Posted by Carolyn Febrero
on 5/6/2009, 1:02 pm, in reply to "Re: Days Gone By"
91.105.138.30
Hi David Wright who is clerk to Misterton Parish council contacted me re your enquiry. My maiden name was Gagg. My father George Robert Wheelwight Gagg recently passed away. If you would like i could forward you details of a member of the family who has rechearched the Gagg family tree.
--Previous Message--
: 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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