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The Dingle And Percy Thrower
My frandfather, Ernest Thomas Sloane, was the Editor of the Shrewsberry Chronicle for many years. During this time he was approached by someone from the BBC who asked if he had a local story of interest. Grandad mentioned how a young gardener by the name of Percy Thrower whho had designed and made The Dingle the place of beauty it is today. As Ernest Sloane was unavailable on the day, my father, Ernest Patrick Sloane, was sent to interview My Thrower, who agreed to the interview which in turn led to his fame.
The Victorian Market Hall
I was brought up in Shrewsbury in the 1950s. The Theatre Royal had already gone then, although my mother used to tell me about it, but the wonderful Victorian gothic market hall on the left was still there. I loved it. There were lots of interesting little shops inside including a pet shop where I used to buy goldfish for my aquarium. At Flower Show time there were outdoor traders all around the market hall, it was like a carnival had come to town. You could see the clock from almost everywhere in the town. They pulled it down just after I left the town and I've never felt that Shrewsbury was the same place since. The 1960s market hall that replaced it is just plain boring!
Shrewsbury
I lived here for a while before I moved to East Anglia. My mother still lives here and I visit her at least twice a year. On my last visit we went up to the top of the Lord Hill momument - it looks relatively small until you get up to the top - we crept nervously around the railed parapet! I worked at Hall Engineering where I served an apprenticeship and was in Shropshire`s top `group` at the time - 'The Karacters' (well, we were on an equal par with the Astronauts). I have fond memeories of my time in this historic town.
Abbey Foregate
I was born in no 112 in 1940 and lived there until 1960. I have distinct memories of cattle market days when cattle being driven down to the market left unpleasant reminders all across the road. Remember too when the trees were cut down and the sewer was excavated along the old 'Potts' railway cutting. Remember Ann who lived almost opposite - a bit nearer town than Mill Road - born same day as me in September 1940. Other memories Fred Jones,the newsagent, Neville Hughes, the Bell Inn. I left Shrewsbury in 1965. James Carter (Tony).
Lion Hotel
My granny got a job as a waitress at the Lion Hotel so that she could be near her young man to whom she had just got engaged in 1927. I doubt if it has changed much since that time.
Ken Dodd
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My mother used to work in the Raven, as a school girl at St Mary's on Town Walls I used to wait for her to finish work. I can remember the place as being very beautiful.
Once my mother came home with a signed photograph of Ken Dodd, she said he was a gentleman, but I remember she wasn't very keen on Norman Wisdom she said he was very miserable, which was a shame to hear because I thought he was a very funny man.
Runaway Sheep
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As children my brother John and I attended St Mary's on Town Walls and after school we would make our way towards Barker Street to catch the bus to Springfield, we would spin around the revolving doors at the Hotel across from the Old Victorian Market Hall (I think it was called the George) and be hurled into the street, then across we would go to the old market hall and scrounge broken fruit and bits of toffee from the vendors (brilliant fun), then we would divert down to the old Smithfield Cattle market to watch the various livestock (poor things) being slaughtered by peeping over the doors and frightening ourselves to death, only then to be chased off by the big burly slaughtermen. My brother John went on to work at the Smithfield on Saturdays, I went along to keep him company once only to witness him being unceremonously dragged on the wet cobble stones the full length of the market by an... Read more
Hornimans Tea
I used to live at No 52 on the left of the picture, in a flat on the 4th floor. I was only 7, I remember the first night while lying in bed I heard a screech of brakes and a dog yelping. The next morning my mum told me that a dog had got killed on the road. I can remember wanting to go back to my old house, but I was very cautious of that main road, especially after having moved from a quiet country lane, but as I grew up, I was allowed to cross that road to go to the little grocer's shop, where I couldn't wait to buy the Hornimans tea for another free card inside to stick in my book. The trees always looked pretty and heavy with leaves, and it did block a lot of views, but when they were cut down because of disease, we could look right out over to the hills of Church Stretton. I remember across the road and... Read more
