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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
Ashby Ain't Like it Used to be
I was born and bred in Ashby-de-la-Zouch, the eldest of three children. My memories of Ashby itself are snapshots from a time which now seems so old-fashioned that it as nostalgic as a Herriot novel. As a young lad, I was a pupil at North Street Infants School (1964), a delightfully small, Victorian building that still had air raid shelters in the playground. It was in these dank, musty shelters that I had my first kiss. The small size of the school meant that we walked up to the Parish Rooms for lunch, where the blue-haired, rotund dinner ladies would invariably encourage the slower pupils to “Mek Ace, me luv. Mek Ace” to my bewilderment. A bewilderment which meant I walked more slowly only to urge the dinner ladies to reinforce their exhortations.
In the 60s, I remember that Wednesday were half-closing days and that the cattle market across from the Royal Hotel was the alternative entertainment. I remember that in the gardens of the Royal Hotel there was a... Read more
Growing up in A Small Village
My parents moved to Twycross from London in the early 1960s. We lived on Sheepy Road next door to Mr Charlie Brooks and Louie Jones. On the opposite side were Stan and Ilma Jones and Len Gibbs and his daughter Joan. I remember there being a family whose surname was Talbot in the big house opposite us, but they moved away and a family called Turner moved in. We went to school in Congerstone, followed by Market Bosworth High then Desford. We stood next to the Green to catch the bus for all 3 schools. I babysat for a family called Dodds who lived at Seale Cottage and we played with the girls who lived at The Hollies, Mandy and Debbie Thorpe. Mr Brooks had a huge vegetable garden and we were lucky enough to be given fresh peas, beans and gooseberries from time to time. When he died, I remember a motorbike rider moved in, I think his name was Dennis Ireland. As far as I can tell, our old... Read more
Childhood Memories of Twycross
I remember moving to Twycross with Mum and Dad (Leslie and Louie Jones) and it was in the middle of the war. Dad had to go into the RAF and I remember going to Atherstone Station to meet him one day when he came home on leave. He was in the RAF for about two years he then returned and went to work back at Measham Colliery.
My Grandma Frances Jones lived opposite with my Grandad James Jones and sometimes we would sit outside at night watching the aeroplanes going over and when they were bombing. I may have been a few years older when I can remember them bombing Coventry and we could see the sky lit up. One of the main things at the end of the war was the convoy of tanks and lorries which belonged to the Americans and they were going home and came through Twycross with a lot of noise, but all the soldiers were waving to us.
I remember my first day... Read more
Growing up in Griffydam
My 2 brothers and myself lived in Griffydam, my name is Hilary, my 2 brothers are Brian and David, we were the Sharpe family. My dad Frank worked at New Lount Colliery, my mum Ena stayed at home to bring us up. We played in the fields near Kidgers pond, the meadows, the counries and Griffy Well, life was wonderful, we spent many hours playing. We went to the Sunday School every week and the primary school, there was no bullying in those days and you could go out and leave your door open. The Top Chapel is where our family are buried, the Chapel is no longer there, just a shell now. These are some of my memories that I will never forget.
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!
