My father, Roger Lines, was a research forester, working for the Forestry Commission. When, in the early 1970’s, I did my Statistics O-Grade I was fortunate to be able to help with some real research at the, then fairly newly established, Forestry Commission Northern Research Station. I was chopping young Sitka Spruce trees, grown under… Continue reading Mr Acid Rain and our Interconnected World
Category: Lines – Roger
Roger Lines was the second child, after Michael, of George Edward Lines and Doris Joan Stevens. Growing up he wrote to, mentioned, or was mentioned in letters to his siblings, Michael, Jennifer, Jeremy and Tim.
He had a lifelong interest in Forestry, which he studied at Bangor, after his National Service in India. He worked for the Forestry Commission and was awarded an OBE for services to Forestry
Christmas at Rest Harrow and Little Cucknells
When we were young, Christmas was a very special time for my siblings and me. We lived in Edinburgh, but our Grandparents, and most of our relations, lived in the south of England, or even further afield. Although I have written about going to Pickwick for Christmas, my father’s parents must have moved when I… Continue reading Christmas at Rest Harrow and Little Cucknells
My first home
When my mother brought me home from the Simpson Memorial Ward at Edinburgh’s Royal Infimary, the house she brought me to was 2, Lovedale Grove, Balerno. In those days Balerno was a village outside Edinburgh, although it is now a suburb. Although quite small, the house had enough garden to keep my parents occupied, and… Continue reading My first home
Pictures of Pickwick
When my Grandparents left Grove Farm at Box, where they had been farming, they moved in to 141, Lordship Road, Stoke Newington with my Great Grandfather, Joseph Lines. This was around 1925, and may have been prompted by the death of my Great Grandmother, Jane Lines (nee Fitzhenry) on 7th June 1925. They lived with… Continue reading Pictures of Pickwick
Roger Lines and Jane Box Wedding
My parents got married on 2nd April 1956 at Shamley Green Parish Church. I have some 2″ slides from their wedding, which came from my Aunt Fanny – who may have taken some of them. I probably need to re-take this one,
Roger Lines – Banks and Bicycles
Roger Lines, my father, went on to travel the world as a Research Forester, but this letter finds him in January 1953, right at the start of his career. The previous letter in my possession, written by him at the end of his first week in the office has him about to move into 27,… Continue reading Roger Lines – Banks and Bicycles
Roger Lines writing from the Atholl Hotel, after a week at work
My father, Roger Lines, had been interested in trees since he did his Scout Forester badge. He noted the trees he saw while serving in India, and after his return he took a degree in Forestry at Bangor. He joined the Forestry Commission, based in Edinburgh, and wrote this letter home, a week after he… Continue reading Roger Lines writing from the Atholl Hotel, after a week at work
Roger Lines, at the end of his first day at work.
My Father, Roger Lines, managed to land his dream job of working for the Forestry Commission in Edinburgh, after gaining a First Class Honours degree in Forestry from Bangor. He wrote home after his first day at work (I will update this if I can work out when that was), to update his parents. Atholl… Continue reading Roger Lines, at the end of his first day at work.
Tim to Roger – from Bonn in 1953
My Uncle Tim wrote to my Father on 4th August 1953. Tim is writing from 3, Liebfrauenweg, Bonn (OSM), and my father was living in Edinburgh by then. Auslandsamt der Universität, Bonn, Liebfrauenweg, 3 Begun 4/8/53 Dear Roger, this will take the form of a supplement, or perhaps errata to my last letter. As before… Continue reading Tim to Roger – from Bonn in 1953
Roger to Jennifer – nice dinners and no homework
My father, Roger Lines, wrote to his sister, Jennifer, probably about 1939. She had been at Croydon High School, and was evacuated to the home farm of Statfield Saye at the start of the war. Dear Jennifer, How I envy you on having nice dinner and no homework. Michael and I have been writing a… Continue reading Roger to Jennifer – nice dinners and no homework