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Milwich Heath maps
Historic maps of Milwich Heath and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Milwich Heath maps
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Milwich Heath area books
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Family History
While researching my family tree I've come across an Anthony Martin (born 1746 in Mapperley, Derbyshire) who died in Fradswell in May 1821 and was buried there on May 29 1821. I wonder which churchyard he's in or whether there are any Martins still living locally.
Better Late Than Never.
I met my wife Dorothy in Northampton. She came from Cheadle. Incidentally I was born at Ryton-on-Tyne. One day Dorothy asked me if I would like to move to Cheadle so I got a map out and what caught my eye was a place called Upper Tean which was about 3 mile from Cheadle. Within 4 weeks we were living in Upper Tean and it's a beautiful place to live in. From the kitchen window to the horizon one can see many woods, old-fashioned stone walls and hedges. At this moment in the distance there is a farmer at work in the field. Actually I like a game of chess, but moving to Upper Tean was the best move I ever made.
Vicar's Daughter Growing up in Gratwich
After living in Jamaica and Barbados for some years, we returned and my father became priest-in-charge of Gratwich and Kingstone in the 1970s and early 1980s. I was the eldest of five. Our crumbling, draughty, white-and-blue Queen Anne vicarage, now done up with deluxe helipad, was as if out of an Albert Camus novel. We swam in the marl pit at the back in summer and skated in winter, and played and rode our little welsh ponies in the fields around us and went swimming with the ponies in the pond in the river Blythe at the back of St Mary's, the Georgian gem of a church where Mrs Caldwell played the pedal organ and her daugher Joy sang with a voice to match her name and the prayer books still referenced King George.
The Brook
Wonderful memories! It was awonderful place to have grown up. I learned to swim in the brook, aged about 11 years. I wonder who wrote the following which I was taught in school. Very appropriate! "Little stream flowing through woodland and valley, down where the lovely forgetmenots grow, where are you going Oh clear rippling water, down through the meadows where willows bend low. Little birds love you they drink of your water, whom is so cool on a warm summer's day. Dancing above you the dragon flies flitter, then in the moonlight the fox come to play".
Stone in The 1950s
I am now 57 years of age, and live in Australia. I was born in Stone, Stafforshire in 1949 and would love to go back and visit.
As a child I remember walking along the canal and standing watching as a blacksmith mended a horse's shoe. I remember hating school but even at that very tender age I was interested in the history of the school that I attended. Every day at home-time I walked on the stone footpath that was once laid by the Romans (is it still there?). The school was very old and I think that it was once used by monks?? It had very tall ceilings, rounded arches and big heavy doors. I remember taking a shortcut through the church cemetery across the road from the school. I was very frightened as some of the graves were very old and some were partly opened, very scary. My parents, my sister and myself lived at 26 Redhill Road. My maiden name was Bruce.
Sandstone Site as at 21 August 2006
First time on web page, co-incidently was at site yesterday 20 Aug 2006. I used to play all around the area as a young child 1970+ when the area was allotments, the current site has lost about 10ft in height due to 20 years of erosion, filling in etc. If you look to the left of the centre pillar and to the root overhang, there is about 2ft of sandstone left visible and then you are at root level to all the remaining trees. I will go back and take a photograph of the site, so it is not lost forever.
Pirehill Lane, Walton, Stone
I suppose as I grow older, memories of my youth increase. I remember living in Pirehill Lane when there was just one row of houses. In front of our house there was a row of huge trees, my bedroom in the back looked upon fields, fields and marshland. My friends and I would jump over our garden fences and disappear till meal times. What a childhood. My mother, sister and I would walk into Stone to do the family shopping and as you got closer to the town you could smell the hops from Joules (beer makers), whenever I smell that smell mmmm gorgeous. A treat was to have tea in the hotel in the centre of the town. I left with my family when I was 14 yrs but I have never forgotten how happy I was then.
