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Penn Fields maps
Historic maps of Penn Fields and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Penn Fields maps
Penn Fields photos
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Penn| Wolverhampton| Tettenhall| Sedgley| Lower Penn| Bilston| Wombourne| Trysull| Wednesfield| Seisdon| Dudley| Willenhall| Kingswinford| Wednesbury| Essington| Patshull Park| Donington| Great Wyrley
Penn Fields area books
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The Fox And Goose Public House
Hello from Australia. I was hoping that someone looking through these "memories" might remember The Fox and Goose Public House on Penn Road. I think that this is the picture of it. My mom was the cleaner there for a few years when my sisters and I were young and I can remember sitting on the steps outside the pub collecting car numbers in an old exercise book and drinking a bottle of Vimto and eating Smiths crisps while I waited for mom to finish cleaning, and then we'd walk all the way back home to Warstones estate where we lived, it was such a long way but we never minded then as we didn't have a car and money was very tight so we couldn't catch the bus. Sometimes mom would stop on the way and if it was near lunchtime she would buy sixpence-worth of batter bits from the fish and chip shop that we passed on the way home and we'd think it was such a treat... Read more
Hopkins And Tipper
I would love to hear from anyone who may remember my great-great-grandfather whose name was Owen William Hopkins. He did live with a lady called Mrs Tipper and had two children, one of who was called Winnie. Owen died in 1937.
My Parents Wedding
Although I wasn't to be born for another 6 years, I remember my mother teling me about her wedding day here. My brother's name is Peter, I wonder if the connection is from this church?
Grand Theatre
I remember going to the Grand Theatre in Lichfield Street when I was a child. My aunt took me to see Margaret Lockwood in 'Peter Pan'. Her daughter Julia Lockwood was playing Wendy. Afterwards my aunt took me to the stage door and managed to get Margaret Lockwood's autograph and Julia's for me. My aunt was quite well known at the Grand as she visited regularly. Her father, my grandfather, was a violinist in the theatre's orchestra in the 1920s and 1930s. Later he became musical director there. Because of this my aunt worked really hard to prevent the theatre closing when it went through bad times, even to the point of buying rows of seats for performances and then pestering her friends to go with her!
Bedford Williams Store
Hello, does anyone remember the Bedford Williams Store in Victoria Street, Wolverhampton? I was employed there in 1962 until about 1964 in the fabric department and I also worked on the button covering counter and stocking repairs. My supervisor's name was Miss Corkingdale. I would love to see if anyone remembers the store. I now live in Australia and I am trying to build a memory book about my life in England. I was 15 years old when I started work there so it's been a long time. I hope someone can remember either me or the store, or both. Thank you from Kathy Downunder.
Pearks
Pearks was one of the first supermarkets in Wolverthampton to start trading. I worked there in 1962. My name was Marain Beech, I went on to marry a former work colleague, Chris Rutter.
Cheese was cut up on the premises, and so wa bacon. Many happy times. Does anyone else remember working there? The supermarket was in Queen Street. Names I remember are Elsie, John Volmer, Diane Cassey, Maurice Joan, Mickey Cullen, John Mills. Manager was Mr Tustin.
'Milano' Coffee Bar
As a school girl I have delicious memories of the forbidden coffee bar in Darlington Street. I remember it was downstairs, or is that now muddled with a thousand other coffee bars? It was dimly lit and had an amazing machine that hissed and spluttered and made coffee, the taste of which I have no recollection beyond the fact that it was not Nescafe or Camp. No, the memories are of the romance and the excitement of imagining being just a little bit French, of mixing with the A level crowd of all the local grammar schools, the odd arty teacher and students from the college. There I learned to smoke Gauloise and Sobranie (Black Russian cigarettes from a shop whose name escapes me, though I think it begins with B), learning about Jazz and a hundred different ways of disguising myself to avoid prefects. The Milano was a huge and innocent influence on my adolescence. I hold it fondly in my memories and wonder if anyone has other memories... Read more
