"My Memories of Tile Hill Village in the 1950's" by James David Elliott
commenced: 22nd March 2007

My Whoberley School Memories:

Early memories are a little faded from the passing of time. I recall the headmistress Miss Malins of the infant’s school was the headmaster of the senior’s daughter ( keeping it in the family) ! I was sent as a punishment for playing truant to her to be made to dig a couple of rows in the garden beside the classroom and plant strawberries. They surprisingly yielded a reasonable crop that was shared between the teachers while my share was procured during the gathering session!
When playing truant Graham Robbins and myself would go over Capel’s fields and play by the brook and on two occasions were caught by my Uncle Clarence who worked on nearby Capel’s farm.
On moving to the junior school all went quite smoothly with interests in art, football and real gardening, always keeping our minds and bodies occupied so no time for serious truancy.
Mr lee was the gardening teacher and at this time is the only name that springs to mind.
Senior school much the same but with a more serious approach to discipline which I think taught us that there are rules to be adhered to in life. Teachers were allowed (within reason) to issue on the spot punishments, which we grew to respect. I performed in various productions of Opera’s namely “Iolanthe, Merry England and Toad of Toad Hall”, which we all enjoyed immensely, especially the snogging in the wings when no authority was watching!
Teachers names remembered are:
Mr Harris, Mr Aldridge, Miss Jones (purple hair) , Mr Lee - maybe others can add to these?

Where Tile Hill South is now there used to be a gun site housing anti aircraft guns and billets. After the war we rolled hard-boiled eggs at Easter down a crater caused by a dropped German bomb in the vicinity of the flats on Gravel Hill.

I am 11 years old now (my best friend being Graham Robbins) and attending Whoberly Secondary Modern School and am part of a family that is not particularly well off so material things are few and far between. Most of our entertainment was simple and self-motivated like 5 stones played with pebbles, tip it made from carved wood and walking miles over the fields when not being chased by George Duggins the local blacksmith or the owner of Nailcotte Hall for pinching his conkers (used for another of our pleasures). We, like the children of today also played on the railway banks but were always chased off by the local line - man (known to our parents) who had a work hut between Tile Hill Station and the half-mile tunnel. We never tried to disrupt or endanger trains and passengers – it just never occurred to us – we waved, watched chatted and took train numbers for hours.
The village on the whole was a comfortable and friendly place to live with the boundaries mainly in the valley. You could leave doors unlocked then at night and have no fear of break-ins. Scrumping and the occasional returning of pop bottles we picked up at the side of Mr Harry Chick’s for a penny a time was about the worst crimes committed in the village.
We had a resident village Bobby (PC Birchill) to keep us kids in line living in the house next door to Viners Garage. The little Police station room being built onto the side of the house but I’m not sure if it had a cell within though for real criminals.
We had a resident doctors surgery on the corner of Hathaway road with Dr Kerr and Dr Stuart in attendance who I remember vividly stitching my leg with 5 stitches and no anaesthetic, 3 inside and 2 out, do I remember that!
I lived in Conway Avenue, which at that time was unadopted and so in a terrible state, brick ends and rubble from top to bottom. One would not have been able to ride a bike down it. The Bourne sisters walked their cattle up and down every morning and night to a field at the bottom for grazing. The milk from these cows supplied the milk for the community that they delivered on a home made trolley in churns or you went up to the farm to fetch it and they also worked the farm.
In the avenue we had a Post Office run by the Dyer family and Mr Carpenter a printer working from his garage printing letter heads, calling cards etc. for the surrounding larger companies.

We had a personal teacher that taught privileged children where the post office was.

Nailcotte Ave looking up from the “Patch” entrance.

In Nailcotte Ave there was a grocery shop ran by Mr & Mrs Liversey and on the original photograph you can see the advert on the side of the house (top left) for “Lyons Tea”. The little path at the bottom of the photo on the right is the entrance to that we kids call “the patch” but apparently was called “Cross road” and connected Conway Avenue to Nailcote Avenue. Mrs Heath the resident nurse at 69 Conway ran a club in a wooden hut in the patch and also there was an air raid shelter both providing fun for us kids. Graham and I also went on regular occasions to Mr and Mrs Grattans (the last bungalow at the bottom right) where they let us draw straws from a drum with day by day recommendations for a good Christian day rolled up inside.

Nailcotte Ave looking up from the Mr McCrainers bungalow. On the corner of Duggins Lane.

Station Avenue looking up towards The Bell inn on the left and carrying on into banner lane.

Located on the corner was Viners garage where petrol and car repairs were carried out along with a limited amount of car spare parts.

Being spoilt for choice there was another grocery shop called Nellie Smith’s in Station Ave.
They supplied hardware as well as groceries with the hardware stored and sold from a wooden garage type addition at the front of the store (this was turned into a café at a later date) and a small shed housing the potatoes and tinned fruits etc.

The terraced house connected to Bates the butchers at the top and opposite the garage was owned by the Wise family (Father, Mother and son). Then Bates the Butchers shop that is still being worked as a more versatile butchers shop and the third privately owned but was a solicitor’s office the name of which I think was Abbots but not sure.

My Painting from memory of the Wine Lodge – Wool shop – Mr Chick’s Paper Shop in the 1950’s

Further down Station Avenue was one building containing 3 shops Mr & Mrs Chick’s the paper and sweet shop, the wool / dress shop owned by Mrs Tye and the wine lodge. I had the pleasure of delivering papers for her going to Station Ave, Conway Ave, Nailcotte Ave, Duggins lane (round the 2 mile block) and Tanners lane all before school and for a pittance compared to today’s rates.
The local meeting place for the adults was the Bell Inn where many fishing stories were told and women caught up with gossip. There was a bowling green to the rear of the pub that my granddad and uncle kept in pristine condition for the more serious minded sportsmen. Beer drinking was taken just as serious as it is today with the big drinkers waddling there way home for Sunday dinner and the remainder stretching out the conversation after pub closure.

My Painting from memory of the Bell Inn in the 1950’s

Ran by = Mr and Mrs Bull then Mr & Mrs Taylor and Daughter Justine
among others I have yet to recall.

The village boasted it’s own village hall and vicarage where the vicar put on garden fete’s in his garden on celebratory occasions to make funds for good causes. These were brilliant occasions where the village people and surrounding farmers etc would all meet and pull together to make it a grand day out for all. It also acted a way of bringing the congregation together – something lacking in today’s society.
He and the congregation did bowling for the pig, skittles, and various fairground types of stalls.
I personally enjoyed these functions immensely as everyone always seemed to enjoy and have fun together.

Tile Hill Vicarage
This is where the garden fetes were held for all around. I remember the wooden bowl and skittles, although there were many other functions going on. Right behind the building is Tile Hill woods where we spent most of our after school time as we could hear our Mothers calling us for tea. I don’t recall a great deal about the vicar in fact the only mindful event was when I rang the Sunday school bell because he was late for classes. When he did arrive and ask “Who rang the bell” my “friends” all stood up pointing to me. It was them that had dared me to ring it to hurry him up.

My Painting from memory of the Church Hall in the 1950’s

The village hall played its part as well having a Sunday school for us kids, women’s meetings, wedding receptions and various other functions. We were called to church with the tolling of the Bell every Sunday morning and afternoon. The one function that comes to mind was the time we approached the Vicar to use the hall for a disco ran by us. We had an electrical record player (nothing fancy) and we purchased non alcoholic drinks from Mrs Chick’s at a reduced price with her taking back what we couldn’t sell along with the empties at a penny each. The Vicar also demanded a portion of the takings leaving Derek, Bill and myself with a little profit. It was quite popular with the local youth, good fun and was trouble free because they knew if trouble erupted the Vicar would withdraw his permission. Along both sides of the hall were well-tended garden allotments, one plot being rented by my Uncle Clarence and my stepfather. I also played a minor part clearing weeds and fetching and carrying tea and sandwiches. The field to the side and rear was I assumed rented to George Duggins for his horses, as there were always horses in the field. Opposite we had what we called Fishers banks, as it was on the now Torrington Ave called because the Standard Triumph body works were on the other side of the road. Two bodies at a time were transported from B’ham to here for dipping and spraying on a 24-hour shift system before going on to Standards Fletchamstead works. They actually caused quite a nuisance because when they were passing the residential part of Nailcotte and Conway Ave. all night and day – the rattle from the empty body shells would wake the devil.

Accommodation for troops during the War was provided in Duggins lane with prefabs, very large dance hall / cinema and on site shops and after the troubles for poor families.

Owned by the Duggins family it had a large house to the rear of the “Smithy” with a brook running through the land. The last owner before being demolished for redevelopment was Mr George Duggins lived to the ripe old age of -- . He was the fittest man for his age that I have ever known ( in his younger years chasing us off his fields and regularly catching us) walking
at a fast pace everywhere he went on foot, one of those people for whom time seems to stand still.
Another interest was spending time watching George forging and fitting shoes to horses. The ringing of the anvil and the sizzling smell of the horse’s hooves when he burnt the shoes on..

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Abbots owned the house next to the butchers in Station Ave but also opened onto Conway via a latch gate. We used to go and watch all the local bigwigs (gentry) playing illegal games of cards in an old gypsy type caravan sited under a pear tree. (Yes we did scrump the pears whenever we could.) out of sight of the village bobby –PC, Burchill. Other friends around my age in the Avenue were Ronald Bowers and Sheila Twycross, Laurie Eaves, Barbara Weaver, Norman Spencer, Bill and Derick Shakespeare, David and Cathleen Carpenter and John Duguid all of us met over the Patch and played in Bournes field behind the village hotel named “Hewendon or on rope swings in the trees. “Kim” our old English sheepdog unearthed a wasp’s nest in the bank and frightened us all into running away.
Mrs Heath had a wooden hut in the patch part that they held cubs meetings or such in. On the corner was an air raid shelter made of solid reinforced concrete and smelt inside like an old toilet. Could not have stayed in there for long even if bombs were dropping. Chatted a girl in the house on the corner called Jill Reaves – I think she fancied me but was to tall for me so I called it a day although she was stunning..
A hardware van did regular deliveries to your door from Chatterways of Balsall Common supplying among other things Paraffin for the home portable heaters and other household haberdashery items.

More names

Tanners Lane.
There was a small shop in the front room of the house selling potatoes, sweets, fags and a limited amount of grocery items at the top of Conway Avenue called Mrs Hill’s. My mother used to send me to her shop as she would open a packet of Woodbines and sell me 2 wrapped in a sweet bag. The rest and were left in the original packet selling them individually to other customers in the same financial state. We couldn’t afford to buy the 10 or 20’s packets.

Opposite the top of Conway avenue was Tanyard Farm owned and run by the Bourne family. There were two sisters Sis and ? who ran the farm, and three brothers. Tom, Dan and Alfred.
Dan Bourne lived in a caravan on land in Conway opposite Bowers’s – number?

At the age of 13 Graham and myself worked on Mr and Mrs Herst’s farm as weekend assistants and in the harvest periods at night after school. This was one of the most memorable times in my life . Working with the animals especially the 2 shire working horses and with George. I remember giving one of them cough mixture with the vet present by holding it’s tongue as far out as you could comfortably get it then pour the whole bottle down his throat. Phil Taylor was the main farmhand and lived in a cottage up the entrance lane. His wife cooked the most remarkable meals I have ever had which we ate in the scullery at first and then were privileged to eat with them in the main dining room..



2009 – 05 told I am going to die of terminal cancer to the kidney / lung /lymph nodes stomach and urinary tract ------ what a mess eh

In memory of James David Elliott
30th January 1939 – 23rd September 2009


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