Lockdown has it's benefits. Unlimited time to browse, I am pleased to have found this topic and hope that it is still "live". I lived at 106 with my dad Jim and two elder sisters Iris and Joyce, still with us. The house was opposite Homers yard, the Britt a few doors down. Born '38, left when married '59. After St Annes I went to Grammar School and what with homework. girls and motorbikes (not necessarily in that order!), I lost touch with many pals. Johnny Dixon was across the road, his uncle the cobbler, I can still smell the sheets of leather. I knew the Bowdens, Crossleys and many other families. Roy Troughton kept pigeons, Brian King (Alma Crescent) came fishing with me in Coleshill, Keith Brown (Duddeston Mill) was a fellow motorbike fan.
So many shops. We were across from Greens, and I can name ten others! Mr Richardson, a war pensioner, had a modified Morris 8. Cars were few, my dad cycled to work at Morris Commercial. He drank at the Britt and most of the many other pubs and clubs. After our wedding at St Matthews (the Rev Thomas) we went to the MCC Social Club (Alum Rock?)
Now in Devon, My Inkerman days a fond memory and constant fascination to my family!