Child hood war time memories…


I remember during the war having to take my Gas Mask everywhere with me, they were horrible smelly things, my first school was Mount Street off Burton Road, and there was a huge hill in the playground which was actually an air raid shelter and I am informed it is still there with a tree growing on top of it, I have been invited to go and see it which I intend to do at some point, all the school fitted in this shelter by the way.



One of our jobs my Brothers and I was to go and pick up the weekend joint from Tinkers the Butchers on union Road and pay the bill for the week. When sweets were on ration we used to go to our local chimney sweeps house on a Sunday after Sunday School with some money and sweet coupons and and make our choice for the week, his front room was piled up with sweets.

Anne Munn, was Baumber.

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 →

My first dance lesson!


I remember well the first time i ever went dancing in Woodhall SPA, I felt that i had two left feet!

(This young lady is now over  75 years old and still goes!)

Farewell & thanks for the memories!


This is more of a recent ‘memory’ that I will look at in the future as I will be leaving to live in America soon after living in Lincolnshire for 14 years. This picture was taken in early September 2013 and this location is at the back of where we are staying temporarily and we watched the farmer as he harvested and then ‘shoot’ the bales out the back! Very interesting.


Jenny, Louth

The Circle of Life!

mikes fatherIt’s hard to believe in today’s politically correct health conscious society, an adult could possibly say to an 11 year old boy, ‘The best thing you could do lad, is have a pint of ale and a pipe full of tobacco’.

Rightly or wrongly, this was the advice given by my Great Grandfather Herbert Wright to my father Horace Spencer in 1906! There was however a sound reason for this advice and I’m quite sure the old man had his son’s best interests at heart.

In 1895, Herbert Wright was the landlord of the ‘Railway Inn’ at StowPark on the B1500 – between Sturton-by-Stow and Gainsborough, now a private house. He was also a dealer in ‘fallen’, or dead animals, known as ‘The Cad Man’, or ‘Knackerman’. Most villages had one, as the density of farm animals was much greater then, than today. With no mechanical transport, all movements of carcasses were by horse and cart. As one might imagine, loading a dead horse or cow weighing half a ton or more, on to a cart three to four feet off the ground, presented somewhat of a problem. Knackermen were an enterprising breed, and soon devised specially adapted two wheeled ‘Knackers’ carts to ease the operation.

Once in the yard, the carcass was carefully dismembered, the skin going to a tannery, the better bones were sent to a cutlery factory for handles and the remainder was boiled to make tallow glue, or fertilizer, nothing was wasted! Local footballers were known to visit the yard, to soak their boots in the oil to keep them supple and buy ‘Horse Liniment’ to rub on their aching joints. 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!

The seaside as it should be!


skeggy beach

I am “over 39” and moved to England a while ago via America, Canada and various other locations. I now live on the south coast and spend quite some time in Southsea.  This week was my first visit to Lincolnshire and in particular, Skegness. I must say I was totally enthralled by it, the arcades and donkey rides and a clean sandy beach. This is what a proper seaside town should look like!!


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

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