ICKNIELD STREET18/11/2017.                                                                                                    I lived in Icknield street opposite the Mint my Dad worked there. Maiden name Doherty. 
I’ve just read some of the stories & can recall lots of places & events. I lived there 40/50 is. 
Would love to be part of the site & read all about the area.  Kathleen Parsons kateparsons@blueyonder.co.uk

ICKNIELD STREET 10/11/2017 FLORIN PUBLIC HOUSE.                                                  Does anyone remember the Florin Pub on the corner of Icknield Street and Camden Street? It opened in 1974 and replaced the Warstone Pub. The first licensee was Bernie Stoneman who ran it for four years, then in 1978 my wife (Karen) and I (Bob) took over, it was a great time for us as being a Brookfields lad born and bred I knew most of the people who were our customers. We made some wonderful friends there and we had some great staff, then after three years and with pressures from the brewery we movedI to another pub I must say that those three years were some of the happiest in our lives, salt of the earth people I wish I'd never moved. But that's life as they say onwards and upwards. We remained licences for the rest of our careers running another two pubs but we will always remember the Florin and the people with the fondest of memories.              Robert Clarke rlclarke@blueyonder.co.uk




ICKNIELD STREET 21/01/2017 TREVENA and GLOVER factory in Icknield Street

TREVENA and GLOVER had a factory in Icknield Street next door to Icknield Street School near  Hockley Brook. Photo of Cyril Glover above, one of the partners, the other photo was taken in Heaton Street and shows the other end of the factory. Cyril Glover was born in 1896. His father Thomas was a goldsmith. The family lived in Anglesey street, then Church Street, Aston Manor. I believe Cyril initially trained as a goldsmith but later established a non-ferrous metal business with his friend Harry Trevena in 1918. Cyril was an inventor and had a number of patents granted. The company were contractors to the G.P.O. and on the Air ministry list. They initially specialised in electrical contacts and other small metal parts. Cyril died in 1964. The company amalgamated with Bodill-Parker in 1967 and moved to Tipton, presumably around the time that demolition of the factory took place or was planned.  I would be very interested to know if there are people still alive who actually worked there???? or even have a photograph of the Icknield Street factory???

Thank you for reading this. David Glover (grandson of Cyril) any information please email drdavidrglover@btinternet.com


Christmas party at The Birmingham Mint around 1955

Found this old Photo "Christmas party at The Birmingham Mint Icknield Street around 1955"
they used to be held in the canteen every year, my sister and I ( in middle of pic) used to have great times at the parties.
Kenneth Grinnell    kgrinnell55@hotmail.com

Cartoon in The Mail (July 1962) about the MBLFC (Mint Birmingham Ltd Fishing Club). From my dads photo album. Kenneth Grinnell kgrinnell55@hotmail.com


Lisa as Miss Birmingham

Lisa as Miss Birmingham

    Lisa's mother Mrs Lillian May Morgan outside her Fish and Chip shop 180 Icknield Street

Mrs Morgans Fish and Chip shop 180 Icknield Street is the 2nd shop past Paynes  the one with the cat sitting outside (Teds photo) The entry below was sent to us from Poppy on 17/12/03 following which I asked if anyone had a photo of Gladys Morgan / Elizabeth Kearns. Last week we were contacted by Jean Bytheway nee Boaz who's mother was Edna May Boaz  the sister of Gladys Morgan. Edna worked alongside Mrs Lillian May Morgan (her mother) in the fish and chip shop at 180 Icknield Street.
Jean gave us the sad news that Lisa Daniels (Gladys Morgan / Elizabeth Kearns) passed away on 12 February 2010 in Hollywood USA.  Photographs below thanks to Jean Bytheway nee Boaz

I remember the chip shop in Icknield Street by the "OldGate" pub her name was Mrs Morgan and her daughter was Gladys she was in a play at CamdenSt school. called "Quality Street" .and thats how she got spotted . and became famous, she went to America and made a film. called "Man in the Attic". her name changed to Elizabeth Kearns. every time we went into the shop her mother told us all the news .the chip shop was coverd in pictures of her, My sister used to go around with her,. her mother was a realy nice lady. and so proud of her daughter.  Poppy  Email: poppy_jim@blueyonder.co.uk
Does anyone have a photo of Gladys Morgan / Elizabeth Kearns ??




ICKNIELD STREET  (Bulpits) 29/02/08    Looking through some of my old photos I found some of Bulpits & Sons (were l worked) works outing  at Blackpool 1960. We arrived by train and would be bused to the plesure beach restaurant were we had a meal. After the meal young Billy Bulpit would get up and give a speech, then we would have the rest of the day to do what we wanted to do, we had some good times, hope there are some persons out there who might remember some of the faces.
Taken at Bulpits & Sons outing (BLACKPOOL) 1960

1st photo Me Graham Taylor on the top of the picture my head by the curtain
2nd photo my wife then Margaret Berry 2nd is on the left and on her right is Barbara Fellows     
 Graham Taylor (Ex Bulpits & sons employe)  MARGRAYPOODLES@aol.com


Horse Trough 1960s

Horse Trough 1960s

Two Post Cards sent to us from from Mac Joseph on the left is dated1915 and the other 1900? both show the Royal Mint with horse trough in Icknield Street near Warstone Lane, before the public toilets were built. And a photo of the horse trough taken in 1960 o/s the Public Lavatory (toilet) in the background  is Rees and Felix store New Spring Street

What a brilliant site, my mom and dad lived in Icknield St in the 1930's their name was Bill and Elizabeth Glynn if any one remembers them I would love to here from them.
Terry Glynn    Email: daddywarbuck@hotmail.co.uk

I Have just found your fantastic site which brought back many memories. My father was born at the greengrocers in Bacchus Road in 1916 and when her parents died he was adopted by his aunt and uncle Lily and Harry Blocksidge who had the newsagents and fishing tackle shop in Icknield Street. After they died in the early 1950s we lived there for a while with Uncle Percy Dawes. He wasn't a real uncle but came to live there during the war and stayed thereafter! I remember playing with the girl next door Christine Hands who I believe now lives in Great Barr. The shop was demolished in the 1960s and Dad moved his business to the Soho Road until 1977 when he retired due to ill health. Judy nee Blocksidge Email: bab90@hotmail.co.uk

The houses opposite the Mint were dark and dreary in the winter months. I lived in a back house on Icknield Street in the early 50s. We had foul weather and I recall all the sash windows shaking. People were passing our window at night in the dark carrying a bike lamp or a torch and we only had a dim light bulb. the house always had shadows. We would hear the people go into the draughty cold lavs which were joined to our wall
and every time the long chain was yanked the big cistern would rumble and gush, sometimes the yanking would go on for minutes. Then the hissing as the cistern filled up with water, feet shuffles, then the hand light would drop in and then out of our window  as the person scurried down  the yard. In a little while, someone else came.  I recall one night when we had a storm. The clothes lines were being whipped up against the wet brick of the house.The windows rattled and the brick strained as water ran along the gutters and down the  drainpipes to the yard. The wind picked up a dustbin lid and tossed it into the air and then the lid rolled and rolled outside the front door, before going into a spin and a final deafening clatter. As the clothes lines smacked the house and as the wind shook the sash windows I clung onto the small warm patch in the bed. Then as the flicking candle went out I fell asleep. When I woke I could see a stream of flecked sunlight coming into the bare room from the threadbare curains. The sound of milkbottles going down onto the backyard steps.... You wouldn't know how many families had lived there in the early 50s, how large the community, if you had just stumbled upon that area of Icknield street in recent times. We kids would drive the Inner Circle bus from upstairs and at the terminal clock by the Royal Mint pub we would hang around for the driver to  turn the key and then press the time on our hands in ink.
Michael Green  Email: xhemmingsx@hotmail.com.

Hello, I was so very pleased to see wonderful photos from my childhood. I have left comments on the web-page, however I am feeling very emotional and home-sick right now! I emigrated to Canada Vancouver in 1967 (now living in Penticton) 400 miles in the interior of British Columbia.
My name is now Julianne Hayes nee Grout I was Born in Icknield Street. in 1943, father was Bill Grout and my mother Emily (Viennese) they married around 1941..can you imagine the problems! she a new Jewish immigrant nurse speaking very "broken" English, German at that... and my dad an "Ambulance Man" with St. John's. She left us when I was 4 or 5, I went to All Saints School (is it still there?) and then lived at 366 Lodge Road with my Aunt, Kate Fisher (Nr. Scribban's Bakery) then afterwards Hingeston St. They used to go for a Sunday drink at Dare's pub and my Dad was a member of "The Buffs". We moved away to Small Heath when I was 10 years old, however I always visited my Aunt..and I have another family friend working in the Jewellery Quarter in his own business at this time. Right now I am trying to find out whether or not I was christened/baptized at All Saints (thats the local church). I have looked up B'ham archives and am working on that. In the meantime thanks for taking me down "Memory Lane". My childhood was traumatic,
 I have lived in Canada for 37 years yet my "roots" still go back to my birthplace and always will.
Thank you again.... God Bless. Julianne Hayes nee Grout  Email: juliannehayes@shaw.ca
RECORDS FROM ALL SAINTS CHURCH anyone know where they are kept?????


Old railway bridge Icknield Street 1960's viewed towards Hockley with Pitsford Street  crossing                                                  Pitsford Street left is Brookfields and right Hockley                                          Inner circle 8 bus Photo thanks to Mac Joseph



New bridge that replaced the old bridge Icknield Street, Brookfields viewed towards Ladywood 1997 with Park Road on the right and Key Hill Cemetery on the left.

Seeing the old bridge on your site brought back memories for me.
We walked under that bridge many many times to go to the flat, shopping.
When the war was on mom and all us children used to go under those big gates to shelter under neath the graves. We  where also evacuated from that station.
What memories it brought back for me,.some happy, some sad. thank you ted for that picture.
 Poppy   Email: poppy_jim@blueyonder.co.uk

Postcard of Key Hill Cemetery thanks to Mac Joseph

Postcard of Key Hill Cemetery thanks to Mac Joseph


Wimbushes cake/bread shop was on the Icknield St side of Spring Hill opposite Bulpitts corner if i remember correctly.  1950/60 and the same corner taken in 2015. FAY   fbjingx@yahoo.co.uk

ICKNIELD STREET  21/01/04   
 Until 1968 I lived with my mom at 163 Icknield Street which was a wine and spirits shop called the "Wine Barrel". It was about 5 or 6 shops down from the Spring Hill library. I believe there was a butcher shop next door. There was a bus stop for the inner circle 8 right outside the door. Wimbush's was further down Icknield Street at the intersection of Camden Street I think it was, anyway it was the first road on the left going down Icknield Street from Spring Hill library. One of my friends formerly of Icknield Boys School was killed outside of Wimbush's when he fell into the road whilst making a delivery to the shop.
 Kenneth Burke  Email: allezkb@webtv.net

My mother was also born in the Brookfield area in 1901 at 195 Icknield St, which I understand was a bakery and confectionery shop. Her father William Henry Mason was a master baker who had inherited it from his father Robert Mason. I remember my mother saying that people would bring the larger turkeys to the bakery at Christmas and her father would cook them in the bread ovens for a few pence each.
My mother went to Ellen Street School which she left aged 14 and went to work in the jewellery quarter. My parents left the Brookfield area in 1938 and moved to Selly Oak. Mike Prigg

ICKNIELD STREET   (The Royal Mint)                                   03/04/03
We managed "The Royal Mint" Pub in Icknield Street, Brookfields, from 1960 to 1962.
Does anyone remember us Dot and Bill, we had one little son in those days - Stephen, and then we had Michael just before we left.

The Royal Mint Icknield Street and Hingeston Street corner was opposite the Birmingham Mint Ltd (where they made coins of the Realm).

The Royal Mint Icknield Street and Hingeston Street corner was opposite the Birmingham Mint Ltd (where they made coins of the Realm).

Redevelopment of the corner where THE ROYAL MINT public house once stood taken in 2015

The old Birmingham Mint Building Icknield Street under redevelopment 2015

The old Birmingham Mint Building Icknield Street under redevelopment 2015

 Every lunchtime (we called it dinner time in those days) we had the employees dash over for their sandwiches and a pint. We also had a good clientele spend their lunch break from the Jewellery quarter. I remember that the No 8 Inner Circle Bus used to stop outside our pub to clock in, it was door to door transport. The Bradford's 'bread man' would call each day, with a tray of cobs, which we filled with cheese or ham, and put a dish of Spanish onion on the counter (they had to pay for the cobs) but we never seemed to have enough - if we prepared 36 we would need 48, so next day it would be 48, then we could have sold 60.
Bill my husband, was very fussy about his beer and kept the pumps clean, consequently we upped the takings from when we took over. I remember the first Christmas that we were there, and we were not allowed staff during the daytime, well we prepared a counter-full of pints, (don't think that would be allowed these days) knowing that all our regulars would be dashing in It was ab-sol-ute-ly chaotic . We had the bar, the snug and the smoke room to keep happy, just me and Bill...                   I remember the dray men, they always had a pint when they called, they were real comedians, one day the one - Fred, as he was eating one of my ham or cheese cobs, said: -
"Listen Missus this cafe's menu - 6 rashers of bacon, 3 eggs, 2 fried bread, sausage, a pot of tea and as much toast as yo can eat - 2 bob"
 - Me - " Crikey Fred - where's that?" - He burst out laughing - and said "Don't know luv but ifya find out will ya let me know?   
We used to have guy come in who played the spoons, consequently we were always short of spoons.
Our weekend pianist was named Stan, he was amazing, I think we paid him, about £2 for the weekend. Can't remember what his surname was though.    " Happy days"

We were only there 2 years. It was hard work but I wouldn't have missed those years for the world.
Our reason for giving up? Stephen was diagnosed with Perthes disease - this meant that he would be in plaster ofparis for 3 years, and then we had the second baby, our kids came first. So Bill went back to his old boss, who had been visiting us nearly every week for the duration of our management. His parting shot was always - "Don't forget Bill whenever you want to come back to plumbing - the jobs yours"
Cheers Dot  Email: Dotavon@yahoo.co.uk