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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

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.


Moving to 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.

Tea with the dinosaurs!

For a man of 93 who’d worked on the land since the age of 13 and had only been out of Lincolnshire a hand full of times, Tom knew an awful lot about Dinosaurs. He was an avid collector of Dinosaurriana – if there is such a word, children’s books, posters, cigarette cards, in fact, anything remotely connected with Dinosaurs. When Kellogg’s introduced a free plastic Dinosaur with each packet of cereal he thought he’d won the pools! His mantle piece and window sills were festooned with them, and as far as I am aware, they never felt the flick of a duster. He rarely missed an opportunity to talk about them and his statistical knowledge on the subject was quite staggering.

 There was however, a fundamental problem. With Tom’s broad Lincolnshire accent and regular mispronunciation, his detailed explanation regarding the dining habits of the Tyrannosaurus Rex could soon begin to resemble a conversation with Stanley Unwin a few minutes prior to closing time. Continue Reading →

The BBC Millenium Project

Both my husband and my mother where interviewed by the BBC for their millennium project, as were other locals. You can access their recordings on line on the British Library online Catalogue if you are interested.


My mother was the first female ambulance driver in Lincolnshire (excluding war time) in the 1960’s and my husband was a shepherd at Scopwick.

My father was also in Bomber command during the Berlin airlift, as an airframe mechanic.

Amanda Dow

Memories of an old Baker!

baker memory


I first saw this on a really nice Facebook page group, “Your probably from Lincoln because..” This group posts memories and photos from places and of people from the past.

I asked the lady to pop this on this site because I think one of the most important things that the Internet can do is let is share ideas and information quickly and easily between many different groups of people who otherwise may not have communicated. As you will see, this was originally in print, so once again this shows how easy it is to turn paper based information into a digital form.

To easily read the text, just click on the image and is should give you a larger version.

Alternatively, if you have a mouse with a little wheel on the top, hold down the “Ctrl” key on your keyboard and turn the wheel, this should  Zoom in or out of the Browser window, again, making it easier to read.

By the way, the lady who posted this gave her age as +75 year young!

No Health and Safety then !

harvest time

My father worked on a farm,I remember we used to take his tea to him in the fields during harvest We used to sit on the sheaves of corn and have our tea.As I got older I used to help with the harvest.From the age of 13 I was driving tractors from the fields to the corn stacks.


John Brackenbury

Going to the air raid shelter

airraidshelterAunt came with steel curlers and an attached case with jewellery in. The street shelters has a square painted at one end and had a nelson loo which smelt horrible. We just sat until the all clear went and then my father took my Grandmother.

Ann vividly remembers the bombing in Coventry
Father on a chair looking over the garden wall and saying to the man next door that we are at war.
Black outs – Making blackouts and sticky paper on the windows to stop the glass shattering.
We then had a Morrison one indoors as Ann’s grandfather had arthritis.


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