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Looking For Family Members
I am looking for family members of the Hagyard Family. They lived in Wellingore in the 1800 to 1900's. I would love any information anyone has.
Lincolnshire memories
Boyhood in Navenby
This is the village where I was born and grew up. The first shop on the right was my Dad's, a Butcher. This was next to Welbourn's the baker. The other side of Tenters Lane was another Bakers, Marshall's.
The village school then was in Church Lane next to the church and the teachers were Miss True, Mr Wright, Miss Milner, and Mr Powley, the Head. I went to this school and so did my Dad. I believe Mr Powley taught him too.
Red Lion Pub/High Street Life
My grandparents lived in Brant Broughton in the cottage next to the "Old Red Lion". I remember the farrier shoeing the horses, the cows going home to be milked at the dairy and then watching them being milked. Water came from the pump in the communal yard, the toilet was a wooden hut in the allotment with 2 holes - one for adults and a lower one for children. Not surprisingly, my grandmother was relocated to a new bungalow but when I went on a recent visit to Brant Broughton with my husband and children it looked as if it was in a time warp - it hadn't changed!
My Ancestors
Although I did not live there, my father's great grandmother Ann Puttergill lived for about sixty of her eighty years there. She married a Richard Puttergill who was born in Brant Broughton about 1840. His parents were the village carpenters and he carried on the family business, eventually qualifying as a master carpenter. He died in Brant Broughton around 1875.
Ann Puttergill, Richard's widow, lived in the schoolhouse around 1870 or 1880 and held the position of nurse to the school masters children and his widowed mother. In 1891 Ann Puttergill lived in one of the Almshouses and was living on the parish. In 1901 she moved to be with her children in Sheffield where she died of old age not long after. She was in her late seventies or early eighties when she died.
I have visited this delightful little village and I am very pleased that not a lot has changed and it is still an idilic place to live.
Brant Broughton
Have just been reading the posts about Brant Broughton. My great-grandfather, George Pearce, was the publican who kept the Red Lion. My grandfather, Reginal Pearce, and his wife Edith took over the tenancy from him. My father Peter and Uncle Terry grew up at the Red Lion. When it closed my Grandfather and Grandmother moved to the Generous Britain where they were publicans until their retirement. They then retired to the cottage next door. I have lovely memories.
Snowman
It was either 1990 or 1991. The snow was deep and it was not worth the risk of travelling to college. Or was I skiving? So I spent the day building a snowman with some friends up on the grass over looking the Social Club. The next day we were bored and there was even more snow. So we decided to build the snowman even bigger. It was that big we had to put foot holes in the body so we could climb up it to build the head. Somone phoned the local paper to say it must be the biggest SNOWMAN in Lincolnshire. The following week a photo and write up was put in the paper to say just that. After all the snow melted, there was our snowman still standing and watching over the Social Club.
Mucky Duck And The Bugle Horn
I used to pedal my service-issue bike from RAF Swinderby to the village to meet friends I made there at the Bugle Horn for a couple of hours every month, and have a few with my service colleagues from the flight line at the "Mucky" in between. They were both very welcoming hostelries in the days when the county was still almost one big airfield. Mostly I remember the local population more, people like Jim Foulkes, Len Richardson (landlord at the Bugle) Len Watson and Fred (?) who served us the beer and with apologies, several I remember but cannot name. The ride back the station was sometimes a littlle erratic, especilly when my palate got used to Holes bitter. The route was along country lanes, to the tune of Vampires doing night flying. Those were the days of ivy leaves and good fellowship which I will never forget. I was 26 and life was great.
