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Coningsby, Silver Street c1955
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Year: 1890s
Ancestors from Coningsby
I've been researching my family history and have found that an ancestor of mine known as James Faunt used to live at a place called Packet Beerhouse, in fact he is in the 1891 census as being the "beerhouse keeper". He lived there with his wife Sarah. Is the building still in existence today? Are there any Faunts still living in the Coningsby area? I've been trying to find out more, but so far no success. I am a regular visitor to Grimsby so may nip over to Coningsby and try at the roots...so to speak. Last edited: 26/09/2006 19:45 by Adam Dennehy |
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![]() Tattershall, the Castle c1955 (ref: T15002) |
Year: 1910s
My Grandfather
I was told by my mother that my grandparents moved to Tattershall in 1912 from Buckinghamshire so my grandfather could find work helping to restore the castle he was a carpenter. His name was William Bywater, known as Roger, they lived in the village for many years. Last edited: 02/02/2007 02:06 by Marie Clark |
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Langrick
I was born at Church Corner, Langrick, in one of a pair of tied cottages. My godparents lived next door. My mother was Joyce May Cargill, and she was living with her parents, Eva Kate and George Herbert White at the time of my birth. my father was Joseph William Cargill. He was in the Army, fighting in the second World War. My paternal grandparents were Mary and John Perry Cargll. They lived a short distance away, along Armtree Road. There is not a trace of the little cottae where they brought up their large family. The house where I was born on March 21st 1943 has now been converted into single dwelling. the old apple tree is still in the garden. There is still mistletoe growing in it. My parents were married at Langrick Church. This is where my father and some of his brothers and sisters were baptised. I was baptised here too. On January 21st 2007 my husband Keith and I celebrated our 40th Wedding Anniversary. We married in Nottingham, but as we now live in Boston we were so happy to have our marriage blessed by Chris Keys in Langrick Church. Both my maternal and paternal grandparents are buried in the churchyard. So are my parents. In the churchyard there are two seats in memory of my parents. My mother's is near the church door, under a large tree. My father's is the other side of the churchyard, under a horsechestnut tree, right at the edge of the site, near the pit. The churchyard is so beautiful in spring. The flowers and birds make it a spot of God's heaven in the quiet of the Lincolnshire countryside. I hope that it always remains so unspoiled. Posted: 26/03/2008 23:44 by Josephine Manley |
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Year: 1956
Post Office, East Kirkby
www.bbcholidays.co.uk Hi...We are just about to move into The Old Post Office in Fen Road, East Kirkby, Lincs and am trying to find out anything about it. If you've got ANY info - I'd love to hear about it. Please contact me on janet.humphrey1@virgin.net Thank You Posted: 18/01/2008 16:41 by Janet Humphrey |
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Memories of My Family
I was not born when my family lived in Kirkby Green but I have heard my mother tell a few stories of life there. She had a pet trout who lived in the Beck which ran past the back garden. She called him Peter and would go down to feed him most days. When he failed to turn up for a few days she blamed the American Airmen who were stationed nearby saying they must have caught him to eat. The family of Williamsons lived in Mill Cottages. Harry and Flo with John, Mary, Joan, Florence, Eileen and Brian. The older ones went to school in Scopwick and one story is of them walking home during the war. A German plane flew overhead following the road...Mum shouted for the kids to "Get in the Hedge Bottom" John pulled out his catapult and said "Don't worry Mum, I'll get him" Mary remembers saying "I can't run my belly's wobbling" The Beck used to run over the road and there was a gate at that point. It seems my enterprising family used to close the gate and charge a penny to open it. Mum got mad at them and took the money off them, never to be seen again. Well times were hard and money was short. One game they played was crossing the Beck by walking over a pipe and of course one had to fall in and that one was Joan. I will add more memories when I find my notes taken on my last visit to England in 2005 Posted: 06/09/2008 05:26 by Gillian Emerton |
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