About This Project

Welcome to our Digital Reminiscence web site, we would like to extend an invitation to you to spare a few minutes of your time to share your memories of Lincolnshire. We are aiming to build a time capsule for future generations that gives them an overview of what life was like for real people in our county.

If you have an experience or memory from your childhood or just yesterday that shows the humour and colour of our region then we would like to hear from you, if you have images that accompany this story, then that’s even better. We are not creating a “Facebook” Style site; this is going to be built around the history of the county. Our aim is to create a resource for present and future generations to use. This is your chance to own your little piece of the Internet, nothing rude, profane or discriminatory will make it onto the site. We will not share any contact information you give us, it will only be used to ensure we don’t get inundated with the wrong type of information.

We will continually evaluate this site and hope to expand it to embrace other memory sites and groups within the county.

In answer to an important question asked, because we want people to freely contribute to this site, we will not publish comments made on individual posts. We have received many comments some just spam and others very supportive. Thank you for the support we hope this resource continues to grow!

If you would like any further information, then please contact Louise Moore on; 01529 301973 or louise.moore@communitylincs.com.

RAF Bardney in the 1970’s

I vividly remember my grandfather taking me over the the old RAF Bardney, where he was based during the war. The old airfield was very much intact still in the early 70s and he showed me around.

As we drove home in his Triumph Vitesse he was very quiet. The old airfield had obviously brought back war time memories.

Stephen

Changing times at Hemswell

thorI was born in 1927 at Harpswell.  When I was 8 years old I rememberHemswell aerodrome being built in 1935. I have seen it go from Blenheim bombers,to Hampdens Wellingtons and Lancasters and Lincolns. It then became a new village named Hemswell Cliff.It is now a thriving diverse industrial and residential community.This seems very different from the period after the aircraft left,when it was a mother base for nuclear Thor rockets and its store of nuclear warheads.

Moving to Scotter..

scotter

For personal reasons I had to leave Scunthorpe and ended up in Scotter. I am finding village life interesting and the people here are very friendly. I have been made very welcome, every one speaks to you and I feel completely at home. The memory`s I have of Scotter will always be good ones, and if in the future I have to leave, it will be with much sadness.

J. Russell

Childhood memories

horseI remember as a child always wanting my own horse. My dad was a heavy drinker,and one day he came home and said he had something for me. I was thinking and praying that it was a horse. He went to the boot of his friend’s car and pulled out a cycle. I was so disappointed, being a small child I was waiting for him to pull a huge pony out of there. Obviously there is no way a pony would fit in the boot of a car ha ha. Well I eventually got my own horse at the age of 40, and have had 3 since then, and I still have one today.

The Steelworks…

The steelworks lingers in my memories as a place I started out working and got my apprenticeship and technical training.

Inspiration !

Avro Vulcan V Bomber by Steve Slater on Flickr

Vulcan by Steve Slater on Flickr

My dad was in the RAF and had very little interest in aircraft, nor did I until one day I went to a disused airbase in Lincolnshire. Standing on the old runway was so poignant, I am now an active supporter of the Vulcan to sky efforts.

A familiar face??

richard todd

 

During – as far as I can recall – the early 1980’s my work took me to most towns in Lincolnshire, including Grantham twice weekly. My lunch time ritual was always the same, park the car in the market place, buy a salad bap from ‘Dave’s’ caravan and sit and eat it as I  ‘scanned’ the Daily Telegraph.

One particular day, parked outside Paddy’s fish bar – which at the time was selling shark and chips – I became aware of a short, elderly, grey haired man standing on the footpath, dressed in a rather ‘shabby’ Gabardine Mac. It was one of those moments we all have from time to time, “I know that face?”

After a number of furtive glances, he became aware of my interest, smiled broadly and nodded. Instantly recognising him I smiled and waved, with a mixture of amazement and embarrassment. For some unknown reason I was unable look at him again.

I have always bitterly regretted not being able to summon up enough courage to walk over and shake his hand.

Oh, yes, his name? Richard Todd.

 

 

Mike Spencer, Brattleby.

A Gentleman of the road………..

miaty roadAn unkempt stranger,

Clad in multiple coats,

Shuffling along the A607

Moving from one work-house to another,

Pushing ancient, squeaky perambulator,

Pssessions secured by fraying binder-twine, Polity asking, Grandma to fill, Chipped, tea-stained billy-can, Face revealing failure, abandonment; Eyes light up showing gratitude when Thich slices of bread and dripping Accompany re-filled billy-can, Returned with a few kind words; Whilst grandma reassures Small, apprehensive children, The unkempt stranger Slips into the mist, Abode for the night unknown.

Web Design by CLASS-logo-footer