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Alton, the Church c1955
Alton, the Church c1955 Ref: A285020
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Year: 2007
Better Late Than Never.
I met my wife Dorothy in Northampton. She came from Cheadle. Incidentally I was born at Ryton-on-Tyne. One day Dorothy asked me if I would like to move to Cheadle so I got a map out and what caught my eye was a place called Upper Tean which was about 3 mile from Cheadle. Within 4 weeks we were living in Upper Tean and it's a beautiful place to live in. From the kitchen window to the horizon one can see many woods, old-fashioned stone walls and hedges. At this moment in the distance there is a farmer at work in the field. Actually I like a game of chess, but moving to Upper Tean was the best move I ever made. Last edited: 20/06/2008 16:20 by James Atkinson |
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Park Hill Farm, Stramshall Parish
My grandfather was enlightened in many ways. He permitted the children from the western side of the town, to bathe and swim, at The Pipe, boundary with campbells, The Basin, near to stramshall footpath, subject to no litter, and interference with animals. This was permitted long after his death by my family, until 1972, when the farm was sold, due to the deaths of my aunts. Posted: 29/04/2008 17:33 by John Mellor |
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Growing up with all my relatives living in Stramshall Parish
I was born in 1928, to John James and Olive Mellor, my grandfather was Percival Jackson Mellor, my grandmother Mary Ellen Mellor. They built with help Park Hill Farm, New Road, Uttoxeter, paying tithes to Stramshall Parish. All the family went to Stramshall Church, all my parents, uncles, and grandparents are buried in Stramshall Church. The first Vicar I remember was the Rev Charlon, an Anglican churchman of the old school. My great uncle, Thomas, lives with his wife Selina at Hill top Farm(Cottages). I spent my youth between the two farms and the surrounding fields. With the River Tean running between, it was an exciting place to grow up. Last edited: 21/04/2008 09:58 by John Mellor |
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 Uttoxeter, High Street c1955 (ref: U29005) |
Pitts Place Garage
The gap between Woolworth's and the next building was known as Pitts Place where Bert Mellor (my grandfather) ran a garage workshop where he maintained the vans for Devilles, the butchers, and the Uttoxeter racecource ambulance, which was an old WWII canvas sided vehicle. Posted: 03/12/2006 10:23 by Alan Vosper |
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Year: 1930s
Evacuation
My brother and I, aged six and a half and five, were evacuated to Wetley Rocks at the outbreak of war in 1939. We only stayed for six weeks but the time is imprinted on my mind. We were billeted in a farmhouse which belonged to, I believe, the Ridgway family who lived in a grander house nearby, now demolished. Miss Ridgway lived there with her brother. Their father was a pottery manufacturer. The farmhouse had a room with a large table, covered in white crockery, and glass-fronted cupboards containing the same. There was a cowman who I think was conscripted but I was told that his name was Mr Moss and he was still alive in 1991. We attended the village school - mornings one week and afternoons the next. Arriving in Wetley Rocks we were deposited in the school and given beakers of tea and a banana. On arrival at the farmhouse we went to see the cows being milked and coming out I slipped in a fresh cow pat - I was wearing a green gymslip!! There was a walled fruit garden where we children over-indulged in ripe fruit. My brother and I visited the area in 1991 and I was pleased to see that my memory had served me well regarding the farmhouse. Enquiries put me in touch with a Fay Butler whose parents, I was told, owned a shop. Fay moved to Stone. Last edited: 26/06/2007 15:29 by Joyce Sidebotham |
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