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The Milk Bar, Tenbury Road, Clows Top
The Oxleys.
Deep in the Worcestershire countryside…at the foot of Clows Top hill,
Lies the house called the Oxleys…a once sweet antidote to life’s bitter pill.
The family home of the Keegan’s…where visitors ambled from afar,
Holidaymaker’s or day-trippers en-route …on coaches…motorcycle or in a car.
Long gone is the catering van…selling breakfasts and cream teas,
Well-manicured lawns…and the fruit bearing trees.
No more antique farm carts…painted lovingly every year,
Time and tide has sadly taken its toll…releasing a heartfelt tear.
Past memories of better days…and long warm summers spent,
Camping in their fields with my family…will never relent.
Getting to know the Keegan’s…Terry…Mary…Bryan…Allison…Ricky and Roy,
Was a blessing from heaven…bestowed on everyone who stopped by.
Terry was a Guinness Rep…whose second love was the history of the heavy horse,
And Mary was the brains behind the catering van…and the farms driving force.
Terry was a horse brass aficionado…with a huge interest in tractor seats,
Mary was the perfect hostess and loyal friend…to everyone she meets.
St. Michael's Church
My mother and her sisters were married at St Michael's church at Lower Rochford. They lived at Peter's Cottage. Gran and Grandad Kennett used to be the caretakers of the church and are buried in the church yard. It is the quaintest little church I have ever seen and it is so well looked after by the local people.
We used to go down to Lower Rochford every few weeks when our last remaining auntie was alive but unfortunately we have nothing to go down for now only our memories.
I was rather surprised that there were no photos of Lower Rochford church because it is very old and so pretty.
The Adams family own a lot of the land in the area and I am sure Rosemary could say far more about the area than I can.
Margaret Hampson
Search For Lambert Family History
My great-grandad was James Lambert, son of George and Elizabeth, he lived at "Cottage", Frith Common, Lindridge, he was born there in 1872. He had brothers and sisters Charles, Herbert, William, Emma, and Elizabeth, could have been more, only these are stated on the last census. Does anyone know anything of this family or where the cottage is? Many thanks for any light thrown on this.
An Adventure
My sister and I, Pam and Pat Haworth, were at Arley untill it closed in 1952. This happened due to water pipes supplying the Castle burst, and it was too expensive to re place them. I do remember after this happened we were set the task of getting water from the stream in front of the Castle! I am sure my love of the countryside was fostered here. The smell of the Arbouretum in Autumn, the trees "ship" and "puddles", the later from which, was a beautiful view down to the River Severn. The sound of crows and rooks in the trees. Inside the Castle was another adventure, midnight feasts in the tower, imagining prisoners in the cellar, checking out the bats in the stables, which were strictley out of bounds. I am sure I must have done some work here, but I can't remember. My first Dormatory was "Worldsend", above the Gym, Then "York". Night times were always full of chatter, until we froze in... Read more
Schooldays at Arley Castle
I went to Arley Castle as a boarder in 1943/44. It made a lasting impression on me. The Arboretum was my favourite place and we had names for many of the trees which we would climb from time to time. Miss Kell and Miss Whitehouse were the two Headmistresses. Rules were strict and if we were naughty (talking after lights out etc) we could be given the task of peeling onions or pulling up stinging nettles in the vast grounds. I always kept a penny under my pillow to give to the Ferryman in case I wanted to run away! My dormitory was called 'Valentia' and there was also the Valential Hotel where I went for half term lunch with my parents.
My name was Pat Horwitch and I used to become homesick quite frequently. I learned the piano and because of regular practice times (outside Miss Kell's study). I actually did get a distinction of which I was very proud. I made a nostalgic visit back to Arley a... Read more
School Days at Arley Castle
I was only at Arley for 2 years but they were very happy years despite all the deprivations etc. It was the only tme in my life I suffered from chilblains! I overlapped with Marylin and I have a photo (somewhere) of her and several others standing in front of the 'Semior Rec' windows with hockey sticks. I think it must have been after an inter-house match. I also remember Beth Pope, Sheila Fillery & Janet Mills. I seem to remember that Beth also had a lovely singing voice. I remember that the 1946/47 winter was also memborable for us using all the tin trays as sledges in the snow. Joan Ward & Myrtle Williams & Ann Dennis I also remember. Joan Ward was my first Dorm Captain. They were very happy days & I was sorry to leave but life moved on. My maidne name was Atkinson.
Stew
I was amazed to see this website!I was at Arley for the whole of the Second World War. The memories that I have are happy ones and I was looking for the prospectus that I was sure I had when I thought of going online. The names leapt out at me.I too kept in touch with Millie for several years, but lost touch when she moved south. The staff that I remember were: Miss Kell and Miss Whitehouse and Misses Jones, Short, Rust, Phillis Jones, Nichols, Rosenblatt, Long. I walk too because of those early Arboretum runs or Sunday crocodile walks. I remember siestas under the lime trees, and gardening in the walled garden, climbing trees and lying under the Seven Sister beech trees to revise for exams. The tough times too.....Hot water bottles that froze on cold winter nights, then getting up to wash in freezing water in the dorm next morning. I remember sweeping classrooms before breakfast and peeling mountains of potatoes or washing up a never ending pile... Read more
