Wainfleet, High Street c1955
Wainfleet, High Street c1955 Ref: w550007
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Wainfleet, Woolpack Hotel c1955
Ref: W550006
I have memories of me and the now-landlord getting banned from this pub and I lost me bike!
Shared on 21 April 2009
Wainfleet, Woolpack Hotel c1955
Ref: W550006
This isn't a memory, but I would like to hear about other people's memories as to the Woolpack at Wainfleet. I have been the landlady of this hotel for the last 7 months and would like to know some history about the premises prior to the 1950s - can anyone help?
Shared on 03 April 2009
Skegness, North Parade c1955
Ref: S134043
Remembering my Best Friend, Andy Gardiner
While studying at Westminster Technical College, Hotel School just off Victoria Street in London I became good friends with Andy Gardiner whose parents ran a small hotel, probably one of these pictured here, in the North Parade of the front at Skegness.
Andy invited me up at some point to meet his parents and sister, he being accompanied by his then lovely French girlfriend of whom I was terribly envious.
Later, during the Easter Holidays, we were to travel to the Rhine Valley, accompanied with his pal, Whigs. NEVER..I say NEVER travel in a threesome .. it is fatal as there inevitably comes a clash when one person sides with another, leaving one out. Nevertheless, despite the occasional blowout, we had a great trip sampling German wines in the famous cellars around Rüdesheim and Mainz.
After graduation Andy went to Munich where he had obtained a job at the Hotel Bayerischerhof, one of the city's premier luxury hotels. He suggested that I go with him and I jumped at the chance, making speedy arrangements with my manager at the Golden Lion Hotel in Hunstanton, just across the Wash from Skeggy.
We spent a raucous, hard working winter together and shared a room at Frau Lehner's rooming house on the Westermühlstrasse, through the Oktoberfest and the great Fasching carnival seasons...but that is a whole other story!
I returned to my job in Hunstanton the following spring (1963). Andy got a job in Cambridge.
One day a letter arrived. It was from his mother. She wrote that one late night, after pubbing, while being driven home on a small country lane, his friend thought he saw an animal run out across the road in their open topped sportscar's path and he swerved and hit the ditch. Andy was thrown forward out of the car, across the windscreen and hit a tree, receiving injuries to his head that soon thereafter proved fatal.
His mother informed me that he had been cremated and a ceremony had taken place at home, all without my knowledge (I suppose she found my address later amongst his posessions ).
I recall being numb to the news, not being able to react to the suddenness of his 'disappearance'. I don't think I ever dealt with it other than the fact that his Cambridge girlfriend, Dixie, and I became close for a while.
A real good mate, with a dry sense of humour who sometimes could be overly sarcastic but whom I was privileged to have had in my life. Without him I would have missed some great experiences.
Shared on 21 May 2008
I remember Eastville as a child growing up, we used to visit and stay with my nan (Linda Howard) every bank holiday. It was very quiet and peaceful. We had some lovely times, Grandad (John Howard) was the local smithy. Most times some of us would walk what dad called the 5 mile walk from the corner by the pub (the Wheatsheaf), and I remember the nights when the chip shop opened, it was heaven, they were scrummy, we (my brothers and sisters) used to like the batter scraps. My nan lived in one of the council houses across from the grain mill, we also used to go to the shop - Cooks general stores. There might be some families living there that still remember our family, mainly because there were 11 of us kids, Mom and Dad were Barbara and Alf. One of the other things was the home grown veggies and fruit that Nan would have growing in the back garden, Mom and Dad would always come away with freshly picked to take home. Anyway l have enjoyed writing this for the site, I will do it again sometime.
Linda Skyba (nee Harrison).
Shared on 26 June 2009
Ref: I47028
My great grandfather, John Foster Merril (1840-1844), was the innkeeper at the Kings Head Inn in Addlethorpe. His son, John Booth Merrill, wrote this in his memoirs: "I, John Booth Merrill, was born at Addlethorpe ... at the King's Head tavern on July 6, 1866. My father's brother Thomas Merrill visited us from the USA. It was said during the celebration I got very drunk and my mother decided a tavern was no place to raise a family. She got my father to move on a farm near the Addlethorpe flour mill, a round 6 story brick windmill."
Shared on 01 October 2006
