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Radcliffe-On-Trent, the Weir c1955
Radcliffe-On-Trent, the Weir c1955 Ref: R310199
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The Hornbuckle Family A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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. Posted: 28/03/2008 22:08 by Susan Shaw |
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Year: 1940s
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES 1939-1945. A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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 pails into jugs. A grocer, Mr White, from Radcliffe or Bingham used to come on a Monday and take Mum’s order, for delivery on Friday. The Rev. Lees conducted services at the C of E church which had a hand pumped pipe organ.. Nearby was a small shop (Parnham’s) and a Post Office. Lewis’s Bus Service ran a few trips a day from Cropwell Bishop via Hardigate Lane, Cropwell Butler and Radcliffe to Nottingham Starbuck’s from Cropwell Bishop ran on market days Wednesday and Saturday. along Radcliffe Road, to Nottingham. Every Friday Barlow the butcher from Cropwell Bishop called in his van. There were some large houses in the village owned by the Green’s, Hawthorne’s and the largest, opposite the White House was belonged to Mr Radford who owned Griffin and Spalding, now Debenhams.. He was often seen in tweeds, a cap and plus fours walking in the village. The village mixed school had 3 classrooms for ages 5 to 11 with 3 teachers Miss Starbuck, Miss Roworth and Miss Cuthbert, the headmistress. I started school in 1941 aged 5. World War 2 was in progress of course and we had to carry gas masks in a box with the strap over our shoulders. School windows were covered with a stuck on white mesh material. . . Each teacher taught two age groups in each of the three classes talking to one half whilst the other got on with written exercises. Miss Cuthbert used to punish kids by hard slaps on the backs of the hand or in extreme cases, for older kids, with a strap across the buttocks. School dinners were provided for 2/- per week. We also received free bottle of 1/3 of pint of milk a day to ensure kids received enough calcium, etc a day to prevent rickets. One village boy wore leg braces due to rickets. On fine Wednesday afternoons we attended to the school garden used for growing vegetables. Wwe were being urged to “Dig for Victory”. The local area had about 26 RAF bomber, fighter and training stations and aircraft of all types were a common site. Nottingham or a local RAF Station would be the target of a German bombing raid and sirens would signal the start of an air raid. We often heard the distinctive sound of German engines overhead and after the all clear siren a bright glow could be seen coming from the direction of Nottingham. We could also see searchlights and anti aircraft fire One night, the sound of German twin engines was followed by an extremely loud bang. A high explosive bomb hit Parkin’s farm about half a mile away in the village, killing Mrs Parkin. . On one occasion three incendiary bombs were dropped on our vegetable garden about 10 metres from the rear of the house. After that Dad often boasted about growing roast potatoes. Prior to D-Day there would be heavy traffic on the Fosse and planes, D,C, 3’s or bombers towing gliders dropping hundreds of parachutists beyondr Hoe Hill In the field opposite some soldiers came one day and began digging trenches and practiced with mortars and flares. The kids would get up a little earlier to collect the small silk parachutes attached to the used flares. They were popular trophies or playthings at school. At harvest time we loved watching the steam traction engine threshing the wheat.. Similarly, when a road had to be resurfaced by means of tar and stones, we used to watch the steam roller in action. Often truck loads of guarded Italian prisoners of war were driven to farms to do the labouring work. We had never tasted oranges or bananas and many other essentials and luxuries were denied us by the rationing. To compensate Mums gave children a spoonful of thick malt and molasses concoctions plus Halibut or Cod Liver Oil . During the war Britain was on ‘Double Summer Time”, that is 2 hours daylight saving, supposedly to help the farmers. In June it was daylight until about midnight, making it very difficult for parents to get their kids to sleep. Mum was Secretary of the Women’s Institute. Dad, with Mum’s help used to organise dances and film shows at the local Village Hall to raise money for local charities and for a social activity. Waste paper and scrap metal drives were often held in aid of the war effort. Mum and Dad' friends included Ron and Marjorie Wells who lived at the “White House”, Edith and Cliff Dawson, Cattle Removers who had a farm off the Fosse Road..Mum was very friendly with Vera MacIntosh, later Mrs Ron Branston.. On hot summer days we occasionally had picnics and a bathe by the Grantham Canal. We tried fishing on a few occasions with a line and bent pin but without success. We did however catch tadpoles with a net occasionally. I enjoyed life in the village but In 1946 Dad was promoted to Sergeant and we moved to Mansfield Woodhouse. peterb6136@hotmail.com Posted: 18/01/2008 03:22 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1940s
Police House 1939-45. A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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 outside toilet, the other a wash house (laundry) with coal fired copper. A storeroom under the stairs was used as an air raid shelter not very effective but all there was. Near the toilet was a coal house. The pantry and bathroom led from the kitchen. All rooms had an open fire place.. For cooking, there was the iron range or a portable single element electric stove.. There was a lounge room at the front and a spare room used as an office. Upstairs were 3 bedrooms, each with a built in cupboard.The garden had blackcurrant and redcurrant bushes at the top, a septic tank with a hand pump for pumping out water for the garden and there were always vegetables growing in summer. Police wages were only a few pounds a week but married officers had a rent free house. They were required to keep the garden and grounds in tidy condition. At the rear was a small ash tree and another ash and sycamore tree at the front, which were just the right height for climbing.Next door on the village side lived the village blacksmith, Mr Harrison.. Mrs Harrison. kept a good garden with poultry, always a good source of eggs, and an orchard. Towards the village was a field and next to that a terrace of tiny old cottages. On the Radcliffe side was John Sheldon’s field with the large house further away. The outlook was rural with no houses immediately opposite. On the opposite side towards Radcliffe was Boxer Clark’s farm. There was a hawthorn hedge on the front boundary, in front of which was a rainwater ditch. The driveway and back yard were sealed with tar and gravel with wooden double gates at the entrance. Alongside the gate was a notice board displaying notices connected with Foot and Mouth disease outbreaks, colorado beatle, village events and other items of a public nature.. Notts County Council notices were usually signed by the Clerk to the Council, K Tweedale Meaby. (A fascinating name).The house was nearly demolished by German bombs on one occasion when 3 incendiary bombs fell about 10 metres from the house in the back garden, on the potato crop, They were extinguished using a strirrup pump and sand from the buckets provided for such an eventuality.Sid was promoted in 1945 and we moved to Mansfield Woodhouse.On my last visit to the area, I observed that the house has undergone extensions and other renovations. peterb6136@hotmail.com Posted: 18/01/2008 03:16 by First Name Last Name |
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Mine and my Mum Avril's memories A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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 Jack in the Navy and her Mum Ethel running the Post Office and Uncle Wilf doing the morning mail deliveries. there are so many memories that I can write a book. My Mother married a New Zealander based at Langar during the war and emigrated to NZ after the war when Ethel and Jack followed. Both Ethel and Jack lived to their 90's respectively and are dearly missed. Posted: 17/10/2008 08:40 by Brenda Bowden |
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Year: 1948
More on the Williamson of Tythby A memory of Huntworth, Somerset 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 put him back. I remember sitting in the Church looking at the boards that are still there. I can not have read them being so young but did recognise them on my trip to Tythby in 2005. I used to be fascinated by the different pews in the Church. The ones on the right of the aisle are high and have doors so that you cannot see the people in them. The pews on the left of the aisle are lower. I was told during my last visit this was because the Church was built for the two Parishes of Tythby and Cropwell Butler. Cropwell Butler was better off than Tythby so they were able to pay for the bigger doors. I used to think all the posh people went in those. Mum used to tell me the story of when Lady Graham went to the Church one Winters Day. Who was the little girl with no respect for the Gentry...Me...seems I threw a Snowball at her. Never did like class distinction. I am sure she was a very nice Lady. Tythby was a very small village and still is. Great place for children to have a happy uncomplicated life. I remember that one day Dad had to sack someone on the farm. I waited all day to see a man walking along the road with a sack on his head. Probably Brian told me that is what happened. It was Brian who used to tease me when I would sulk and stick out my bottom lip. " A fly will land on it" Used to make me cry more .....or laugh. Brian had a train set. He used to set it up, put the cat in the middle of the track and then turn it on and scare the cat. Cats name was Fluff. I don't remember many people from Tythby. The names of Mrs Cox and Mrs Arnsby I do remember. Arnsby's farm was on the corner of the road going out of Tythy towards Bingham. The cats used to sleep in the oven and I used to think she would cook them one day. Mrs Cox lived on the corner across from us. The house is still there just as it was. Brian remembers playing cricket against the Church wall, I remember playing Dead in the Church Yard. This involved laying on a grave, preferably the big ones. We used to go to Sunday School and the some Church Services. I cannot remember which ones. I do remember wearing a coat with a fur collar and someone ( I bet it was Brian) stroking the fur collar and going "Puss Puss" of course making me laugh during the sermon. Mr Evans the vicar used to ride my three wheel bike when we went past the vicarage on the way to and from school. I have been told that some days I refused to pedal my bike so it was either pulled by string tied to the handlebars or I got to ride on the crossbar of Johns bike. Much more fun than pedling yourself. Dad used to grow lots of vegetables for us to eat. We also had chickens. Milk we got from the farm. Not sure where Mum went shopping for other things as there was no shop in Tythby. We used to go to the doctor in Bingham so maybe she did her shopping there. There is no pub in Tythby only the Church a couple of farms and a few houses. You can see the whole of Tythby by standing in the middle of the crossroads and looking each way. What did we do to pass the time.....after doing any chores we had to....not sure if I was old enough at that time. Older ones got up to a few things but I will leave that for them to add. Maureen and I would dress up....make daisy chains.. go look at Bagleys farm..play with dolls..play in the fields..make jam pasties with left over pastry...cricket..Conkers and I am sure lots of other things I can't think of at the moment. At the Church Fete I was chosen to present the Bouquet to who ever opened the Fete. I had to learn how to curstsy. Sister Maureen got to dress up as the Queen. She got to wear a white dress, a crown and a purple cloak edged with cotton wool and fruit gums for jewels. Hope some others add their memories of Tythby. I spell it Tythby as that is the first word I learnt to spell by repeating it many times and I got the spelling from the signpost on the road into Tythby. I do have a photo of that taken in 2005 Gillian Williamson that was..... NSW Australia Last edited: 24/08/2008 02:42 by Gillian Emerton |
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