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Twyford area books
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Evacuation to Keyham
I was evacuated with my school, Burleigh Road, Tuffnell Park, to Keyham on Sep 3rd 1939. I was 6. I sat with a girl called Ruth in the Village Hall and we were picked up by someone in some cottages at the end of the street and slept on the floor, using an outdoor loo in 'the backs'. The sons of the house would lock us in there sometimes! I was taken away by Mrs & Miss Tunnicliffe to the Dog & Gun up the road where I stayed for a while, till my Mum took me back to London, just as the bombing really began! I remember the hunt met there and there were bats in the evening. I was then called Terry, or Teresa, Coan.
My Grandparents Kitty & Reg Nichols by Elaine Waterfield Nee Merrikin
My Mum Valerie Merrikin, nee Nichols, was born next to the old pub (recently knocked down) in Skeffington. Grandad Nichols worked at the hall and got the sack because he picked up some wood in the ground for a fire. This meant they lost their home and had to go and live somewhere else, 3 Sunrise Cottage, Brook Lane. When they moved they found an old suitcase full of baby's bones which caused a big hoo ha, and apparently a Miss Bents used to live there previously and she worked in the poor house.
Knowing this when I went to stay with my grandparents just after my Dad, Bernard Merrikin, died in 1973, I was rather frightened and made all the worse when Grandad Nichols used to snore all night long and the doors rattled.
One morning I woke up to a raucous sound coming from the garden and it was Grandad chasing some ducks from Simmingtons White Hall out of the garden and it was so funny that Nana... Read more
Living at The White Hall, Billesdon (c. 1972 - 1979)
We moved to the White Hall when I was 2, almost 3, and my sister was 5 weeks old! It was a wonderful house to grow up in - lots and lots of space, inside and out, and were were fortunate enough to have ponies and dogs etc. .. an idyllic childhood! I remember the huge walled vegetable garden - and the apple tree at the end where my sister and I used to climb up and hide while we ate peas fresh from their pods!
While we were living there our brother, Mark, was born and died 6 months later - I still feel a very strong tie to the beautiful church in the village, and visited there a few weeks before my wedding. With the kind permission of the then vicar I took some evergreen foliage which went into my wedding bouquet - so I felt that my late brother was with us on our big day. Our second brother was also born while we were living... Read more
Burton Races - I Remember Going to Burton Races 1938 And1939
I remember going to Burton Races in 1938 and1939. I cannot remember whether they were held after that but if they were, I was there.I remember pestering the bookmakers and hanging around them, they finally gave us six or seven pencils and that worked. I also remember the Prince of Wales coming to see my grandad who had reserved a special parking place for him at the top corner of the paddock, it was the best spot and you could see over the whole course. I also attended at the gate and would not open it until someone who was with him put his hand in his pocket, it was always sixpence and then I would let them in, all smiles and a pat on the head. I would then run his parking spot and take the rope down for him. He would go and see my grandad and grandma. I have no doubt the person who paid me sixpence put his hand in his pocket again, I never got... Read more
Army Camp Rearsby
I lived in the army camp in the Rearsby area - looking for it on the maps, but cannot find it. Does anyone have an idea where it was? I had great times there, most were wooden huts. One day, we had a lightning fire ball come in to the house though a window and bounced around the room. We all stood and watched, to scared to move and then it disappeared, we could not believe it...I also remember the headlights of a car that had run into the tree and the police left them there as a warning to others,it was between Rearsby and the Camp..I also attended school in Reasby ,between 1949 and 1952.
The Old Rectory, Now Called
It was Dec 1965, and my sister Ellen Blackham and I sailed to England from Perth, Western Australia, to spend time with my sister Doris Whitby. Doris and her husband Roy had purchased The Old Rectory in the late 1950s. It was no longer required as a rectory and was therefore put on the market. I will never forget driving down Station Lane on that grey afternoon in December and seeing Beechcroft (my sister named it that because of the huge Beech tree that was growing on the right of the building) for the first time. Christmas was approaching and we were excited to be celebrating it here at Beechcroft with the possibility of a white Christmas as well. We walked through the village singing Christmas carols, and then people came back to Beechcroft and in the huge kitchen we had fruit mince pies and hot cocoa. Wonderful memories!!
Ellen and I stayed for 18 months. Our memories of Beechcroft and the village of Asfordby will remain in our hearts... Read more
Beechcroft (Rectory)
I had the pleasure of living in Beechcroft since the day I was born in 1954, my parents and grandparents had bought the rectory, named a "White Elephant"as no one had lived in it for 4 years. During that time we had birthday parties on the front lawn, unless of course you were born in January. My parents loved to have BBQ's in the grounds. My sister and I had our weddings here and walked across the lawn to the church. I remember the cellars - cold, dark but exciting, lots of stories have been written about secret passages to the river. The house was magnificent and I still miss it now. I travel to the UK from Australia often, and just sit in the grounds and relive my youth. We as kids played in the grounds, searched in the fields for mushrooms and climbed the trees. I did not like walking past the graveyard at night to get home off the last bus, so my mum was always there... Read more
