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This scene is easily recognisable as Berrycroft – taken about fifty years ago. Amazingly, with the exception of the houses on the far left which have gone to make way for Willingham Motors, all these →

Here is a wintery scene. Apart from the church in the background you wouldn’t recognize it as Willingham as none of the buildings in the foreground remain today. This photo is taken from the corner of →

This is one of the older pictures in the OldWillingham collection – estimated to be about 1900. It shows the large family of Mr. Ingle Few Thoday and his wife Emily. These are all well known Willingham →

If you went to Earith in the 1950’s you would have crossed over this suspension bridge. Nowadays you hardly notice the low concrete bridge that replaced it in 1963 but if you look to the right as you →

A young soldier stands on guard looking attentively for the enemy. Behind him, a couple of his compatriots along with an older man and a boy sit on a large consignment of gun barrels. Well, as often the →

This month we see a Romany Gypsy family taken in their caravan during 1930s. Or do we? Well you’d be forgiven for thinking so but an older village member told me that this picture was taken during a →

This photo seems to show a mother and her two sons outside one of the (then) three big barns in Willingham. The mother is in her VAD nurse uniform, probably working in the old church hall hospital. The →

Much has been written recently about the politics leading up to the first world war. The picture this month shows a house on Church Lane (still there today) which appears to be the local party headquarters →

This photo is taken at the end of George St. looking up towards the High Street. Today, you would have the ploughman hall and recreation ground on your right. The pub on the end (Rose and Crown) is still →

This month we see a sergeant posing for a photograph, probably before heading to France. We don’t know who he is but interestingly his lapel badges are the maple leaf of Canada and, zooming in on his →