Watson House 133 Birmingham Rd

A Memory of Sutton Coldfield.

I was at Watson House from 1951 to 1961 the people I remember are Howard Morely who went to Bishop Vesey grammar school Ormand weavers Carrol Family a keen sportsman and a good fighter he became a carpenter Micheal Gibson who went to Art College David Oldfield Lesley Pearman Leslly Barker who became a chef Bonita Lott Carol FamilyJose Meah Christine Dickinson good singer Meriel Dickinson her older sister girl guide and another sister whose name I can't remember Antonia Hales mad on horses all in Barry family with me Jane Murphy Kenneth Simms Barry Davies Defoe family David Carter good runner Sisters. Irene Bryan sister Marjorie Wakeford sister Mary Wonder what happened to all these people.... I'm 73 now I was 16 when I left Watson I remember my time there like it was yesterday My name ? John Mant Barry Family Sister Rose


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I too was at Watson House. 1953 -1959 approx. I was in Defoe House with my sister Gillian, David Miles, Barry Davis, Kenneth Sims, Karen and Mary LeSelleeur, Desmond and Raymond Tago and Mary Murphy I think ( a babe in arms). I remember Ormand Weavers very well he gave me a good hiding once. David Carter though not very tall was an extremely fast sprinter. I threw a dart just as lesley Barker walked in front of me and it stuck in his head. I went and visited Bonita and Alan Lott a couple of years after I left but don't know what happened to them since. I remember you and your sister Celia. A few others I remember are Barbara Coe, Valerie Buckley, Pauline and Desmond Dunkley and the two dogs Victor and Raq. Added by Richard Bentley
Couple more names just came to mind, Olive Price and the Chadwick brothers (Geoffrey and Alan maybe)
I lived on the Birmingham Road opp Beeches Walk. Every morning and every weekday afternoon children from Watson's used to troupe down to school and back. We had a white and tortoiseshell cat which we rescued from a dustbin, injured. At 8-45 he would wait on the garden wall for his admirers and be petted and stroked. One little lad carried him right up to our front door, rang the bell and asked if he could take him back to the home. And the scene would be repeated in the afternoons.

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