I remember going to Critchelows corner shop to get my sweets before I went to school, I also remember walking across the fields with my brother to get to Blurton Road Chemist because that was the only one in Blurton at the time to get my mums prescription, we used to buy a liquorice root stick to eat on the way back we always went back via the brook so we could jump it Happy Days!!!!

I remember I was about 10 and Critchilows Corner was a derelict building at this point, probably in 2000, and we used to try get in to see what it was like inside. I moved away but do visit the area from time to time and it's a housing esate now, seems a shame.

Circulate more from the 1970s

Reestablish long standing dates

Assemble more years for approval I’d like to see 1970-80 digitised

Kindly add 1989 thank you

1968-1985 we need please

My interest lies in Wedgwood pottery and royal doulton the 50-70s issues would be of great benefit

searching for more details on northern soul in the 70s which centred around stoke on Trent

Publish more from the archives

Supply us more years

1971-1985

It would be of great benefit to add the 1970s full set o dates

Supply more dates we need to equivalent of the Liverpool Echo

Add 1980-85!!

Thanks team

The Miss Georges were relatives of my husband, Allen George. We believe they died in the 1970's when they were in their eighties. Allen remembers them in the 1950's, they lived in the cottages, St Mary's Cottage and St Martha's Cottage on Great Hales Street. He remembers there were bill boards at the Railway Station, by the cinema and on Phoenix Bank where the Ladies used to stick their posters.
We visited the Market Drayton Museum and were pleased to find a photograph of the Miss Georges (their names were Harriet and Alice ) and also some original posters. Although fragile, the colours and design of the posters remain impressive, they advertised such things as Raleigh cycles and mens clothing. The Miss George's father was Thomas George who was also a Bill Poster and we believe that his father, Abraham, was one also.
This picture interested us because we wondered if these posters had been posted by the Miss Georges.

Nothing new added for weeks

Just more and more Scottish papers

My grandfather, John Green, lived in Market Drayton and was a conjuror, entertainer, guitarist, ventriloquist and artist. My grandmother was Annie Caroline Green and they had 7 children. Does anyone have any memories of the family.

A trip to Market Drayton swimming pool was a massive treat for me and my cousins. We loved the feeling of the sun on our backs whilst we swam and the wonderful rural surroundings, with the church clock chiming on the hour.
Mum used to pack a picnic and we would get hot tea or ice cream from the green tea hut. As the day drew to a close we never wanted to leave.
To this day I still love to swim outdoors when ever I can and I think it is such a shame that it closed - as it gave us townies from Newcastle U Lyme a glimpse of rural life and the chance to be in the open air.
Does anyone remember the tennis courts and the secluded paddling pool ?

I lived at Betton Hall from 1942 - 1957, with my three brothers. As wartime evacuees from Manchester, we lived with the Crompton family who had three sons in the RAF; two were killed and the surviving son, who was a Lancaster bomber pilot, flew 60 missions.
We rafted on the lake in the summer when we spent long lazy hours fishing. It was idyllic, and in the winter when it froze to a thickness of several inches, we skated and sledged. Through the long hard winter of 1940, we were snowed in for weeks.
The family always dressed for dinner in the evenings when the men wore dinner suits and the ladies wore long evening gowns. They were summoned to the dining room by a loud gong which could be heard all over the house. After dinner in summer the family usually sat out on the terrace to chat and drink coffee. There was a very productive walled kitchen garden and a pretty rose garden with bee hives. It was an age that has now gone for ever.
After the death of Mr.Crompton, the house was sold to a builder who cut down all the majestic cedars and other magnificent trees. In the early 1890s, Oswald Mosley's mother took her family to live there after discovering her husband had been unfaithful to her. Now only a third of its original size, it stands as a sad but fond memory of its former self. I kept in touch with the family until the last one died six years ago, age 94.

My great grandfather, Edwin Croome, worked at the Hall from 1905 until he retired and lived at The Buntingsdale Lodge. He had several jobs; carriage driver valet (RAF) and laterley as a gardner. My grandfather Thomas Croome was born at the Lodge.