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Metheringham, the Library c1955
Metheringham, the Library c1955 Ref: M232008
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METHERINGHAM FEAST
My family used to visit Metheringham regularly to vist my mother's aunt. Her name was Nellie Garrick and she lived in Lime Tree Avenue (I think that is the right name). She was married to Jack Garrick. We used to go on a Friday night. Dad would go to the pub and we would stay at Great Aunty Nellie's house. We would always have fish and chips. Each year we would visit Metheringham Feast. I used to love the atmosphere of the Fair Ground...the Candy Floss, Toffee Apples, the rides and side shows. I learnt later that Mum and Dad had met at the Feast. The dinner set we always used at Christmas with 12 settings of everything was bought at the Feast...so Mum told me. We would drive to Metheringham in our little car and Dad would be a bit worst for wear on the drive home. Mum says she often had to grab the steering wheel. Luckily the cars didn't travel so fast in those days and there were less cars on the roads. We always made it home. Being the youngest I would have to sit on Mum's knee for the trip. I always pretended to fall asleep before we got to the end of the street. I did fall asleep on the way home but even if awake I would pretend when we got home so that I would be carried up to bed. I don't have many memories of Metheringham itself but did visit there in 2005 and had lunch at the pub (can't remember which one). So if any of the Garrick family read this I would love you to add any memories to remind me. Gillian... NSW Australia Last edited: 26/08/2008 09:05 by Gillian Emerton |
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Memories of My Family A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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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Year: 1941
No actual memories ...! A memory of Huntworth, Somerset Kirkby Green. I was born here in December 1941. My family lived in the house at the side of 'The Beck' which had a water wheel used for driving a mill. My father worked for a local farming family, the Wrights. I have no memories of my life here as we left the area in 1942, but my brothers and sisters have told me about life there. Some years later I was involved in a road accident which resulted in my being in hospital in Lincoln for a while. The person in the next bed to mine was the son of the Wright family my father had worked for, small world. I paid a visit to see my birthplace as I was told it had fallen into a state of ruin. I found a beautifully restored house still with a working water wheel and was made welcome by the present occupier, a member of the original Wright family. Brian Williamson. Last edited: 01/09/2008 10:25 by Brian Williamson |
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My first RAF posting A memory of Huntworth, Somerset This was where I started training as an RAF fighter pilot in 1951. I firstly did my "Square Bashing" then was promoted to Acting Pilot Officer and made my first flight in a Tiger Moth flying over Lincoln. Then it was off to AFTS Ansty to train on Chipmunks. Happy days! Posted: 14/10/2008 11:26 by Terry Clary |
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Year: 1940s
Life in Branston A memory of Huntworth, Somerset I was born in Branston in 1948. I grew up there until I was 16 when we moved to Lincoln. There was a waterwheel down one of the country lanes which was very unusual, in as much as that it was horizontal rather than vertical. I believe it is still there today. My family were quite extensive in the village and everyone knew everyone else. They were alway ready to help each other and were all very friendly. I could play in the streets with complete safety and without fear. We would have "Rummage Sales" in the Village Hall on a regular basis and the 1st May was always a treat with dancing round the Maypole and bands. School sports days were always held on a Saturday and were quite a big affair. We had a field that we named "The Hills and Hollows" that was great fun to play in. As its name suggests it was very hilly and we would roll down the hills (taking care to dodge the cow pats of course). Children's games were Stick and Hoop, Hopscotch, Marbles, Tig and the usual Cowboys and Indians and Cops and Robbers. The last 2 played round the streets. I have many memories of the village and enjoyed life there very much. Posted: 04/09/2008 12:15 by Alexandra Arnold |
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