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Market Bosworth, Ye Olde Red Lion c1955
Market Bosworth, Bosworth Grammar School c1960
Market Bosworth, the Square c1960
Historic maps of Market Bosworth and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Market Bosworth maps
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Melton Mowbray Town and City Memories
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Leicestershire Photographic Memories
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My memories are of Earl Shilton and similar to those of Eric Johnson. I started at Earl Shilton Infant School in 1959 and the headmistress was called Mrs Cloe. When I was in her class she would read Brer Rabbit books to us at the end of each day and if the boys were naughty they had their legs slapped. It was a little school which my grandmother and mother also went to and as Eric stated is now a supermarket. I lived down Elmesthorpe Lane and my dad used to take me to see the steam trains at Elmesthorpe - although they were few and far between at that time, Dad knew when they were due. My next school was at the other end of the village which was Earl Shilton Junior School. There was a little sweet shop on the corner where we used to buy sherbet dips and jubilees. Mr Dowswell was one of my teachers and a memory of him was dandruff constantly over his jacket. I go back to Earl Shilton perhaps once every couple of years and although the shops are different now it hasn't changed an awful lot.
Shared on 26 June 2009
My memory of Shilton is when I started school at the infant school in The Hollow which is now a supermarket, and then to the school in Wood Street, after that to Heathfield at Bel Vue and we used to play in Dan Asley's sand pit on the home.
After I left school I worked for a Mr Surch at Kesters Nook which is no longer there, and then he went to Australia and I went with him, here I have been for the last 54 years. But I have been back to Shilton a few times as I still have three sisters living in England and I still call it my home. But it has changed so much that I have lost all contact with all the boys I used to go to school with and I hope someone still remembers me.
We also liked to go down to Elmsthorp and watch the old steam trains go through and put pennies on the line to let the train flatten them out. We also loved to go to Harry's picture house on Saturday afternoon.
These are just a few of the best years of my life and I hope that someone else can remember them too.
Shared on 11 January 2009
A copy of the church photo was sent to me after I visited Witherley, on the trail of my Tillson ancestors. I was told that the middle house was where the Tillson's lived in the 1900s & before.
My g/grandmother Ann Tillson was born in Witherley in 1856, I have her birth cert. but wondered if she was christened in St. Peters. Her father William Tillson according to the 1861 census was also born there in approx 1832.
As I live in Wales is there anyone who could look at the Parish Records for me.
William was a Domestic Servant, Gardener & by 1871 a Coachman. Did he work at the Hall??
Shared on 01 July 2006
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 friendly little town that was a peaceful place but now its a concrete eye-sore that some people would call a business park. my sister (tracy) & her family still live in coalville
Shared on 03 October 2006
Displaying a selection of extracts from Frith books about Market Bosworth, inspired by Frith photos.
Leicestershire Photographic Memories
Since the 13th century there has been a market here, and the buildings in the town centre reflect a gentle change rather than a dramatic fluctuation of fortune at any one time. Single-storey dormered cottages sit comfortably with the later elegance of the flat-fronted Georgian house further along the street.
Leicestershire Photographic Memories
Market Bosworth was granted the privilege of a Wednesday market in 1285, and the small town was one of 29 in the country to combine this with an annual fair. In a primarily subsistence-orientated world, the market of the 13th century proved an efficient way for producers to sell their surplus products. More often than not the privilege of establishing a market had to be bought, and the lord needed to be sure of a return on his investment. The Market Square, which here takes a triangular form, is surrounded by modest, attractive, mainly 18th-century houses, apart from the Grammar School, which, to some extent, raises the scale. The presence of a traditional but modern cross completes the picture. Today the square has regrettably taken on a more regimented appearance, with a regularised car park behind concrete bollards, but it is, in its essentials, little changed. Situated away from major routes, the town has derived its fame from the Battle of 1485, when Henry Tudor, later Henry VII, defeated Richard III on Ambion Hill to its south.
Loughborough - A History & Celebration
MANY MORE people know the name of Loughborough than know the town itself, or even where it is. That name is read, said and rings out across the world. Loughborough is unique. It is a small market town in the East Midlands of England, yet it has a university with an international reputation for excellence in sciences and sports. It is home to the largest bell foundry in the world. For generations, children in every corner of the globe have seen the words ‘Ladybird Books, Loughborough, England’ on the brightly coloured books which helped to shape their lives. Cranes and hoists, some of giant size, designed and built in Loughborough have been employed from the docks of New Jersey to the shipyards of Korea. Turbines, trams and transporters have all been made at the Falcon Works of the strangely named ‘Brush’ Electrical Company. If you visit Loughborough, the evidence for this wealth of industry and knowledge is not easily seen. Far less apparent still is the long and often turbulent past of the town. I approached the writing of this book with some trepidation. There are, already, many books about Loughborough from the seriously academic to the purely anecdotal. The difficulty in the end was not what to include, but what to leave out. The choices, and the faults, are the writer’s, but, if your favourite place or story is missing, there will hopefully still be much to enjoy. Many famous and noble families were involved in Loughborough’s past - De Spensers and Beaumonts, Herricks and Hastingses and, most poignant of all, Lady Jane Grey, litter the past of Loughborough. Many of them came to a sad and savage end. The town lies next to the wild landscape of Charnwood Forest, is surrounded by ancient hunting parks and was, for centuries, ‘owned’ by one family. It may appear a quiet place to the casual observer, but Loughborough hides a fascinating story just under that placid surface.
