Clee Hill, c.1960
Photo ref:
C505039
Photo ref:
C505039
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In his 'A Shropshire Lad', the poet A E Housman opens with the words: 'From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain . . .' The high, windswept Clee Hills would have been an excellent place to light a beacon celebrating Victoria's jubilee, the occasion described in this poem.
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A Selection of Memories from Clee Hill
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 Clee Hill
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I lived at the police house on Tenbury Road from mid sixties until late seventies. My dad was the local policeman. I spent many happy hours playing down the woods off Knapp Lane . The woods were known as The Rough or Gorstley Rough. Always had the most amazing delicious stew on a Saturday cooked by Mrs Nellie Breakwell on her trusty rayburn. There were lime kilns in the woods badger sets and millions of primroses. It was ...see more
Hi, it looks like this house was set against the Corn Brook midway between Corn Brook bridge on the A4117 and Fairyglen which is downstream. The house is no longer there, but where it was, was a place called Enoch's Garden. We used to play around there when we were kids. My mother was born just below at the Poplars, and I was born at Lea Cottage on Furnace Lane. My mother's maiden name is Thomas, more local names would be the Cleetons, Prices, Turner and Edwards.
I lived in Cleehill in the early 1950s in a cottage in the middle of a field. And I do remember the very deep snow we had, and my father having to dig us out. We had a nanny goat which used to butt my father if he got to near her. We lived with my nan, Ada Bearcroft. They were happy days, and such a lovely place to have lived.
This was the cottage that my mum grew up in. She had to move to Wolverhampton in the 1930s because there was no work for girls on Clee Hill. I have wonderful memories of Clee Hill in the 1950s and 60s when we used to visit my gran and grandad, aunts, uncles and cousins. I can remember wild primroses, water cress growing wild in the stream, snow several feet deep, the derelict quarry, the journey from ...see more
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