MEMORIES SHARED BY OUR MEMBERS
From the bottom of Coppice Road and up to Mapperley were gardens and the Rifle Range (the Butts) where the local Volunteer Regiment did their firing practice.
For hundreds of years, the town coppice was the source of timber used by the Nottingham Corporation for the construction and repair of buildings and bridges.
In the 17th century, the corporation attempted to sink pits beneath the well-established oaks in the search for coal , trying at least twice but without success.
Another major road in the area was Coppice Road (later renamed Ransom Road), a thoroughfare constructed in 1837, as part of a road building and repaving scheme to put labourers with families back to work. Connecting Coppice Lodge to Mapperley Plain, the road passed through the coppice, with toll gates at each end, and a toll house at the bottom for horses and carts. This later became St Ann’s Well Road Police Station.
For hundreds of years, the town coppice was the source of timber used by the Nottingham Corporation for the construction and repair of buildings and bridges.
In the 17th century, the corporation attempted to sink pits beneath the well-established oaks in the search for coal , trying at least twice but without success.
Another major road in the area was Coppice Road (later renamed Ransom Road), a thoroughfare constructed in 1837, as part of a road building and repaving scheme to put labourers with families back to work. Connecting Coppice Lodge to Mapperley Plain, the road passed through the coppice, with toll gates at each end, and a toll house at the bottom for horses and carts. This later became St Ann’s Well Road Police Station.
From the bottom of Coppice Road and up to Mapperley were gardens and the Rifle Range (the Butts) where the local Volunteer Regiment did their firing practice. - The Coppice 'Rec' has a long history indeed. My mother recalls that the annual Flower Shows (Rose Show?) Horticultural shows were held here too. She recalled marquees being there. Can you just imagine the sight!?...Mavis Baker Click here to follow this comment link
Terry Sleaford:- . . .This must be pretty unique! Another one from the vaults of time. The caption to this picture states "St Anns Well Road Board School (House Football Team)" and is dated April 1934. My dad (George) is the one with the ball and he'd be 10y 4m old at that time. ........... - what a motley crew! Anyone recognise their fathers/grandfathers?
Tony Miller: "Coppice Rec. playing football with an old school mate 'Geggy' Brian Guest ex Norland Rd. approx. 1954. Brian was a very good sportsman...Cricket, Football, you name it he could play it..and he usually was the "Goalie" so at least he kept warm... Don't ask me why I have got a tie on...happy times... "Up on the Rec."
17th May 2017 Many happy memories of this rec. Long summers, weekends, evenings....as long as you were home for the next meal the world was your oyster. Great to see the plaque for our memories.
Dorothy Davies
Dorothy Davies
12 February 2015 ·
Geoff Freeman
I was mucking about on the swings on Coppice Rec' once and at the height of my forward swing I jumped off and landed badly on the grass verge. I saw flashing lights, went deaf and every last ounce of air was driven from me. I couldn't move or breathe for about ten seconds. I genuinely though I was dying.
Anyone else had a near death experience in their St. Ann's childhood?
Margaret Adams
No, but my 2 brothers did, in separate incidents, and I was the older "in charge " sibling, that still carries the guilt.. My brother Pete, left my grip, run across the road, and was hit by a car, on Alfred street, it was hit and run.. I watched him get rolled down the road, and I ran off and hid, in a loading bay nearby, hands over my ears, when I heard the bells of the ambulance. He was in hospital for 3 weeks, then home. With plaster of Paris covering his body and down one leg.
The other one, was my brother Leon, he was in his pram. Parked at the side of those heavy swing boats, a kid took the break off, and the pram rolled, I'm the path of the swing boat, that knocked him clean out of the pram, a man picked him up, covered his bleeding head with something, and carried him to the police station, to call for an ambulance. He came home that evening, and lay in his cot with just a plaster on his forehead. Recovered well. He's in his 50s now, and developed a brain tumour.. Even though the experts said, there was no link. I do wonder. Pete ended up in traction as a teenager, due to those injuries, and developed a mental illness.. So who knows.
12 February 2015 at 04:58 ·
Hayley Frearson
My poor dad auntie Margaret Keena lol xx
12 February 2015 at 05:08 ·
Geoff Freeman
Woah. Makes my swing incident seem insignificant!
12 February 2015 at 06:05 ·
Margi Dunum
I was coming out of Walter Halls School on my own for some reason, late afternoon, foggy. I decided I didn't want to walk along Woodborough Road to get the no.9 bus down Porchester Road, and decided to walk home via Wells Road instead. WHY? Anyway, as I was crossing Wells Road in the fog, a car came racing down and rammed on his brakes with a squeal. Another inch and I would have been a gonner. Lots of questions here: it's been puzzling me on and off for years.
12 February 2015 at 18:29 ·
Eileen Forry
My older brother Pete was climbing in the Church at the bottom of the Chase (late 60's) and fell backwards onto the spiked fence surrounding the Church and punctured his lung but lived to boast about his scar for years after thank goodness.
12 February 2015 at 20:08 ·
Kath Whitham
Yes unfortunately I had one at Rose hill School dentist when I had to have the gas to put me out I remember being where there was a bright light and I wanted to stay in it but suddenly a tunnel was pulling me down I could see three Devils one big in the center and two smaller one's at the side .I came out fighting turned out it was the dentist and two nurser's Trying to bring me round .I over heared the dentist saying to my mam they nearly lost me at the time I took it for what it was it was only later I realised what it meant
23 February 2015 at 21:17 ·
Glennis Smith
i hated that dentist at rose hill clinic
24 February 2015 at 00:13 ·
Geoff Jones
me too the smell of the gas lasted for ages, i can still smell it now when i think of that place
24 February 2015 at 02:27 ·
Arthur Hancock
I was smashed in the head by a swingboat on Bath St Park and came around laying on a bench with the Park keeper slapping me around the face. He stood me up and sent me packing with the right side of my face covered in blood. I must have walked more sideways than I did forwards on the way home; calling at my Aunt Pats' on Wasnidge St, who, when she saw the state of me, said "you're not coming in here covered in blood" and sent me packing again. Ah the good old days; no-one gave a monkeys about us.
24 February 2015 at 02:42 · Like
Kay Burford
I caught my heel in the top step of our stairs, and tippled over and over, landing in our shop just about unconscious l thought i was a gonna that day... Dr. Dillion had to come out to me.. to make matters worse my boyfriends father had just brought me home from his house in Leicestershire, so i put on quite a performance for him..Very embarrassing..
24 February 2015 at 12:49 ·
Margaret Adams
Oh Arthur.. Tough that. Certainly not mollycoddled were we. My mam made me go to stay with her neighbour, who was moving from Sneinton to Strelly.
To help out with her kids, 2 of which had learning disabilities. It was quite challenging for me, I was only 10 or 11.
One very wet Sunday morning, she sent me out to get a shilling for the meter. I couldn't. She sent me out 3 times. The last time, telling me not to come back, until I had the right change.
So I headed home, walking from Strelly, to Sneinton, in the pouring rain, crying, freezing, and stopping every now and then to adjust the wet cardboard covering the holes in my plimsoles. I never went back.
24 February 2015 at 17:01 ·
Jean Taylor
My sister Sue was friends with the Mitchell family that lived 9 Norland road, they moved to Bestwood and Sue went to stay a couple of days new house had a middle glass door ...playing Sue put her arm through the glass ....Then in fright pulled it back ,it was an horrendous wound and she still bares an awful scar as a reminder. so when i fell out my shoe and had 2 stitches in my little toe, it was nothing ..The pillow box bottom of Peas Hill road is where i busted my lip it was a really foggy night, you really couldn't see a hand in front of you ,there's lots of little mishaps ,but we are here to tell the tales....Geoff that experience you had I had a similar thing happen to me age 7 having my Tonsils out , I was told took my time coming round ,I was in Chaucer street Hospital where lot's of children went .. 3 days without mam and dad and sisters. I still have the letter mam wrote me ,......Before she became mum!!!!
24 February 2015 at 17:21 ·
Geoff Freeman
Eeee - it's amazing we all survived!
24 February 2015 at 21:56 ·
Elaine Walker
As a small child I suffered every Winter from bronchitis. One day, while lying in bed with bronchitis, I suddenly went blue and stopped breathing. My mother gave me a sharp knock in the middle of my back and I began to breathe again. I was about 4yrs old and can vaguely remember this.
25 February 2015 at 00:48 ·
Geoff Freeman
I was mucking about on the swings on Coppice Rec' once and at the height of my forward swing I jumped off and landed badly on the grass verge. I saw flashing lights, went deaf and every last ounce of air was driven from me. I couldn't move or breathe for about ten seconds. I genuinely though I was dying.
Anyone else had a near death experience in their St. Ann's childhood?
Margaret Adams
No, but my 2 brothers did, in separate incidents, and I was the older "in charge " sibling, that still carries the guilt.. My brother Pete, left my grip, run across the road, and was hit by a car, on Alfred street, it was hit and run.. I watched him get rolled down the road, and I ran off and hid, in a loading bay nearby, hands over my ears, when I heard the bells of the ambulance. He was in hospital for 3 weeks, then home. With plaster of Paris covering his body and down one leg.
The other one, was my brother Leon, he was in his pram. Parked at the side of those heavy swing boats, a kid took the break off, and the pram rolled, I'm the path of the swing boat, that knocked him clean out of the pram, a man picked him up, covered his bleeding head with something, and carried him to the police station, to call for an ambulance. He came home that evening, and lay in his cot with just a plaster on his forehead. Recovered well. He's in his 50s now, and developed a brain tumour.. Even though the experts said, there was no link. I do wonder. Pete ended up in traction as a teenager, due to those injuries, and developed a mental illness.. So who knows.
12 February 2015 at 04:58 ·
Hayley Frearson
My poor dad auntie Margaret Keena lol xx
12 February 2015 at 05:08 ·
Geoff Freeman
Woah. Makes my swing incident seem insignificant!
12 February 2015 at 06:05 ·
Margi Dunum
I was coming out of Walter Halls School on my own for some reason, late afternoon, foggy. I decided I didn't want to walk along Woodborough Road to get the no.9 bus down Porchester Road, and decided to walk home via Wells Road instead. WHY? Anyway, as I was crossing Wells Road in the fog, a car came racing down and rammed on his brakes with a squeal. Another inch and I would have been a gonner. Lots of questions here: it's been puzzling me on and off for years.
12 February 2015 at 18:29 ·
Eileen Forry
My older brother Pete was climbing in the Church at the bottom of the Chase (late 60's) and fell backwards onto the spiked fence surrounding the Church and punctured his lung but lived to boast about his scar for years after thank goodness.
12 February 2015 at 20:08 ·
Kath Whitham
Yes unfortunately I had one at Rose hill School dentist when I had to have the gas to put me out I remember being where there was a bright light and I wanted to stay in it but suddenly a tunnel was pulling me down I could see three Devils one big in the center and two smaller one's at the side .I came out fighting turned out it was the dentist and two nurser's Trying to bring me round .I over heared the dentist saying to my mam they nearly lost me at the time I took it for what it was it was only later I realised what it meant
23 February 2015 at 21:17 ·
Glennis Smith
i hated that dentist at rose hill clinic
24 February 2015 at 00:13 ·
Geoff Jones
me too the smell of the gas lasted for ages, i can still smell it now when i think of that place
24 February 2015 at 02:27 ·
Arthur Hancock
I was smashed in the head by a swingboat on Bath St Park and came around laying on a bench with the Park keeper slapping me around the face. He stood me up and sent me packing with the right side of my face covered in blood. I must have walked more sideways than I did forwards on the way home; calling at my Aunt Pats' on Wasnidge St, who, when she saw the state of me, said "you're not coming in here covered in blood" and sent me packing again. Ah the good old days; no-one gave a monkeys about us.
24 February 2015 at 02:42 · Like
Kay Burford
I caught my heel in the top step of our stairs, and tippled over and over, landing in our shop just about unconscious l thought i was a gonna that day... Dr. Dillion had to come out to me.. to make matters worse my boyfriends father had just brought me home from his house in Leicestershire, so i put on quite a performance for him..Very embarrassing..
24 February 2015 at 12:49 ·
Margaret Adams
Oh Arthur.. Tough that. Certainly not mollycoddled were we. My mam made me go to stay with her neighbour, who was moving from Sneinton to Strelly.
To help out with her kids, 2 of which had learning disabilities. It was quite challenging for me, I was only 10 or 11.
One very wet Sunday morning, she sent me out to get a shilling for the meter. I couldn't. She sent me out 3 times. The last time, telling me not to come back, until I had the right change.
So I headed home, walking from Strelly, to Sneinton, in the pouring rain, crying, freezing, and stopping every now and then to adjust the wet cardboard covering the holes in my plimsoles. I never went back.
24 February 2015 at 17:01 ·
Jean Taylor
My sister Sue was friends with the Mitchell family that lived 9 Norland road, they moved to Bestwood and Sue went to stay a couple of days new house had a middle glass door ...playing Sue put her arm through the glass ....Then in fright pulled it back ,it was an horrendous wound and she still bares an awful scar as a reminder. so when i fell out my shoe and had 2 stitches in my little toe, it was nothing ..The pillow box bottom of Peas Hill road is where i busted my lip it was a really foggy night, you really couldn't see a hand in front of you ,there's lots of little mishaps ,but we are here to tell the tales....Geoff that experience you had I had a similar thing happen to me age 7 having my Tonsils out , I was told took my time coming round ,I was in Chaucer street Hospital where lot's of children went .. 3 days without mam and dad and sisters. I still have the letter mam wrote me ,......Before she became mum!!!!
24 February 2015 at 17:21 ·
Geoff Freeman
Eeee - it's amazing we all survived!
24 February 2015 at 21:56 ·
Elaine Walker
As a small child I suffered every Winter from bronchitis. One day, while lying in bed with bronchitis, I suddenly went blue and stopped breathing. My mother gave me a sharp knock in the middle of my back and I began to breathe again. I was about 4yrs old and can vaguely remember this.
25 February 2015 at 00:48 ·
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