West Bromwich, The Memorial Gardens c.1965
Photo ref:
W237018
Photo ref:
W237018
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West Bromwich boasts a remarkable survivor, Oak House, a magnificent 16th-century manor house. By 1894 it had fallen into disrepair. It was purchased by Reuben Farley, who paid for its restoration and presented it to the town in 1898, together with four acres of land. That land was used for the gardens illustrated in this photograph.
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A Selection of Memories from West Bromwich
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 West Bromwich
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Myself and a few others from N. Wales stayed at the YMCA for a couple of years 1966 onwards. Some of us attended the Technical college just up the road. We were young apprentices working for Etchells forgin and fasteners in Darlaston.
Mr Scott was the manager at the time and drove a jaguar.
A cinema was next door ( ABC?) watched Finders Keepers (Cliff and the Shadows) and Family Way (Haley Mills)
The YMCA building ...see more
born 63 Hargate lane which is now gone and fire station there went to the Hargate chapel for Sunday school my father played bowls at the blood tub in Hargate lane
Does anyone remember the bread strike in 1978? I had just had my third child and went to queue outside Robinsons bakery; you were only allowed one loaf per person. The lady from the bakery came out and gave me a loaf so I didn't have to wait in the queue - felt a bit guilty about that but how about all those power cuts too? Oh... happy days.
Does anybody remember the Boad Inn canal side Golds Hill in the 1930s? I was born there in 1946 - it was no longer a pub then. I had many happy times there as a small boy, I had all the open fields to play in. On the canals I made rafts to sail on and Cashmores to explore in the old tanks...oh happy days, they were. My grandfather 'old Jock McDonald' was a well known face that everybody knew, he had fists ...see more
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