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Visits to Cathedral
We used to stay one week each summer with my mother's aunt and we would be taken to see the sights of Coventry. I remember so well going into the ruined cathedral and feeling a sense of awe and that it was still a place of worship, albeit open-air. I think it was because the original aisles were still in place and where the pews would have been was grass.
Later on we came to live in Coventry and I have been a member of the Cathedral community. Memorable occasions in the 'old' cathedral have been Easter Sunday services at dawn after having stayed awake (and busy) since the first part of the service the evening before; sponsored sleep-outs overnight (usually November) to raise funds for the Cyrenians; and the dedication of a peace statue which has its counterpart in Hiroshima.
We now have family memories as well, as my grandaughter was married in St. Mary's Hall and wedding photographs were taken in the Cathedral gardens.
Fishy Moores
I remember the strange triangular shaped building where my Mum and I used to walk down the back, down the cobbled road to Fishy Moores. We used to have to join the queue outside until the lady on the door called us in when there was a table free. There was a section up on raised platform inside, and I used to think only important people were allowed to eat their fish and chips up there! Happy days.
Earlsdon
We moved into Earlsdon from Wales in 1965 and stayed with my aunty who lived in Belvedere Road. Such a big house with three floors and close to the Spencer Park tennis courts as I recall. The bus used to stop right outside the front door (no 1 in those days) and take us into town and park at Broadgate. We'd always visit Owen Owen (now Primark!) and have a cup of tea and a bun in the ground floor cafe.
If we didn't get the bus we could walk over the iron bridge which crossed the railway and even then was covered with graffiti. I used to leave the clanging echo sounds from it as it had built in sides so you couldn't see the line below.
Eventually we moved to our own place in Myrtle Grove at the top of Moor Street.
There was a paper shop run by Mr and Mrs Mills at the bottom of Moor Street opposite the Royal Oak pub and this was eventually... Read more
Moving House
In 1946 I was ten years old and lived in a village named Ynysboeth in South Wales. My grandmother Sarah Ware and her daughter my aunt Hervilly moved up to Coventry at this time. I accompanied them in the back of an old lorry which was owned by my aunt's boyfriend Horace. It was an open-backed truck with a makeshift canvas top and was very draughty. My gran and I sat in the back of this truck with all her worldly goods and furniture all the way to Binley, Coventry. We were met by three of her children who had been living there for some years. What impressed me more than anything at that time about Binley was the apple and pear tree orchards, and with fruit on them no less, back home there were no orchards, just the odd apple tree. I stayed for a few days and then went back home to Wales.
The Old Speedwell Factory Needlesend Lane
I remeber the old canteen, playing on the old factory site, and I remember the lorries parked there full of dead cows from Lidgates (stunk like hell). I remember when it was just fields all around, the old Shell garage was just a wooden shed with old pump. No Shenstone Colse or Whitnash and so on.
Chantry House
We married here 26/09/1970. The grounds were beautiful.
The Blue Bell Wood
Having recently moved to Kingshust from Aston it was wonderful to have Chelmsley Wood within walking distance. Taking a picnic we would set off and thoroughly enjoy the walk, climbing over the style and venturing into the woods especially when the wood was carpeted with the most amazing blue bells. We would play hide and seek and be amazed at all the wonderful smells and beautiful things to see. It was nature at its best. We would all stagger home exhaused carrying arms full of blue bells. These were the days when we didn't live in fear of strangers and of course before the lovely woods were demolished to make way for the CHELMSLEY WOOD that has become home to so many. I feel privilaged to have enjoyed the wood in its former glory.
