Thank you for bringing back memories of my childhood days. I remember as a child watching the
Thank you once again, memories are flooding back of the old Street where I lived, went to church at St. Chads.here is another one pauline dated 1959 bath st taken from gt charles st showing the crown pubView attachment 135815
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I have never lived in a house that did not have a garden and fronted the street. However, I do remember - and there are films and documentaries supporting this - that many of the women folk scrubbed their thresholds and doorsteps, polishing the brass if it was there. There was a saying in the past, about a houseproud and home loving woman, that "it is so clean that you could eat of the floor". I never saw it done, but I knew what it meant.lovely memories pauline...i was born in our nans back to back in aston...nan in one bedroom mom dad and my brother in the other...like most folk we didnt have a lot but what we did have was kept spotless..people had a lot of pride in those days even sweeping the pavements outside their houses...
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Thank you once again.A few more photos, one of the Cathedral, another of the Bishops house and the last I would guess was taken from Snow Hill during the demolitions and reorganisation.
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I remember the Bishops house on the corner of Weaman street and as a child I had to go there to take Mass requests when it was my father's anniversary. I would ring the bell and then the door opened and the housekeeper would let me into the hallway to wait for the priest. It always smelt of polish and I stood rooted to the spot incase my shoes left a dirty mark on the floor. The Bishops house was just along the street from where I lived.Thank you once again.
Thanks for posting those. It's the best picture of the Crown I've come across. As a child, I lived there for a time (late 50's/early 60's). My father was the landlord.
I'm looking at an A-Z around 1962 ish.hi anyone got pics of 32 Bath street rackett court thanks tom