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Historic maps of Whittington and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Whittington maps
Whittington area books
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Memories of Whittington
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School Years
It's all gone now, there are now private houses and a park where the school stood. What a school it was. When I was there I knew all the teachers there. What good times I had there. Boo hoo, it's all gone.
Staffordshire memories
Nursery Lane Bridge
I think that the photograph was taken in 1965 as the photo shows me and my brother David Jones fishing from the bottom of the garden of 4 Nursery Lane. I was born in 1955 in Tamworth and we moved to Hopwas in April of 1961 when I was just 8 years old and my brother 5 years old. I think that I look about 12 in the photo? The bungalow was built in part of the house next door's garden which was owned by Len Harper. Mum was disabled and Dad, Leonard Jones, bought the land from the Harpers and had the shell of a bungalow built as she couldn't manage the stairs in our house in Tamworth. His brothers Bob and Peter Jones and brothers in law Harry Harper and George Collins were responsible for the plumbing and the electrics. My Aunt and Uncle, Myra and Harry Harper, lived at the end of the drive in 10 Nursery Lane and many a track was worn with the comings... Read more
The Harpers
I remember this view very well, though by 1965, I'd married and left the village. We lived at the top of Nursery Lane, No 37. My dad worked at the Nursery. I remember Ann's mum and their bungalow being built. I was a frequent visitor to Myra and Harry Harper's bungalow as their son, Alan, was a pal. Alan is now Archbishop of Armagh and Primate of the Church of Ireland. Quite a leap from Hopwas! I can remember Alan and I shopping on Saturday mornings for Anne's mum when she lived in Tamworth. If I recall correctly she'd had polio and was disabled for that reason.
I lived in the village from 1952 until 1964. My parents moved when my dad was forced by ill health to retire in 1973 and they moved to Twycross.
I also have strong memories of the village school and Miss Podmore. Miss Jackson was headmistress up until 1955 when I left and went on to the Grammar School in Tamworth.
Ivison's Florist's Shop in The Market Square
My parents had a florist's shop in Market square from 1932 -1962, I can see our Morris van parked on the square, with the Interflora logo & our name clearly shown. I was out in Egypt serving National Service when this photo was taken, but the cars & fashions pictured take me back to that era in sleepy Lichfield. The statue of Dr. Johnson is still in the square, but all the shops have changed & the square is just being resurfaced. I now still have a florist's shop in Bird Street Lichfield. Has anyone any more memories of Lichfield fifty years ago?
Friends in Lichfield
First of many visits to Lichfield which led to my affection with this city, that my fther had spent time in during his RAF days at Lichfield Drome in 1942. Many friends and contacts were made here.
A lovely place! There are many changes now in 2006.
John Yarnall, Rugeley.
Lichfield
Drifted past this page for a first time on a wet Saturday.
In the right hand side of this photo is the The Dolly Posh n Dandy coffee bar. Part clothing, part coke and coffee cafe - a well known hang out, smoking and meeting place for King Edwards and Friary pupils. Anybody else remember this short lived enterprise? Do any other photos exist?
I guess this dates this 1968/9 rather than 1965. Also what a ghastly piece of town centre planning (typical of Staffordshire in the 1960s) the shopping centre was/is - apparently the Victorian buildings that were replaced by this concrete nightmare were full of character and charm.
Foggy Beacon Park
When I was 5 yrs old I can vividly remeber getting lost in Beacon Park in a real pea souper with friends from the farm in the Sandford Street corner of the park and also remember digging old stone jars up from the brook that runs through the park!
