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Rushall maps
Historic maps of Rushall and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Rushall maps
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Rushall area books
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Memories of Rushall
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As it Was
I left Walsall at the age of fifteen, at the time of the date of this picture. I loved the trolley buses and watching the trolley conductor change the rails. I remember the Bridge well, as shown in this picture. It was my task on a Saturday to collect and return my younger nephew every Saturday morning from my older sister, taking him home to Mom for the day so my sister could work in one of the shops on the Bridge. On my return I sometimes waited outside the pictures in Walsall town centre, asking adults if they would take me in with them to see an A grade picture (I would not reccomend that now!).
It was a penny in those days from the Fulbrook where I lived in Brockhurst Street to the Bridge, and half a penny to either Palfrey of Caldmore. The school I attended was Joseph Leckie and Walsall Technical College, before the family moved to Bearwood, Smethwick.
I have plenty of good... Read more
First Love
I meet my husband, who was my first boyfriend, at Walsall and Staffs Technical College in 1970, we would often go into the George for a drink at lunchtimes. It holds special memories for us both, still together after 33 years of marriage, and we were horrified when they pulled it down.
How Things Have Changed
oh mi how things have changed in this photograph i was 12 then 40 yrs on it was so peacefull then arbo has we called it i can remember going there during school holidays. we be there all day with our bottle water and our jam sandwiches we wouldnt go home till dusk or till the man came round with the whistle telling you he shutting the gates oh what fun then we go to the old sweet shop on lichfield road before we caught the trolly bus home. it has know changed it so busy everyone seems to be in a rush and of cause the sweetshop been pulled down so have many of the shops but i have lovely memories off this.
Christmas Time
This photo always reminds me of christmas as a child, there used to be a policeman sitting in the upstairs window of the bank, watching you cross the the road,he used a loud speaker to tell you when to cross and when not to the road, he used to tell you off if you crossed the road when it was not safe, me and my mates used to run across the road, so the policeman would tell us off, the area is now pedestrians only
Aboretum
I was born just around the corner from this photo, in Ward Stree, it's now a car park. This junction is going through yet another re vamp.
As a teenager I would visit the Aboretum with friends and race the boats across the pond and get told off by the staff. We would visit every year for the lights, many now are from Blackpool.
I Lived There ....
My parents were landlords of the Littleton Arms in the early 1960s era. I was around three years old or so then. Can remember the Saturday nights when bands played down in the bar, wooden beer barrels large and small being delivered into the cellar and Dad hooking them up. Bottles of "BabyCham" on shelves, the odd bag of crisps or pork scratchings for a treat and a Vimto! ... Go figure what lingers in the memory. I understand the pub was demolished recently to make way for a road expansion .. such a shame. It would have been a blast to visit the place after all this time since I have now lived in Canada these past 34 years and pubs in the same realm do not exist here.
Getting Locked in The Arboretum
I remember when I was 14 my friend Josie Weston and I rode our bikes along Broadway West to the Arboretum. We were walking along the paths and around by the lake when we met two boys and one of the boy's mothers worked for Josie's mother at Dawson's coaches. They asked if we would go on the lake and we said yes, so off we went on the lake in a rowing boat. We went all the way over the other side and we sat talking and by the time we actually got back to the boat shed, the park keeper had already locked the gate.
We had to get one of the boys to scale the gates and then lift our bikes over and the other boy 'bunked us up' so we could get over the gate. We got on the bikes and rode like mad as we had to be home before 9.30pm. My dad met us about halfway in the car and by the time... Read more
