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Bersham, the River and Road c1936
Bersham, the River and Road c1936 Ref: B459006
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 Bersham, Bridge House c1936 (ref: B459008) |
Year: 1960
Joan & Fritz
I have many happy memories of visiting my cousin Joan at the Bridge House when I was young. I would go to play with Susanne & Erica when I was at my Aunty May's house (The Machine House) up the hill in Bersham. We would have some fun paddling in the river and play hide & seek in the garden. There were some little hidey holes in the rooms upstairs where we would play house. My grandmother lived for many years in the row of houses called Bunkers Hill which was just above the old school which was still in use then. My Aunty Nance & Uncle Tom also lived there and my uncle used to keep pigs on the land at the end of the row which used to be the old school gardens. Uncle Alb used to live down by the school where my cousin Den later lived. I have many happy memories of my visits to Bersham and am still very fond of it. Oh by the way Uncle Lloyd lived at Mill Terrace with Jack and at one time Uncle Harry lived in the Dole. Last edited: 30/06/2008 09:36 by Janet Ready |
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 Bersham, Mill Terrace 1953 (ref: B459016) |
Year: 1963
My Sunday school teacher
Mrs Ingman, my Sunday school teacher, lived in the first house at Mill Terrace. The houses were so small inside, maybe two rooms downstairs and two upstairs but they had so much character. Mrs Ingman seemed so old when I was a child but she was probably only about middle sixties. I considered myself to be a favourite of hers but looking back , she was kind to everyone. I remember a huge, round dining room table in her sitting room ....I think she was very proud of it because I`ve never seen such a shine on a table. Mr Fitzhugh owned the church in the village and we attended services 3 times on a Sunday and choir practice on a Wednesday. Mr Fitzhugh never failed to turn up even when he was ill. I remember him often sneezing into a huge handkerchief in Sunday school. My father, Fritz Franke of the Bridge House, had a lot of time for him and respected him greatly. We had wonderful Sunday school parties at Mr Fitzhughs` house and every child was given a book. Those books meant a great deal to me and I`ve still got them 40 years later. A Sunday was a family day ....we went to church, watched old films on the telly and ate a huge roast if we were lucky. Last edited: 08/12/2007 13:25 by Erica James |
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 Bersham, Cottages 1952 (ref: B459009) |
5 Mill Terrace
As a young child, I lived at number 5 Mill Terrace. It was my grandparents' house. Their names were Stanley and Alice Timberlake and they were able to rent the house because my grandad had worked for a local landowner by the name of Fitzhugh. My mother, Jeanette, was born in that house. We moved to the midlands when I was 5 years old but continued to visit until the mid-70s when Nan and Grandad moved to nearby Rhostyllen. There was no bathroom there for many years and I remember taking a bath in front of the fire with water heated up on the stove. I remember the rooms were icy cold in winter and I would stay in bed waiting for my grandad to light the fire before daring to go downstairs. I also remember doing the washing in the backyard in a metal tub, using a dolly pin and a hand mangle. Monday was my favourite day of the week. The toilet was also outside and we used chamber pots until, finally, the luxury of a bathroom was added to the house. I never liked that new bathroom much. My grandparents called the kitchen - the back kitchen and there was a long cold scullery alongside it where milk, butter and eggs were kept. I used to collect the milk from the shippon across the road and was great friends with the Thomas family. They let me 'help' on the farm whenever I wanted to. I also collected eggs from the yard at the side of the farmhouse. Milkchurns were left on a bench across the road and I loved watching the cows go back and forth from shippon to field twice a day. My grandad grew lots of vegetables in his garden at the back of the house. He was a gifted gardener and invariably we ate food from the garden at teatime. Lettuce and tomatoes were always fresh. We planted some apple pips together and over the years watched that apple tree grow. There was also a gate at the end of the garden, so you could get out and cross the river over to the fields at the back of the house. It was an idyllic place to spend your childhood. Posted: 14/02/2007 19:50 by Jane Hann |
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Bersham, Bridge House c1936 (ref: B459008) |
Erica's house
I remember this house very well. I played with Erica and her sister - whose name was, I think, Suzanne, in Bersham. Like Erica, I was also born in 1955. My grandparents lived in the cottages at Mill Terrace. Their name was Timberlake. My grandad was Stanley and my nan was Alice. My name is Jane and my surname was Thompson. My mum and dad (Jean and Roger) and I lived for a while in the cottages with Nan and Grandad. I remember loving Bridge House - finding it so special because it stood alone, right next to the river and near the waterfall. It was such a great place to play. We moved from Bersham, but continued to visit until my grandparents moved to Rhostyllen in the mid 70s. I still cherish all my memories of Bersham and feel so privileged to have lived in such a beautiful, peaceful place. Posted: 14/02/2007 19:31 by Jane Hann |
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Bersham, Bridge House c1936 (ref: B459008) |
Year: 1964
A dump called Paradise
I lived in this house until I was 21. My father had already bought the property when this photo was taken and I was also born in 1955. My parents had no hot water, low ceilings, no bathroom or electricity when they moved in. He did all the renovating himself...yet we had a wonderful, rich childhood. There used to be a picnic area across the road by the river...now there is a noisy dual carriageway there. When my father died in 1984 my mother had to sell it because the house needed a lot of upkeep. In the past the house used to be a pub and Dad found lots of clay pipes in the garden. The horses were `parked` in the white area of the house. The bar was the black and white bit in the middle. The house was built in the 16th century so we were just a blip in its history....but it was a very well-loved home. Last edited: 24/10/2006 23:49 by Erica James |
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