St Leonard's Parish Church 1968, Bilston
St Leonard's Parish Church 1968, Bilston Ref: B353002
Memories of St Leonard's Parish Church 1968, Bilston
The Ford Anglia
I owned the Ford Anglia 105E parked on the road outside the church in the bottom left hand corner of the photograph. I rang the bells at the church and usually parked in that place. The car, Harry Potter blue, registration ADH 532B, was sold to pay the solicitors fees on our first home in Wellington. I have many happy memories of that church and remember the people there with great affection.
Richard Dorrington
Good Old Days
I lived at my grandmother's house in Wolverhampton Street in Bilston. My gran's name was Mary Ann Tucker and she had a son called Ralph, my uncle who was only 2 or 3 years older than me (don't ask me). He had a neighbour called Jones and I believe their daughter was called Beryl, she was a few years older than me and as I am 75 now I guess Beryl (if she is still alive) would be about 80 to 83 now. Ralph's best friend, I am sure, was called Leslie? Corbett and I think that he lived in Wolverhampton Street as well, near to the corner of the High Street (it may not be called High Street, but it is the main drag with The Trumpet Pub in it and the very old pub opposite). Sorry about all this bad memory thing but I was only 6 or 7 years old at the time (about 1941/42) and only down there for a few months as I really lived... Read more
Bilston & local memories
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May Queen
My mom and dad were married at St Leonards, in the late thirties - myself and my brother were christened there. My brother and I, were born at 81 Moseley Road .My brother and I, had many a good time playing behind the houses opposite. In those days we had real summers. We both went to Etheridge Junior School in Fraser Street. I was May Queen there in 1956. Boy what a day that was, nerves abound! My parents were so proud. Unfortunately they both passed away within the next six years. That's where my roots will always be, full of good memories and bad. I myself joined the forces and went traveling.
The Fields us Kids Used to Play On.
Many years ago, about 1951, us children myself and my brothers and our friends used to play on the fields where now Bilston Colledge is situated off the Wellington Roa in Bilston. We had such fun playing on those fields, running up and down the bonks, as us Bilstonians would say, and also jumping the rusty brook. If there is anybody out there who remembers those fields, let us know. I am also trying to find some of my friends from the past who attended Etheridge Girls School between 1947 to 1957, my maiden name was Bromley.
Bilston Town 1947, my School Days
My name is Pauline Powell, my maiden name was Bromley. Where I lived on the corner of Moseley Road in Bilston there was a farm on the corner of the road called Dickie Bevan's farm, can anybody remember it? Us kids used to have fun there. I was one of four children and I have fond memories of St Leonard's, me and my brothers were all christened there and a relative of mine played the organ there too. I attended Etheridge Girls' School, Fraser Street, Bilston between 1947 to 1957. I have been to trace some old school friends from years gone by, it would be fantastic to hear from them. On a Saturday afternoon we would all us kids go to the Saturday matinee, our mom would do us chip sandwiches to eat in the pictures while watching Roy Rodgers and Dale Evans.
Bilston Born
I was born in Bilston at my granny's house although we moved to Tipton when I was 6 but I spent most of my life around the area and have fond memories of Bilston market (the old one), it was magical when I was small. I was born in Moxley, my granny's house was behind the Quasi Arc factory (not sure of the spelling), it became the BOC, and my mom and auntie worked there. As an adult I went to the music festivals in Hickman Park. My nan lived in Wednesbury and I remember walking with her to the Hickmans bakery to get fresh bread. My auntie still lives in Tettenhall. I moved to Nottingham 9 years ago and I love it here but I like to browse my homeland.
Is it True?
A friend of mine told me a tale of a small farm, or small holding, that existed in Beckett Street in Bilston. The man who ran it delivered milk from a pony and trap and sold it from a milk urn. Does anyone remember this, or was it a tale?
