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Nostalgic memories of Uley'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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Raglan Way
I remember the houses being built in Raglan Way, during the 1950s. With some friends I recall that we walked along the soil pipes, which had been laid at the bottom of trenches, probably that morning. We obviously broke the cement joints, as when we looked into the trenches the following day, "blue" coloured water was everywhere! That was a bit naughty on our part and of course the drains had to be re-laid.
Uley, Raglan Way c1960
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Added 31 August 2010

Uley, The Street
When I spent my holidays in Uley during the mid 1950s, open drains ran at the edge of the street, for dirty water (not sewage) draining from the houses adjoining the road! I recall the Post Office, Mr Phillp's grocery store (by the bus stop) and Bruton's Garage, at the junction with South Street. Ken Cook
Uley, the Street c1965
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Added 28 October 2008

My First Fish!
With a borrowed rod, I caught my first fish in Stouts Hill Pond. The fish took my hook quite deeply and after dis-gorging the hook, we assumed that the fish was dead and my friend Reg Thomas took the fish home to Dursley to feed it to the family cat! On arriving home, Reg discovered that the fish was still alive and while it swam around in a fish tank for a few days, it did eventually die. Sad. Ken Cook
Uley, Stouts Hill Pond c1955
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Added 23 October 2008

Tilley Family In Uley
My great gran lived in Woodstock Cottage which was built by her husband. Her name was Emily Eliza Baker and she married a Albert John Tilley. They had 2 children, Edith Mary (my gran) and Daisy Helen. Edith married a Thomas Charles Yeomans and Daisy married a Samuel Workman. I am very interested in my family tree which goes back to 1752. A Joseph Tilley born in 1752 in Uley who married a Elizabeth Osborne from ...see more
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Added 07 November 2007

My Family From Uley A Long Time Ago
I visited Uley last year because I am finding out about my family history and I found out that my Gt Gt Grandmother was born in Uley in the year 1833 so it is a long time ago. Her name was Hannah Heath and she worked in the cloth mill but I found that when the work ran out she moved to Bristol, married and had 8 children among which was my Grandad. I spent an enjoyable time going round St Giles' ...see more
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Added 16 July 2007

Holidays In Uley
My Uncle Gus and Aunt May lived in South Street and I spent a number of holidays with them at Easter and during  the Summer for 2 or 3 years in the early 50's. I loved climbing up to the Bury with my Aunt's nephews, Tony and Reg, where we spent many hours, often cutting sticks for bows and arrows. We also played in the brook which ran at the bottom of the field at the back of my Uncle and Aunt's garden. There was an ...see more
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Added 28 July 2006