Nostalgic memories of Winson Green's local history

Share your own memories of Winson Green and read what others have said

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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i remember when the fair used to come to summerfield park oh how we used to love the noise and the lights and all the people it was really great. my freind jen and myself used to love the waltzers and i recall we were given some free goes the one year boy did we feel sick after going round and round for about six times ,great fun.it was a lovely park as i remember a green space in amongst all those houses and ...see more
I was born 1953 in Aston then moved to Heath St so really it would be late 50s to early 60s.
My mum grew up in Heath Street (5/275) and after marriage moved to South Sheffield. I used to go and stay with my nan and granddad in Winson Green and have very fond memories of staying with them. I remember walking down the red brick yard, where the houses were back to back and my nan and granddad lived at the far end of the row. There was a wash house with a big boiler in it and a row of lavatories - one ...see more
My mom, my brother and myself lived in Heath Street off Winson Green. I remember we had no hot water and no bathroom, so we had the tin bath in front of the fire. I remember the old washhouse where Monday was always washing day whatever the weather, many a time I had my fingers in the old mangle. When we got older Mom used to take us once a week to the public baths down Heath Street for a good scrub. We only had ...see more
I was born 21st august 1943 at 60 Bellefield Road, a house that is still standing, only a blue brick terraced house with a cold tap and an outside loo. This was quite posh because some people had to share their toilets with 2, 3 or even 4 families. Two doors away lived Nan and Grandad Parsons and across the road at 51 Cuthbert Road lived my aunt, uncle and cousin Alan Jones. Bellefield Road was on the ...see more