Stone, High Street 1900
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The first turnpike in Staffordshire was established in 1714. Even as late as 1728 the road south was worn deeply with heavy carriages. The nearest crossing over the Trent was at Darlaston, which until 1663 was too narrow to take horse-drawn vehicles: they had to take their chances fording the river. The Crown Inn became a scheduled stop for a number of long-distance stagecoaches.

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A Selection of Memories from Stone

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 Stone

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My Grandfather, Bill Emery, worked here and his father Henry Emery was the farm bailiff for the Meakin family. I'm keen to know more about life there at the time and any connections to Henry.
Granny married George Norbury ( she already had 4 children including my Dad ) so they all lived over the ' shop' in High Street. ( 1920s ) Before the war ( it was winter ) I was born, it says Market Square, always thought that was a cold place to be born in mid winter ! May be that's why I now live in sunny Australia ! I went back and lived with Granny in Stone till I was called up for National Service. ( 1950s )
I've just traced loads of ancestors back to Sandon & other areas nearby. We have found many Hodsons, Dickersons & Clews. If any of these names are in your family please get in touch. My g gran Lizzie Louisa Clews moved down to Hampshire so broke the chain.
I suppose as I grow older, memories of my youth increase. I remember living in Pirehill Lane when there was just one row of houses. In front of our house there was a row of huge trees, my bedroom in the back looked upon fields, fields and marshland. My friends and I would jump over our garden fences and disappear till meal times. What a childhood. My mother, sister and I would walk into Stone to do ...see more