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Newbold Verdon| Groby| Newtown Linford| Kirby Muxloe| Ibstock| Coalville| Market Bosworth| Bradgate Park| Glenfield| Anstey| Woodhouse Eaves| Whitwick| New Parks| Cropston| Swithland| Earl Shilton| Quorn
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My Great Grandfather Was Born in Newtown Linford 1879
Daniel Gretton : Born: abt 1854
Newtown Linford, Leicestershire, England
Died: 1913
Resided in Village Street, Newtown Linford, Leicestershire, England
Daniel was dis - owned by his family, and his very name expunged from the family records, for either or both sins. Of having no ambition or having married a Jewess.
Eliza Cook
Born: 1854
Leire, Leicestershire, England
Died: 1931
Having blotted the heretofore pristine family escutcheon, he sank lower and lower, and took most of his family with him.
His marriage certificate had his profession as a 'Highway worker', and his death certificate read 'Treefeller'.
His sole claim to immortality was that he felled the largest oak at Bradgate Park.
He was also an alcoholic, which was of no real value in helping to raise nine children.
His two brothers, however had real ambition.
One brewed beer and became Lord Gretton, later of Stapleford Park, and the other made pots of money in building... Read more
Family Recollections of Kirby Muxloe - 1913 to 1969.
My memories of Kirby Muxloe date back to 1949, when I was a bridesmaid at my father’s cousin Anne’s wedding at St Bartholomew’s Church. However it is the castle that I remember most, since we had to drive past it to visit her parents, my Great Aunt Nell and Great Uncle Stan in Desford Lane. In 1969 I photographed the Castle when I took my own sons to visit Anne’s sister, Eva, who lived on at the same house after their parents’ deaths.
My father was born in 1913 and he and his parents lived next door to Stan and Nell for the first twenty or so years of his life. He had vivid recollections of the castle. He wrote in his memoirs: << . . .but above everything else in my early childhood days is the memory of the Castle. It was the anchor of all my cognitive thought. Every concept that I had started from it. My sense of locality began with it. Although I could not... Read more
My Grandad Jim
My name is kerry & my favourite memory of coalville when i was younger is my Grandad, his name was Jim Watts. he was a coalminer for quite a few years & he was also Mayor of coalville. i remember going to the dog track with my dad, Alan & having to wait around for my grandad to come out. if i remember right after there he would go to the halfway house & 'just wet his lips' before he went home. i would have been about 9 or 10 years old at the time, i'm 38 now. i never thought i would hear myself say ' i can remember when all this was fields', i definately can hear myself saying it now. i live in leicester now but still have ties to coalville so go back to the place as often as i can. every time i visit it seems to lose more of its history as well as its landscapes. thats a great shame to a... Read more
All Saints School, Eatoughs, Newbridge High, King Edward 7th Grammar...etc
My name is Ann ( Nee Barber) and I was born in Coalville 1956 - attended All Saints C of E primary and above schools. I bought my first record at the market, it was 'Here Comes My Baby' by the Tremeloes. I went to work at Eatoughs before marrying at 17 years old and moving to Manchester. The photos on this site have truly brought many happy memories flooding back.. and I would love to see any more that you as a reader might have. I loved the 'old' Coalville and the friendliness and warmth of its residents. I remember the yearly parade, the ice-cream van being pulled by a pony, the rag and bone man, "me duck", Ravenstone church garden fete. I lived on Ashby Road and loved the blossom trees near Hoo Ash and go-karting down the hill ... with no brakes!
My Life
My name is Clifford James Edwards. I was born on 14th November 1948. My parents were Kathleen Mary Edwards and James Aubrey Edwards. We lived for a time, as far as I can remember, with my dad's parents, Kathleen G Edwards and Thomas Henry Edwards, at 44 Ravenstone Road, Coalville. At the age of 5 I started going to All Saints C of E School in Ashby Road, Coalville. On the way to school we would go into Mr Pepper's shop for sweets. My dad was known as Ned, he worked at Whitwick Colliery, working on the pit top. As the miners used to go down pit he would take their tallies as they got on the cage for the task of mining for coal. We moved to the Greenhill estate in the year of 1954. I started going to Broomleys School untill aged 11 when I then left for Newbridge Secondary School which at the time was on Bridge Road in Coalville. I... Read more
Good Times
My memory of Coalville is all the good good friends I had to leave behind when I moved to Nottingham. I played for Bardon Hill FC juniors in the day, we used to play practically in the quarry and we had a great young side in those days, winning a lot of trophies and being the bogey team of all the big Leicester teams. Always remember going to Slim's house before the game then walking to the ground early Sunday mornings. My mum Cyn still goes back to visit my Aunt Pauline at Greenhill Road, I still have Perry Carter my cousin living there and I always look out for Bardon's result in the East Mids League. I actually referee and am still waiting for my appointment to one of their home games which would be great to see Fozzy who I believe is Chairman of the club. Great times going to the Travellers Rest / Waggon etc etc etc
Peter Marshall 58 to 65
I'm as sure as I can be, that the little boy in the picture with the black coat is me. I would have been three to four years old (depending what time of year the picture was taken). I was the youngest at the home at that time, and left in 1965. I certainly remember the little black coat, of which I was very proud. My name then was Peter Marshall, known as 'pudding' or 'mop-head' - I still have the hair. I was adopted in 1965 and became Peter Anthony. I remember the posts and the marking-out being done for the (then) proposed new buildings. I remember the superintendant at the home at that time was Mr Padbury, a rather fearsome but kindly man, he later left and the Garbet family took over, (Mr & Mrs) probably around 1963. They had a daughter called Miriam, and she and I planned to marry (I'm still waiting). I remember helping the gardener (Ralph, I think) water the plants in the... Read more
