My name is Eric Ravenscroft,
I lived in Alcock street where I was born in 1948 to Father Albert and mother Iris Ravenscroft.
My Grandfather and Grandmother Charle and Nellie Reynolds and their son Eric who was my uncle,my mother’s brother also lived close by or with us, I am not sure as I was about three years old when we left to move to Brays Road Sheldon and our sunshine flat.
I have a sister Patricia and a brother Barry both older than I.
I do remember some details from those early years, although some of those memories may have come from later heresay but I am sure of being outside the Great Western pub in my pram with my milk bottle full of milk with a teat on it and the plumes of smoke emanating from within to reveal my grandmother and other women shelling their peas etc for Sunday lunch.
I do remember but vaguely the shop Ransfords,and especially the bombed buildings which we used to play on. Other memories are the animals banging into our door as they passed, no doubt on their way to the slaughter houses. Arches,horse and carts,barrows were all commonplace then along with many other early memories, some as I said earlier possibly from later conversations.
If anyone remembers any of this or is otherwise interested please contact me.
Many Regards,
Eric Ravenscroft.