My Ledbury

My name is Brian Morris and I want to use these pages to tell you about Ledbury as I remember it and what it was like to grow up in this lovely little town and all the changes that I have seen in my lifetime. I hope you find it as interesting reading about it as I have writing about it.

If you know me and shared the same adventures and fun with me then please let me know and remind me of them using the link to my e-mail just below. Thanks.

I  thought I should write a little bit about myself and my family and maybe you might get some idea of the sort of person I am now. Reading through the rest of the site, you will probably deduce what kind of yob I was as a youngster. I'm only joking really. I was no angel, but I wasn't a psycopath either. As kids, my friends and I didn't go around beating up old ladies to get a few quid for drugs. We were brought up to respect older people and got a clip around the ear-ol' if you didn't. I'm not kidding either.

Anyway, on with the little bit of info about me which I will be adding to when I have the time. Thanks for reading anyway.

I was born on the 17th of September 1951, the exact time I don’t know, in the small market town of Ledbury in the county of Hereford. My parents Douglas and May Morris, both now sadly deceased were, at the time of my birth, living in what I can only term as emergency accommodation. It was actually the old Prisoner of War camp, known simply at the time as “The Camp”. There weren’t any proper houses at the time, just the old nissen huts previously occupied by German and Italian prisoners of war, some of whom stayed on in Ledbury after the war and  became a part of the local community.

         Anyway, I don’t remember any thing about my short time living in a nissen hut because we were soon living in a new house in Margaret Road, number 32 to be precise which was home until I married and moved to this damned awful city of Hereford. Awful because they seem only concerned with preserving the old way of life without moving forward and I believe the two can go together.

 Well, I had four sisters and one brother. Sadly, two of my sisters I never knew because they died before I was born. Margaret was five years old and was knocked down on a zebra crossing in Ledbury just before Christmas 1943 when my father was in Italy serving with the royal artillery. Unfortunately with circumstances prevailing, he wasn’t allowed home for her funeral. The other sister was Jeanette who developed measles complicated by pneumonia. She was just fourteen months old when she died..                       

These are the two sisters that I did know. Pat and Mary. Sadly, Mary is no longer with us having died tragically at the age of 32 in 1985. I guess that anyone who knows me will know the circumstances of her death in S. Wales where she lived with her three children.

My father worked all his life, most of it as a lorry driver and mum worked most of her life at Ledbury preserves where they made loads of jam. I'm not sure what they make there nowadays. Then there is my elder brother, Ray who lives in Tewkesbury. He's ten years older than me so I didn't really have a lot to do with him when I was a nipper. Now that's enough about me so now it's time to carry on reading my memories of a Ledbury long gone and sadly missed.

I would like to hear from anyone who knows me or anyone who has any information or would like to correct any mistakes I may have made in my recollections of the Ledbury I grew up in.

If you have any old photographs of Ledbury which were taken circa 1950's 1960's I will  be pleased to include them on my site. You can e-mail me at the address below.  Thanks.

                                      brian.thewriter@gmail.com

                

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