I think that this images is earlier, quite certain that the changing rooms were a brick/concrete structure in the early 70's. It also looks like the image had been flipped, possibly a scanned slide done back to front.
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I think that this images is earlier, quite certain that the changing rooms were a brick/concrete structure in the early 70's. It also looks like the image had been flipped, possibly a scanned slide done back to front.
Pedrocut
Master Barmmie
Yes it looks like the slide has been scanned the wrong way round. The pool as I remember would be on your rhs when approaching that wall!
Bob Davis
Bob Davis
Many thanks, years since I have been in the park, but I had a feeling that the last time I entered it, since 2000 it was not possible to drive across. I went in at Boldmere gate. In my youth to school at BVGS, going by bike from New Oscott, it was in at Boldmere and out at Town Gate, interesting drive particularly the sun, lunchtime yesterday at Westward Ho!, we had hail!!! Luckily it was while we were eating lunch in the Waterfront. So what was your route?
Bob Davis
Dave M
Pheasey Born Bumper
Bob think it will be aways you are not able to drive across the park, Video 1 Streetly Gate to near the Jamboree Stone, 2 Fours Oak Gate to Bracebridge Pool, 3 car park near Bracebridge Pool to Hartopp Gate, pics in the area of LIttle Bracebridge Pool, then at Wyndley Pool
Bob Davis
Bob Davis
oldMohawk
gone but not forgotten
The first pic from long ago of horse riders on the Chester Road near the Sutton Park Banners Gate. When I was a young lad and we had to pay to go in the park and I think a park ranger lived in the house next to the gate. The second pic shows the scene today and the house is still there.
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Bob Davis
Bob Davis
Another fine pair of pictures. You are correct there was a'Parkie' lived in the gatehouse - green uniform with a peaked hat like a Birmingham tra m driver or bus inspector. They were strictly employed to ensure that'Brummies' paid and the locals got in free. We lived in a boundary road, born Sutton side moved over, but just muttered resident as we went In and watched the others have to pay. Later when I went to BVGS, I did not have to pay anyway. I know all the main gates, Boldmere, Wyndley, Town, ,Banners Gate , Streetly and Four Oaks had Parkeepers, but. There were smaller gates mainly Four Oaks and Streetly side where there was no keeper. Anyone out there got a better memory than me? One small point off topic, what a brilliant recovery system the forum is, as I lay around all day with my braced and plastered leg and thigh, I thank you all for your contributions, better than daytime TV. Four days to plaster off and airboot on ......roll on and then back to work, sorry to digress but once again thanks to you all.
Bob
Bob Davis
Bob Davis
Can anyone blow up the blazer badge? Is it bishops mitre from BVGS
Bob
Hi Bob and oldmowhawk
firstly mow, nice pics and memories of sutton park when i was a little whipper snapper of a lad
and our mom and dad and his sister our aunti maud had taken us all along with neibouring frieds
in the terace of cromwell terrace of lichfield road aston we was all little kids
my friend collin and the jarreett brothers and pete sharpe
and we got the tram down to aston station and we got the train to sutton park, a cracking day out
hot and sunny, they took us on the little motor boats and a run around on a model train around the park
which we all sat on having a laugh, yes bob its birmingham country side to us kids
then a bout six months later collin gasin my friend, and myself planned that we should go to sutton park on our own
so we planned a wek end of sunday day morning so we asked our mothers for afew pennies
so sunday came and we walked down lichfield road to the station and got the train
during the time we planned the trip my mother was pregnant and off to hospital she went
which left our old dad to look after us and during that week i was in badly need of shoes
so the old man took me down to aston cross and bought me a brandnew pair of sandles light browm ones
this was the day saturday before sunday our planned trip we told no one we just went
yes bob. when we got to the parkies hut on the gate we had to pay a penny there was other people
gathering around the hut with kiddies we was waklking on pass them the parkie beggoned us back for the entrance fee
we payed him and of we went walking into the deepest part of the park we was loking for the boats
but we got our selves lostand we was in a very close wooded area of bushes and trees
and must to our horror we was in the bogged area away from people
As we was trying find a clearing i went into a very deep bog with both feet in it and i was stating to try and get out
but i could not get my feet out togetheri called colin he was pulling me out the best he could
but during the struggle one of my new sandles came off my foot and sank, i lost it in the bog
after getting out i said we had get back home i said what can i tell my dad didnt knowwhat to tell him
but any way we came out of the park and walking down these lanes of posh houses with one sandle of a shoe on
to get back to the train station in sutton people on the platform was staring at me and collin
got on the train and off at lichfield rd and walked bak home,
when i got to the house the old man had my younger brothers there tea, and he was siting opersite the door
i thought this is it for me get a whacking
so i looked across at him and he said get your tea as i walked to the table ,i thought he as not seen my shoe missing
but in fact he did he waited for me to start eating my meal
he then said to me , Alan,hows those new sandles i bought yester day i said mine dad
and he said where are they i said under the table dad , i thought this is it now, he said pass me them
i only picked up the one to show him, and emediately he said where is the other one
i stared at him and he said you aint got it dad why not he said i explained that me and colin went to sutton park
and i lost it in the park , he went barmy he gave me a slap and said finish your tea and you are grounded for aweek
you aint playing out when you come from school this period is 1953/ 4 and that was the only last time i have ever been to sutton park
never again in my life its a memory that will i always remember when people mention sutton park
thanks lads for the memory ,, Alan,,, Astonian,,,,
firstly mow, nice pics and memories of sutton park when i was a little whipper snapper of a lad
and our mom and dad and his sister our aunti maud had taken us all along with neibouring frieds
in the terace of cromwell terrace of lichfield road aston we was all little kids
my friend collin and the jarreett brothers and pete sharpe
and we got the tram down to aston station and we got the train to sutton park, a cracking day out
hot and sunny, they took us on the little motor boats and a run around on a model train around the park
which we all sat on having a laugh, yes bob its birmingham country side to us kids
then a bout six months later collin gasin my friend, and myself planned that we should go to sutton park on our own
so we planned a wek end of sunday day morning so we asked our mothers for afew pennies
so sunday came and we walked down lichfield road to the station and got the train
during the time we planned the trip my mother was pregnant and off to hospital she went
which left our old dad to look after us and during that week i was in badly need of shoes
so the old man took me down to aston cross and bought me a brandnew pair of sandles light browm ones
this was the day saturday before sunday our planned trip we told no one we just went
yes bob. when we got to the parkies hut on the gate we had to pay a penny there was other people
gathering around the hut with kiddies we was waklking on pass them the parkie beggoned us back for the entrance fee
we payed him and of we went walking into the deepest part of the park we was loking for the boats
but we got our selves lostand we was in a very close wooded area of bushes and trees
and must to our horror we was in the bogged area away from people
As we was trying find a clearing i went into a very deep bog with both feet in it and i was stating to try and get out
but i could not get my feet out togetheri called colin he was pulling me out the best he could
but during the struggle one of my new sandles came off my foot and sank, i lost it in the bog
after getting out i said we had get back home i said what can i tell my dad didnt knowwhat to tell him
but any way we came out of the park and walking down these lanes of posh houses with one sandle of a shoe on
to get back to the train station in sutton people on the platform was staring at me and collin
got on the train and off at lichfield rd and walked bak home,
when i got to the house the old man had my younger brothers there tea, and he was siting opersite the door
i thought this is it for me get a whacking
so i looked across at him and he said get your tea as i walked to the table ,i thought he as not seen my shoe missing
but in fact he did he waited for me to start eating my meal
he then said to me , Alan,hows those new sandles i bought yester day i said mine dad
and he said where are they i said under the table dad , i thought this is it now, he said pass me them
i only picked up the one to show him, and emediately he said where is the other one
i stared at him and he said you aint got it dad why not he said i explained that me and colin went to sutton park
and i lost it in the park , he went barmy he gave me a slap and said finish your tea and you are grounded for aweek
you aint playing out when you come from school this period is 1953/ 4 and that was the only last time i have ever been to sutton park
never again in my life its a memory that will i always remember when people mention sutton park
thanks lads for the memory ,, Alan,,, Astonian,,,,
Eric Gibson
master brummie
I remember this I think it was almost rained off:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9th_World_Scout_Jamboree
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9th_World_Scout_Jamboree
oldMohawk
gone but not forgotten
A sunny day in 1938 at Keepers Pool in Sutton Park. Rustic style wooden diving boards, and a raft in the middle of the pool which good swimmers could swim out to. A nice shallow pool for the children and a lido swimming pool out of shot to the right. Two years later most of the children in this happy pic would become familiar with spending nights in air raid shelters.
Eric Gibson
master brummie
That reminded me of the blistered hands from winding those paddles.
Radiorails
master brummie
In 1950 - a lovely summer - we holidayed at near Bowleaze Cove, Weymouth. Not wishing to trail behind the family, particularly wandering around the streets and shops of Weymouth, I managed to get a small job hiring out floats for the beach store owner. It was financially rewarding, especially for a schoolboy, plus the added advantage was that when a float was not hired I got the use of it until a hirer wanted it. It was my first working holiday and one of the best. 
Lady Penelope
master brummie
I've been passed Keeper's pool and Blackroot pool today. My, how they've changed! No sign of the lido where I went, later took my children and later still my grandchildren. All gone up in smoke. Just the 'sunbathing bank' where we picnicked with the occasional heron fishing. Blackroot has been partially drained to enable them to reinforce the dam. We've had to extend our walk a little while the dam is closed. I am a reluctant walker and get dragged round by my far fitter cousin with the promise of a coffee at the bistro.
Lady Penelope
master brummie
The last time I remember people on Blackroot would have been in the mid 1970's (can't remember exact date).
Lady Penelope
master brummie
oldMohawk, just noticed your post showing Banners Gate. I recently did some family history research for my son-in-law and it showed that there was a farm where St Columba's church is now which was part of Princess Alice Orphanage. A great uncle had been sent there together with his brother as their mother had been widowed whilst they were still young. She couldn't cope (or feed I expect) all the children and I think the girls were old enough to work. This would have been at the beginning of the 1900's.
oldMohawk
gone but not forgotten
I never skated on Blackroot but skated often on Wyndley and notice I had posted earlier #698 about falling through the ice ...
