paul stacey
master brummie
Re: Bartley Green-schools-cutler Family
hi local history
Yes I lived in the last house in adams hill before romsey road, the dairy was across the road and behind it was waste ground, we moved from hasbury road in I think 1956, and lived there till 1959, when we moved to weoley castle. We arrived in bartley green in 1950 and I attended st michaels school (the old victorian one) next to the church I remember the tram terminus on adams hill and hudsons the papershop, in Jiggins lane. and the vicars name was mr gurney. I then attended the new st micheals school in field lane just before offmore road, The Dr's surgury was at the top of offmore Dr Judge. The local farmer was Mr bullock and we had a village fete every year on his land we also had great fun in his corn fields which went right down to the reservoir we went in summer every day to the blue bell woods, and squeezed through the bars of the reser to catch newts and stickel backs. In those far off post war days when milk and bread was delivered by horse and cart was the skys always blue in summer and it snowed every winter life was idealic not much money but good fun and friendship.
regards
paul
hi local history
Yes I lived in the last house in adams hill before romsey road, the dairy was across the road and behind it was waste ground, we moved from hasbury road in I think 1956, and lived there till 1959, when we moved to weoley castle. We arrived in bartley green in 1950 and I attended st michaels school (the old victorian one) next to the church I remember the tram terminus on adams hill and hudsons the papershop, in Jiggins lane. and the vicars name was mr gurney. I then attended the new st micheals school in field lane just before offmore road, The Dr's surgury was at the top of offmore Dr Judge. The local farmer was Mr bullock and we had a village fete every year on his land we also had great fun in his corn fields which went right down to the reservoir we went in summer every day to the blue bell woods, and squeezed through the bars of the reser to catch newts and stickel backs. In those far off post war days when milk and bread was delivered by horse and cart was the skys always blue in summer and it snowed every winter life was idealic not much money but good fun and friendship.
regards
paul