Oakengates, Clock And Post Office 1900
Photo ref:
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Photo ref:
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Like Dawley, Oakengates sits on old coal mines and iron works, which have all now closed down. The workers in these industries were often very rough: the area was known for its drunken orgies, riotous wakes and blood sports - the last bull-baiting in the county took place here in 1833.
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A Selection of Memories from Oakengates
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 Oakengates
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On the left of the photo is the Crown. For many years, this was my local. A good combination of beers & ciders, great bar staff (John Ellis, the landlord, Rachel, Carol, Mel, Yvonne & Keith, the last three sadly died ) & regulars, also frequent live music nights, quizzes, beer festivals & brewery trips made it our 'go to' pub. It was a proper pub, no TV, games machines or jukebox. My ...see more
My father was born in Shropshire in 1919, his family name was Talbot changed by his father to Talbott because there were so many Talbot's and the mail was always sent to the wrong address. The family lived in or around Oakengates for many years until my father married and moved to Sheffield. I recall visiting the old family home at Christmas time each year. Proud of my heritage.
My memories are that my late mother and father had the public house The Crown Inn in Market Street, Norman and Elizabeth Rowe, I was eight years old. My sister got married at St.Georges Church in 1962, I was eleven and went to school at Wrockwardine Wood school and was girls only. We left when I was 13 years old and we moved Dawley Bank to another pub The Old Red Lion, and then finally to other pub The Royal Exchange, Burton Street.
Family legend has it that Grandad took a small party of friends for a pint or two in Oakengates. At the end of the evening for a lark he undid the traces and when they set off the horses went and the cart tipped up, to great hilarity.
I also remember Mrs Hitchen, at the end house a few houses up from Gran, who's address was 61 Stafford Road; she would be sitting on a stool wearing a sack apron ...see more
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