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Cotgrave Memories
Our grandad George Boultby was a miner at Cotgrave. Because we didn't have a car, we had to go on the old type Barton buses. We would walk from the bus stop to our grandparents' house. They used to live in two different locations, the first I am not sure of the street/road name but it's from the main shopping area, through the garages at the back and across the road. It was a nice house with a hot kitchen and a old-fashioned pantry. In the summer we would play in the large garden. Grandad would grow a few vegetables. I can remember collecting ladybirds from the hedge. In the other place, it was on Forest Road, a bungalow, I think number 4 but I'm not sure. When we went there Grandad would take us to look at the farm animals in the village and the fields. He would point out the pit heads and tell us what they were for. I also remember the journey home. We would all... 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
My Grandparents
My grandparents lived at Fern Cottage. They moved there before the war and had two children, Dick and Jean. Dick was based at Wick and died in the war. Jean, my mum, married and had me and my sister. I have wonderful memories of Cropwell Bishop as a child. Exploring the countryside towards the gypsum tip. The Barlows butchers shop on a Saturday mornings. Wilf, the postman, the bread man from the next village, the Barton bus into Nottingham coming down the hill. There was the man who repaired the shoes in the village in a wonderful hut, and I remember all the excitement of the Point to Point races at Easter. My grandfather worked in the Lace Trade in Nottingham and then at Cotgrave Collery. My grandmother looked after the garden and the hens and my mum had a job as a girl in a bank in Nottingham. She has now died, although my dad is still alive and lives in Tollerton. I now live with my... Read more
Diamond Anniversary
My parents, June Delicia Hancock and V. Neville Wright, now living in London, were married at St. Giles Church, West Bridgford, on 3rd April 1948 and are celebrating their Diamond Wedding Anniversary this week.
I Found my Wonderful Wife in West Bridgford
In September 1952 I was on my way to what was then French Indo China, now Vietnam. I was introduced to a young lady whilst in Nottingham visiting my parents. The date was September 19th. The meeting was 'arranged' by an old student friend and was in fact a 'blind date' The young lady lived on Crosby Road, West Bridgford, number 42 if I remember correctly, the house was also named Naini Tal. The meeting turned out to be a case of love at first sight and three weeks later I proposed to Grace. We were both 23 years old and despite the misgivings of both parents we married on January the 14th 1953. Eventually I returned to the RAF having cancelled my trip to the far east (I'm not stupid!). Grace and I remained married for the next 57 years, produced three great sons and in 1974, as a civilian with severe spinal injuries (thank you RAF), we were invited to relocate to Australia. I was by then a... Read more
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
