Just stumbled across this post - and this forum. I lived in Brays Road from 1954 to 1962. First 8 years of my life. I remember The Baggies, the rope swing, Singleton's shop etc. Major nostalgia.
I lived in Barrows Lane for the first 20 years of my life from 1947 until I got married. We had a lane alongside our house that led into Wilclare Road. Down this lane used to be the village post office. When it closed it was possible to get into the Willmott Breedon sports ground at the back of it. There was a cricket pavillion - I remember hearing the sound of people shouting "How's that" and cheering the cricketers from our back garden and going down to watch when I got older.
On the other side of the lane was a huge house with fruit trees in the back garden. It was pulled down some years ago and new apartments built. Before I started school I used to play out on my tricycle with the little lads that lived in the prefabs on the other side of the big house. We were all too young for school. I remember Stephen, Peter, Paul and also Billy who lived up the road the other way. I had a sandpit in my garden, but we all loved making mud pies with old cups in Stephen's back garden.
Where are you now lads? Does anyone remember the huge house that I think was on the corner of either Wilclare Rd or Brays Road - and the miniature train that used to go around the garden with the owner sitting on it? We used to peep through the hedging at it.
I remember Singletons. Also at the top of Garretts Green Lane there was a grocery shop called Perks? I think this was before or after the shop was called Favours?
Anyone remember the GPO sports ground in Wilclare Road - we loved the annual fair they had there - in the days when you could win a goldfish.
I used to enjoy riding my scooter down Wilclare Road, as it was on a hill.
I remember Wells Green precinct being built, and going to the Sheldon Picture House from an early age.
My parents moved into our house in 1937, so just before the war. The barracks down the road had "ack ack" guns which they fired during air raids. When Coventry was bombed my mum emerged from their air raid shelter thinking their house would be flat. But it wasn't.
My brother who was eleven years older than me, would go round the garden with a seaside bucket picking up shrapnel that had landed in the garden.