Market Drayton, Shropshire Street 1898
Photo ref:
42203
Photo ref:
42203
More about this scene
Shropshire towns have long had a reputation for their displays of hanging baskets and window boxes, a fashion that the rest of the country seems only recently to have followed. Notice the rusticated window boxes on the cottage here.
Add to Album
You must be signed in to save to an album
Sign inShare This Photo
Buy a Print
Unframed, Mounted, Framed and Canvas prints in a range of sizes and styles.
View Sizes & Prices
A Selection of Memories from Market Drayton
For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from Market Drayton
Sparked a Memory for you?
If this has sparked a memory, why not share it here?
This once sleepy hamlet was first home to me,
a better place for childhood there could not be.
Little Drayton church and it`s `olde` Sunday school.
fishing excursions with Uncle to Buntingsdale pool,
Dalelands West; lucky dipbags, Reardon`s supplies,
Monday morning washdays, roller skates, blue skies.
With my `Dan Dare interplanetary telecommunications set,
boyhood dreams of space missions were ...see more
My father, William Tom Stallard, was manager here 1946 to 1958.He was previously manager at the Btooklands Hotel, Sale, Manchester 1937 (?) to 1941.~ The youngest in the company.
He married in 1938.
He enlisted in the RASC as a Captain in 1941.
I am his eldest son, born 1941.
The family managed various hotels when their managers were on holiday.
i.e.'The Swan' at Leighton Buzzard. The Fox at ...see more
1964 - Mortimer Road, Buntingsdale Park, Market Drayton.
I lived briefly in Mortimer Road as a toddler with my parents and older brother. My father was a Flight Lieutenant stationed at RAF Tern Hill from sometime between late 1962 or 1963. On March 25th, 1964, he was instructing a trainee helicopter pilot. One of the helicopter's rotor blades failed and it crashed to the ground killing my ...see more
My father worked in the officers mess at Buntingsdale and every Christmas they used to hold a Christmas party for the workers children..They were great parties and I have good memories of Buntingsdale lake and woods as I used to go from Dalelands West and go fishing in the lake.. they were good days .
Before
After