The following is an interesting memoir from a resident who lived in the parish for over 50 years.
'Opposite Greetwell Lane was Turners Farm. The area had farms belonging to the Church Commission and so all were tenant farmers. Then came the two cottages used by farm workers. Further along was the village shop with Mr and Mrs Crow; it had everything and was well used. Opposite were the council houses, the only buildings at that time on that side of the road. There were very few brick buildings, mostly wooden and two corrugated tin, hence the name ‘Tintown’.
The bungalows were originally built for the soldiers in the First World War. When we get to the next road there was a petrol station which was run by the Hamilton family. Next to it was ‘The Greyhound’ which had been a pub, now a joinery business. The building next door was a bakehouse originally.
All the bungalows and houses at this time were named.
Going down the lane on the right hand side was a field and on it a caravan and the Bradshaw family lived there. Further round the corner were tennis courts and nothing more on that side until one turned the next corner to the main road and there were about three bungalows. There were bungalows on the other side of the road all the way round to the next lane which led to the stream and the right of way to Hawthorn Road had only three bungalows on the left hand side and none on the right hand side. On the corner there was a brick building which is still there and then there were four or five wooden bungalows.
As we grew up the bungalow at what is now 70 Westfield Drive was a village hall and we had whist drives, dances and on a Sunday evening a service taken by a local vicar.
The field just before the stream had a cinder track for racing motor cycles.
I remember we had a sycamore tree in our garden and my elder brothers used to climb it to watch the racing.
War came and life changed. My brothers by then were in the Boy’s Army, they were fifteen and sixteen. People were in full employment. Air Forces were in bases around Fiskerton, Scampton, Dunholme etc. and the Royal Signals at Sudbrooke and then we had the evacuees, the sirens and blackouts. Everyone was expected to do war work. I was training to be a children’s nurse and at 17 years old I went into a war time day nursery.
I think we lost three of the village lads, Eric Spencer from the council houses who was in the Air Force, Ken Bradshaw in the D Day Landings and my eldest brother at Arnhem.'