Anne Rawson looks back

From Anne Rawson, who used to live here:

I have some memories of Kirkby, but it was the April of my sixth birthday when we left so some memories have faded. Others come back with a little prompting.

I was born at No 1 The Elms, which doesn’t appear to have changed much to this day. I did indeed attend the school. Mrs Spears the headmistress said that I might as well attend school earlier than expected because I used to go to class with my older brother anyway. There were two classrooms, my brother, being three years older, was in the larger room and and I was in the other. Unfortunately I cannot remember the teacher’s name.

A story I often still tell is that after we had moved to Boston I had gone to stay at Grandma and Grandad’s during half term, but my friend was at school as half terms were different weeks. I decided to go to the school to see her. I was waiting outside for playtime when my old teacher saw me and said to go in. I sat down and was asked what I would like to do, but I didn’t want to colour or anything like that, so I said “please Miss, can I do some multiplications, they only do addition and subtraction in Boston”. I still say that leaving Kirkby spoiled my education because my brother, who spent longer at the school, passed the 11+ and I didn’t.

Grandad – Albert Rawding, owned what are mentioned on the map as Holly Tree Cottage and Windynook, although that’s not what they were called when Grandma and Grandad were there. Grandma and Grandad lived in The Hollies and rented out next door which I do not think had a name. From what I understand Grandad sold land at Blacksmiths Corner to the councils and bungalows were built. He also sold the land, on what I believe Mayfield was built to a couple getting married. The remainder was garden and outbuildings. A small garden was rented with the house and the rest of the land was with The Hollies until Grandad died in 1984. When the estate was split between my Mum and Aunt, Mum retaining the land for several years originally with the intention of building there, but with the unfortunate death of my father Mum didn’t want to move away and eventually sold the land about 1992.

Prior to Grandad living in The Hollies he and Grandma ran the Ebrington Arms. My brother was born there in 1951. I think they moved there when mum was about 7 years old, approximately 1938, but I cannot remember them living there, only at The Hollies

I can remember going “Guying” and everyone pretended they didn’t know us. Any pennies where then spent at Mrs Underwoods shop on fireworks. On 5th November Dad would light a bonfire in the garden and the neighbours would come and we would have a wonderful display of fireworks. I can remember carol singing and Christmas parties in the Church Hall.

I went to St Mary’s Church Sunday School. Mum was a helper there and I recently found a book that was given to her in thanks when she left.

Are the kissing gates still at the end of the lane opposite the Store, which was run by Mary Milnes?

I can also remember summer days at the river. The older children would swim in the Mill Pond. We younger ones had a blown up tractor tyre and would sit on it and drift down to the bridge, but never under it – there where things under the bridge!!! Haven’t found out what, but it frightened us enough to squeal, jump off and drag the tyre back up stream.

Mum didn’t allow us too near the Mill Pond as she nearly drowned there when she was a teenager. Ralph Ottey saved her and the story is told in one of Ralph’s books – Stranger Bwoy. His memory is slightly blurred as he refers to Mum as being 17 years old when in 1945 she would have been 14.

Mrs Spiking of Lockwood Farm was my Godmother and a good friend of my Mum’s. I have some happy memories of the farm.

“Stranger Bwoy” by Ralph Ottey

Some photos from my album. (Click to view in a new window)










Anne Rawson nee Fabian

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