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Historic maps of Bradley and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis.   View all Bradley maps

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Bradley area books

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Memories of Bradley

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The Big Hilly

We where often told not to go there,as it was too big and we would get lost.Of course on a lovely day what a nice place to go exploring.Running up the hill and rolling back down.
At the bottom of the hill you could see Bradley park,we didn't dare go.Over the years they built a library which when it opened we used to que to get books out,the lady used to stamp your card and you could go and choose four books,if you dare be late she would tell you off.They built a clinic soon after we never used it though.
Daisies and buttercups having fun in the long grass it was heaven no people no nothing just a big hilly mound that stretched for what seemed forever...


Christmas Eve when your little its the best time of the year.Mum has gone to Bilston market to pick up a few things like extra plates just in case,she will call in to Melias to get her fresh ham,then she will call in to Heaths for all the fruit tangerines,nuts,and monkey nuts.Mum will catch the green bus home the 24.As she gets off the bus we get all excited,she smiles with her arms full of shopping she still smiled to see us.We would try and help with the bags but she would laugh and say run on and open the door as she hadn't got enough hands left to open the door.New pyjamas and new socks and pants,we had to have new for Christmas Day

New Year

The new year didn't mean allot to us kids.The local pubs where full and busy there was singing in the streets.The Bird in Hand is where my dad little Ernie Worsey would sing.My older sisters and their boyfriends would be out celebrating with dad,and us kids would be in with mum,playing offices or hairdressers or doctors and nurses where we would bandage mum up,and use big sisters lipstick as blood.We would go to bed and supper would be put on for family and friends all was welcome ,and the singing carried on.

The Hairdressers

The hairdressers was on the same road as the pub, it was a local girl who ran it. There was a butchers and some more shops and you could get to the big hilly across the road. As kids we where told not to go too far down the banks as we would get lost. The gypsies had a camp next to the factory, I think it was the Star foundry - not sure. Once a year the fair would come and would camp up on the land on the side of the gypsie camp. We as kids went with the grown ups on the bumping cars and once my sisters zip broke on her skirt, we had to keep going round and round until they could find someone with a pin to hold it up... she fancied the chap really!

Green Bus

I can remember waiting for my mum to come home from shopping.At the bottom of our road we could see the bus stop,it was only a short walk and my mum always kept good time.The no 23 or 24.Saturday was always shopping day,fish and chips for dinner,home made of course.The buses where always on time there was never a problem.The 23 stopped by us but the 24 went further along up the road to Batmans Hill.Sounds funny now.

Bird in Hand

The local pub was the Bird in Hand. For the workers it was a meeting place. There was The Bush on the bridge, they were always busy.The lights always bright, lots of talking ,shouting and sometimes men were thrown out on to the pavement outside. Not many women went to the pubs, accept on a weekend when they could take the kids in the children's rooms. My mum would never join dad, she said he could drink enough for her and the family. I can remember taking the bottles back to get threepence back. As we got older we found that we could get empties from the back of the pub and get money back again, it was so much fun! The cellar was dark and when they delivered the beer it was noisy. It was nice playing in the pub running through all the rooms, I was sad when my friend left.

Edward Mathews

My dad worked at Mathews the iron founders, little Ernie Worsey. He was a shift worker, always dirty covered in black sand from head to foot. My dad used to cobble his own boots, and big boots they were. It was hard work and very dirty, but it was work. We had several factories along the main road, but as years went by there was no need for iron, so one by one they closed. When you look back and remember how much work we had locally, it was amazing. It's a lot cleaner now, but alas no jobs.


When the pool froze over and we would become great ice skaters or ballerinas. We would go sledging on anything we could find on those banks, they seemed like snow covered mountains. We would climb and slide down so quickly. We loved every inch of the banks and the winter snow; wearing socks on our hands we never did feel the cold.

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