CARLISLE STREET 10/01/2013
I am posting this message to see if anyone knows of a Harold Middleton of 54 Carlisle Street Winson Green who worked as a foreman employed at the British Bedstead Co. Clissold Street. Harold played a part in the rescue of my Grandmother from the canal near Spring Hill. I am hoping this will jog someones memory about this incident and help piece the details together. Linda Mathieson email@example.com
CARLISLE STREET 20/08/09
Thanks to Bunny Evans for the Carlise Street photos. firstname.lastname@example.org
CARLISLE STREET 27/04/08
I went into the 'Streets' section looking for Carlisle Street (where I was born and lived for 24 years) and was disappointed to see no entries at all, so here is the first one.
Carlisle Street ran from Norman Street finishing at the wall of Dudley Road Hospital. Just before this it was crossed by Lansdowne Street, forming little Carlisle Street at the top end.
My Mom, Dad and 4 kids lived at No. 6 (the poor end), 6 of us living in a 2 bedroom, one living room, back-to-back house with the loo up the backyard which you had to walk through the street, and up the entry to access. These toilets were located in a block of 8, which all the families in the 8 back to back houses and the houses up the yard (sheer luxury-they had small gardens) all had to share. We had no kitchen, just a Belfast sink (cold water only) at the top of the cellar steps where we had to wash. Friday night was bath night, in a tin bath in front of the fire. Later on, we went to the public washing baths in Bacchus Road, and then Heath Street.
My Mom and Dad were called Lily and Fred Bishop, and my two sisters' names are Lily and Brenda, my brother's name was Fred or Freddie and my name is Dorothy or Dot.
My grandparents lived at No. 9 and they were called Lily and Bill Pickering. My grandfather was a good piano player and kids in the late 1940's, early 1950's would often stand outside his house just to listen to him play. We had great Christmas parties when we would roll back the rugs, push the furniture out of the way and sing songs round the piano and, later on, play records and jive to the early rock and roll music.
In the 1930's my grandmother was well known in the road for being called on to 'lay out the dead'.
During the 2nd World War, the house that we lived in had the cellar reinforced so it could be used as an air raid shelter. I have very early memories of sitting on my mother's knee on a chair down the cellar during air raids, with other families from the street. During one raid, some houses at the bottom end of Norman Street, (close to the hospital wall and behind houses in Carlisle Street) were hit, breaking windows in many of the houses close by. My mother said, after that raid, my brother, who was only young at the time, suffered from nervous asthma for a number of years. There was a pub on the corner"The Cottage of Content " with a shop next to it run by a lady called something like Clara or Clarice Rose. Over the road was another small shop (which was actually in Norman Street) called Beamans run by a wonderful old lady, Mrs. Beaman, whose only child, apparently, was killed at 11 a.m. on Armistice Day right at the end of the 1st World War. There were two other shops in the street, one run by the Houghtons family and the other by (last owner that I know of ) Mrs Fieldhouse. At the side of this shop was a passageway which led to a garage.
"THE COTTAGE OF CONTENT"looking down Norman Street towards Winson Green Road
We had great fun, playing in the street (very little traffic in those days), on the bomb site at the bottom of Norman Street, playing tracking in the alley ways that ran behind the shops on Winson Green Road or, at weekends and school holidays, in Summerfield Park. Like many other contributors to your site, I remember the boy being struck by lightning whilst sheltering with his bike in the park.
We had unbelievable freedom to roam!
In Carlisle Street, about half way up, on the left hand side as you face the hospital wall, were some, for then, modern semi-detached houses, which we called the new houses. My father, who was a bricklayer, helped to build those houses and, the last time I went round the 'old area' , although it has changed out of all recognition, they were still there.
I went to City Road Infants School, then Dudley Road Junior School, back to City Road Secondary Modern School and finally, Aston Commercial School.
My first job was in the jewellery quarter and I remember walking down Winson Green Road, past the warders' houses and the prison to catch the bus in Lodge Road.
For a time, in the early 60's, I worked at Bryants, furniture makers, in Bryant Street, off Winson Green Road. By that time the company had been taken over by Slumberland Bedding but one of the Bryant family's sons (Graham) was still involved in the company.
I remember lots of people who lived in the road, to name but a few, the Kirkoffs, two Morris families (one of whose mother's maiden name was Edna Rook and she was very good to my grandfather when he was widowed), the Rudges, the Harpers, the Parkers, the Allens, the Lissimores, the Barlows, the Peaces.
Very few of us had any money but we were mostly happy, people were honest and neighbourly and, although I wouldn't want to live in the conditions we did then, I have lots of wonderful memories.
Dot Lane nee Bishop email@example.com