PARK ROAD 18/04/2019 My grandfather Noor Dad, an Asian Gentleman lived at 494 Park Road I think the house was by the railway bridge which is now a park. I wonder if anyone has any memories of him, he worked in a factory somewhere local and he passed away in 1975 one month after his retirement.
Thank you for this website it helped me to resonate with my grandfathers neighbourhood. Rashda Khan.

PARK ROAD (The Old Engine Pub )22/11/2016. DOES anyone have photo or information about the Old Engine pub in Park Road (now a place of worship) I lived there briefly in the mid 1950's. Any information would be greatly appreciated. Ailbe Moss

PARK ROAD 19/02/2012
Hello. Lovely website. Brings back many memories.
I was born in Dudley Road hospital 1963. I lived at 284? Park Road. Went to Benson Road school.
Does anyone remember a big fire across the road one night? I seem to remember it was a factory. There were fire engines and you could also feel the heat. It was incredible.
I also read another part of this site speaking about the train crash with Benson Road school children. I knew Catherine Clark personally. She always asked me if I had any flowers. I would go home and ask my mum for some daffodils. I do not why she asked me but I always obliged. She was such a beautiful girl. My brother was on that train. He survived. There was a newspaper article with a picture of him holding a box kite. Sadly, I do not have a picture.
Warmest regards
Jane Williams

PARK ROAD 01/06/10

These pics came to me recently, the first one of Park Rd was taken in 1968 according to the date on the picture, Probably just before the houses were demolished if you look at the last entry just before the shops begin and look to the left house in the entry my bedroom was the attic at the very top, I left there in around 1959.
The second picture is of a VE day street party in the same road outside the same houses,My mom gave it too me last week she is now 92 and still bright as a button. She thinks it was she who took the pic. I assume it was taken in 1945, the little boy at this end of the table with an innocent expression is me ...and the girl next to me is my aunt, the others I dont know but perhaps they might recognise themselves or their parents . oh happy days  Frank,

PARK ROAD 29/07/08
My name is Margaret Thomas nee Clews and I used to live at 268 Park Road, Hockley which was situated between Wharf Lane and Wharf St. The house had 3 bedrooms, a front and living room and kitchen, also a cellar. Outside the back was a yard and then a couple of steps and then the outside toilet, which we did not have to share. Behind this was where the dustbin was kept in a closed in area. Up some more steps was a path which went across the gardens, so that you could go into the neighbours gardens. Luckily enough we were all very friendly with each other. Our paths also continued up the gardens with flower beds each side, and a back wall and gate which backed onto Wharf Street. I can remember a large Walkers Removal van backing into our wall and knocking a part of it down.
I also remember the dustmen and coalmen having to come through our back gate, walk down our long path to deliver the coal, and the dustmen used to carry the old tin bin on the shoulder up the path and then bring the empty bin down again. I cant see them doing that now. My mother often took me down the Flat and I too remember all those shops, but most of all those lovely dripping cakes. Best in Brum. Also once a week she used to take me shopping up the Soho Road for our main shop of the week. We didn't have cars then, so it was walking I'm afraid. She and Mrs Hubbard our next door neighbour at No. 266 used to take me and her son Colin to Handsworth Park in our prams. Up Park Road, then Ninevah Road, up and up St Michaels Hill, onto Soho Road then along Grove Lane. I don't know where they got the energy from as they still used to do this when we were toddlers in push chairs. As I got older I used to walk round the Park with my friends, Norma Pugh from the cottages in Park Road, just before Wharf Street, and my 2 friends Brenda and Christine Biddle who lived in Norton Street. Our greatest haunt though was the Plaza in Rookery Road. We really loved going there.The good times we had when we were young. All we have now are the memories, although I am still in contact with Christine and Brenda. Those times will never come again. People used to stick together then.
Unfortunately our houses where taken over by the council when the lease finished, and in twelve months were knocked down. There are offices there now, but the memories are still fresh.
 Margaret Thomas (nee Clews)

[little] PARK ROAD 21/10/06
I remember THE FLAT we lived in little Park Road, just round the corner every Monday night we would go and watch the van with the animals go into the slaughter house at the butchers. My sister worked at Masons and Woolworths. My brother used to live in the coffee shop with his mates they were teddy boys. Our name was Humphries Pat Jimmy and Irene.At night I used to walk the flat with my mates and we would look in the shop windows bagging what goods would be ours if we had the money. My mom would go to Spencers on a Saturday afternoon for any thing going cheap before they shut. What a great web site I shall find some old photos to send of the old street. Patricia Byers  Email:

PARK ROAD 02/07/04
I used to live in Park Rd Number 93, third entry up on the right as you leave the Flat, used to be a cafe on the corner of Ford st and Park Rd, then the newsagent shop run by Peggy Lee ( my mom used to clean the shop as a part time job) then the fish shop run by Reg and I think his wifes name was Madge? or Blanche? but could be mistaken.
I remember when mom was a bit flushed me and my sister Jenny would be given a treat, and that was to go to Reggies fish shop and have a fish and chip meal , and whats more we could sit down at the shop and have it in that little alcove with the wooden bench seats. ... wow what a treat we used to feel like millionaires.



I wonder if anyone recalls the day a horse bolted as it came out of Scribbans Bakery ( I worked there as a youngster but thats another story) 
On the corner of Ford St and the Flat (which was the continuation of Lodge Rd) there used to be an off licence called " The hole in the wall" I dont know if this was its real name or just a colloquialism but anyway we all knew it as The Hole in the wall.
One day as I was on my way to school which I think was probably Icknield St infants a fully laden horse drawn bread cart came carrerring down Lodge rd from the bakey out of                                                                                                                      
control, guess where it ended up? yeah you got it, straight through the window of the Hole in the wall, so it was aptly named after all.
I dont know how the driver of the cart came off, but unfortunatly the poor old horse was killed I remember them loading it onto a big lorry.
Another fond memory is one Xmas Eve I was tucked up in bed waiting for Santa to come, and across the road from us was a pub called I think the Abbey Vaults, anyway the Sally Army were playing Carols outside the pub, it may have only happened once, but for me whenever i think of Xmas in Hockley thats what I remember
Thanks for your time building this site, its wonderful.
Regards to you and all your readers
Frank Beckstein

PARK ROAD  11/03/04
I am trying to trace my family tree and on the 1881 census I found my great-grandfather kept a pub in Park Rd called The White Lion.  If anyone knows where in Park Road this pub was situated I would be happy to hear from them    Robert Buckley    .

PARK ROAD 27/03/05
Does any one remember "jimmy tunney"who used to play the"JOANNA"(piano)in the local pubsin the late 60's(many a happy time sat on the step with a pack of crisps & bottle of pop waiting for mom & nan,Harriet Ann Jones,{nance/jazzer}listening to Jimmy play the Joanna to my young ears like a professional. if anyone recalls him doing the rounds of the local pubs playing onthe piano it would be good to hear from them with there recollections and memories of jimmy tunney.
Margaret Coates.(nee Margaret Kirby.)Email:

PARK ROAD  11/03/04
My name is Margaret Coates ( nee Kirby.) my older sister Pat. and younger sister Kay and I used to live at
1/342 Park Road with our mom, Annie Kirby around 1969. .
I was reading your website and I thought I would like to send you some of the memories of the good times we
had while living in Park Road.
My mom and dad were divorced by this time (His name was Leonard "tubby" Kirby and even when they
were together we did not see him that much as he was in prison for "thing's" best left unsaid.) and my mom was working to keep us ,so Kay and I were looked after by our older sister Pat.  We used to disappear and go off on "adventures" like the time Kay had been over the "Wharf" and climbing into the unit's through window's and playing around with the typewriter's and adding machines and other office equipment and she noticed that is was getting late and dark so she started making her way back home and as she climbed over the wall to get back into Park Rd she slipped on a piece of glass and cut her wrist , she didn't know at the time that it was bleeding or that it was cut until she got by a street light and saw the blood ,she was
more worried about getting in trouble when she got home. When she got home mom was their and went to give Kay a 'belting ' for being out late and Kay put her arm's up and saw the blood gushing out and screamed to me to fetch Mick who lived in the next 'entry' at the house at the back , ( where my uncle Billy Jones lived with his wife and kid's.) when Mick came he took a look at Kay's wrist and said she needs to go to Dudley Road hospital and he took mom and Kay in his car, when she was eventually seen they had to stitch the cut up without anesthetic or freezing as it was really close to the main artery and she could have bled to death , she was a handful they had to hold her down as she was kicking and screaming and fighting them off and when my mom tried to get in to Kay they wouldn't let her in!

And then there was the time she had got into trouble again and this time she ran upstairs to my mom's bedroom, and before anyone could stop her she had climbed out of the window on the window ledge and panicked and then by now 'Immortal word's ' rang out fetch Mick, and " Irish Mick" as he was called, who as I recall was really tall and slim seemed to be able to reach Kay without having to do any climbing came to her rescue again.

Does any one remember when there was an accident at the top end of Park Road by the Railway pub involving a truck/van delivering tip/top's being involved in some kind of accident and overturning near the pub one day( I don't think the driver was badly hurt.) all of us kid's when we heard about it legged it up the road and on seeing the van on it's side and the door's open went and helped ourselves to load's of tiptop's we were so excited that we didn't wait to take them home and freeze them we just bit the top's off and drank them, ( we didn't have a fridge.) it was great to us kid's what a treat.

We were"hard up" in those days and we could not afford to go the pictures on a Saturday ( Do you remember
going to the Saturday matinee and the ABC club and singing the ABC song.) so Kay who would have been around six (she was born in1962) came up with a scheme for earning money so we could go to the pictures or swimming at Monument Road bath's ( where we used to go sometimes to have a bath for special occasion's) the one day while we were over the "wharf" and we had been walking around exploring ,playing and "scrumping" someone's vegetables from some allotment's , I was so amazed at seeing a 'red cabbage' for the first time! We found some "old wood"( from the railway possibly small sleeper's.) and Kay and I somehow got hold a chopper and chopped the wood up and tied it into bundle's of firewood like you could buy at the shop's and went around the house's knocking on the door's selling it, and that's how we used to "earn " money to go to the pictures or swimming.

I would have been around twelve and a half ,( I was born the end of 1955.)
And pat our older (less adventurous sister .) sister was born in 1954.


MARGARET COATES. (nee Kirby.) E:mail

Margaret Coates sends us  another Email  20/03/04
The house we lived in was as best as I can recall laid out this way, open the front door into a small living room, on the left hand side of the door was a window, on the left of that was the fire place, and on the right side of the front door exactly opposite was what we used to call the "kitchen" which consisted of a small window above one of the old type sink's with just the one tap,in the middle. Just opposite the doorway (no DOOR.) a cupboard which had a door that opened down which we used as a work top to spread pieces of bread (some the "sandwiches"we used to eat ,tomato sauce,brown sauce {H.P.} the thick nestle's cream out of a tin [KAY'S favorite as I recall was sugar.] Couldn't eat them now but then they were the best!) next to the cupboard was the cellar which we were not brave enough to go into because of the rat's. To the left of the kitchen in the living room was the cooker,exactly opposite the front door. then along the wall next to the fireplace was the door leading to the stairs and mom's bedroom and the attic where pat, Kay and I slept. The only thing Kay and I enjoyed about the attic was the fun we used to have when we were told to clean up and mop the floor, we used to wet the floor a lot and with our School plimsoll's on we used to play at " skating " on the old lino.( Such good times)
I remember that Pat would sometimes be away from home , she used to go and stay with our gran and grandad who lived in All Saint's Street or Road and next to the house grandad had a scrap metal yard over the road was a big wall (something to do with the railway I think .) he gave Pat the job of painting on the wall, the cost of the metals ,(ie. ferrous & non ferrous metals & steel , copper, lead .nickel ,etc.) I don't know if any one remember's them, granddads name was Alfred Baden Jones,and gran's name was Harriet Ann Jones (Jazzer or Nance.)
To return to Park Road one day, our older sister Pat had for some reason got all dressed up (maybe some thing like going to"see a group/band not sure,) but she had been told by mom to find Kay and get her in for tea , at the top of our yard a man lived with a tree in his 'GARDEN' Kay was up the tree and when Pat called her to come in Kay said that she was stuck in the tree and could not get down, so Pat started to climb up to Kay (she was a bit angry by this time.) and she fell / slipped and laddered her new stockings, Of course Kay disappeared quick smart. I also remember a really nice elderly lady who lived in one of the houses that fronted on to park road
2/or 3 houses away from us,(going towards the Mint pub.) who I used to talk who had a "fat" dog, a corgi, I think the dog's name was "Peggy" I happened to mention to her the one day that I liked dripping to eat on bread and every Sunday without fail she would give me a basin of dripping, I would go home and raid the bread and have a feast, it was lovely just like a banquet to a young child who often went hungry. I wish I could remember that lovely kind ladies name.
And it would be good if anyone who visit's this website and read's this and might have known us got in touch with us through you Ted.
See Margrets sisters story on the Stories page  (Living in LITTLE PARK ROAD 1960's)

PARK ROAD (the Flat end)
Looking back you do not realize how small our bit of the world that we lived in was, I reckon that if put a circle with a half mile radius on top of where you lived most people would have lived at least ninety percent of their lives within that circle.
Mine, for instance, I was born in Dudley Road Hospital in 1945 and taken to live at 2/214 Park Road, Hockley for the next twenty year's, ours wasn't a very crowded back to back courtyard like some other's around the area, ours had two houses but only one outside toilet, luckily it was attached to our house, a lot of gentle coughing went on to inform other's that it was occupied but on the good side both house's had their own tin baths but sadly there was no hot water as it all had to be boiled on the gas ring or over the open fire as we only had one cold water tap over the sink. Our house also had a cellar, where the coal was keep, quite scary at night when you we told to go down the cellar to fill the bucket with only a candle for company, my mom also kept large crock bowls in which she used to pickle eggs and onions. Although the women were always house proud, insofar as cleanliness, when it came to decoration the houses were that damp that any paper or paint that was put on the walls would peel or flake within months. There was no garden at all just a brick covered thirty by twenty foot court yard
My mom and dad both worked at Rabone's by Hockley Brook, dad being a senior toolmaker and mom a press operator. When I was old enough to get about every thing you wanted was available to us within a couple of hundred yards up or down Park Road, our house was situated on the left hand side of the road just passed Abbey Street, as if you were coming from the Flat. Just up the road, next door to the Sandpitts, was Wessons, which was just like your little corner shop where you could just about get anything in small quantities, further up on the corner of Wharf Lane was Wilkes the paper and haberdashery shop, on the other side of Wharf Lane was Jeff's green grocers and general store, most of the women did their weekly shop there. They all stood, patiently, in a queue all holding their shopping lists which they handed over to Mr or Mrs Jeff (short for Jefferson, I think) or one of their helpers, they would then proceed to dash around the shop getting all on the list. Mr Jeff was like a human calculator, his main job was to price and add up the shopping lists upon completion, bearing in mind it was pounds, shillings, pence and all the other bits like ha'pennies and farthings, he used to put the price next to the item on the list and add it up at the same time, so by the time he'd got to the bottom the total was put straight underneath, all done at incredible speed, it was a pleasure to watch him at work. I used to have to go there every other day or so to get the bread and on the way home I used to pick the crusty bits off the top of the loaf, many a time I had a clip around the ear for bringing home a bald loaf.
In the other direction and on the other side of the road opposite Abbey Street we had our fish shop and the outdoor, fish and chips for 9d. (6d. for fish and 3d. for chips), about 4p. in today's money, if you were lucky you could get a pile of bits chucked on top. On the other side of the road, just passed Abbey Street was our sweet shop, can't think of the old guy's name who owned it, I used to go there every week with my pocket money, sixpence on a good week threepence on a bad week, armed with the ration book and try and get as much as I could for my money. On the way down the road you would pass many more shops, all of a similar nature to those previously described, all making a meager living from the thronging population, nearly opposite Goode Street was the second hand shop, filled from top to bottom with only what could be called junk, us kids used to spend many an happy hour mooching amongst the artifacts, I think the little old lady who owned it liked the company but I think she had a cheek putting ' Antiques and Quality Second Hand Items' on the window. Onward passed Whitmore Street many more shops selling shoes and the like, ladies hairdressers, men's barbers and another fish and chip shop, used to be owned, I think, by a chap called Reggie, it was the only shop I'd ever been in that had a fryer fueled by coal, the only problem with it was that when the wind was blowing in the wrong direction you chocked to death as the shop filled with smoke but it was worth putting up with as the chips were the best I've ever tasted. A few yards further on and you were on The Flat, all the shops you've ever wanted, what ever you want you could get it there, all greatly explained by others elsewhere but I know I used to love going down The Flat. There was enough pubs within the vicinity to satisfy the most ardent pub crawler.
I was glad to leave the area when I got married at twenty and moved to my own brand new house, which I built myself, with all mod cons like an inside toilet, bathroom, hot water and believe or not central heating, I now look back with fondness at those times and feel glad to have experienced those, now called, hardships.
By Keith Bird 11/05/02

 I lived very briefly in "The Old Engine" pub in Park Road around 1957-58 and attended school at All Saints. Would anyone have any photos of the pub, or any stories concerning it ???  I believe it is now a gaming archade called "The Melting Pot"   R Fennelly 04/05/03  Email:

PARK ROAD 12/09/04
I am looking for any information on the GEORGE family who lived at 318 Park Road, All Saints in about 1891. My great grandfather was Walter Wallace GEORGE and his father was Harry GEORGE (goldsmith) married to Elizabeth TAYLOR. If anyone has any information on this GEORGE family please contact me
Sharolyn Redfern

PARK ROAD 21/01/04
 I lived in Park Road, close to the "Engine" pub.I now live in North Carolina, USA.  
Pauline Philbeck nee Hewitt  Email:

PARK ROAD and more 09/10/02
I was born in Dudley Road Hospital in 1954 and lived first at 3/448 and then at 1/342 Park Road, Hockley from 1958 to 1965. Both houses were "back" houses located up the entries between houses directly facing the Soho Wharf on the opposite side of the road. I remember that there were outside toilets and derelict wash-houses "up the yard". The houses had cellars and no bathrooms, and very tiny kitchens. The families that lived in our yards were called Farnell, Singleton, Wilcox and Harper.
I attended Benson Road School, as did my younger sister, my mother Gwen Malin (nee Ferguson) and her sister Barbara Waite (nee Ferguson). The headmistress was Miss Legg, and I can remember that some of my teachers were Mrs Watson, Mr Powell, Ms Neal, Mr Davies, Mr Evans and Mr Lee. I think the school secretary was Miss Eastbury. My best friends were Michael Patrick, James Parkes and Kathryn Clark, who also lived in Park Road. There was also a friend named John Goody who lived in Norton Street opposite McDougalls factory. Another friend was called Paul bird who lived in Park Road up by Wharf Street in what at that time used to be shop, possibly a pawnbrokers. We used to play football in the "Rec" in Musgrave Road, and sometimes ventured to Black Patch Park (Foundry Lane), Summerfield Park and Handsworth Park.
We lived next door to my grandparents John "Jack" and Louise "Rose" Ferguson (nee Lewis), who probably lived in Park Road from the early 1920s. They left the area before the houses were demolished in the late 60s. I recall my grandparents used a pub called 'The Mint' just at the end of the road at the corner of Park road and Dover Street. My "nan" used to get a jug of mild from pub to bring home, and my grandad used to sing in the pub. There was also a church called St Chrysostoms on the corner of Park Road and Dover Street, but the entrance was in Musgrave Road. My Nan worked round the block in Radnor Street at a factory called Barwells. My grandparents also went to the "Railway Tavern" and "Soho Tavern" pubs in Park Road, and also the "Black Eagle" in Factory Road.
When we went to "Town" we would catch the bus in Lodge Road at the top of Norton Street or take the train to Snow Hill Station from Winson Green Station in Benson Road. There was also a station at Park Road, Hockley down by Icknield Street, and I believe my father worked there for a short time on the railway. I recall that opposite Winson Green Station in Benson Road there was access to a courtyard and houses that overlooked the railway line. This is where we used to some trainspotting with other boys.
We did most of our shopping down the flat at the end of Park Road in Lodge Road. I remember Woolworths and also Nortons in Key Hill. Sometimes the family shopped on "Main Road", which is what we called the Soho Road at the top of Nineveh Road. There were a lot of "corner" shops in Park road, and one in Dover Street where a friend named David Lynock lived. The papershop in Park Road near the Soho Tavern was run by a Mr Hall, and I always remember the fish and chip shop near Wrensons opposite the Soho Tavern near Benson Road. The corner shop a few entries up from where we lived was run by a family called the Masons.
My grandad supported the Villa and to get to the ground I used to catch the No 8 from Icknield Street or the 40E from Villa Road (near St Michael's Church in Factory Road). I also went to the Baggies regularly and used to catch a bus from the Soho Road to the Hawthorns.
I can remember many other streets in the area, such as: Abbey Street, off Park Road, which was problematic for dogs running wild; Talbot Street, which was connected to Musgrave Road via a "gulley" that ran alongside the Railway Line; Bacchus Road, where a friend named Derek Tudor lived; and Devonshire Avenue and Kent St North. I think there was a pub called the Talbot in Talbot Street.  by Michael Malin
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