Coalville

Read and share memories of Coalville and Leicestershire inspired by Frith photos

My Grandad Jim

My name is kerry & my favourite memory of coalville when i was younger is my Grandad, his name was Jim Watts. he was a coalminer for quite a few years & he was also Mayor of coalville. i remember going to the dog track with my dad, Alan & having to wait around for my grandad to come out. if i remember right after there he would go to the halfway house & 'just wet his lips' before he went home. i would have been about 9 or 10 years old at the time, i'm 38 now. i never thought i would hear myself say ' i can remember when all this was fields', i definately can hear ...read more here
Contributed by kerry tucker

My Grandad Jim

My name is kerry & my favourite memory of coalville when i was younger is my Grandad, his name was Jim Watts. he was a coalminer for quite a few years & he was also Mayor of coalville. i remember going to the dog track with my dad, Alan & having to wait around for my grandad to come out. if i remember right after there he would go to the halfway house & 'just wet his lips' before he went home. i would have been about 9 or 10 years old at the time, i'm 38 now. i never thought i would hear myself say ' i can remember when all this was fields', i definately can hear ...read more here
A memory of Coalville contributed by kerry tucker

In loving memory of my dad JIMMY aka james chambers.!!

I want my dad to be remembered by all you that knew him he was born in coalville and spent his days growing up in witwick.The memories i have of my dad are all good he was always smiling and doing benny hill impresions.Iremember he always had a smile for everyone and everybody who he met loved him he was a bit of a jack the lad,everyone knew him and the family and the family knew everyone.My grandad James Robert Chambers worked in the coal mine in coalville i also think my uncle frank did also. My dad was head game keeper for ages and i remember living in switherland hall in Keepers cottage.We moved around alot but my ...read more here
A memory of Whitwick contributed by julie chambers

HEY UP ME DUCK

1953 were a special year for me and Great Britain - we climbed Everest, the Coronation, the parties. We had just moved into a new council estate, they were all prefrabricated houses after the war and supposed to only last a few years to help the housing shortage, but they are still standing. The estate had a green in the centre of it, we played football from dawn to dusk and met all my new mates.
A memory of Shepshed contributed by KEITH COMMONSA