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My husband's great aunt and great uncle were sent to Nova Scotia 'for their own good'. Jimmy, who became a persistent runaway, drowned trying to cross a river to reach a port to take him home. Surprisingly, I worked out of the St Luke's/Middlemore home building. I had always wondered why it was...

Joseph Worsey, b 1805 steerer/boatman of Toll End Tipton. (His mother married Edward Fellows later of Fellows, Moreton and Clayton fame.) His son Peter was a steerer, colliery contractor and boat maker employing two men at Bagots Bridge Cottage,Tipton. Other Worseys went on to buy up property at...

Strangely enough, I worked at St Luke's in an education department based in the building without knowing its history. The Middlemore Emigrating Home for Waifs and Strays. I wondered at the weirdness of the lay out of the offices. Mine was up the stairs from the main door in a small room with a...

No idea of the number. My husband remembers walking from the bus stop over the New Bond St cobbles to meet his dad from work.

Lew gave up shoe repairing in the very early 60s. There was a Mitchells and Butlers pub 'The Dolphin' at the corner of New Bond Street and the Cov Rd. Other side of the road maybe?

I remember going to town down the Cov Road on buses such as these...

A shoe repairer, a hairdresser, a spot/arc welder and supplierof equipment as well as a butcher trading cheek-by-jowl.

My father-in-law Lew Powis (# 'L for Leather') had this business on the corner of New Bond Street post WW2 which has now been swallowed up by a traffic island and a Dunelm store. But the cobbles are still visible if you walk a little way up off the main road. He also had a small outlet at...

I remember the upstairs of St Ben's being the art school. I was at the junior school between '61 and '65.

Hi... I was at St Ben's Infant and Junior from 1959 until 1965. Head of Infants was Miss Quinn. Lovely lady I remember. I went to her office every Friday for extra reading as I was that most hateful of children - a clever clogs. I could choose a sweet out of the jar she kept in her stockroom. My...