I spent part of my childhood in Bordesley Green and these are some memories:
In the mid 1950s, for a couple of years my parents owned a little 'front room' shop at 66 Palace Road, Bordesley Green (opposite a WW2 bombsite where two houses had been destroyed during an air raid), and I attended Somerville Road Junior School while we lived there.
Me and my mates used to play on the bomb site, and the people whose houses stood each side of it were always shouting at us to "Clear off!". On one side I remember a Mr & Mrs Harris. Mr Harris once cuffed me round the ear for being the cheeky gang leader of the kids that played there, so my dad crossed the road to pay him a visit and threatened to cuff him if he ".. ever laid hands on my child again!" I thought my dad was a hero until he came back and clipped me another one for causing trouble! I also remember the old lady on the other side of the bombsite was always moaning about us to anyone on the street who would listen. I think she was called "Old ma Davenport". One day we dropped a stink bomb through her front door letter box for revenge. That caused quite another telling off from our parents but I seem to remember they were quite amused by it themselves.
I used to pass a dark and mysterious "Herbalist's" shop on my walk to the school (either on Muntz Street or Charles Road, I think), where I would buy sticks of arrowroot to chew. Rumour had it that women and girls got 'backstreet' abortions there!
My only memory of the school is the playground, where we used to lean flattened "20s" cigarette packets up against the bottom brick of the classroom wall, then stand back a few feet to "skim" flattened "10s" at them. Whoever knocked the final 20 over won it and all the previously skimmed packets lying on the ground round it. Great game, that I was quite good at, but it meant carrying dozens of cigarette packets in my satchell and constantly scrounging for elastic bands to hold them together with. I became a bit of a collector of cigarette packets and still have an old bank ledger book with a a couple of hundred rare packets glued into it!
Another strong memory I have is of standing with a mate on the corner of Bordesley Green and Victoria Street each year in the run up to November 5th, displaying a home made Guy Fawkes effigy and shouting "Penny for the Guy". It was a busy crossroads and I recall we did rather well.
As a youngster I found Bordesley Green a place of hard knocks where hard-up people lived. I remember there were some maisonettes (we referred to them as "the flats") along our road where some very poor people with lots of babies seemed to live. Whitehall Road, the next street that ran parallel to Palace Road, was like another tribal territory that those of us who lived on Palace Road dare not enter. Some older kids from a poor but tough family who lived on Whitehall Road once stole a rather nice trolley of mine that a welder uncle had made for me. It took several months to get it back, and only then after the grown-ups ventured gingerly round there for 'negotiations'.
My family moved from Bordesley Green to Franklin Road, Cotteridge - where I discovered quite a different kind of 'Birmingham'. But that's another story ..