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Braunstone maps
Historic maps of Braunstone and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Braunstone maps
Braunstone photos
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Kirby Muxloe| New Parks| Glenfield| Leicester| West Knighton| South Wigston| Groby| Knighton| Wigston| Anstey| Cosby| Countesthorpe| Evington| Oadby| Newtown Linford| Bradgate Park| Cropston| Thurmaston| Earl Shilton| Broughton Astley| Kilby| Sapcote| Syston| Fleckney
Braunstone area books
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Memories of Braunstone
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Braunstone Estate
I lived in Morcote Road when I was a little girl, and have memories of the schools I attended and the surrounding areas of Braunstone. I used to go to Bembow Rise School when I was quite small then moved on to Brausntone Hall across Braunstone Park. The summers I remember were very hot and the winters extremely cold. I remember playing on the streets of Braunstone Estate and the park when I was a small girl with my younger brother and sister. I used to go to the local shops and at the end of the road on Gallards Hill if I remember correctly there used to be a mobile van which used to sell sweets. I remeber my dad used to drink in a pub called The Shoulder and Mutton and Hinkley Road which was quite a busy road. I remember some of the families that used to live on Morcote Road, the Perkins, Watsons elly and smartie and how Morcote Road was quite a long... Read more
Court Crescent Junior School And Wellinger Way
I was born at my Grandmother's home at No: 50 Hand Avenue on the Braunstone Estate. When I was about 3 we moved from Grandma's to our own home at No: 9 Wellinger Way. I went to Queensmead Infants School and then to Cort Crescent Junior School. I remember the old wooden buildings that were built on stilts. They were our classrooms. The only brick buildings were the assembly hall and the 'White Hut' which was Mr Worthington's classroom. I was in his class in year 3 and he was one of my favourite teachers. Another of my favourites was Miss Shenton, who taught writing skills and RE and was often known to whack a child over the back of the hand with a ruler if their writing wasn't uniform and neat. I thought she was a lovely old lady and felt I knew her as she had also taught my dad. I also liked Mr James, a welshman with a fiery temper who was my year 4 teacher and... Read more
Leicestershire memories
Evacuated to Aylestone
After seventy plus years it's very hard to remember exactly what year I was sent to stay with friends of my mothers in Aylestone. It was likely in 1940 as the general panic about getting the children away from the large cities had begun in ernest. Now all I can recall about that time was staying at a lovely semi detached house, on Narrow Lane with a Mrs Powderill and her unmarried son Neville. My mother stayed with me most of the time but over Christmas they sent for her as Dad had become seriously ill and was in hospital.A 4-wheel-drive ambulance was sent to take her to his bedside. Later he was sent to Cromer as he recovered. Finally he joined us at Easter in Aylestone. I can also recall playing in a walled children's playground behind one of the local pubs. There were other children there and we managed to buy special wooden matches that burned slowly in different colours. We were yelled at by some adults... Read more
Family Recollections of Kirby Muxloe - 1913 to 1969.
My memories of Kirby Muxloe date back to 1949, when I was a bridesmaid at my father’s cousin Anne’s wedding at St Bartholomew’s Church. However it is the castle that I remember most, since we had to drive past it to visit her parents, my Great Aunt Nell and Great Uncle Stan in Desford Lane. In 1969 I photographed the Castle when I took my own sons to visit Anne’s sister, Eva, who lived on at the same house after their parents’ deaths.
My father was born in 1913 and he and his parents lived next door to Stan and Nell for the first twenty or so years of his life. He had vivid recollections of the castle. He wrote in his memoirs: << . . .but above everything else in my early childhood days is the memory of the Castle. It was the anchor of all my cognitive thought. Every concept that I had started from it. My sense of locality began with it. Although I could not... Read more
I Remember it Being Built
The building in your picture was called the 'new shops'. I recall going up there with my dad, Roy Austin, when it was being built. It must have been before 1960 I guess. I was born in 1949. The shops in that block included Boots, Wilkinsons, Forbouys, Greasleys, and the Co-op I believe. Behind the shops was the library, which was the original Co-op where we (John Hogan and his grand-dad 'Tim') used to go in the last days of rationing after the Second World War). Tim fought in the Boer War and me and John used to play with the sword that he brought home with him from the war. Tim wasn't really John's grand-dad. He'd been taken in by the Hogans (John's family). We lived on Glazebrook Road, a hundred yards or so behind the shops in that photo.
We used to buy cheap stale cakes from Greasleys on our way to New Parks Boys School. (Not John - he went to a Catholic school so we got... Read more
New Parks Boys,
I remember well the tennis courts . We were a secondary modern and our tennis courts were very secondary. Holes and gravel with a perimeter fence that had so many holes in it that about 20% of the balls sailed through it only to be punted down the road by a passing car. Whereas the girls' grammer school next to it had new ashphalt, legible lines and a fence strong enough to keep the boys at bay. We had great sports teams and excellent fields to compensate. We shared with fields with the girls but they rarely ventured out.
Peter Marshall 58 to 65
I'm as sure as I can be, that the little boy in the picture with the black coat is me. I would have been three to four years old (depending what time of year the picture was taken). I was the youngest at the home at that time, and left in 1965. I certainly remember the little black coat, of which I was very proud. My name then was Peter Marshall, known as 'pudding' or 'mop-head' - I still have the hair. I was adopted in 1965 and became Peter Anthony. I remember the posts and the marking-out being done for the (then) proposed new buildings. I remember the superintendant at the home at that time was Mr Padbury, a rather fearsome but kindly man, he later left and the Garbet family took over, (Mr & Mrs) probably around 1963. They had a daughter called Miriam, and she and I planned to marry (I'm still waiting). I remember helping the gardener (Ralph, I think) water the plants in the... Read more
