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Dawley, the Webb Memorial c1955
Dawley, the Webb Memorial c1955 Ref: D169007
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Year: 1949
Madeley - as it was A memory of Madeley, Shropshire I was born in 1949 in Victoria Road, Madeley and have many memories of life as it was in the 1950's onwards. I remember Jones' buses, Pooles the cobblers, Carters, Stodd's the Drapers, Shums the chemist, and most memorable of all, Nellie Oakes' shop in Park Avenue. It was always a delight to visit there to purchase four chews for a penny and sherbert and liquorice. The small shedlike store was packed with boxes of stock but Nellie knew every item she had. Vinegar was kept in a wooden barrell outside. My Grandfather, the late William (Billy) Jones and his mates used to sit on the wall down the gully, (a narrow lane, which is now the road which runs along side Elcocks Coaches) just smoking Woodbines and sharing their stories of life down the pit. Although Grandad enjoyed a pint of beer he would never sit in a pub instead he would send us down to the Barley Mow in Court Street with empty bottles and we would fetch him two pints of Mild. Mr Thomas, the Landlord, would place a paper seal over the corks to ensure the bottles would arrive home with their contents intact. Times were hard and my Grandmother, Harriett, used to take in washing to make ends meet. My brother and I had to collect the washing wrapped in a sheet and deposit it in the wash house. Every Monday was wash day. Granny had to be up early to light the fire under the huge boiler in the wash house. Washing took all day and on those days our meal consisted of stew made up with the left overs of Sunday lunch. It didn't matter how busy she was there was always a cooked meal on the table and a pudding. It was nothing for her to whip up a steamed pudding pudding or an apple pie. Of course there were no convenience foods then, most of the ingredients came the garden and neighbours shared their crops with each other, swapping cabbages for carrots. Fowl were reared for Christmas fare which were plucked and drawn in the same tin bath as we used to bathe. That's just how it was. Like my mother and aunt before me I played many a happy hour in Barnett's Coppice and my brother, Alistair Jones used to fish in the Court pool and the smaller 'green' pool.. They were happy times. Barnett's Coppice in the Spring was awash with the delicate blue flowers of the for-get-me-not and the surrounding fields yielded cow smock and lady smock. Picking Blue bells was always my favourite time as it meant we were allowed to wander up the fields to Park Hall (which was very near to park Lane, now Woodside) locally known as the Slang. In the winter we collected horse chestnuts and conkers. Bonfire night was an event all us kids would enjoy and weeks before November 5th we would gather up bags and bags of leaves and litter, infact anything which would burn and keep it until the big day. It was always a family affair making the guy. Every once in a while the 'ragman' used to come to Madeley and I vividly remember my brother taking my pyjamas to the ragman and swapping them for a gold fish, which of course lived for a very short time. The ragman, saw me crying and luckily gave me my pyjamas back. I can remember the circus coming to town and the animals, which arrived at the old Madeley Station, were paraded up the street to the fairground. It was such fun. I attended Madeley Church School and every Wednesday morning the local vicar, aptly named The Reverend Lord, came to the school to give scripture lessons. We were taken for 'nature walks' through Madeley Church yard, down Blists Hill (commonly known as Blesses Hill) and back up Coalport bank, collecting wild flowers and acorns and then quenching our thirst with water from the school's outside tap. We walked, hand in hand with a partner to our sports days were held on the local 'rec'. I also attended Madeley Modern School, just as it changed the name to the Abraham Darby. The late Mary Whitehouse and Jack Hook were the head teachers. Yes they were good times. Everyone knew each other. There was no violence, no drugs, doors were left open but there was no theft. Children spoke when they were spoken to and not before. Local police men patrolled the streets and were used to giving kids a scuff around the ears and taking them back to their parents. It was in the days when Police were respected and feared, alas how times have changed. Posted: 17/01/2008 21:03 by First Name Last Name |
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 Ironbridge, Bridge from the River 1892 (ref: 30891) |
Year: 1930s
River side living A memory of Ironbridge, Shropshire As a child who was born in 1924 I lived with my family (name of Rogers) just down stream of the bridge I attended the "Blue School"and St.Lukes Church as did all my Brothers and Sisters climbing the 100 or more steps past the chuch to go to school twice a day belting home at midday down the steps three at a time home for something to eat. I would say that we had a happy childhood although we were very poor I remember Rector Roberts and Mr Wragg Headmaster at the school with great affection. Every year we all attended church anniversary all the girls dressed in frilly dresses made by my Mother who was a skilled dressmaker white socks ,black patent shoes,Straw bonnets (can you imagine kids today dressing like this)and in the summer we all entered the Carnival in which we won lots of prizes every year, I still have some of the Photo`s and one of the carnival King and Queen when my Sister and I were on the stage as attendants still dressed in our fancy dress costumes My Father owned a Punt which is a flat bottomed boat in which he used take us all out on the River, he made small paddles for us and off we would go paddling like idiots up stream towards Buildwas no thought of the danger none of us could swim sometimes we would stop at a little Island that used to be near there ,I don`t know whether it still exists or the floods have washed it away.Remembering the floods living on the river bank was quite exciting at flood time we had to climb over my Auntie`s garden wall and through the gardens of neighbours sometimes through the house belonging to Mr and Mrs Wright in the end cottage, we had great fun then making paper boats set them off at the bottom of the back yard then tear through the house to catch the boats at the front door my Mother going mad with all the wet footsteps trailing through . My Father had a Coracle which he took out on the river sometimes to fish but usually to catch tree trunks and the like which were washed down with the flood water I have seen him showing off, spinning his Coracle round like whirling dervish (mad) because he couldn`t swim either Summer evenings my Dad would take us for a walk ,more like an assault course,up Bower Yard then on to the old disused Lime kiln works at the bottom of Benthall Edge there we climbed up the old rail tracks which they used to send the lime down to do whatever they had to do to it ,this climb would have been ok as an SAS traing ground .Sometimes we would walk along Benthall Edge and through the fields to get milk from a farm up there we would pass Benthall Hall and the little Church where my Mum and Dad married and where my Grandmother was buried,on the way we would pass the cottage of an old lady we used to call Granny Wale I have recently found out through tracing my family history that in fact we were related to her through marriage She used to come to the garden edge to talk to us wearing long black clothes with a funny hat on her head and smoking a clay pipe I have lots of memories of my childhood, playing top and whip, bowling a hoop , hopscotc,h making dolls houses out cardboard boxes all kinds of simple things which the children of today would think of as stupid but we were happier then than the bored children of today we didn`t get birthday cards and presents and at Christmas we had a sock with an apple and orange few nuts and sweets if were lucky but on when we got up our front room was like wonderland my Dad and Mum had been up for hours after we had gone to bed(and it was three in a bed then) decorating with chinese lanterns ,baubles which were many years old they were carefully put away each tear,the Christmas tree was made of branches of Firtree which my Father cut up Benthall Edge and decorated with sugar pigs,sugar mice,sugar birdcages and some chocolate fancies on New Years Eve Dad would hang the tree from a hook in the middle of the room and we would dance around it as it stopped spinning we could claim the nearest fancie to us,another treat was when the Gasman called to empty the meter we were given a penny to spend in Miss Roberts` sweet shop at the end of the bridge now this took a long time as there so many sweets I usually chose toffee which Miss Roberts would crack up with a little hammer,she must have had the patience of a saint waiting for us to make up our minds. All of this may not be of any interest to anyone unless they happened to live in those times and there cannot be many of those left now By the way the picture of the Ironbridge which you show here is one that my Mother loaned to the Museum many years ago I still have the original photo which was given to my Father by Mr Slater of THe Square Iron bridge Posted: 22/01/2008 17:44 by Ethel Jones |
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 Donnington, Works 1900 (ref: 46154) |
Year: 1964
Apprenticeship A memory of Donnington, Shropshire C&W Walkers Ltd Gas & Constuctional Engineers - I worked here from 1964- 1976 when I did my apprenticeship as a welder/fabricator. Unfortunatly it was demolished in 1993 and turned into a housing estate. Last edited: 26/09/2006 19:44 by Anthony Ardis |
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 Shifnal, the Broadway c1965 (ref: S117027) |
E M Goliah A memory of Shifnal, Shropshire My Grandmother Mrs E M Goliah had a general stores on Broadway I believe it was sold circa 1956 due to ill health, I believe it was an Elizabethan style property, and was next door to Cheadles, the 'clock' shop. The property no longer exists due to 'redevelopment' Posted: 07/11/2006 13:29 by Tim Goliah |
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Statue not sighted A memory of Lilleshall, Shropshire I had a message late Sept 2006 from Lilleshall resident of 60 years Anthony Ardis saying he was unaware of the statue. I replied to you Athnony but the Frith system did not want to accept it. People are welcome to email me direct at pweaver@westnet.com.au Kind regards, Paul. Last edited: 28/09/2006 10:28 by Paul Weaver |
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