Nostalgic memories of Shrewsbury's local history
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Displaying Memories 11 - 20 of 22 in total
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, ...see more
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 ...see more
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' ...see more
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 ...see more
I am tracing any info about my ancesters. My granddad James Partridge was born in Shrewsbury 30.12.1885. He worked for GWR as an engine driver. His mom and dad were James Partridge, born in 1862, a gas fitter, and married to Rose Kemsley, born in Spring Gardens, Shrewsbury 20.4.1854. James's dad was William Partridge, born in 1831, his mom Susan (nee Fox) was born 1831. William's mom was Mary Partridge. ...see more
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.
This date is approximate. 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 ...see more
This date is approximate. 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.
My nan used to live in Darwin Street, just up from this picture. I always used to stay at her house on school holidays, and she used to send me down into Frankwell to buy fish and chips and mushy peas, from one of the houses left of the road which was converted to a chip shop. There used to be another chip shop on the other side of the road, but I wasn't allowed to cross the road. I always used to spend the change ...see more
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 ...see more
