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Little Tedney maps
Historic maps of Little Tedney and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Little Tedney maps
Little Tedney photos
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Whitbourne| Knightwick| Clifton-On-Teme| Broadwas| Stanford Bridge| Bromyard| Great Witley| Bransford| Abberley| Shrawley| Eastham| Rochford| Astley Burf
Little Tedney area books
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Memories of Little Tedney
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Tedney Bank
My Great Great Grandfather was James Bradley of Clifton-on-Teme (1853-1931). He died rather dramatically at Tedney Bank in 1931, following the Clifton-on-Teme Hunt. According to family lore, he saw the fox, cried out "There's the fox!" then dropped dead! He had to be carried back to Clifton on a door which needed to be dismantled for the 'occasion'. His grave in Clifton Churchyard records that he "died in the hunting field". Not a bad way to go, I suppose!
Worcestershire memories
Wonderful Days
I moved to a small new house in Saxon Close in Clifton in 1962 - and have regretted moving away (for work) in 1974 ever since! To me, with Clifton set in the heart of some of the most beautiful countryside in Britain, it then, and for that matter still, epitomises all that is truly English that seems to be long gone elsewhere. With a population of 364 back then, village life revolved mainly around the church and the Red Lion pub (wonderful nights, where the village policeman would tell the clientel which way to drive home when the pub closed), and on a lot of occasions such as weddings, both would work together. It was far enough away from Worcester to still be very much a self-help and neighbourly community, and as such had an incredible and remarkably active and enjoyable social life. Of course, everyone knew everyone else, and their business, with some residents' families having lived there for centuries being more "local" than others!
I returned... Read more
Nan's Shop at New Mill Bridge.
The shop that was operated by my grandmother at New Mill Bridge was home to me and my family during the Second World War. It was a haven where the madness of the war seemed to be so very remote and in a way, inconsequential, particularly to us children. The warm glow of Birmingham burning could be seen in the night sky from time to time when they were being bombed, but that was 30 miles away and so remote it was almost another country. For us, deep in the country, the war was something happening somewhere else. The only time it intruded upon country life was when we woke up one morning to find the house and a large area around the valley covered with strips of silver paper. We wondered where it all came from as we gleefully wandered around picking up armfuls of it. It was only much later we learned that it was called "Window" and was dropped from aircraft in order to confuse Radar.... Read more
Stanford Court.
When I used to come down to Shelsley I used to stay with my Nan at New Mill Bridge until she sold the shop and moved to Birmingham where she stayed with her eldest daughter May Bennet and her family. Later, she came to stay with my mom and dad, After she left Shelsley I used to cycle down and stay with my cousin Marjorie Anderson [She was Auntie May Bennet's eldest child}. Whilst the City school holidays never matched up with those of the country schools, as the harvest season was more important to the country, they had their school holidays at that time of year. Nevertheless, somehow Des Wall and I always found ourselves together. We would cycle around the valley or throw a line in off the bridge near Nan's old house and try to catch a few fish. For some reason we never did manage to do so. There were a couple of places that were our favourite spots. One was Southstons Rock. There was a... Read more
Church House Farm
Has anyone any memory of this place? I would like to know where it was in Shelsey Walsh. Any info would be gratefully appreciated.
Church House Farm
Church House Farm was a large white building nestled neath the shadows of the great Yew trees that bordered the graveyard of All Saints Church, Shelsley Beauchamp, the other side of the River Teme from Shelsley Walsh. The gates to the farm opened onto the unofficially titled 'Bridge Road' that led from 'Church Corner' to the New Mill Bridge and the 400 year old building that was in my day known as "Cooks Store". My grandparents were Samual and Harriet Cook and it was my grandmother who ran the shop. The Moore family were the owners of Church House farm and the oldest Moore in my day was Lionel. A man who had bushy white hair and whiskers growing from his ears and nostrils. I was scared to death of him, but then I was only 6 at the time. His son John took over the farm and a very successful farm it was too. Every year the Reverend Chamberlain would bring a group of boys from his parish... Read more
Shelsley Beauchamp School 1942-1945
When my parents, my sister Maureen and I moved from Edgbaston, Birmingham to live with my paternal grandparents Harriet and Samual Cook at the General Store, New Mill Bridge, I had to attend school. My sister was not old enough to start school at the time but did so later. The nearest school was the one at Shelsley Beauchamp some 3/4 of a mile from the house we were living in. It was a decent walk each day and because most students lived as far away from the school as I did, too far to walk home and back again in the short lunch break allowed, we were obliged to have "School Dinners" at the cost of about 1 shilling per week. It may have been a little more than this but if so I cannot remember the amount. It was as the result of one of these dinners making me feel ill [the meat was off] that I became a vegetarian and have remained so for the... Read more
