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Shropshire memories
My Childhood
The nicest thing about growing up in Clun in the 1940s was that it was one big happy family. We all knew each other, and cared. I loved standing in the blacksmiths in Bridge Street, watching Mr Griffiths shoe horses, and on a cold winter's day the heat was great. The highlight of my Saturday mornings was waiting at St George's Place for Mr Davies, the baker. He would take me and a couple of other kids with him as he delivered bread up the Llewyn, in his horse and cart, and drop us off on the way back. I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
Although there were about 14 shops in Clun, nobody sold ice-cream and there was great exitement every month or so, when Tom Hamer had ice-cream delivered to his shop at the top of Bridge Street .
Lost Boy
Would like to find the family and whereabouts of Elsie May Jones, local address 'Broadwoodbunge'.
If you can help, please contact mjroffey@yahoo.co.uk Subjet EMJ.
February 2010
Summer Holidays
My early memories go back to the days spending our holidays at Grandma Davies in Broome. Grandma used to say it's only half a mile to Aston-on-Clun, we would walk there at least twice a week. The first time would be to Mr Naylor's shop. Also to exchange the accumulators to run the radio, you see there was no electricity, also no running water. The second time would be every Sunday evening going to the Baptist chapel, we would add another seven at least to the congregation. The organ was played by Mrs Howl, it was a treadle organ, and at times we would find it hard keeping up with her. My home town is Congleton, Cheshire, and my memories of Aston-on-Clun are still with me today as if I was only there yesterday. We have lived in Australia since 1968, and have returned to Congleton on occasions, but we never for-get to go to Aston-on-Clun.
Newington Terrace
When I was young in the 1950s I would spend some weeks of my summer vacation at my grandparents' house at 11 Newington Terrace, Elizabeth and Albert Torr. I remember swimming in the river, we would go to the weir and remove some of the planks and let the water spray over us and cool us down. I would travel each year from Belfast in Northern Ireland by boat to Liverpool and then by train to Craven Arms. My grandfather would meet us at the station. One year when I was 11, I went to the river as soon as I got to my grandparents' house, I ran as fast as I could to the river. I went to the first stil about 20 yards from the bridge and cast in a small pocket line wrapped on a cork, I had carried it all the way from Northern Ireland, at the first cast I pulled in a 3/4 lb Trout. I was so excited I shoved it up my good... Read more
Post Office House
The little house to the left (the old post office) is where I now live.
Ethel May Tantrum
My husband's Grandmother, Ethel May Tantrum, was born in Craven Arms in 1885, but by 1891 was living in Elms Cottage, Little Stretton. In 1910, she married Harold Ezard and in 1924 she died at White Birches Cottage, Little Stretton. Their son, Harold, was born in Little Stretton, but we are not sure where (possibly White Birches Cottage?) and we would love to hear from anyone who could help us find out more about the Tantrums and the Ezards of Little Stretton.
We recently visited Little Stretton, by chance, with some friends and found it a fascinating place and plan to return in the future.
Schooldays
I went to the High School in Ludlow from 1941 - 49 and then went back to teach there in about 1956. I had a flat in Broad Street just below where this picture stops and used to go to this church of St Laurence on a very regular basis- they were wonderful days. I ran the Guides and also re-started the Sea Ranger Crew with a boat on the Teme.Ludlow was very different then as the old town hall was standing: I had such a shock when I visited years later and discovered it had gone. If only it had been replaced by a small park and flowerbeds instead of a car park it would have improved the town! I went out to Kenya in 1959 but I look upon Ludlow as my spiritual home.
