11th May 2018
A. Seers, Essington Street, 1964
Essington Street, 1962
16th October 2011
This photograph shows Johnson's, Family Butchers on the corner of Essington Street and Ryland Street
3 July 1962
White’s Garage, Essington Street - July 1965
|Memories of Barry Bevington|
am 66 now, I lived in Essington Street in about 1947 to 50.
We lived in a 2up 2down, back to back house in a yard off the street. It had gas lighting and who remembers those mantels one touch! New one needed, black hob constant need of blacking, cooking stove in the corner of the living room, big brown crock sink in the scullery area with cold water tap which sometimes froze.
remember ice on the inside of the bedroom window, where we 3
brothers slept, 2 at first then 3, mom and dad with the new baby in the
back room. I went to St. Barnabas School; first the infants then
across the road to the juniors with its sloping blue brick play
ground. I remember the harvest festival in the church, my mom sent me with
a contribution it was a lump of coal.
day I some people came to the school, I assume must have been
social workers, who asked the children "who was wearing the only
pair of shoes they had?” so I put my hand up, gave my name, never
thought any more about it, mistake!
the man from the Daily Mail came with a pair of boots with hob nails,
did I get it when he had gone "disgrace to our family and all the
school will think we’re hard up" the fact that nearly every
body was didn’t matter, our family could not be thought to be.
Those boots were great to slide in the blue brick schoolyard and made
sparks the lads thought they were great.
can only recall a couple of names from St. Barnabas, Mrs Powell, I
think was head of infants, a couple of lads Kenny Nash and
Jimmy Ingram; girls I recall Pat Caldicott, Margaret Simmons
and Needle, they sat behind me in class, Jennifer Weaver always had
remember us at school going on the tram from Navigation Street to Manor
Farm we all had labels tied to us with our names on. How they kept
it organised I will never know!
we were there, my dad with a little help from me, probably more
hindrance, helped load some other peoples barrows, the lorries could not
get out to deliver.
said to John he hasn’t seen us, we step down this side road and let
him go past, big mistake. He had seen us, we had gone down a road to the
canal side, John’s first words when he brought me home after that it
was mainly monosyllable ringing ears and painful backsides. When
home no help off mom “7 and 6 year olds don’t go by canals or by
railways never mind how far out of my sight now get to bed out of
great thing about it was at the bottom of the garden was the main Birmingham
to Bristol line on a bank level with the rear bedroom window.
first we had to go to school by coach, but that’s another
A. Seers, Essington Street - September 1964
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