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Historic maps of Ellistown and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Ellistown maps
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Ellistown area books
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My Grandad Jim
My name is kerry & my favourite memory of coalville when i was younger is my Grandad, his name was Jim Watts. he was a coalminer for quite a few years & he was also Mayor of coalville. i remember going to the dog track with my dad, Alan & having to wait around for my grandad to come out. if i remember right after there he would go to the halfway house & 'just wet his lips' before he went home. i would have been about 9 or 10 years old at the time, i'm 38 now. i never thought i would hear myself say ' i can remember when all this was fields', i definately can hear myself saying it now. i live in leicester now but still have ties to coalville so go back to the place as often as i can. every time i visit it seems to lose more of its history as well as its landscapes. thats a great shame to a... Read more
All Saints School, Eatoughs, Newbridge High, King Edward 7th Grammar...etc
My name is Ann ( Nee Barber) and I was born in Coalville 1956 - attended All Saints C of E primary and above schools. I bought my first record at the market, it was 'Here Comes My Baby' by the Tremeloes. I went to work at Eatoughs before marrying at 17 years old and moving to Manchester. The photos on this site have truly brought many happy memories flooding back.. and I would love to see any more that you as a reader might have. I loved the 'old' Coalville and the friendliness and warmth of its residents. I remember the yearly parade, the ice-cream van being pulled by a pony, the rag and bone man, "me duck", Ravenstone church garden fete. I lived on Ashby Road and loved the blossom trees near Hoo Ash and go-karting down the hill ... with no brakes!
My Life
My name is Clifford James Edwards. I was born on 14th November 1948. My parents were Kathleen Mary Edwards and James Aubrey Edwards. We lived for a time, as far as I can remember, with my dad's parents, Kathleen G Edwards and Thomas Henry Edwards, at 44 Ravenstone Road, Coalville. At the age of 5 I started going to All Saints C of E School in Ashby Road, Coalville. On the way to school we would go into Mr Pepper's shop for sweets. My dad was known as Ned, he worked at Whitwick Colliery, working on the pit top. As the miners used to go down pit he would take their tallies as they got on the cage for the task of mining for coal. We moved to the Greenhill estate in the year of 1954. I started going to Broomleys School untill aged 11 when I then left for Newbridge Secondary School which at the time was on Bridge Road in Coalville. I... Read more
Good Times
My memory of Coalville is all the good good friends I had to leave behind when I moved to Nottingham. I played for Bardon Hill FC juniors in the day, we used to play practically in the quarry and we had a great young side in those days, winning a lot of trophies and being the bogey team of all the big Leicester teams. Always remember going to Slim's house before the game then walking to the ground early Sunday mornings. My mum Cyn still goes back to visit my Aunt Pauline at Greenhill Road, I still have Perry Carter my cousin living there and I always look out for Bardon's result in the East Mids League. I actually referee and am still waiting for my appointment to one of their home games which would be great to see Fozzy who I believe is Chairman of the club. Great times going to the Travellers Rest / Waggon etc etc etc
In Loving Memory of my Dad JIMMY Aka James Chambers.!!
I want my dad to be remembered by all you that knew him he was born in coalville and spent his days growing up in witwick.The memories i have of my dad are all good he was always smiling and doing benny hill impresions.Iremember he always had a smile for everyone and everybody who he met loved him he was a bit of a jack the lad,everyone knew him and the family and the family knew everyone.My grandad James Robert Chambers worked in the coal mine in coalville i also think my uncle frank did also. My dad was head game keeper for ages and i remember living in switherland hall in Keepers cottage.We moved around alot but my dad would always go on about witwick and how much he loved it .Because we moved around a hell of alot when we went back to visit uncle frank,Charna,Carl and at the time Anty Sharon we always used to go to the white horse when willy white owned it... Read more
A Happy Childhood
I lived in Jubilee Cottages in Nethercote with mum and dad. My dad, Charlie Wilson, collected milk from the farms in the area, his lorry being based at Swepstone Dairy. Mum, Florence, worked in the dairy making Stilton cheese. I spent many happy hours travelling in the lorry and walking round the factory watching the making of cheese from milk to lovely blue stilton! Unfortunately dad died from a heart attack at 56 in 1958. Mum was later diagnosed with Motor Neurone Disease , and she lived in Newton until she died in 1966, having seen me complete my first year at City of Leeds College of Education. Despite the sadness I have fond memories of the Primary School. Miss Pothecary was the infant teacher. I still have a Christmas card, letter and birthday card from her (26th Dec). Miss Chauner was the Junior School teacher and she had been in the forces in the war. I remember her shiny brown brogue shoes. She gave us lessons on how to... Read more
Living in Thringstone
I moved to Thringstone just before the millennium. I found Thringstone to be a wonderfully quaint village atmosphere, Lovely walks in the countryside and through the Grace Dieu woods. Living in Thringstone for about four years was special to me, I found it so relaxing. But little by little the town changed over that period of time. Kids started to really run rampant, parents not caring about what their kids where up to. Pubs closeing down. All in all I'm glad to get out of there. Gone are those special days that my husband remembers from childhood. Gone is the quaint village atmosphere, gone is a village that could be still wonderful. It's a shame parents don't bring up their children to be useful, sensible adults. Shame on those parents and their children.
