"Memories
of Ledbury from 1933", by Sue Harling…
My grandparents on my father's side lived above the
Laundrette in the Homend and my father was actually born
there. They then moved to Belle Orchard when it was built
in 1911. My grandfather was part of the grocery business
known as W. Madders and Son, where Careys is now.
I was born in Belle Orchard next door to my grandparents.
My grandparents on my mother's side were builders in the
Southend known as R Preece and Sons and my mother was born
there, she had two brothers older than her.
Living in Belle Orchard one of my earliest memories is the
milk being delivered by Ernie Barnett of Wall Hills with
his horse and cart when he measured the milk into the jug
at the back door. The manure left in the street was
gathered up by local residents. A tree was planted in the
front garden and the horse use to lean over the hedge and
devoured the lot morning by morning.
The workhouse at the bottom of the road (Leadon Bank) was
used by the tramps who had to break stones and chop wood
before moving on. I can remember my mother giving each
tramp a piece of bread and filling his billy-can before
they went elsewhere.
In 1937 we had bathrooms built onto the houses above the
coalhouse and an outside toilet. The Preece family business
built these and I have a photograph of the men on the
scaffolding in their best suits and trilby hats.
We used to frequent the hopfields along the Worcester Road
where Jack Parry used to weigh the hops and we were well
known for singing with gusto round the crib. How these
sunny autumnal days stick in my mind and in the twilight of
the evening the rich and colourful sunsets.
Where Belle Orchard Close is now, 'Gittings Lorries" were
kept in line, This was before they took the Garage on at
Parkway. Beyond that was a pathway which led to Mr. Barnes
allotment where he grew fresh vegetables. As children we
were sent to buy these each week. Before reaching the
garden there was a barn storing orange juice for Schweppes.
All I can remember is running past thousands of wasps.
As children we used to go to the Drill Hall for concerts
which was roughly on the site of Somerfields. Some showed
their old cine films which we thought were fantastic.
My late father Hubert (Ike) Madders played golf so the
visits to LedburyClub were frequent. The entrance was
through the Hill Farm with the Coneygree Wood on one side
and Eastnor on the other. A few yards away was Fairy Glen
where we used to picnic regularly. I can recall my father
putting his golf clubs into the boot of the car on a
Saturday night so as my grandfather would not know he
played on a Sunday.
Shops we visited were Brays Outfitters (now Orangery and C
& G) also Brays shoe shop; Shirvingtons shoe repairers
(Head to Toe); Miss Minetts sweet shop (next to Jenkins
fruiterers); Walters the drapers (Sez} sold anything from
an evening gown to any coloured button you required; Miss
Chadd (Seconds Ahead) sold delicious ice cream; Mr &
Mrs. Vincer (First Page) was a bakery where the old man
said I would turn into a chocolate bun. Father Christmas
played a big part in my young life but when I began to read
I noticed Denslows on the side of the new dolls pram and
that gave it all away. Denslows was where Clarke Roxburgh
is now.
As mentioned before my mother was part of the builders
business in the Southend. One early memory is walking down
the yard to the house, the workshops continued down for
quite a way to include carpenters, plumbers and builders.
Frank Shinn was one of the carpenters and once one of the
Preece boys emptied his sandwiches and refilled them with
sawdust. Was he in trouble!!
Mother's brother Robert ran the business at No. 7 where the
workmen were, Cecil ran No. 10, another shop. Even today
when I hear anyone whistling in the street I think of Josh
Haines who was the chimney Sweep who lived where the Olive
Tree is now. I used to run down to the bottom of the garden
to watch the broom come out of the chimney. Josh was the
favourite of everyone.
I started school at the Abbey School now Abbey House in the
Homend. Charlotte Ballard was the Headmistress known as
Lottie. The most vivid memory I have of this time was
having my left hand tied behind my back with string to make
sure I wrote with the right hand, in fact I did everything
left handed so I went home and complained to my parents and
all they said “and quite right too, we don't want anyone
left handed in this family”. I was aghast. I am still
ambidextrous and at one time played tennis with both hands.
In 1939 I dreaded having to practice with gas masks on.
As a family we used to travel by train to Gloucester
starting at Ledbury Station, Ledbury Halt, Greenway,
Dymock, Four Oaks, Malswick, Newent, Barbers Bridge and
Gloucester. This was picturesque whatever time of year but
in the Spring when the wild daffodils were out it was
beautiful. Everyone called it the daffodil line.
To
be continued…..
