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Stoke Bliss maps
Historic maps of Stoke Bliss and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Stoke Bliss maps
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Rochford| Eastham| Newnham Bridge| Clifton-On-Teme| Lindridge| Bredenbury| Stanford Bridge| Tenbury Wells| Knighton-On-Teme| Burford| Bromyard| Whitbourne| Nash| Little Hereford| Abberley| Knightwick
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Creeks Mill
My grandmother Alice Weaver lived in an old tumbldown cottage at Creeks Mill. She was a widow, and married my grandad George Wylde around 1900. My dad was born in 1903. They moved to Top House on the Highwood. The Creeks Mill house was left to ruin. As a child, I went with my mum and aunty to pick the primroses, violets, blackberries and rosehips that grew round the old house. There was a little stream with a waterfall and a very rickety bridge over to the house. I have an old black and white photo of the house and my grandma.
Joy Langford
St. Michael's Church
My mother and her sisters were married at St Michael's church at Lower Rochford. They lived at Peter's Cottage. Gran and Grandad Kennett used to be the caretakers of the church and are buried in the church yard. It is the quaintest little church I have ever seen and it is so well looked after by the local people.
We used to go down to Lower Rochford every few weeks when our last remaining auntie was alive but unfortunately we have nothing to go down for now only our memories.
I was rather surprised that there were no photos of Lower Rochford church because it is very old and so pretty.
The Adams family own a lot of the land in the area and I am sure Rosemary could say far more about the area than I can.
Margaret Hampson
Wonderful Days
I moved to a small new house in Saxon Close in Clifton in 1962 - and have regretted moving away (for work) in 1974 ever since! To me, with Clifton set in the heart of some of the most beautiful countryside in Britain, it then, and for that matter still, epitomises all that is truly English that seems to be long gone elsewhere. With a population of 364 back then, village life revolved mainly around the church and the Red Lion pub (wonderful nights, where the village policeman would tell the clientel which way to drive home when the pub closed), and on a lot of occasions such as weddings, both would work together. It was far enough away from Worcester to still be very much a self-help and neighbourly community, and as such had an incredible and remarkably active and enjoyable social life. Of course, everyone knew everyone else, and their business, with some residents' families having lived there for centuries being more "local" than others!
I returned... Read more
Search For Lambert Family History
My great-grandad was James Lambert, son of George and Elizabeth, he lived at "Cottage", Frith Common, Lindridge, he was born there in 1872. He had brothers and sisters Charles, Herbert, William, Emma, and Elizabeth, could have been more, only these are stated on the last census. Does anyone know anything of this family or where the cottage is? Many thanks for any light thrown on this.
Nash School
I went to live in Nash in 1955 as a foster child. I attended Nash School from 1955 - 1958 when Mrs Jones was the headmistress. The school sadly closed in 1958 and we were moved to Burford School near Tenbury Wells.
Life at Nash School was idyllic and we used to run through the lanes to school every day. When it snowed badly we stayed at home or were taken in by tractor! I still have a photo of us all on the day the school closed in July 1958. There were 23 pupils and Mrs Jones.
Even now at night I often lie in bed remembering the days around the lanes. The glorious flowers, catkins, conkers, crab apples, blackberries and elderberries. The list is endless. Reading Laurie Lee always remind me of so much!
I went to school with the Tenchs from Groom's Cottage at Knowle, the Bowkleys from Harthall and the Postans from Nash. We were poor, scruffy and dishevelled but we had a... Read more
The LOWE Family in Market Street
My great grandfather, Andrew Corden LOWE moved to Tenbury Wells about 1904 with his wife Florence "Flo" and their two little children: Douglas age 4 and my grandmother Cordelia "Queenie", age 1. He was an Ironmonger and they lived on Market Street until the early 1930's. They had 3 more children: Cyril "Cil", Winifred, and Eric. His wife died in 1910.
He married again, to Mabel - known as "May" and had 5 more children: Peter, Jean, Philip, Barbara, and Philip.
Andrew left Tenbury by 1934 but was back by 1954 and died here in Berrington Road in 1958.
His son Eric LOWE lived here almost all his life: he was Mayor from 1976-1977, he started the Worcester-to-Tenbury Race in 1963, he began the Tenbury Museum. He was known as "Mr. Tenbury" I'm told.
Eric worked as the manager of Messrs F.H.Burgess Ltd until he retired in 1970; he died in 1984.
Does anyone recall the Ironmonger's shop? Where might I find a photo, or deeds,... Read more
Nan's Shop at New Mill Bridge.
The shop that was operated by my grandmother at New Mill Bridge was home to me and my family during the Second World War. It was a haven where the madness of the war seemed to be so very remote and in a way, inconsequential, particularly to us children. The warm glow of Birmingham burning could be seen in the night sky from time to time when they were being bombed, but that was 30 miles away and so remote it was almost another country. For us, deep in the country, the war was something happening somewhere else. The only time it intruded upon country life was when we woke up one morning to find the house and a large area around the valley covered with strips of silver paper. We wondered where it all came from as we gleefully wandered around picking up armfuls of it. It was only much later we learned that it was called "Window" and was dropped from aircraft in order to confuse Radar.... Read more
