Empingham

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my grandfather

I have a picture of the cottage that my grandfather lived in with his family. His name was Cecil Stafford. His father was a thatcher and hedgerow maker as I understand. The picture I have is of the family in front of their thatched cottage that my grandmother said was right across from the church. I would love to know more about the town and if anyone knew the Staffords. I know there were 10 or eleven children. My grandfather married my grandmother who was a governess and from Switzerland. There was one sister named Olive and I am sorry that I do not know any more. Cecil had three children, John, Mary ...read more here
Contributed by jackie kiefer

my grandfather

I have a picture of the cottage that my grandfather lived in with his family. His name was Cecil Stafford. His father was a thatcher and hedgerow maker as I understand. The picture I have is of the family in front of their thatched cottage that my grandmother said was right across from the church. I would love to know more about the town and if anyone knew the Staffords. I know there were 10 or eleven children. My grandfather married my grandmother who was a governess and from Switzerland. There was one sister named Olive and I am sorry that I do not know any more. Cecil had three children, John, Mary ...read more here
A memory of Empingham contributed by jackie kiefer

My life in South Luffenham

Born in November 1942 I was christened, confirmed and married in St Mary's. My father cleaned, stoked the boiler, wound the clock, and cut the grass. I in turn sang in the choir, served at the altar and rang the bells and stoked the boiler when dad was at work on night shift, a spooky experience in the dead of winter for a young lad. I married in 1966 and moved away, visiting until mum and dad moved to Oakham.
A memory of South Luffenham contributed by leonard harries

Cottesmore 1969

My name was Liz Shepherd and we were new arrivals. I remember Dick Broom in the village shop that sold everything from Brussell sprouts to Royal Doulton and was also the Post Office. The butcher would leave his straw hat hanging outside his shop when he wasn't there so you didn't waste time walking up the yard. The amazement when one of the thatched cottages on the main street I think was sold for £1500. Most people thought the purchaser was mad. The Vulcan bombers taking off and returning. I was receptionist in the Officers Mess at RAF Cottesmore and thoroughly enjoyed every minute.
A memory of Cottesmore contributed by Liz Crosland