When I first went to the Grammar School in late 1946, the underground air-raid shelters were still in place as raised mounds in the area…
In 1948 I was lucky enough to pass the 11-plus and win a place at Burton Boys’ Grammar School, becoming a “Grammar Grub” as such…
In the 1950s the RAF seemed to be very exciting. The new RAF fighter planes the Supermarine Swift and the Hawker Hunter broke several world…
On the face of it there’s never been anything special about Bond Street. Nothing at all, except, that is, for many of us who used…
Life is punctuated by defining moments, how many defining moments we are allotted in life I have no idea, but do we recognise them when…
I started at Burton Grammar School around 8-45am on September 7th 1950. Mick Johnson who also lived in Albert Street, and I, were the first…