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Padmore maps
Historic maps of Padmore and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Padmore maps
Padmore photos
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All Stretton| Cardington| Church Stretton| Acton Burnell| Pitchford| Little Stretton| Longville In The Dale| Berrington| Cound| Shipton| Atcham| Wroxeter
Padmore area books
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Memories of Padmore
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Shropshire memories
The Hotel Garage
My grandfather Bert Hedger managed the garage attached to The Hotel during the late 1920s. It belonged to Phillip West who was a mill owner from Manchester and was managed by his sister-in-law Lillian Harker. It was a five star hotel and all the best people stayed there. A lot of famous racing drivers from the 1920s stayed there for the Shelsby Walsh hill trials, including Wolf Banato of Bentley's and also Freddie Field of Bugatti's - he would stock up with 2 gallon tins of aviation spirit and tins of pure benzene. The autumn meet would fill the place with racing cars. The drivers or their mechanics would arrive at 8.00 in the morning to warm their engines up and would rev them for 5-10 minutes at a time. Petrol was sold at 1/- per gallon and punctures were repaired for 2/6d. Warming up the engines resulted in a lot of complaints from the local townsfolk.
Grandpa remembers one old gentleman of 70 years of age, Fred Platt,... Read more
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.
Bomere Pool Near Bayston Hill
I grew up at the Masonic Arms in Belle View, Shrewsbury. When I was a child my mother and I used to cycle to Bomere Pool near Bayston Hill to pick primroses in the spring. She used to tell me about the legends that it was bottomless and also that some people said there was a village at the bottom and sometimes you could hear the church bell ring. It was a wonderful wild and mysterious place. We left Shropshire when I was 14. I tried to take my husband there in the 1970s when we were visitng for the flower show but we couldn't find it. I recently discovered the work of Mary Webb and am reading 'Precious Bane'. I recognised the setting as Bomere Pool. It brought back so many memories. I've heard it is now owned by a water sports company, what a shame!
4 Coundmoor
My father's family were born or lived in Cound and Counmoor My dad Basil Crump was born at 4 Coundmoor Cottages, BKI 1935. Also others in the 1800s. I hope to visit one day.
Lea Cross School
My auntie, Dorothy Jones, was a teacher at Lea Cross school and I remember going with her to the school for a day when I was about 3 or 4. I wonder if anyone remembers her. The head teacher was a Mrs Pierce.
Stiperstones Poem
THE STIPERSTONES
T’was long ago the Ludlow people vexed the Devil very sore
He vowed to stone their homes and steeples until they were no more
On Cranberries Hill he then collected his apron full of rocks and stones
With these missiles he expected he could break the peoples bones
Swiftly crossing roads and rivers past the peasant peoples homes
Through the land of peaceful livers till he reached the Stiperstones
O’er the mountain dark and dreare hurried satan on his way
Vowing war and strife and riot on the people miles away
Suddenly the strings were broken in a heap the stones all fell
And he left them as a token of his presence there to tell
Then cursed he Ludlow and it’s tower from the top of Stiperstones
In the fury of the hour built a chair of rocks and stones
And tis said at midnight hour when the moon is rising high
Satan sits in state and power while the ghosts of... Read more
Atcham Schoolhouse
I only knew Atcham as the place where my grandfather's family lived in 1901. My grandfather lived there with the rest of his family in the Atcham Schoolhouse because his dad was the local School Master at that time. I recently crossed the globe and visited that same house in the beautiful setting that is Atcham. In doing that I finally feel I've in some way touched a part of my grandfather's life even if he was only a little boy there at the time.
