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Hello Mikegee, thanks a million that's the place. I don't know if it's important from a historical perspective, but the entry to the coal yard facing towards Queen's Road on the left is the house I was born and grew up in, number 28, telephone East o466, the house on the right my granny lived...

Mikegee, my Dad's coal yard had a high wall at the back and right behind it was Queens Road and Atkinson's Brewery. Your map didn't show Gladstone Street where I was born in 1933. Number 28. Regards, David.

I've just found the photograph of the brewery. We lived in the next street, Gladstone, and during a bombing raid a bomb came into the Anderson Shelter. Mom picked it up and threw it outside over the sand bags but the fumes got us so she then threw us out after the bomb. We then went to the...

Hello Brenda I've got my spies out about your church but I can't remember it. My mother and father were married in Aston Church and six of us kids were Christened there in the twenties and thirties. Somewhere in the back of my mind there is a church you speak of, but it was rather nonedescript...

Thanks David, even the parrots down the paddock laughed at that one, and my dog shook her head in amazement. The humour is still firing on all cylinders though so don't worry about the hand writing. Regards, David.

I'm not sure if this is relevent but Mum took me to Vicarage Road School for my first day of school and Miss Becket, the headmistress, said, 'My he does have a lot of pimples Mrs Weaver'. 'Yes', said I, 'And so have you, but yours have got whiskers on'. Mum never got over that one and just...

Long legged Italy kicked little Scicily right in the middle of Spain was the only one I remember. That doesn't surprise me though. Regards, David.

There used to be a woodwork teacher of mine who will go down in the annals of history. He'd throw a lump of wood at you no problems and always referred to me as the worst student in England. I was a 'Slovin' according to him. I received an email some weeks back from an old student of his and...

Does anyone remember the year the lion escaped from the circus at The Onion Fair next to Aston Church? Mum used to tell me about it so it would have been before the nineteen thirties or thereabouts. Thanks, David Weaver.

My sister is a Mrs Yates, she married Freddy who had a sister Joan, also Doreen and brother Albert. Ring any bells? Regards, David.

Hello Wendy, I know a Yates family from Four Oaks if that's any help to you. Regards, david.

Thanks Mohawk I remember the time you you used the sticker, the faceless one's used to put our rates up. Love your work, regards, David.

Jean/Dek I always understood that Henry the 8th handed the park over to Bishop Vesey and he directed that the population could indeed let their animals browse. They had to be removed once a year for marking though. Mind you, as my history was very limited I could be a thousand percent wrong. My...

I think you're right Dek, Granddad Weaver reckoned he'd had permission from Bishop Vesey, and for years I believed him. That's where it came from though, according to to legend. Regards, David.

In the 1930's my grandfather used to put his cows in the park, he lived at the bottom of Clarence Road Four Oaks. A couple of times a year dad used to drive me around to find out where they were and seeing those photos brought a smile to an old face. Thanks. David Weaver.

Re: Help find Billy Freer The Freer family I knew were products of England in the 30's. They were tough, kind, gentle and full of fun. I loved them dearly and still feel the pain when four of them were killed in the bombing of Aston. I still remember, most vividly, the father standing in my...

This is so very beautiful, Reg, hang in there Son and recount all the moments you shared together. Kindest thoughts, David.

Hello Bernard just wondering if you're getting on with your life OK. I've been thinking about you for a while now so give us a wave and let me know how you are. Kind regards, David, just an Aston lad.

My lovely old granny is buried at Witton Cemetary. She used to sing to us down the air raid shelter and stuff our faces with toffee apples as the bombs dropped. Thanks for awakening old memories. Also the park looks as I remember it. Kind regards, David.

Hello Lucy, from an old bloke in Australia. There was no need to make up stories on the night you mentioned because I remember it well. I had my head stuck in a bedstead and couldn't go down the Anderson shelter. Dad sat with me until a land mine landed by parachute which either shrunk my noggin...