Bromsgrove, The Old Church Steps c.1965
Memories of Bromsgrove, the Old Church Steps c1965
After going to the Regal Cinema i would take a shortcut to Sidemore going up the 48 steps and running like the clappers through the churchyard and out through the gate at the bottom.(Scary)
I remember staying with my grandmother Annie Rowlands during World War 2 in the village of Stoke Works on Harbors Hill Farm. There was a neighbouring farm there and I remember a John Ford. My grandmother took me on a bus to Bromsgrove and bought me my first pair of wellington boots, I felt like royalty. I loved staying there with her away from all the bombing in London, and she bought me a bike to ride to the village school. My Uncle Ted and Aunt Hilda used to come down and visit from Alum Rock Birmingham, and sometimes they would take me back to their house in Birmingham. My grandmother had 3 sons; Cliff (my father), Leslie and Ted. Does anyone remember Annie, my grandmother? If so I would love to ...Read full memory
Whilst being at either Parkside ot North Bromsgrove school my poor mom came face to face with a bull. It had escaped from the slaughter house! I also remember there being a bullet lodged in the side of the church. I wonder if it is still there.
Remember when I was a lad a group of us friends used to gather at the bottom of what we used to call the 48 steps and have a race to the top - the last one up was a wimp. Those were the days, when lads were lads.
Memories of Bromsgrove
This was one of the hotels/public houses owned by Mr.& Mrs. R.J.Gillman; they were my grandparents. My parents visited them taking me with them. My cousin Clive and I went exploring, oh boy! my finger slipped threw the wallpaper in one of the bedrooms, so Clive and I traced it round and found hidden behind the wall ...Read full memory
MY grandad and grandma used to run The George. They were Reg and Edith Astley. I was brought up there with my mum and dad, Pat and Sheila. Mum was a barmaid there with my Aunty Eunice. If any one remembers them , or has any photos, particularly of the interior, please get in touch at : firstname.lastname@example.org
Had many enjoyable pints in the Coach and Horses whilst waiting for the bus to the Winter Gardens on Saturday nights.
Used to walk to the common on a regular basis, remember climbing one of the highest trees to attach a long rope to a branch so we could swing over the ditch howling "TARZAN" what's happened to the kids of today, mm sat at home on their computers. Sad very Sad.