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Denton memories
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Gatehouse.
As a child I spent many happy holidays in Denton. My Grandparents lived in the right-hand side of the gatehouse; their names were James and Jane Howell. He was a gardener at the Hall. I remember at the age of about five years old, rushing out to open the big gates for horses or vehicles to come through on their way to the Hall. When my Grandfather retired, they went to live in one of the houses that were set back from the road, halfway down the village street. Later Gran and one of her daughters lived in the almshouses in the park. At that time I had to stay with them for some weeks, owing to illness at home. I ...read more here
Contributed by Anne Greaves
Lincolnshire memories
Gatehouse.
As a child I spent many happy holidays in Denton. My Grandparents lived in the right-hand side of the gatehouse; their names were James and Jane Howell. He was a gardener at the Hall. I remember at the age of about five years old, rushing out to open the big gates for horses or vehicles to come through on their way to the Hall. When my Grandfather retired, they went to live in one of the houses that were set back from the road, halfway down the village street. Later Gran and one of her daughters lived in the almshouses in the park. At that time I had to stay with them for some weeks, owing to illness at home. I ...read more here
A memory of Denton contributed by Anne Greaves
Evacuee During World War 2
I was privately evacuated to Croxton Kerrial with my sister in 1940, we were billeted in a cottage named Woodbine Cottage, this was next to the Bakery. We attended the village school, I still remember some of the children's names that attended the school, my sister and I had quite a happy time in Croxton Kerrial. I have been told by my sister who revisited some years ago that Woodbine Cottage is no more. I was in the choir at the church. When I became aged 11 I atttended the school at Bottisford. If there is anyone who was at the village school during 1940 I would be only to pleased to hear from them. I use to go down to ...read more here
A memory of contributed by Keneth Harris
My time in Branston Hall Hospital
I was a patient in Branston Hall Hospital in 1964/65. I was admitted to the hopital after being discharged from the WRAF. Mr Wilkinson was one of the senior doctors and Mr Goddard was the sister in charge. Jock was there too and so was my guardian angel Barbara who did any shopping I needed. The staff were great. I was a long way from home and the staff and my fellow patients made sure I did not feel too home sick. Two of the patients I recall was a 21 year old Linda Short and Audrey Jordan married to a policeman called Pat. My name then was Ellen Longmore and I came from Larne Co. Antrim
A memory of Branston contributed by ELLEN HUNTER
Extracts From Denton & Lincolnshire books
The village hall is on the left, and so is the school sign for the village school that stands very near to the church. The village has many attractive ironstone cottages – note the ones on the right. The very popular village pub and restaurant, the Welby Arms, is just beyond the road junction.
An extract from from"Lincolnshire Living Memoires".
The village hall is on the left, and so is the school sign for the village school that stands very near to the church. The village has many attractive ironstone cottages – note the ones on the right. The very popular village pub and restaurant, the Welby Arms, is just beyond the road junction.
An extract from from"Lincolnshire Living Memories".
Here we see several more of the local ironstone cottages with their well kept and productive gardens. There is a fine crop of runner beans in one garden as well as the usual flowers. This is a lovely tranquil scene with not a car in sight - it is usually the same today. The road to the left leads to the pub, the school, the village hall and the church, and the road to the right to Sedgebrook and the A52 to Nottingham.
An extract from from"Lincolnshire Living Memoires".
Here we see several more of the local ironstone cottages with their well kept and productive gardens. There is a fine crop of runner beans in one garden as well as the usual flowers. This is a lovely tranquil scene with not a car in sight - it is usually the same today. The road to the left leads to the pub, the school, the village hall and the church, and the road to the right to Sedgebrook and the A52 to Nottingham.
An extract from from"Lincolnshire Living Memories".
By the mid 1950s much had changed, and the front of the Angel and Royal Hotel indicates the reason (see G43032 and G43099). Motor transport had been invented, and was becoming very popular indeed. The Second World War had been over for about ten years, and better times were on the way - and so there were traffic direction signs and advertisements for travellers. Lamp-posts that had lost their lamps now became supports for road directions, and streets were lit by electric lamps on long concrete posts; these were not in the least attractive, but were functional. Boots the Chemists were still next door to the hotel, but not for long: they were soon to move further along the High Street as Grantham’s shopping centre gravitated towards St Peter’s Hill, following the move of the F W Woolworth store from the Market Place. Eventually the redundant lamp-posts were removed and replaced by traffic lights, which seemed to spring up like mushrooms. They still are doing so elsewhere in town. The space left by the Cross Swords pub was still vacant at the time the photograph was taken (to the left in G43099), but would soon be filled in by another most unattractive but functional building.
An extract from from"Grantham Town and City Memories".