We wre great at recycling then.Pop milk and beer bottles as well we didn't need wheelie bins . Now alot of people cannot even get past the roadside with their rubibsh.
Taking your empty glass bottles back to the Corona delivery van and getting a couple of pennies back.
Playing kerby in the street before cars completely took over.
Putting a couple of pegs and playing cards on the rear forks of your bike which caught on the spokes to make a very loud noise.
How bloody exciting
Ah, ok. Cheers. Didn't realise there was one there too. My dad was at Birdingbury Camp not far away for a while just post-war. Heinz Kittendorf was our milkman too!
Yes, Heinz was at Birdingbury Camp (called Birdingbury for some strange reason, but was in Frankton parish on the edge of Dunsmore going down from Frankton village towards Birdingbury Station - which was ALSO in Frankton parish. Bonkers). It was, as you say, a POW camp during the war, and then a displaced persons camp after it, before becoming general temporary accomodation and then closing in the sixties.
Obviously, I make the same mistake as Houch. As far as I knew, if you turned left out of Vecqueray St, it was Gosford St, turn right out of Vecqueray St it was Far Gosford St. My first school was on the corner (All Saints) with Brandishes car showroom opposite.No, you're mistaken Houch. Far Gosford Street begins where the river passes under the road where a gate in the city wall used to be. Gosford Street ends where Astley's warehouse begins.
Ours was to the Alpine man, but the others remember just as well. Plus playing marbles in the drain coversTaking your empty glass bottles back to the Corona delivery van and getting a couple of pennies back.
Playing kerby in the street before cars completely took over.
Putting a couple of pegs and playing cards on the rear forks of your bike which caught on the spokes to make a very loud noise.
How bloody exciting
It was busy in Pool Meadow at the start of Cov Fortnight as well!
Yep, bull week. That’s what paid for our weeks holiday when I was a kid.Remember doing all the overtime available in "bull week"?
So I consulted my copy of the Stretton Millenium History book (as you do!) and you're in it, indirectly!
Used to ride my motorcycle down Frankton Lane morning and night on my commute, then over Knob Hill, picking up my Motorcycle News at the newsagents in the centre of Stretton on a Wednesday morning.
No, left in the late seventies when I got wed to my first dragon, and bought a house in Southam.
There's a geezer on his moulton.Hogarth department store and gas showroom circa 1962:
Roads look like they're in better shape although I see there's an excellent repair to a trench there.
Wish the worker who repaired that bit of road would have a look at the peice of road on Walsgrave triangle r/o where you head for Ansty and sort that out.
He could've ski'd down there past the old quarry. That hill was a bstrd to cycle up though. Did it thousands of times.
Back again He probably went on his arse a few time in the snow.We used to bike up that hill to have a drink at the Dun Cow.How we never done ourselves a serious injury coming home the number of tlmes we didn't stay on the tarmac .Same lane on the 584 one Saturday when we lived at Wolston with my Grandmother (she was 85 at the time ) it went in the ditch on the flat after the hill tree saved us from rolling into a field.Got us all out the emerency door.Still see my grandmother laughting her head off as they streched up to lift her down
Remember when Rootes used to dump loads of stuff in the quarry? Some of the kit that me and my cousin retrieved was beyond belief.
Yes. Used to watch them fly over Frankton. Loved it.
Local Yardies!Here's a few of yous hanging around the entrance to Willenhall Precinct...
This is a line from a King Crimson song, surely?
- To the man selling his cockles & muscles in the workingman clubs
