Monkland
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My Birth
I was born at Bury Cottages, Ivington. My grandmother and maiden aunt lived there. The midwife was Nurse Norman. I was christened at Ivington Church where my mum and dad were married. Also my brother was born in the same black and white cottage and was also christened in the church. I spent every summer there until I was about 16, so have many lovely memories. My aunt and uncle lived at Hyde Ash and we would cycle up there to a farm to get butter. Another aunt and uncle lived on Bircher Common 7, another at Kingsland.
Rose Hatfield Nee Morgan, Dilwyn 1930s
In tracing my family history, I've discovered that my father Gethin Morgan Hatfield lived in Dilwyn as a young boy. Gethin's parents were Rose and Tom. He was born in 1928 out of wedlock to Rose, who was Rose Morgan at the time, and who worked in service somewhere in the vicinity. Three younger sons and a daughter were born to Rose and Tom during the 1930s, and at least 2 of them, twins William and Thomas were born in Dilwyn in the late 1930s. Gethin would have gone to school in Dilwyn. the family left to live in The Drill Hall, Ludlow at the beginning of WW2, as they felt that this would provide greater security than Dilwyn, oddly enough. I would be delighted to hear from anybody who can shed any light on the family and their time spent in Dilwyn.
Butchers Shop
I have a picture of a double fronted butchers shop in the corn market. Over the door it says L.Pugh, outside is the butcher and his wife and probably their daughter Marie. A family story was that a lad from the family when asked who he was replied "Jack Pugh, Leominster, kill sheep" I assume there was an abbatoir behind the shop.
The picture is in an album of my parents around the 1920's. Any information please email me at bpmann@ntlworld.com
Thank you.
The Broom Maker of 1862
I am researching my family tree and have discovered that my great-grandfather, Thomas Ashcroft, a besom (broom) maker, lived and made brooms at 122 Mill Street in 1862 before migrating to South Wales. I believe that most of the old Mill Street houses have long since been demolished, I shall visit one day and have look.
Ye Old Tuck Shop And Mrs Price
My grandmother was Ann Elizabeth Price and lived in a beautiful house. She ran a little shop in the house and it was called YE OLD TUCK SHOPE. It is the most beautiful little village I have every seen. I remember the people around, how kind and friendly the were. The buttons and the Davies and old Fred. I remember playing in the meadow and paddling in the brook, and fetching water from the spring. I had a fabulous childhood and came over every year from Ireland with my mum and brother and sisters. I would love if someone from those times 62 - late 70's would get in touch if they have any memories.
Mrs Price's Tuck Shop
I lived at Lucton in the late 1960s and remember buying sweets from the shop.
I vaguely remember a young girl staying there who we played with in the meadow. The Buttons Sandra mentions are probably the BUFTONS.
Visiting The Corner House
I visited Weobley in the late 60s as a child with my Mother to visit our Herefordshire cousins. We stayed with Mum's Great Uncle Fred (Frederick Hope) and his daughter, Mabel Hope. They lived at the Corner House and I think Mabel's brother, Rogers Hope, lived near by in Broad Street. We came from London and I remember opening a cupboard door in the house to find a staircase. Mabel kept little hens in the back garden, which I think were gleeny fowl, which were the first live chickens I ever encountered. She sent us back to London with a basket of fresh eggs. My Grandmother, Mary Hope, was born at Bearwood Farm, near Pembridge and I also remember visiting Harry Hope and his wfe Ruth who farmed at Lower Hardick. They lived in a beautiful black & white timbered farmhouse, and had an enormous Hereford bull in the yard. I was only ten or eleven years old and had never seen any... Read more
