Market Drayton, Newport Road 1898
Photo ref:
42198
Photo ref:
42198
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Local histories describe Robert Clive as a young tearaway, and stories of him abound. He ran a protection racket, for example, and with his young gang of hooligans dammed a stream through the town so that it flooded the shop of a butcher who would not pay him protection money - or so the story goes!
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A Selection of Memories from Market Drayton
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Market Drayton
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This once sleepy hamlet was first home to me,
a better place for childhood there could not be.
Little Drayton church and it`s `olde` Sunday school.
fishing excursions with Uncle to Buntingsdale pool,
Dalelands West; lucky dipbags, Reardon`s supplies,
Monday morning washdays, roller skates, blue skies.
With my `Dan Dare interplanetary telecommunications set,
boyhood dreams of space missions ...see more
My father, William Tom Stallard, was manager here 1946 to 1958.He was previously manager at the Btooklands Hotel, Sale, Manchester 1937 (?) to 1941.~ The youngest in the company.
He married in 1938.
He enlisted in the RASC as a Captain in 1941.
I am his eldest son, born 1941.
The family managed various hotels when their managers were on holiday.
i.e.'The Swan' at Leighton Buzzard. The Fox ...see more
1964 - Mortimer Road, Buntingsdale Park, Market Drayton.
I lived briefly in Mortimer Road as a toddler with my parents and older brother. My father was a Flight Lieutenant stationed at RAF Tern Hill from sometime between late 1962 or 1963. On March 25th, 1964, he was instructing a trainee helicopter pilot. One of the helicopter's rotor blades failed and it crashed to the ground killing my ...see more
My father worked in the officers mess at Buntingsdale and every Christmas they used to hold a Christmas party for the workers children..They were great parties and I have good memories of Buntingsdale lake and woods as I used to go from Dalelands West and go fishing in the lake.. they were good days .
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