TUDOR STREET 27/10/2018 Looking for Hazel Ward Just on the off chance could you put this on your Tudor Street site, I have been looking so long for my best friend Hazel Ward or any one who know the Ward family she had 3 sister I believe and a brother called Wayne Ward, can’t really remember the number of their house, but it was definitely Tudor Street. If anyone has any info I would be so grateful. Many thanks for your site Ted, I love it I have already found a long lost friend from Dugdale Street, I am mesmerised and can’t stop visiting your site. Many thanks Susan Cope. firstname.lastname@example.org
TUDOR STREET 24/07/2017 Memories living in the Malt Shovel. I recently bought a copy of Ted's book "Winson Green to Brookfields Through Time" which I enjoyed very much and I have to say brought back plenty of memories for me. One of the pictures in the book of the "Bellfield Inn" in Winson Street threw me a bit because I thought I remembered the Bellfield Pub in Heath Street right opposite to the start of Tudor Street. However my dad the manager of the "Malt Shovel" pub in Tudor Street and the manager of the "Bellfield Inn" were deadly enemies as they both ran fishing clubs, darts leagues, and cribbage competitions ( of which my Granddad seemed to be the winner every time). Memories of our time living in the "Malt Shovel" known locally as "The Malt"and the Winson Green area in general are many, a few are included below. I remember the thick fogs which used to hover at knee level and you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, bending down though you could fathom out where you where. Another time Mick, my brother, and I were coming down Chiswell Road on a 'moke' nearly killing ourselves as we couldn't stop. Not far from us was Sherwoods Fish and Chips shop and they had a dog we called Nobby Fishshop, our dog Nippy Public House and Nobby Fishshop were deadly enemies and all hell broke out if ever they came upon one another. Mick and I also remembered "The Malt" as being huge - however when my son Richard took me back there some years ago I was absolutely stunned how small it was. I recalled the ladies of Tudor Street standing in the hallway drinking 'sticks' of beer which you never hear of now. I used to steal the crisps and distribute them to my friends - I was VERY popular!!!! We also used to have the beer delivered sometimes twice a week by huge draymen wearing thick leather aprons and the most magnificent shire horses which Mick and I were allowed to sit on. Ansell's supplied us with coal for the open fires in the smoke room and the public bar, at the end of the night one or two of the customers used to bring inlittle shovels and help themselves to the embers to take home. Ansell's were good employers and during the war strengthened the cellar ceiling against air raids. The ARP men used to congregate there with my Granddad for a glass of beer to wet their whistles. Mick and I were slung up in the ceiling in hammocks and even whilst all the noise was going on - used to sleep soundly. Later we were provided with a Morrison Shelter which used to reside in the bottle store. I was astonished to see how small the shelters were at a museum in Yorkshire. To think that Mum, my Aunt Olive, Mick and I plus the dog used to sleep in there. One night a bomb went off somewhere near "The Malt"and the vibrations broke our windows and caused some of the bottles of beer to explode. The dog was very pleased and he too ended up legless and slept for two days. The people next to "The Malt" were called Winyates. The mother was Hilda and she had several children one of which was Brian, Mick's best friend. We also had a barman during the warcalled George Cashmore he had a son called Colin. In the void between the pub and Hilda's house the council built an air raid shelter with a massive thick concrete roof. If ever it had a direct hit it would have squashed the lot of us. My Gran had an outdoor in Saltley she was a superb cook using only her triplex range she made the most amazing faggots never to be bettered. When that bomb went off near the Malt it cut our gas off. Mum used to send me to the National Kitchen up the road and I used to get a hot meal for us, usually faggots and peas. They were never as good as Grans, but near enough. I can't tell you what my Granddad said they were made of. Gran's the outdoor was near a cemetery. A bomb went off there and it blew a large chunk of iron railings through Gran's sitting room and through the back of her piano. She was livid but used the chunk of railing to knock the crown caps back on to bottles that customers used to bring in to have filled. She was some character, the biggest bunch of flowers at her funeral were from the bookies!!! or so my Mum said. On V.E night at "The Malt" customers manhandled our piano down stairs and put it in the smoke room.( No singing allowed in those days) A lady called Dolly Nash came in ( all of 15stone) dressed only in a huge Union Jack and a top hat she leant against the piano and both she and the pianist plus piano descended slowly to the cellar beneath as the floor gave way. Luckily no-one was hurt thank goodness. Yes "The Malt" was a good pub and in spite of my father and his frequent sulks, used to serve a good pint of Mild. In all the years we were there Mild was all we sold no Bitter or Lager just Mild. I remember the, then, illegal bookie who used to take bets on scraps of paper wrapped round money he was called Arthur Bluett. We also had one or two first world war victims one was called Billy Hall. Billy used to get plastered and my mum had to guide him to the front door, angle him round so he was pointing at his house over the road and set him going where he just made it to the front door, hanging on to the glass knob in the middle until Ada Hall (who was our cleaner) used to open it and Billy pitched in face first. Happy memories. When we left in 1954 the ladies of the pub bought my Mum a bottle of Advocaat as a goodbye present - they were all broken hearted to see her go. Mum cried all the way to Devon between swigs of advocaat, which she was not used to, and as a consequence was legless by the time we got to our new home, another pub, called the Red Lion. Then after a time Mum became ill and eventually died in 1969. My Father who was not a very nice person, married again within a very short time, consequently all our photographs and many other articles were lost to Mick and me. We were so upset. If anyone reading this does have a photograph of "The Malt Shovel" pub or Tudor Street and could let us have a copy we would be most grateful. Take care - Kindest regards. Bren and Bob
TUDOR STREET 22/10/09
Brilliant web site. Thank you. I was born in Yardley Wood but we were evicted from their and sent to Winson Green as a punishment in the early 60's. We lived in Chesterton avenue which was just at the top of Tudor Street where it divided from Heath Street. No Kitchen just a Scullery, cold water only, tin bath and outside loo. More Victorian than anything my grand mother lived in ! We used to use a communal "brew House" and still had the Stye for the pig plus a hook in the back room to hang it before having it salted. It was a good community then.
You have a section on Parks and one is called the sand pit. Would this be the one that I called the "China" Park ? It was a stone building with Chinese symbols around it. Probably on top of garages ? It was past the GKN works and before the "Mothers pride" Bakery in Smethwick. I have lots of memories of this area and the people that were there.
I remember using the "public Wash Baths" in Heath Street in the early 60's. My three brothers and I shared a bath for the one price. Dad never bothered ! You could put your own cold water in but had to shout for the man with a big tap key for the hot water. Right next door to the wash baths was a scrap yard owned by the Moult family and I think the father (Ted Moult ?) had an artificial leg ? I remember very well the day their young son, David, drowned it the canal at the back of the houses in Heath street. We all stood there waiting for news and then they bought his body out. On the other side of the road there was a rag merchant where we took rags and got money for them. My older brothers always sent me in, knowing that they had weighted the rags with stones. It was not good to have three older brothers in such an area ! They once sent me into a funeral Parlour on the Dudely Road to ask if they had any empty boxes and I did it ? .
I also remember the "Swop Shop" on the Winson Green road, opposite Summerfield School. Come January I would begin to see my Christmas presents in the window ? I never worked out that mother was selling them. If any one bought my "Jolly JIM" ventriloquist doll I would like it back. He was kidnapped.
We lived in Chesterton avenue at number three. The Terry family. Also in the avenue were Mrs. Finn, Mrs Jarvis, Mrs Woodrow the Harper family and the Mckearnans. I once took a harvest festival food parcel to Mrs Jarvis and she cried. It wasn't till many years later that I realised she was a young war widow and nowhere near as old as I thought she was ! Being born after the War I had no idea why these people had no husbands and I used to play on "building sites" not knowing that they were in fact "Bomb Sites".
At one time there was a Cafe on the divide of Heath Street and Tudor street and my mother worked there. It was frequented by a famous wrestler at the time called Pat Roach.
Hard living conditions at that time but remembered with fondness.
Malcolm Terry Rollplayermike@aol.com
TUDOR STREET 20/09/08 I would like to tell you about the Bishop family who lived in Tudor Street, there names were john and emily bishop they had three sons and three daughters the sons names were george known as bill, he married elizabeth black they had three children there names john known as jack, ivy and olive then my dad frederick who married lily pickering they had five children lily, brenda, fred, john, dorothy and reginald who married lily chisholm they had one son allan, then emily who married ernest farr they had three children, ernie jean and maureen then elsie who married william norton he was known as wit they had two sons arthur and peter and alice who married george sumner and had one son named brian. the family lived at 5/100 they were born and brought up there. i believe george and his family lived at no 100, frederick and his family lived in carlisle street, reginald and his family lived in heathgreen road three doors below cromwell hall church as kids we all went there i loved the anniversary's i remember mr kinchin a sunday school teacher, also i beleave the superintendents name was a mr davis and he lived opposite. back to the bishops emily and her family lived in norman street, elsie and her family lived up the yard next to my grandparents does anyone remember there son arthur being killed while he was doing his national service 1n 1954 i can remember it was a massive funeral there was a lot of army personal presant, alice and her family lived in Ada Road Smethwick. BRENDA DODD NEE BISHOP. email@example.com
TUDOR STREET 10/07/07
I was a Winson Green Lass. Born 6th May 1944 in Tudor Street (2/35) lived there with Mom & Dad and my sister Barbara, until my marriage in 1962. We attended City Road infants, Dudley Rd Juniors and back to City Road Secondary. I remember Cromwall Hall very well attended there with the Randle girls.Their brother Alan was featured in one of your photos. Our next door neighbours (The Bensons) also featured. An excellant site keep it up. I have recognised many faces and places of my childhood.In fact since discovering the site have spent many nostalgic hours pouring over the many pages. If anyone remembers me would love to hear from them. Keep up the good work.
Valerie Ellis Nee James Email: Clements.firstname.lastname@example.org
TUDOR STREET 27/02/05
My Nan Ida Field lived at No 63 Tudor St next to the big entry.Mrs Wheeler lived down the yard from the entry who she was very friendly with. Nan shopped at the general store across the road at Joyce's she had a little dog called Mac. My Granddad Walter Field better known (wally) must of been the Malt Shovel best Customer he was always in the pub the only time we ever saw him was on the way home from visiting nan when dad parked the car out side and tooted his horn to let him know we was their. if he was in a good mood he would buy my sister and I a toy from the Yellow Bedford van that parked outside the pub on a friday night. I also rember the Fish Chips shop on the corner of Chriswell Rd run by Mrs Smith 6d a bag and Mrs Black always having her arms folded on the doorstep looking up and down the street. it looked such a long Steet to a child eye when I go down now it seems so small.
Nan lived there from 1958 until 1970 and moved to Lea Bank till she died in 1988.
Linda Driscoll nee Field Email: Lyndriscoll@aol.com
I was born at 4/26 Tudor Street my parents were Albert and Rose King there was 7 of us and we used to go to Summerfield School. by Debra King
TUDOR STREET 17/08/04
I was born in Winson Green - Chiswell Road (12 June 1938)(parents - Stanley & Hilda Greaves)
but lived 20 years in Coplow Street - Ladywood.
When I got married I lived at 46 Tudor Street Winson Green and I married Valerie Benson (parents - George & Emma Benson) who lived in Tudor Street next to the Malt Shovel Pub and take it from me it was 'The Best' Pub in Winson Green. My wife and I still say the early 60's was a great time. The Malt Shovel had the best football team run by Lenny Ward. We did the tote Sunday night at the Peel Pub and Horace Timbrull and Eric Hatfield both played for the Malt Shovel Pub
We use to go to The Tower Ball Room with Pat Roach.
All the best to Old Mates.Dennis George Greaves
who left Winson Green May 1974 for WESTERN AUSTRALIA
Photos from Dennis of the Benson Girls LtoR:- Jennifer, Valerie, Georgina, Patricia, Sandra and June and one taken at a works function at the "IONIC".