Posted by David Wright
on 5/6/2009, 12:00 pm, in reply to "Re: Days Gone By"
81.151.109.253
Hi,
I'm Clerk to Misterton Parish Council. I've left a message with a member of the Gagg family, passing your message on.
David Wright
--Previous Message--
: Hi, I was wondering if you could give me a
: contact name and details of any Gaggs in
: your area - I am a descendant from the Gaggs
: of Misterton. I am in Sydney and am trying
: to find out more about my ancestors (Mary
: Gagg married John Train 1790, Misterton and
: Yorkshire). Any ideas of where to look would
: be appreciated. Regards,
:
: --Previous Message--
: heard a story about a landlord of the three
: horseshoes called John Fenton. He was hung
: at Nottingham for the murder of a Mr
: Spencer. Mr Spencer was murdered along side
: of the brook running through the village
: near the church, i believe the stone
: commemorating this has now gone. I have been
: to see Mr. Spencers grave and its still
: there.
:
: --Previous Message--
: hi my name is sue myers nee spencer no
: relation to bal and bill, i can remember
: them living on newells terrace then they
: moved to a flat on station road walkeringham
: which is where i live in a house. It was
: nice to hear about your memories i remember
: the shop at the end of the terrace when i
: was a kid mr and mrs bean owwned it. sadly
: now most of the shops have gone theres only
: one the co-op so have newells the steps to
: the railway the shop opposite and mr
: brewster!Im 53 born 1955 so a bit younger
: than you, i lived in misterton 23yrs till i
: got married and moved down the road to
: walkeringham.
:
: --Previous Message--
: Visit To Church Grave Yard and Nearby
: School,
: and Other Stuff
: This is the place where in the early 1960s I
: took my mother to visit and stay with her
: sister Bertha. During our stay my mother and
: Bertha (there was another sister called
: Freda, she moved to Hull with her husband
: Walt who was a dead ringer for a star of the
: time Victor Mature - he really was) took me
: to the graveyard. Out front was the
: headstone of my great something father. I do
: not know his first name and to be honest was
: not that interested, being young at the
: time, but I found it scary.
: On the headstone was written, if my memory
: serves me well, words to this effect: 'Here
: lies ???? Spencer, cruelly slain' (I
: remember no more) - is it still there?
: Apparently he was murdered by two men after
: his daily takings, for he was some sort of
: businessman.
: They then took me to a small bridge and
: brook where the deed was done and showed me
: newspaper clippings of the event. Then we
: went back to Bertha's home in, I think, a
: place called Morton. Bertha's husband was/is
: also buried at the front against the church
: wall, his name was Roy Humphries. I am not
: sure but I think more of my relatives are at
: the front also. I do know that my grandma
: Spencer (who was of German origin and who
: was visited and asked by officials when WW2
: was about to begin if she would like to
: return home, to which she replied "This
: is my home" - good on her) is at the
: back with her two sons Balfor and Bill. I
: don't think the graves are marked but Mum
: and Bertha knew where they were. We also
: went into the church, I remember Mum getting
: a very large key from somewhere to gain
: entry. Mum's been dead for quite some time
: now and is buried in Leics with my dad. I'm
: 65 now, birth date 1943, so I don't think
: that there are many people left even of my
: age who actually remember me or my mum's
: family in person. They also took me to the
: school they attended not far away, my mum
: said it was just the same although it was
: not used anymore, we did go inside. My gran
: lived at 33 Newels Terrace and I spent some
: lovely childhood days staying with her when
: me and Mum visited. I played on the railway
: sidings (you could always hear them at night
: shunting the wagons - quite a pleasent
: sound, I remember the sound to this day, in
: Newel's patern yard (black sand), made dens
: in them with the other kids whose names have
: long deserted me. I know the man who chased
: us off the Newel's land was Mr Brewster, and
: I remember a family a few doors down called
: Christmas because of their name, and the
: woman next door was Blackburn. I remember
: the name Walkringham (spelling not sure),
: the station at the top of the wooden stairs
: in Misterton (the train never stopped there
: and we had to travel back from
: Gainsborough). There was a shop at the
: bottom across the road. The fire station
: near to Newel's and when the alarm went off
: they would let us play in it. There was also
: a wooden shack at my gran's end that served
: as a shop, you just knocked the back door
: and they would open the shop for you. Gas
: was a penny, gran kept pennies in a salmon
: paste jar. Milk was dished out in ladles by
: a man with a horse and cart. The toilet was
: at the bottom of the garden and yes, there
: was squares of newspaper on a nail, it was
: more absorbent then as well, and every now
: and then Uncle Bal would wheel the pan down
: the back of the terrace to a place where
: people would empty them. This was just a
: hole in the ground, quite open, no fences or
: anything. There were poes under each bed and
: a bucket under the sink (in the kitchen), a
: huge mangle in the kitchen on which I was
: washed or scraped, it felt as if this was
: done with mostly cold or very tepid water,
: and a brick copper with a fire underneath.
: Green hard soap, ugh, to wash with. A front
: room which had one of those hard leather
: chaise longue settees in it (you always slid
: off it), and a wind up gramophone amongst
: other things. This room was always cold for
: it was seldom used. The beds upstairs were
: always cold (all through the night) and to
: warm them you had a stone jar which was
: always too hot to use then too cold during
: the night and they always rolled towards you
: in the night.
: There were only two buses a day into
: Gainsborough. There are many more childhood
: memories of this place and my time there,
: the canal nearby, a place called the basin,
: a pub called the White Hart in
: Gainsbourough, when we passed that mum used
: to say she was home. The sea wall (white)
: facing Newall's Terrace, the Trent beyond,
: my schooldays when school dinners were first
: introduced - on the first day I was the only
: one who still took pack up sandwiches and
: cocoa with sugar and was made to sit at a
: table on my own whilst I ate it like some
: sort of leper. This school was in
: Walkringham and lastly, for I am rambling a
: bit now, a field with underground petrol
: strorage tanks and some sort of depot at
: gran's end. If anyone has any memories to
: share or wishes to contact me my e-mail is
: johhny.spracko@ntlworld.com.
: I would be most pleased to hear from you.
: P.S I did get school meals in the end!
: The reason i am known as John is another
: story and maybe i will tell you that story
: another day GOD BLESS John (Johnny Spracko)
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