Ushers Brewery Site, Manvers Street 2004, Trowbridge
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Happy Hours Spent at The Old Manor
My friends and I spent many happy hours exploring the old manor house; entering the wine cellars with the resident bats. We used to go out on the lake in a boat that was moored there. The house had 'twisted candy' chimney pots.
Town Hall - Beautiful Then And Still Magical Now.
The town hall was a place of music ever Friday night when we all used to go to Top Twenty Club and dance the night away. No alcohol allowed just coke and crisps, but what fun we all had.
Now I am a member of the Friends of Trowbridge Town Hall and visit it very regularly. It has many fans who clean, and provide tours of the lovely old building.
If you are interested in joining us look for our website- we would love to increase our numbers.
Trowbridge High School For Girls
My first day at Trowbridge High School was early September 1949. Our class was form 3 - Miss Metheringham was Form Teacher, Miss Dawes was Headmistress. I travelled by train each day with other pupils from Warminster, where I lived at the time. We had assembly every morning in the Hall. The School Song began with 'Near the Rolling Wiltshire Downs and the Old White Horse'. We had sewing lessons in a wooden hut. Miss Hazel and Miss Quine taught domestic science. My maiden name was Heard. I remember Susan Wickham, Cherry Hobbs,Margaret Newbury, Joan Marks, Paddy Haller and many others.
My Sister Carolynn and I practically lived at the pool in summer even before it was heated and was often a bit chilly. Walking through the park & over the waste ground with our costume rolled in a towel under our arm. Entering the gate and hearing the fountain splashing, children screaming with laughter and the smell of chlorine in our noses, it was magic.
A quick change & walk through the disinfectant pool and we were there with everyone else having fun. When after many happy hours of swimming and jumping in it was time to leave we would put our costume throught the mangle and head home exausted but happy and keen for the next day so we could do it all again.
The Pool has long gone and I am no longer living near Trowbridge myself but the noises, sights and smells remain with me to this day and I am sure I am not the only one who misses those halcyon days of the... Read more
As a child playing on the allotments behind the Fire station in Trowbridge I used to see the white buildings gleaming in the sun of the Manor on the far hills. It was always so beautiful sitting majestically in the distance I longed to see it up close. My father once took us around the estate and lake when access was allowed and I was intrigued by the romance and wildness of the house and garden. Years later after time and destruction had taken their toll I did see it again but sadly it had lost much of the original beauty as well as size. I still think about it today even though I am far away. Whenever I am in England I always go back to West Ashton to have a look at Rood Ashton Manor. Still beautiful in its own way.
My Mother's Wartime Memories
Or it could be late 1930s. My mother Ivy Eaglestone, at the age of about 11, was evacuated from London with her brother Leslie to stay at The Black Horse with Mr and Mrs Hughes, Elizabeth and Joe. They had 4 children: Josephine, married to Eddie who sadly died, Bettie a sargeant in the ATS, Lloyd who taught my mother to tell the time, and Donald who she never met. My mother remembers her two and half years there very fondly. Her brother, however, could not settle and was sent back to London. My mother adored every second of her time in Trowbridge. She played with two young brothers, nephews of Mr and Mrs Hughes, Teddie and Leonnard Foster. She also remembers a Tom Keel who was the lodger at the Pub. Being in Trowbridge gave my mother her first experience of cows, which she had only seen in books. There were some in the field behind the pub and they would call them over and stroke them. Although she... Read more