Stitcher a lot of your picture posts I have been unable to see due to the hack but the ones I can see I really enjoy. I remember Brum partly from the Fifties when my parents brought me up from Dorset to see my Step-sister, we arrived at Snow Hill Station and I loved the whole thing the sounds, the steam and the people rushing around.
My recollections of Broad Street when I walked down it from Five Ways to the BBC are still fairly clear, even to looking in the magic shop window and then going in and buying a thing you put in your mouth that let you throw your voice. Suffice to say it didn't work all I got were squeaks an funny burbling sounds. I even remember the day the whole area was over taken by a massive swarm of flying ants.
I went into a shop in St Martins Street and bought a penny orange ice lolly, the taste was something new, I'd never had a lolly that tasted so much of orange, the taste seemed to explode in my mouth.
These days the shops wouldn't be able to make them due to public health. And a small boy wandering down Broad Street on his own would have the Police and Social Services racing to the scene
I used to walk over to the offices of a shipping company close to the corner of Calthorpe Road and Islington Row and stare the model ship in the window.
Then came the Sixties when I moved to Brum, no train, this time I traveled using my thumb and got dropped at Stonebridge roundabout from where I walked to Maypole.
I found a bedsit in Showell Green Lane and got a job at Laughton & Sons, remember Twinco picnic wear or Straton compacts ?