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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.

The Liberty Bodice………

liberty bodice

Ann can remember her bodice well – The worst thing about the bodice was the rubber buttons which you fastened to your stockings you had to bend double to fix them to the bodice. The buttons also smelt of rubber and were really nasty. If you were lucky you got fine stockings – Lyle ones with a seam at the back but you had to get those under the counter.

Ann Holton

Rambling in the woods

conkersI remember as a small a child regularly visiting Belton Tower Near Grantham. I used to go with my Sister and Father when it was summer and in Autumn. In summer it was lovely to look over the fields and just enjoyed the feeling of freedom because there was so much space to run about and play. There was also sheep there to see which was a novelty.

We also used to explore in the trees there too. When we went in the Autumn we would go collecting various bits and pieces such as pine cones and conkers.

Louise Moore

Table Football in The Beehive..


Drinking pound a bottle carlsberg and playing table football down the beehive when we were at college and me and my mate johnathan were an unbeatable team and won many a free drink.


Grantham Library work memories…..

grantham libraryIn the 1980`s I was a member of staff at Grantham Library which at that time was located in the building which now houses Grantham  Museum.

One lunchtime the staff decided to treat themselves to a tasty lunch from the Kentucky Fried Chicken shop in London Road. One of the staff trotted off and soon returned with 6 boxes of chicken and chips which smelled delicious. I opened my box and discovered that besides the food it contained a small sachet of what I thought was vinegar. I opened it and liberally scattered the contents on the food. Disaster!! It wasn!t vinegar but a sachet of handwash! Did my colleagues make consoling noises? Of course not! They laughed until the tears ran down their cheeks! Even now decades later when we meet up for a get together someone will say “Do you remember when Betty did……..”.

Betty Elmer, ex Grantham Library and traditional storyteller.

Moving near Grantham

near grantham

I have lived in Lincolnshire since 1972. My first visit was to see the house I now live in. Driving across from Norfolk how flat and bleak it seemed, then gentle hills rose before me as I approached Grantham.  My stone house is on the higher land and now I love both the fens and the hills, living in a small peaceful village where neighbours have become friends.

Brewery Hill

Brewery Hill, i remember the froth blowing down the street from the brewery

Father kept a grocery shop which has now been demolished and replaced by modern flats

we left the area in 1935 for colsterworth because of the approaching war

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