Rowley Regis maps
Historic maps of Rowley Regis and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Rowley Regis maps
Rowley Regis photos
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Rowley Regis area books
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Memories of Rowley Regis
West Midlands memories
Moving to The West Midlands
We moved from The Medway Towns in South-east of England in the early nineties to the West Midlands to go narrow boating on the canals. I worked for premier narrow boat builders Les Allen and Sons at Velencia Wharf in Oldbury and we bought a small seventeenth century cottage in Corngreaves road nearly opposite Corngreaves Hall beside what was then Clancey's Foundary and the river Stour. The Hall was then in use or part use, as the clubhouse and car park of Corngreaves Golf Course which was a municipal eighteen hole course where I walked my Alsatian dog night and morning for the five years we lived happily in Holmestead Cottage. At the time there was a part derelict but nearly intact nail making shop built onto the back of a cottage just up the road, which still had the little forge and all the rusted tools hanging from the rafters, in the Highstreet near the railway station the site of the large chain makers where the anchor chain for... Read more
Cradley Heath, 60s, 70s.
Hi there, Just thought I would see if there are any other people who remember their childhood in Cradley Heath? I lived on the Codsall est. Meadow Walk to be precise, here are a few memories I have of the best childhood I could have wished for. We played footy on Bearmore Bank which also had a park with swings, slides, etc. also when it got hot playing footy, there was always the Corona factory! Bottles of the best pop around - all free if you were quick enough! Next to it stood the 'test' bike race track where we all thought we were speedway riders! Nearby was the old railway goods yard which closed down and became a great place to build camps in the lofts and under the platforms. Next to that was the churchyard with the 'Devil's grave' - run round it 10 times then break a bottle on it and he would appear... nobody hung around long enough to find out! We also played footy on... Read more
Rood End School
I was born in July 1939 in a street with the unbelievable name of `Dog Kennel Lane` in Oldbury, now in West Midlands, can you believe that? Actually I think it was in the Langley area of Oldbury. As I was so young at the time I don`t actually remember much about it and little did I know that my wife was born within howling distance just two years earlier, so she must have heard me howling sometime or other. Somehow my mother moved, with my brother and I, to the Queens Head area of Oldbury to a cul de sac called Douglas Avenue where my brother and I spent our formative years during WW2, where we lived with our gran. I went to Rood End school in Langley Green; the school is still there as a matter of fact. We had to walk quite a long way really to go to school, as I remember, with our mother taking us; and in the winters with heavy snowfalls not at all very... Read more
PLAYING FIELDS BACK OF LONGBANK ROAD
Living in Longbank Road Tividale was like living in the country. Behind our house we had playing fields that used to belong to a farm. There was a large tree that we used to swing around. The field was our football pitch in winter & our Cricket pitch in summer. As the dark ascended we played spotlight, no fear of danger or abductions then! Just over Tower Road was Bury Hill Park which added to the delights & adventure of childhood. They were wonderful days of hot summers & snowy winters. Wonderful memories.
To me the first eleven years of my life, growing up in Quarry Bank, was the most enjoyable. I was born Kenneth Graham Sewell, on the 26th January 1947, at 59 Saltwells Road, now renamed White City, and the whole country was in the grip of the worst snows for years. I can remember from when I was eight months old and can recall being held in my mother's arms, watching our new council house being built. Number 3 Montgomery Crescent was to become a wonderful place for me, with my dad Joe, mom Lily, and my sister Janet. And later at number nine, a boy named Danny Priest was to become my life-long friend. One fine memory I have is of the Queen's coronation in 1953. The government doubled the sugar ration so as our mothers could bake cakes for the celebrations. Chairs and tables were lined up all down our streets and they were festooned with red white and blue. And that day was the best day... Read more
WESCO Not TESCO - The First Ever Supermarket in The UK?
I have so many wonderful memories of growing up in Quarry Bank - from moving into the brand new 'fashion houses' when I was 3; four of us on a motorbike, with me wedged between mum and dad (Wes Archer) as he negotiated the roads before they were finished (my 7 year old sister, Jenny, on the back!); the proud opening of the shop in Lawnsdown Road - it was actually called W.E.S. & Co and became the social focus of the estate - only recently did we realise that dad was way ahead of his time with the name of the grocery-cum-sweet shop that my mother, Hilda, ran cheerfully for several years. She sold just about everything Dad brought back from an Aladdin's cave beyond Dudley. And every day I was allowed 2 custard tarts and a Mars bar before I did my homework. No wonder I have so many fillings! In the early days we often played 'armies' in the 'oods behind the houses, made... Read more
Bombed Out in Brewrey Street
It was about September that the bombers came over Smethwick. They dropped their bombs all over Smethwick aiming for the factories. We were in the cellar when the bomb dropped on Smiths Foundry in Brewrey Street. The police came down the the street telling everyone to get out as the water mains had been hit, and the water was running into the cellars. My dad told the policeman that his father was still in bed, as he would not come down the cellar. The policeman said to dad that grandad would not have felt a thing as the blast would have killed him. When they went upstairs to check, they found the wardrobe across the bed and when they took it off him, grandad turned over and asked who was doing all the banging!