Hi Astoness,
We lived in New John St West and my older sister went to St Georges and I vividly remember what a treat it was to be taken by my Mom to wait in, what I presume were, the grounds until it was time for my sister to come out of school. As I remember it there was a circular gravel path which I used to zoom around on, on my scooter.
After going too quickly I came a real cropper, landing on knees and elbows; to this day I've still got three black lines on my right elbow which contain dirt or gravel from the path and a nice dent on my knee where I tore a chunk of flesh out.
I expect that nowadays I'd have been taken to hospital but then it was a good wash in running water, some Dettol and a plaster for my knee; my Mom reckoned I didn't need anything for my elbow after she'd washed it, she was dead right too.
Strangely enough I went to Elkington Street, maybe because it was a bit closer and my sister was just about to leave St George's to go to Aston manor; don't know why she never went to Summer Lane with my cousin Gill. It all became a bit immaterial though when we were moved out to Kingshurst in 1958; I hated the place, too quite and living in a flat meant that you hardly ever saw anyone, certainly not the rest of our family who were all moved elsewhere. We never did settle and after a year left to go and live with my Gran in Great Barr.
Great to see the pictures once more, brought back some happy memories.