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Childhood Playground
I was lucky enough to live in the High Street in Tutbury in the 1960s and Tutbury Castle was my playground - we used to spend hours up there climbing on the walls and up the twisting stairs of the towers. One fond memory is one of my friends being dared to walk across the grille covering the well (quite deep, but almost empty) and getting her foot stuck. We had to take her shoe off and almost dropped it down the well! I also remember buying dandelion and burdock pop from the little shop, and making sure we returned the empty bottles to collect our deposits! And I remember the stories about the castle being haunted but never saw anything myself.
Staffordshire memories
Holiday in Rolleston
My mother was taken from Tamworth to Rolleston by her Grannie (nee Maria Pegg) for a holiday in a cottage. My mother remembers that the man in the cottage was a brewery worker. He used to bring black stuff like sweets for them to eat. Mum would have been 7 or 8 as she wrote a letter to her mum. We don't know who this man was but could have been a brother.
Smithy House
1969, I visited my great aunt Vi and great uncle Frank at the Smithy House. His anvil is in the center of town. Frank Topley, the last village blacksmith.
St MICHAEL AND ALL ANGELS' CHURCH OF ENGLAND SCHOOL
I would love to hear of anyone who went to Tatenhill school around the late 1940 into the 1950s. It was such a magical time with Miss Read our teacher who inspired us and fired our imagination. I was born in Tatenhill and the hills and fields were our playground. I now live in Devon, so rarely visit Tatenhill. I remember 1947 when Tatenhill was totally cut off due to the heavy snow that year. We all had sledges and Battlestead Hill was the place we all went. I was only 4 years old at the time. I have lunched at The Horseshoe Inn this last year and foud it hard to recall how it was, when my dad used to take me for Dandelion and Burdock pop. There seem to be lots of smart new houses there now. However I was pleased to see it hadn't been over developed as yet. I have so many special memories of the village and am trying to write some of it down. I would love to... Read more
Tatenhill School 1960-1967
Tatenhill was just about cut off and we walked to school, we did not take the Midland red 815 bus. It was deemed too dangerous so we walked from the Acorn. I have brilliant memories of sitting in front of the fire and moving our desks around the room to keep warm. I do not remember the cocoa but I do remember Miss Read's sister and small bottles of school milk. And Miss Read's dog was called Happy about 1965. By John Stanley
Walking With my Dad
I was 5 years old when I remembered my Dad taking me for a walk through Stapehill Gardens. I always remember the large swan with the flowers around it. I often go back and have a photo taken of the swan, it's a beautiful scene and I shall visit the swan again this year.
Early Memories
I remember the swan, we lived in Burton from 1953-1957 then moved to Hampshire. I remember the gardens at Stapenhill, crossing the bridge into town, the steam trains and level crossings in the middle of town, the river and the bath house near the bridge. I also recall the whole town waiting on the bridge to see the queen go by en route to Repton School. We lived on Scapcliffe Road near the top of the hill and the water tower. I would wander off to the fields and farm alongside the water tower, aged three... to visit the cows.There was a post box, near where we lived, across the road and I would take a stool to stand on, to post the mail. My dad was a lecturer at the college and I used to go into work with him, on Saturday mornings, on his bike. He made a saddle for me to sit on his racing bike. When the queen vistited Burton I remember being on the bridge... Read more
