Main Road c1967, Broughton Astley
Main Road c1967, Broughton Astley Ref: B517015
Memories of Main Road c1967, Broughton Astley
Broughton Astley C of E Primary School
Born in Mill Lane in Broughton Astley on 3rd May 1926, I started school at B/Astley C of Primary in 1931 as a five year old. We would be 'called to school' by the ringing of the bell housed in the small tower which can be seen at the far end of the roof of the school - the building just past 'Willow Cottage' in the foreground of this photograph. The first class a child was taught in, the infants class, had a Miss Pratt as their teacher. Miss Pratt was exceptionally well suited to start children off on their journey of formal education. She was able to quickly console a tearful child whatever the cause of the tears, her reassuring little hug and comforting words would be almost equal to that from 'mum'. With Miss Pratt we learned how to read,write and count, at the very basic level, all during the morning classes time. In the afternoon we would have paints or crayons and be free to... Read more
Broughton Astley & local memories
Read and share memories of Broughton Astley and Leicestershire inspired by Frith photos.
Broughton Astley, Pre 1950
This is my second entry about Broughton Astley and may contain some references to items in my first reminisces. As a person 'born and bred' in Broughton Astley, I have fond memories of the village as it was 'in the old days'. In the days before the 'Jelson Estate'; the 'Bruce Fletcher Estate'; the 'Deeley Estate', and the various other estates that sprang up all over the village. Seemingly growing overnight in the 1950's and 1960's, more rapidly than growing mushrooms. Memories of the village before it lost its old primary school in Primethorpe, its brick and tile works, its hosiery factory, its old rectory with its moat, and its old Water Mill and Mill Dam. Most of its farms have gone, as has the most important thing; its character! Children can no longer take a Sunday morning walk up Cottage Lane (Scotty Lane as we called it), and pick a bunch of wild violets to take home to Mum. Nor indeed spend an hour or more in what was always known... Read more
