Castle Bromwich, The Village c.1965
Photo ref:
C281006
Photo ref:
C281006
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Castle Bromwich, just five miles north-east of the city, was incorporated into Birmingham in 1931. In those days it was still very much a village.To the north of the church were the remains of a motte, the village was served by the early Georgian church of St Mary and St Margaret, and nearby was Castle Bromwich Hall.
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Memories of Castle Bromwich, the Village c1965
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. These memories are of Castle Bromwich, The Village c.1965
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I've just posted 2 photos of Highcroft School pupils circa 1961 on my Facebook Page . If you're interested friend request to view them. I now live in Torquay.
I lived in the bungalow at the end of the spinny on West Avenue in the late 1960s and went to Highcroft School from age 4 to 5, which was an old Victorian building which always smelt of tomato soup and stood on the corner of Kyter Lane.
The shop you mention was called The Castle and my friends and I used to buy our sweets and regretably, our cigarettes from there,10 between 4 of us I recall. Right by it ...see more
I have copied and pasted a few sections of my great-grandmother's memories of Castle Bromwich to share.
"As I was not robust as a little child, my parents took part of a small house at Castle Bromwich, a country village, as town life did not always suit my health.
This house belonged to the village schoolmaster. His name was Mr. Barnes and he had the village school ...see more
As a student teacher, I waited with others for the college bus to collect us from the village school. The headteacher in earlier days was Mr. Blewitt.
As it happens, I was a colleague of his son, Harry Blewitt, at Coleshill High School. Harry remembered his father saying that some of the children from the Ward End area of Birmingham who attended his school were in bare feet.
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