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Patshull Park maps
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Memories of Patshull Park
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Our Special Day
We got married at this stunning venue last year. I will always remember the children playing football on the grounds, and the Romeo & Juliet photograph; my husband on one knee, with an outstretched arm, whilst I'm standing at the balcony above!
West Midlands memories
Lower Penn Church
I used to love visiting this beautiful little church. It was so tiny and always so cold. If I remember rightly, on the opposite side of the road was a tiny little post office (almost like it was in someone's house).
Dean Road, Lower Penn
My grandmother (Edith Craig/Peach) used to live in Dean Road (number 2). My mum, Pat also grew up there with her brother, Graham.
I lived with my nan for a couple of years (around 1982) when I was 9 years old. The house was in a block of 4 and they were painted white with blue doors. I remember my nan used to scrub the front door steps until they gleamed. The gardens were huge. It was like having 4 back gardens in one. Her neighbours were all so close and I remember my nan chatting with Maggie over the back fence.
The lane was very narrow and I remember cycling to Merry Hill with Maggie's granddaughter, Sarah. I'm sure my nan cursed me that day because she kept saying I would come off my bike. Well, we got all the way to Merry Hill and I was nearly home (in Dean Road) and my front wheel hit... Read more
Dads House
My dad, Joseph Gornall, was born in the house pictured and just to the left of it was a blacksmith's which was run by my grandad John Gornall. They lived there throughout my dad's childhood but moved to Birmingham for work at Cadbury's. Just further up the road on the right is a chapel where my great-grandparents are buried.
Rounders in The Road
I was brought up in Brewood, in the cottage which is called South View and later next door in what is now 38 Shop Lane. There were four children in our family, I had two older brothers and a younger sister. Our friends came from the cottages (some no longer standing) in Shop Lane, and Horsebrook Lane.
We would gather at the junction of Horsebrook, Shop Lane and Bargate Lane where there was a triangle of grass we knew as The Green Patch. There we would play rounders using the centres of the various roads as our bases. When we tired of this game we would play in the disused chapel that stood where the entrance of Pendryl Close is now. Later we would congregate under the gas lamp which stood at the top of Horsebrook and lit the junction. I can remember many long summer evenings spent laughing, joking, sometimes arguing and at times fighting, until we were called in by our parents.
I can't ever... Read more
Carnival
I lived and went school in wheaton aston, and once a year the village carnival was held. It had several floats that were themed and there was a MAYPOLE dance on the village green. It was also the home of the village bus stop. The building on the right of the picture was the primitive methodist chapel, (The PRIMS) I was a member for some years
Fishing
During the school holidays the canal and it's towpath became a playground for many of the village children. Several of us caught the fishing bug and used the canal many times throughout the holiday. We always looked out for a barge called the MENDIP. The bargee was a gentleman called Charlie Atkins. His route was from the CADBURY factory at Knighton to Bournville in Birmingham. This was the origin of his nickname (Chocolate Charlie). We always asked him for a bit of chocolate but it was the raw chocolate crumb before it had been milled and was all but uneatable. If he was in a good mood we were alowed a ride up the canal for about 2 bridges then it was Get off home to your mother. Can you see that happening today?
