Teddy Greys

I was in the middle of copying every single picture I have on my computer concenring THOW and putting them on disc, (12GB so far by the way)
When I came to a picture of Teddy Greys.
…….. I had to stop what I was doing, grab a pen and scribble away as fast as I could, as these mad words came into my head.
God only knows where they come from … I swear! … I aye right!

Last time.

I’m gooin up to Teddy Greys, I’m bostin for me suck,
I aye bin theya, for what seems like a year & I’m hoping for better luck
(“Cus yow aye gooin to belive this”)

Last time all excited, I parked up by the clock, and skipped me ways to Teddy Greys
To find out, they were out of stock!

Well, I aye the one to bite me lip and say “Oh it dow matter”
If I’m not wrong, she should feel my tongue,
So i prepared myself to ‘Goo at err’!

I filled me lungs, me face turned red, yow could see err were getting scared
But what came next shocked err, she was totally unprepared.

I crumbled to the floor I did, and let out a mighty scream,
I cried like a babby and dropped swear words in between.

“You cor do this, om gooin hum and i shor be back for wiks,
I aye from here no more! I cried. “I live up in the sticks”.

“They dow have Teddy greys up theya, its hell I tell ya: “HELL”!
Please dow say “No chocolate fudge” cus I aye feeling well!

I sin err pick the phone up, but by this time me head was gone,
if erred gone to call her hubby .. then: I wor frightened of no Mon.

But it woz wuss than that, erred gone an called the cops, (Who recognised me face)
So I was off to be locked up, Well … I recognised ‘THAT’ place!

But today is another day, she surely has some fudge?
And if she aye, I’m telling you … this time I just wow budge!

A reply? …. cheeky!

My boys 2

I know my limitations and I know what I can do,
Not prone to responsibility if I can put the blame on you.

Never was good at mother-hood, should have been better ..lord knows
but life’s like that, we can’t go back, it just the way it goes

I know my limitations, they aint never going to change
I could have done it differently but wouldn’t that be strange?

I never asked to be this way, I’m only what I am
You take me or you leave me, I couldn’t give a dam!

There are things I could improve on, okay.. there’s quite a few
But two things that that come naturally good, is my love for Ricky & Blue!

Old newspaper adverts FROM 1989

I have really enjoyed going through all these old Newspaper clippings, Kindly given to me at our ‘THOW Party in the park No2″. reading, typing and scanning them all. (With help off a lovely lady who will remain in the shadows) 🙂

Then i started looking on the back of the clippings and spotted some great old advertisements.
Some sadly are cut through (After all, I don’t expect they wanted the adverts!) but the ones that are in one piece are being scanned as we speak.

This one made me smile – From a 1989 newspaper telling us that: “Before we buy a Microwave, we should learn to cook on one”.
“I wonder if that was a typo or did they believe you cooked ‘on one‘ instead of ‘in one’?

microwave advert



Camp Hill had a lotta bottle

milkman2The picture shows an old milk float drawn by a horse standing on the Holyhead Road at the junction of Russell Street and Camp Hill Lane taken in 1953.

Most of the buildings, pictured were replaced by a tower block.  Camp Hill Lane itself (in 1988 at least), then lead to the Union Centre. Which is now also gone.

This picture was Mr. L. A. Davies all those years ago. In a newspaper published 1988 he said:

“The picture was part of a ‘project’ by the Wednesbury Photographic Society.  The Society was taking photographs in the same places as Doctor Dingley had in 1885 through to 1910”. 

(The Doctors most famous photograph was of ‘Pit Shaft Wenches’)

Mr. Davies’ pictures were originally on glass plates and slides, all of which are now obsolete.  He could not afford to have them all transferred and hadn’t got room to keep them so he kindly donated them to Wednesbury Library. He said that the building behind the milk float was originally used as Ministry of Fuel Office but the rest had remained although unchanged since Dr. Dingleys photograph.

The milk flout is said to be a Midland Dairy float which later becam Unigate.

The depot was on the Wolverhampton Road in Walsall and there were around six floats in use that year before being phased out during 1953/54 to be replaced by electric ones. Two other areas served by horse drawn floats at the time were the Myvod Road/Park Lane area and the Hawthorn Road area.

One person mentioned his/her fondest memory of Russell Street. In 1932/37 when attending the old St. John’s school. Opposite was the Clancy Pawnbrokers. Every Monday the women could be seen queueing to pawn clothing for enough money to last until Friday.  It was redeemed Saturday and pawned again the following Monday.

“On the corner stood Robert’s Newsagents and sweet shop.  For 1/2d (about a quarter of the present 1p) we bought a bag of sweets.  Only the rich kids every had 1/2d on a week day”


Did you know that Holyhead Road was built in 1826 and at one point there used to be a stream running down Camp Hill Lane to the river Tame at The Blocks?

The stream came from Campfield Well which was on the corner of Camp Street and Campfield Lane (which is now Camp Hill Lane).  Campfield stretched away to join Wednesbury Old Field.


There a game was played called Campball or Savage Camp.  This was a “modified” game of football with the goals just 10/12 yards apart.


The water supplied the tannery in the 18th century and superstition has it that the area was haunted by a water-carrier who was unhappy as he was denied eternal rest. This was because he sold water on a Sunday when he was alive!

The ghost was seldom seen but the rattlings of pails and yoke chaining was heard, particularly in a thunder storm during the midnight hours.

“Happy hunting”.

Brunswick park 2

Well, most of us now know the history of Brunswick park by now, and if you don’t? ….. this means you have not been paying attention to this blog.


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The park was opened to celebrate Queen Victoria’s jubilee and was dedicated to the public on June 21st 1887.




The land, 28 acres, was purchased from the Patent Shaft Axle Tree Company for £3,000 and was eventually laid out at a cost of £2,300.
Just 60 years previously it had been arable fields.

The cemetery alongside the park was opened in 1868.
In 1875 the Wednesbury Old Athletics Club were still playing where Rooth Street is now.


But did you know that an article entitled “Britain’s Black Blott – desolate coal districts of Britain and how they might be converted into picturesque worlds” appeared in an American magazine?

It said that Brunswick Park was the model for how transformation might be achieved.
There were a number of pages singing the park’s praises.
It said “The park is now a veritable green oasis in a black desert”.

Also, and this is a new one on me:
In the 1960’s there was a proposal to remove the bandstand and transfer it to the middle island on the High Bullen?
Obviously, this never happened, but the railings were taken down as by now the open planned parks were thought more fashionable.

But i love this bit;

Although anyone can get into the park, due to the removal of the railings, the council still employ someone to lock the gates every night and to open them the following morning.
(And they moaned about cutting back … crazy)

Shame we couldn’t go back to the fashionable days of open planned parks & Cemetery’s though?
Not to be able to stroll through the cemetery on my way home after a night out wouldn’t have felt right … so for that reason, I’m kinda glad I left the town before they had it all gated off.


The unexpected

The Unexpected.

When I told me mates, they day arf loff, I couldn’t see what was funny?
I’d found a wench the night befower who said she’s be my honey.

Dow get me wrong, she wor the kind yode tek hum to ya mum
But her’d bin gone ten years or mower, it was time I had some fun.

I’d seen err a dozen times or mower, at night, in all kinds of weather
And I felt for that poor wench I did, not a penny to rub together.

But stupid as I always am and then me being rather shy
Every night I tried to spake, I bottled it and went n passed her by.

One night she stood arms folded as I was drawing near,
She looked beneath me cap n said, ok you’l do my dear.

She wanted me to tek her hum, I wor havin none of that
So instead we sat beneath the lamp and had a real good chat.

I talked about my redundancy, my health and severance pay,
She smiled so sweet, my heart stood still, couldn’t tek me eyes away

Excited for our next meeting, she sed she’s moving in?
Gob smacked and happy I was right then, at how lucky I had bin!

But today I lost my true love, she’s gone and blooming left me
My heart is sore my mind is blank and I feel so very empty.

What con I do without err? who’ll be there to shift me fears
I cor imagine life without my bride, not after 40 years!

The recovery day.

Did yo all dress up on New years eve
In ya fancy dress up cloos
Gooin on a pub crawl,
supping too much booze?

Someone ud tek the photos,
while the rest pulled funny ferces
We used ter think we looked so cool
in our bodices and lerces

We wud all sing arr yeds off
Not one of us in tune
We’d dance berfoot as we sang
Under a frozen December moon

Them wuz the best nights ever
We day arf av a loff
An the best part was: there was no werk
Cus we had New Years day off.

The recovery day we called it.

Memories of the Zepellin raid.

Memories of a narrow escape from death for Sally Penny as she recounts the Zeppelin raid.  (published in local Newspaper in1988)

Sally who used to live at her Gran’s house in King Street, Wednesbury, was at the pictures when the Zeppelins struck.

When she returned from the Kings Hill Picture House, just off the High Bullen, opposite the undertakers, they found that the house had been destroyed.  Most of the surrounding houses were also flattened.

“Gran received compensation because she owned the house” said Sally. “But Mum received nothing, although we lived with Gran and our furniture was there”.

After the raid they rented rooms at the back of Hall’s china shop.  At this time Sally’s Dad was in the army. When he returned, Sally’s sisters Edie and Edna were born.  Edna she died as a baby when Sally had not long started school.  Things became even worse when they were evicted.

“We had nowhere to go.  All we had was a kitchen table, a wooden armchair, some little kitchen chairs, a corner cupboard, a side table, the beds and some trunks”.

They stayed with various neighbours until Gran got a room on the Holyhead Road, which they shared with a Mrs. Blundel.  Gran died there when Sally was 10.

Then they moved in with her uncle.  Her brother Cyril and sister Marie were born at this time.  Marie also died as a baby.  Sally said “my Father was home from the war to a place they said was a land fit for heroes to live in.

“They didn’t give father a council house until I was 15.  We moved to 48 Kilvert Road”.

Sally can remember the days before the raid when she went down the bottom of the road to a little shop to fetch a halfpenny worth of treacle in a jam jar and a penny worth of Quaker Oats!

She recalls Halls shop which used to sell second hand clothes, and the sweet factory, just off Cross Street. Sally and her friends used to fight each other with pigs bladders which they got from a nearby slaughter house.

Other landmarks were: the Cross Keys pub at the bottom of Cross Street, Denton’s cake shop in King Street and Grainger’s sweet shop.

In the Second World War her father was too ill to join up.  He had been gassed and shot in the First World War.  Instead he joined the Home Guards.  He died in coronation year, 1953.

Sally Penny's Dad Ted

Sally Penny’s Dad Ted

“What a sad story and yet all too common.
And what a lot of old memories Sally Penny has left us, when she decided to put pen to paper.
This is ‘real’ history, and its all thanks to people like Sally Penny, that we know so much”!

Goodnight Wednesbury.

My boys

A Son will hold your hand, but only for awhile.
Time is oh too short, when ‘your’ the object of his smile.

He will grow to love another girl, Your boy is moving on.
But oh its grand to watch him grow, this boy, this man, your son.

He won’t recall you singing, your stories or your fun,
But when needed he won’t be far way, after all you are his Mom.

And I always will be thankful, so proud I am of you,
I was blessed, but with not only one, I was blessed with two!

You may only have clutched my hand for that ‘baby’ time together,
But you will both in equal measures, hold this heart of mine forever.


WARNING  .. Do not read the next bit if you have a nervous disposition.

Did you read this rhyme and think out loud; “You know that aint arf bad”
Did you click on the ‘like it’ though?  …Oh boy I wish you had!
I’m getting self conscious now cause No one likes my stuff,
I try real hard, I really do! but it seems it’s not enough.

Now look what you have done to me, I’m feeling all morose
I’m not about to scarp this blog but I’m getting very close
Have I made you feel guilty yet? are you thinking; “Oh what a shame”,
“this girl is sad, now I feel bad, because yes I am to blame”!

Hold up, I jest! Awwww dow look sad, I’m just taking the Mike
but all this could be avoided if you’d only hit that like!

Cheeky cow aye I?  🙂

Que sera, sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me.

Oh your life is already set,
not giving a dam aint killed no one yet
You’ll land on two feet & that’s my best bet
I pity the heart ache of those you have met

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said.

Oh you have to be joking you know,
This is as far as my love will go
What we reap is what we must sow
I’m outa here, you take it easy bro!

Now I have children of my own
They asked their mother, what will they be
Will they be handsome, will they be rich
I told them tenderly.

Oh you bet your ass you will,
life’s what you make it, but still …
Don’t forget luck with a twist of thrill
Your on a course, and its going to be brill.

Now I grow older what do I see
My Mom was right when she spoke about me
And my kids are healthy, happy and free
So …. Whatever will be … will be!

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

WARNING  .. Do not read the next bit if you have a nervous disposition.

Did you read this rhyme and think out loud; “You know that aint arf bad”
Did you click on the ‘like it’ though?  …Oh boy I wish you had!
I’m getting self conscious now cause No one likes my stuff,
I try real hard, I really do! but it seems it’s not enough.

Now look what you have done to me, I’m feeling all morose
I’m not about to scarp this blog but I’m getting very close
Have I made you feel guilty yet? are you thinking; “Oh what a shame”,
“this girl is sad, now I feel bad, because yes I am to blame”!

Hold up, I jest! Awwww dow look sad, I’m just taking the Mike
but all this could be avoided if you’d only hit that like!

Cheeky cow aye I?  🙂