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RECEIVED:  6.10.05    FROM: CLIVE LAW

Dear David,

I have just discovered your site and decided to share some information about my g g g grandfather,Stephen Law.

He was born in Sedgley in 1806,married Catherine Fletcher in 1828 in Dudley,and died in 1884,in Wolverhampton.

He lived and raised his family in Trysull and I have found him in the following Censuses,with occupations as noted.

1841-Miller

1851-Pig Dealer

1861-Sub Post Master

In the History,Gazetteer,and Directory of Staffordshire dated 1834 he is shown as a gardener.

In the same Directory dated 1851 he is shown as gardener and Post Office.

In the Post Office Directory of Birmingham,with Staffordshire,and Worcestershire dated 1850 he is shown as master of the Trysull receiving house.

His family were William (born in

Penn),Stephen,James,Mary,Elizabeth,Catherine,Thomas,and Charles (all born in Trysull).

At least two of his daughters became Sisters of Charity of St. Paul.

I hope that this might be of some interest to you.If you come across anything to do with my ancestors,please let me know.

regards

clive law

 

RECEIVED:  6.03.06  FROM: GORDON S. EDGE

David Southall   -   Webmaster

 

Have enjoyed visiting your web site.

Very well laid out and presented

 My family lived in Trysull for a short time in 1939 – 40

I remember attending the school as shown in one of the pictures.

I also remember there was a WW 1 field gun located at one end of the village green on which  kids played !

 Do you have any suggestions as to where I might be able to obtain some information on this particular monument ?

Assume it was cut up for scrap during the war.

 

Sincerely,

Gordon S. Edge

 

BELOW IS A COPY OF INFORMATION FROM PARISH COUNCIL HISTORICAL MINUTES FORWARDED TO MR. EDGE

 

 

 

RECEIVED:  15.03.06  FROM: GORDON S. EDGE

 

Memories of Trysull  -  1939 - 1940

 

I will try and record some memories  of the time I lived in Trysull.  It’s a long time ago now and hope they won’t be to boring or long winded also memory tends to lapse a little and subject to revision.

 

Brief background :

Born in Bilston December 1931 and have one brother.

My Father was a Builder, so we seemed to live in various places, Brewood, Codsall, Trysull etc.

 

Married in 1954 in Southampton and then immigrated to Canada  -  Toronto area.

Moved to Vancouver in 1958 and have lived in this area ever since.  We have two sons.

Our son Phillip is very interested in family history and military affairs and has developed an extensive family tree, alas, no sign yet of any extremely wealthy relatives or even notorious ones.

However, our family tree did assist a little for a story on the internet about my Grandfather, and titled “The story of Samuel Edge and his shoe factory” authored by Trevor Genge of Bilston.

 

We lived in an old timber framed two story house and painted white, in those days and stood back from the road and located in a triangle from the Church to the Plough pub.  Think it faced onto School Lane.

The menace of crows/rooks and their nesting was often a subject of discussion and shooting them with 22 rifles was not uncommon.  Many activities were used to try and move on to greener pastures, but nothing seemed to work.

 

School memories  -  running a wooden stick on the metal railings would cause unnecessary attention and was considered a no-no, but a lot of fun

Lining up in the school yard in straight lines and by class could take some time, with the usual pushing and shoving and giggling.  Repeated at lunch time and morning break.

School was called by a large hand bell and of course some of the school favourites were occasionally allowed the ring it. I never did get to ring it.

Can’t remember to much of the inside of the school, separate classrooms or one large room or any thing about the Teachers.

The windows from the inside appeared to be high  in the wall with only a view of the sky, which caused thoughts about being outside and away from and free of school activities.  School work was never my overwhelming occupation, much more fun to be outside and playing with things.

Not sure if the School at that time was a Parish School or connected to the Church.  Don’t remember any particular religious activities, however do believe it was segregated, i.e. boys kept away from girls.

As I recall not many kids rode bicycles in those days, most seemed to walk to school and not many arrived by car.

 

War declared, 3rd September 1939 on a Sunday

There had been talk about a possible war for some time and remembering that in those days’ kids weren’t necessarily a part of the conversation.

We went to Church as usual, the service seemed to be bit somber and the Vicar announced at the end of the service that we appeared to be at war.

Also, remember the congregation hanging around the Church entrance instead of high-tailing off to their favourite pub.

It was an item that the Vicar, at the end of the service would change into regular clothes and make his escape by the back door and be at The Bell pub bar before some of the congregation could arrive in a dignified manner from the front entrance of the Church.

After Church we noticed the arms on the black and white road sign post, to the left of the Church, had been changed around and was just a few hours after war was declared.  This change was explained so as to confuse any enemy parachutists that might  land in or near the Village and would go down the wrong road to say Wolverhampton.  Also, there may be enemy spies looking for directions.        Things were generally calm but a bit anxious in those early days of the war.

The local talk was that the war would be over by Christmas and so not to worry and besides we had the new Boulton and Paul Defiant aircraft to look after and protect us.  Think the plane was built some where near to Wolverhampton.

 

Gas masks – believe they were issued to schools before the adults.

They came in cardboard boxes with a string attached to each end for a shoulder handle.   Which meant the box could easily tip over or rotate when running and the mask would fall out and usually land in a mud puddle.

Many hours were spent on instruction and practice and difficult for the Teachers to maintain any sort discipline and of course we all took advantage of this.  Of course there was a lot of fooling around at practice time, running around, falling down, scarring each other and pretending to be all kinds of things that only kids can imagine.  Advantage was also taken when the Teachers put on their masks to demonstrate and couldn’t talk.

It was considered good fun to make the masks fog up on the inside.

It took a lot of effort to get them adjusted and fitted to ones own face, without gaps at the cheeks or chin; they were supposed to fit snuggly.

Some kids had a great deal of difficulty wearing them due to gagging, feeling sick etc as they had a very distinct rubber smell.  Every one was required to wear them for practice without exception – probably my first encounter with authority.

Not taking gas masks to school was taken quite seriously, to-days equivalent of not wearing seat belts in a car. Believe one size gas mask fitted all.

 

Cod liver oil capsules – as I remember, parents were encouraged to give kids one capsule a day in case of food supplies were interrupted.  They were quite large capsules and smelt awful and could be tasted for a long time after, even worse was when you accidentally bit one and the oil was in your mouth.  This of coursed considerable panic and resulted in vigorous complaints and an exhibition of face pulling, spitting etc.  Remember my Father being particularly exasperated on one occasion trying to get me swallow a capsule and included persuasion to being held in a kind of head lock.  However, I avoided taking one that particular day.

 

Other memories :

Chasing a ball with a friend in the roadway and then looking up to be confronted by a chauffer driven car, probably a Rolls-Royce with dirty great big headlights just a few feet away, car had stopped and waiting patiently for me to look up.

Quite a fright – never did mention it to my parents.

 

Father’s car license plate number was BUG  999   -  severe type Aunt was not amused when I added  ‘ er ‘ to the description.  I thought it was quite funny.

 

Other items :

 Was the Bell pub ever called the Eight Bells  -  Eight Bells seems familiar to me ?

 Am trying to get a better time frame for living in Trysull  -  are there any school records still available for 1939-40 era and if so, where may I be able access them ?

 

Comments :

 Looking at the Flower Festival 2005 on your web site.

A remarkable achievement and display.

How nice to see a sense of community to remain and survive in this age of political correctness  etc. including the usual village discussions that ‘ mine is bigger and better than old Joe’s, which adds to the pleasure of being involved.

 

 

RECEIVED:  17.02.07 FROM: KEITH JONES

Mr Southall,
 
    I research family history and whilst checking on one of my ancesters in the Shropshire Archives I found, on the 1871 census, that my man had gone to Trysull to become a Farm Bailiff. I have a copy of sheet 3 of the census upon which he is shewn however the writing is reasonably legible but it is also feint.
    The sheet I have has five entries and I wonder if from what I can make out you may be able to put the proper names to them. The first entry appears to be Trysull Cottage housing the Lamb family of agric labourers. Secondly there is a property unamed with the Austin family - again farm labourers. Thirdly, the farm where my ancester Edward Parry was bailiff, looking like Corner Farm. Fourthly, the next property looks like Clan/Glan Park with one William Burton heading it. Lastly, what looks like Back Bound/Bond/Board headed by John Parker.
    These places would obviously be on a walking round for the census enumerator of the day and I was wondering if you could put proper names to them especially the Farm.
    What brought my ancester from farming 193 acres south of Oswestry to being a Farm Bailiff at Trysull is something I yet need to discover. However I am sure all will be revealed in time.
 
                    Sincerely,
 
                                    Keith Jones.

 

   

RECEIVED:  30.06.07 FROM: BETTY HAZLEWOOD

 

Dear Sir,

 I have just visited your website and this has brought back so many happy memories for me. My grandparents Sam and Harriet Bristow lived in Fieashill Road circa 1935 – 1956 until my grandad’s death.

 When the war started my sister and I moved from Blakcheath to stay with our grandparents, and lived in Trysull for 3 years.  As Oldbury children were evacuated to Trysull, we were able to go to their school, which was held in the Women’s Institute.  We later moved to the village school.

 Pictures of the Mill, brought back memories of Miss Somerton, Sunday school teacher, and Fieashill Road, I was able to name the people (in my day) who lived in the various houses.

 I do visit the Wombourne area from time to time and sometimes pass through Trysull village.

 Thank you for a very interesting site which I will visit again.

 Yours faithfully,

 Betty Hazlewood (nee Ikin)

 

RECEIVED:  08.03.2013 FROM: JOHN MACKAY

 

Subject: Ilfracombe Bandstand

 

    I was astonished to find the old Bandstand is close to home! My son

went to Ilfracombe last year and I asked him to take a photo of the Bandstand...

he never saw it of course.

 

    The reason that I am interested is that I was a cyclist in my earlier days

and notorious for sleeping out when on tour' because I couldn't afford B&B.

So, I've slept in Railwaymen's Huts, 'phone boxes, park benches, seafront

shelters, barns, ditches, hay stooks and even under a motor scooter - there's

more but I won't bore you!

 

    I slept in the Bandstand in Ilfracombe in March1952 when cycling down from

Tern Hill to Lands End and back - a 6 day early season training run that I

repeated each March. . The deck chairs were stored in the 'stand and I made a

'box' out of several and spent a cold and draughty night to the sound of the

sea. I had a thin cotton sleeping bag and a threadbare blanket, all I could

carry on a racing bike.

 

    I am in Wombourne of course so I'll get the bike out and have a ride down

to see if I can see it again.

 

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