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Police House 1939-45.
The Police House was located on Radcliffe Road, Cropwell Butler. (now called 'The Old Police House'). On the front wall it bore a sign bearing the words 'County Police'. From 1939 to 1945 it was occupied by the Village Constable, P.c.200 Sidney Brooks, his wife Dorothy and sons Peter, born 1936 (the writer, now living in OZ) and Michael, born 1939 (now living at Whatton). There was an old fashioned stem type phone connected to the manual exchange. I think the number was Radcliffe 139. To operate, it was necessary to turn a handle on a box and await a response from the operator. The system was powered by a wet cell battery. Sid's means of transport for work was a sit up and beg style Raleigh pedal cycle on which he patrolled the villages of Cropwell Butler, Cropwell Bishop and Tythby.. The house had a kitchen with a coal fired iron range, including an oven and back boiler. There were two separate brick outhouses attached to the rear,.one had... Read more
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES 1939-1945.
My Dad, Sid Brooks was the rural village police constable (P.c.200) for Cropwell Butler, Cropwell Bishop and Tythby We, Mum (Dorothy) and my younger brother Mick lived in the Police House on Radcliffe Road, There was an old fashioned stem type phone connected to the manual exchange. Dad’s means of transport for work was a sit up and beg style Raleigh pedal cycle. See also 'Police House 1939-1946).
In the centre of the village, behind the green the kids spent many hours watching Mr Harrison at work,in his forge making horse shoes or wrought iron items and shoeing horses.
Nearby was Cheetham’s Bakery, Cheetham who delivered bread with a horse and covered wagon. On Hardigate Lane was Branston’s Bakery who delivered bread in a van. I loved being asked to collect our bread which usually arrived home minus the delicious crust. Milk was delivered daily by Cockaynes using a horse and cart. Milk was dispensed from... Read more
The Hornbuckle Family
On my grandmother's side, the Hornbuckle family dates back to this Church and this town from the early 1500's. So if you see any headstone's in the local cemetary saying HORNBUCKLE, "GAULTER OR WALTER", they are related to me.
He actually left his money to the Church for needed repairs and for something called MILN Brig....if anyone knows what that is.
Going to Junior School in Radcliff-On-Trent in 1960
My dad was in the Canadian Air Force (RCAF) stationed in Langar (born in England though) but my family lived at 16 Douglas Close just outside Radcliffe. I remember walking daily to the junior school and buying barley sugar on the way for 3p for a foot long stick that was in one of 300 candy bottles in the store. I passed the pillory like had cuffs beside the horse troughs about half way there... never saw anyone in them though. I was in J5 at school (can't remember school name) but for some reason remember the Principal: Mr. Hopewell and my teacher Mr. Dix and one fellow called Barry Baxter. I found it funny that my teacher had a French name and the principal's name didn't reflect that he had 3 canes mounted above his office door and a reputation for '6 of the best'. One day I was sent to his office for scribbling in a classmates workbook and I was so traumatized by... Read more
Tithby or Tythby.
I used to live in the village of TYTHBY, spelled with a Y and not an I. I did not even know that there was another village close by with a similar name. But I have checked on the computer and there it is, not too far away in the general direction of Langar. But I do not think there ever was a village in that place during my time at Tythby, perhaps someone knows different.
I remember the then vicar, Mr. Evans, telling us in Sunday School that the name came from the fact that at one time there was a barn there where taxes, or tythes, were collected and stored. Hence TYTHE BARN, or Tythby, maybe I have been under a misaprehension for all those years!
My family was easily the largest in the village, eventually reaching a total of ten, Dad (Harry), Mum (Flo), and two sons and six daughters. In order of age John, Mary, Joan, Flo., Eileen, Brian, Maureen and Gillian, at the time... Read more
More on The Williamson of Tythby
I was born in Tythby in 1948. Rose Cottage on the Cross Roads of Tythby. Church on one corner, Miss Cox's house on another and Bagleys's farm on the other. The youngest of the eight Williamsons. Ours was a full household but I have happy memories of it. Listen with Mother came on the radio at 1.45pm. Mum said I used to tell her to be quiet while washing up so that I could listen the the two nursery ryhmes and the story packed into the 15 minutes before Womans Hour started at 2.00pm.
As well as the two pigs mention in brother Brians memories...by the way they had names...Curly and Shorty as far as I can remember named after the appearance of their tails. There was also a ferret...not sure if he had a name. Dad used him for catching rabbits. I can remember him because I got a smack for letting him out of his cage.Maureen the next sister up from me got a sweet because she... Read more
Mine And my Mum Avril's Memories
My memories relate to the year 1977 when I arrived in Cropwell Bishop to stay with my Great Uncle Wilf and his wife Dorothy fresh from New Zealand. They lived at the old Post Office in the village of Cropwell Bishop. My Grandmother was Wilf's older sister Ethel May Johnson (nee Walker). I was instantly wrapped with the village and felt as though I had been there before. I and my siblings have grown up with all the stories and photo's of Cropwell so it felt like second nature to me.
I used to walk Uncle Wilf's dog Jilly all around the village and surrounding villages during that summer and came to know just about every nook and cranny. I remember sitting on Blue Hill and looking down upon the village with a feeling that i had been there before. Perhaps in a past life. Today I am battling with our family genealogy, and slowly getting there. My Mum Avril Johnson (nee Kelly) grew up in Cropwell with her father... Read more
