Nostalgic memories of Biddulph's local history
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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.
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The boy on the right at the front is my brother David Bailey.
I remember visiting here with my mother in the early 1950s. My Grandparents Herbert and Nellie Chappell managed the Hotel from around 1913 I think. Does anyone have information that would give me some dates for them ??
My late father, W Gary Bailey, and my grandfather, Master Builder W Lloyd Bailey (who built all of the houses on Brown Lees Road, Brown Lees ) were conducting maintenance work at the church, namely re-mortaring the exterior walls. My father noticed the mortar dropped through between 3 sandstone blocks at the rear of the chapel.
The ensuing discovery beneath the church was the fabled ...see more
I remember as a 4 year old, standing outside my late grandmother ( Annie Bailey's ) railway cottage, watching the steam engine pulling coal laden, wooden frame coal wagons past the Railway Cottages. The Driver and Fireman would both wave their cloth caps at me, as I stood and watched, fascinated !!!
The smell of the steam and coal was acrid, full of magic and atmosphere !!!
I remember in my summer hols helping an American/Canadian couple to move the gold coloured Budda and other things into their place, ready for the monks arrival. They used to grow all their own veg and herbs there and it was a big eye opener for a Biddulph lad of my age...... great memories.
My father was transferred from a North East Mining Community,to a beautiful place called Biddulph.While he worked hard in the pits,we enjoyed many long days playing in some of the most wonderful places of beauty; Biddulph Old Hall and The Chinese Gardens. The surrounding countryside was well explored by myself and two sisters and three brothers. We would walk for miles and take advantage of ...see more
I was born and bred in the (then village) of Biddulph, south of the hall. My closest memories of the Old Hall were the stories my mother related to me, especially about the incidence of the siege during the Civil War and the use of the cannon, Roaring Meg, which was sent for from Stafford to assist in the siege, and according to her was fired from Nick o' the Hill on Congleton edge.
Further to that as a school boy I ...see more
As a child I grew up close to Biddulph Old Hall and spent many hours playing around it and listening to stories of an old lady who was a neighbour and who had grown up at Biddulp Old Hall as the child of the Butler/Cook. She was very proud of this and spoke of a red chair in the shape of a triangle which was said to have dated back to the time of the Civil War and was reputedly given to the Biddulph family ...see more
We arrived in England on 15/12/1988. My hubby Stephen and I were to be married on 7th January 1989 in Biddulph. I was amazed at the size of Heathrow Airport and for the first time in my life, I saw an English taxi, the ones we only see in pictures in South Africa. Mom Ivy, Dad Roy and sister-in-law Helen fetched us at the airport. Once in Biddulph, I was astounded by the beautiful greenery, the friendly ...see more
In the 1970s I lived in the Old Vicarage and remember being able to view the church from the house. My fondest memories are a lovely gentleman named Tom who used to take me to the shop each week when (I think) he collected his pension. He would always buy me Smiths Salt and Shake crisps - and even to this day they remain my favourite.
