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Historic maps of Whittlesey and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Whittlesey maps
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Memories of Whittlesey
Kings Dyke School
I started school here in 1961 and have recently returned to live in this area. I would love to contact others from this era to share memories.
I'm researching my family history and I'd like to know if anyone remembers the Knighton family who lived in Whittlesey. My great great grandfather Ernest Knighton, lived on 11a St Mary Street in 1943. His son, my great grandfather Tom Knighton, owned a lorry yard in King's Delph. I'd also like to know if anyone remembers a Samuel Knighton as a landlord of the Railway Inn on Station Road? He was Ernest's brother and would have been there in 1950.
Researching my family history I have found the sale papers for the Bricklayers Arms. It was sold by my Great Grandmother, her husband was Frederick Easom Robinson. It was sold on Friday 8th august 1890. The sale was for Brewhouse Blacksmiths & Wheelwright shops, two Brick Built & Slated Tenements, an orchard, and 4 acres of land intersected by the railway, formerly the Brick Yard.
What A Scare
It was a cold and wet evening when I had arrived in Peterborough, and having little money on me certainly not enough to pay for some hotel. I had been thumbing lifts from various towns, but as it was teeming it down with rain, I did not fancy getting soaking wet and so I sought to stay within some Church where I'd simply sit in one of the pews. But that was not to be, the doors were locked. Just around the side of the church was a door of which was not locked, and not knowing what was through the door I went in. Although there was no lighting switched on, I began to feel my way about! I realized straight away where I was! The familiar smell of diesel and the warmth there was within that place, made me realize that it was the boiler house that provided heat for the Church. It was a squeeze getting into the place where I, by accident, touched a button when... Read more
My uncle, Bill Oliver, who lived in Crowland Road used to work at the brickyards pictured. He worked on the kilns. I can remember on Sunday mornings going to see my uncle and my nan, Florrie Oliver. My dad Russell Oliver and I used to cycle over the old bridge which is now part of the Ete bypass. I was born in Eye in Northam Terrace just of the Crowland Road and lived there till I was 21. I now live in Stilton.
The old photographs helped me remember some lovely memories of when I was a very young child, when it was a daily routine walking past the old brick works to go to Eye school, I believe that just past the brick works (obviously depending on which way you were walking) there was a bridge that went over the old railway.
My father Sid Earnshaw knew Bill Oliver who worked at the site and his brother Ray, sadly my father is no longer here, but the pictures were wonderful to see, and I cannot help but feel a little sad that Eye now looks nothing like it was when I was a child, but thats progress I suppose!! Although it's not all bad... as I still live in Eye.
Thorney And The Rose And Crown
The Rose and Crown at Thorney was managed, I believe from the early 1930s by my Great-Aunt Ellen and her husband Joe. My mother, Daisy Steele (nee Camp), and other members of her family spent pre-Second World War summer holidays there, and during the war, presumably during the heavy bombing of London and the later V1 and V2 rocket attacks, my mother and I, along with other members of the family spent time at the Rose. I remember soldiers being billeted there and how I made off one day, aged about four, with the rifle of one of them, and dragged it into one of the bars. I remember how heavy it was and how disappointed I was when it was taken off me. I went to a school somewhere in Thorney and vividly remember being in class in the mornings and then being taken to the fields in the afternoon. This was not a good preparation for 'proper' school in Fulham after the war, where we lived, as I fully expected... Read more