For the old photo feature this week, I thought we’d take a stroll up to Walsall Wood. Still villagey, with some surprisingly beautiful buildings and quiet residental streets, the former mining community is a little hidden gem in the Northern Wastes. Worth exploring when you have a free afternoon. The older images are all taken from the excellent work by Jan Farrow, ‘Brownhills and Walsall Wood on old picture postcards’. As ever, if you can find a copy, do buy one.
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I’ve read somewhere that Mr Street was the first headmaster of the school nearby- certainly the junction named after the family.
Sorry for the multiple comments, but the same book (I think) has a view of the High St from the other end (at the junction of Coppice Rd), from the late 19th/early 20th century, and it’s amazing how recognisable it still is.
Hi Bob,
My grandad made the curved windows that were in the bungalow pictured above. I was really upset when the bungalow came down as it was a lasting reminder of my grandad who died when I was 3, now it’s gone a piece of our family history has gone too.
This is / was Les Jackson’s bungalow. He was the grocer whose shop stood just across the Streets Corner junction, in Lichfield Road. The grocer’s was a double-fronted shop and had wooden boards to protect the shop when it was closed. My first bar of Cadbury’s chocolate was given to me by Mr Jackson…a rare treat as this was during the rationing time juts after the war.
The bungalow faced Brownhills Road, and the footpath and kerb are still dropped. Nowadays the site has a block of flats which bears the name of the off licence which stood behind Mr Jackson’s bungalow.
With regards D. Evans