Addis/ Davies family

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, is what comes to mind, what a trail this has lead me on. Ernest Addis, Born Walsalllwood, Married, Beatrice Florence Davies,born in Madeley,Shropshire. So we all know that we will find things out, that were never talked about within families, but gob on legs here, told my dads cousin that his grandparents got married after his mom was born. Now that was 2 years after my nan was born.

I started this thread quiet a while ago, and not one skeleton, but a grave yard has come out the cupboard.
My nan was the first born then my gt Aunt Edith, then parents got married, (I assumed that Jonah was their father). I recently sent for my Nan’s birth certificate. I cannot say I was too surprised when it came and there was no father on it. So until Aunt Edith cert is sent for I will not know who her father was.

So I now have to question am I related through the paternal line to the Davies family. Although we were all a very close family, and didn’t know till now, about this event. I suppose Sherlock Holmes would have an answer.


Addis/Milward family

Now then, a very interesting thing,if I say so myself, has turned up. I was having a shufty through ancestry, and found a tree with my Addis and Milward family on. Urrrrmmmmmmmmhh, I am thinking as the first people I saw where in Australia.

So I go back to my Great Great Grandparents, and it seems that one of Elizabeth Milward’s siblings went to Australia. So more delving me thinks.

When you think about it, back in the 1800’s, it must have been a very scary thing to do. I am wondering if they went as part of the farming alliance that I found out about the other day?


Also, I have made contact with someone, whose dad is my granddad’s cousin. I was so shocked. but getting all the Photographs I have scanned and sent to his son. I do hope his dad can put some names to them. as no one else is alive to tell me.

The joys of doing your family tree.



Had a drive around Stonnell with Mom the other day, and it was wonderful to hear her stories. We started at the Church in Stonnell looking for her grandparents graves, My nan couldn’t afford a headstone, but mom is sure where they are, we had a choice of four with no headstones. She knows they were opposite her Aunt Violet, but I need to contact the church warden to find out for sure.

It is a beautiful little church, All my family got married there, I remember nans funeral too, even the postman came.

Stonnell is a small village , I remember it well as a child, but this is moms story, not mine.

After a good walk around the church yard and a lot of mom going I remember him or her, we drove down church road to the vicarage, I randg the bell to be told by a very nice lady it had been sold over thirty years before, and they no longer had a vicar, but shared one with shenstone. So sad.

We arrived at a new built bungalow, where mom used to live and was born.

This is what mom had to say:

Before I was born, there was a refugee that was at The kirkhams and her name was Janet Hall, and my brother John wanted a Janet Hall, So that is how I got my name.

Janet Hall was born at Rose cottage, Church Lane Stonnell Walsall Staffs, On 21st May 1941.  Her parents were Frances verdon Hall and John William Hall, known as Jack. Also in the Cottage was Her brother John, who was 7yrs older. also living with the family were her grandparents Mr and Mrs Keay.

The Cottage was done up by her dad, he built a veranda on the side of the cottage, which had a tap in it, and a sink in it. There were two rooms down stairs, one was where the cooking took place. outside was a brew house where the washing was done.

It had Two big bedrooms, there was two double beds in each. They didn’t have much money but they were happy. A house full of love and always clean washing.

My early memories are of my grandfather talking me outside and seeing the search lights from shenstone, they were where the AID used to be, years later it may have been the reliant factory.

I always went to Sunday school and eventually joined the church choir, the vicar then was, Mr Peter Talbot, and later on

Mr Ward Davies.

I remember running home for my school books one day and hearing my grandfather in pain, mom said he wasn’t well, the doctor came and he was sent to hospital, where he later died.

I used to spend a lot of weekends with my Aunt Hilda and Uncle Jack, who lived in warren place Brownhills. We used to go out to different places. I had a cousin Joan who I am still in contact with, she lives in Fleetwood now.

Mom had my sister Susan a few years later

At the age of 11 I went to Walsall wood school, where I met my future husband. John Addis. More on that later.

later on my mom had Linda, she was born at Aunty Hilda’s, when she arrived home Linda caught whooping cough off Susan and was taken to Moxley isolation hospital, and didn’t come home for two months.

We then moved to 148 main street Stonnall. I wasn’t there long before I got married to John. Mom and dad lived there for many years until Dad died and moved into a flat opposite, it was 136 main street Stonnal, where she lived till she died.

I was friends with Mary white, Anne busby, Jenny Nicholls, who used to help me get ready when we went out. It was a close community, and we all knew each other, we went to the pictures and the youth club together.

entering Stonnall church with mom.This is the area of the graveyard where mom's grandparents are.

It made mom very sad as she couldn’t remember out of the four unmarked graves, which two were her grandparent, Her mom couldn’t afford any headstones, and grandad Keay was pulled to church on the back of a cart.

Mom's aunty

This is the grave of mom’s aunty Violet and her husband John Whittaker. Now aunty Violet married her sister Hilda’s father-in-law. get your head around that one.

This was Rose cottage where mom grew up, All the land before the hedge belong to the cottage when mom was there.

where mom grew up

As it stands now, nothing like it used to be.

Original hedge that was there when she was a child.

This was the hedge that was there when she was growing up, I was amazed how she knew, but she did, her Grand father used to cut the hedges around the lanes for the Council, till he died.

just down from Rose cottage, on the junction

moms words:

your Nan told me that was the wall Humpty Dumpty fell off, and I believed her for years. Just down from this are some new houses and mom said there used to be a style their going over the fields.

Mom and Dads Wall

This is opposite the shops.

148 Main Street Stonnall, Mom and Dads House.

After Dad died, Mom moved into the flat Opposite. It still has the centre of the lawn cut out where Dad had his rose trees.

136 Main Street Stonnall

This is where mom moved to after Dad died. It was the upstairs flat. this is the first time I have visited since mom died.

I am hoping to get more details off my mom from her life on the village, I would like to thank her for a wonderful,although sometimes upsetting day. For sharing things I never knew.

I am adding my bit now.

I remember going to my Nan and granddad’s and having loads of fun in the field behind their house. granddad was a special man and the bond we had was wonderful. I was allowed in his shed, ok, it was only once, but no one else apart from my dad went in it.

Aunty Dot, (Smith) lived next door and Uncle Alec , Joanne used to play with my sister and myself. Aunty Dot moved into the flats too, but on the other side of the road. there used to be a short cut down the ally toward the garages to the shops, gosh the chippy used to be good. I can remember going to the shop to get my Nan’s cigarettes. I will think of the name later. Nan always sharpened the knives on the doorstep, over the years there was a groove in it.

I will keep adding to this when I get more stories.

I started doing my family tree a few years ago. I was warned to expect a few skeletons, and they wasn’t wrong.

When my nanny Addis died, mom saved a box of photos, well that is what we thought it was, until I took some  of the photos out and found a thick black envelope. As I knew everything in the box was delicate, I was very careful when retrieving the contents.

To my amazement, it had birth and death certificates  in it. One in particular puzzled me greatly. Then I remembered when I had looked on a census, and noticed a lodger. It was his birth certificate. hmmmmmmmmmmm I thought to myself.

I can go back further than the people I am going to talk about now.

Richard E Addis was born about 1859, in Walsallwood. He married Charlotte Nutting who was born about 1860. Richard died in 1892. There were many children, and I have photos of them outside the Beehive,  Hall lane Walsallwood, where they lived, now I need to do further research to find out if they moved into it before it was flats, or did they convert it to flats?

My granddad, Ernest Addis was born in 1900,Ding dong, My brain went, dad died in 1892, So who was his dad. The lodger, we worked out. It looked like he took the Addis name, I cannot find a marriage at all for him and Charlotte, but she would have taken his name. Also I am not sure if the child, born before granddad, was Richards or the lodgers.

I have loads of question on a list about them all, and I am in contact with one of the grandchildren of my grandfathers sister.

My granddad was a little ginger haired man, whom I remember fondly, sitting in his chair, smoking his Park Drive Cigarettes. He was affectionately known as Soss. I can remember him coming home from work,  going in the pantry, and with his pen knife, which he always carried, Slicing a bacon rasher off the quarter of pig hanging in there.

My Nan, had an air of grandeur about her, I will mention that later on. She was a short stout woman, who always wore a hat. She came from Madeley in Shropshire. She was the eldest of five children. She came to the Walsall area to be in service to a business Family in Walsall. I am having trouble remembering who the family were, but will add it when I have looked at my files.

Nan and Granddad lived at 188 Lichfield Road, Shire Oaks. My Dad, John Addis, and his sister Nita were born there. Although, everyone knew my dad as John, his full name was Ernest John Addis. Also living in the house was my granddad nephew, Willy or Monty, I believe he was a shunter at the pit.. He even went on honeymoon with my Grandparents. Later on he worked at Aldridge Plastics, I found out he also worked at the BRD too. He had a gammy leg, due to having polio when a child.

Granddad Soss, drove the Lord Kitchener, At Walsallwood colliery, I remember mom taking me to the track, when we lived on Clayhanger to wave to him. He had lost the end of his one fingers, because the young lad that worked with him shut the fire door on it.

I am still not sure why I do not remember my granddad relatives,  maybe never met them. I remember my Nans family from Shropshire. I know that one of the Addis sisters went to the Wirral to marry a man, last name Plant. This research is still ongoing on the Addis side.

Granddads sister Sarah, had a shop, where the steps are now on the bridge in Walsallwood. That was where the roads used to be to Hall Lane.

I am aware of another Addis sister who went to live in Dover.

In the box was an account about Charlotte, Great grandmother, Giving evidence in court at the inquest to her sister’s death. She had a brain bleed and fell down stairs. I think I am correct in saying It was at the blackcock pub, but I will look that up again and correct it, if untrue.

I used to work in Hall Lane, and walked past the Beehive everyday, and was unaware that my relatives had lived there. So while I am visiting the area at the moment I shall have to venture to the Walsall archives to investigate further.

Research I have to do on this side of the tree, Is still vast. Even though I have gone back the late 1700’s. I am having major problems finding my Nans birth cert. I recently went to Shrewsbury Archives to find out more, as Nan was  a Wesleyan Methodist. Could I find her, NO. I found the marriage of her parents, 1915. She was born In 1913, cough, cough. I am aware they may have not registered her. On her marriage cert, it says she was a fancy leather worker, We are only aware of her in service, and then she got married. So that needs looking into, I do have photos, of her in service with the family she worked with. Another thought, was she lied about her age when she got married. In all of the certs I have, her birth cert is not there. I cannot send for a new one unless I have the reference number. I know they got married at Cannock registrar office.

I also have letters from my Nans Brother during the war. I will publish these at a later date.

I know Soss was in the home guard, as I have all his paperwork, which was a great find. Also something to do with a fire man at the pit, during this time.

I remember fondly going to the Top Oak, Public House to meet Granddad and walk home with him. Nan used to make him Cheese and Onion crusty Cobs to take with him.

That is it for the moment, until I find more out about this side of the tree.




Came into our family, not long after Sheena had got to the Rainbow bridge.  Mom, Dad and myself, went to somewhere in Wolverhampton way, in our reliant robin, to see a litter of boxers.

It was a ‘bit of a  rough’  area we went to. I was so excited, but had to behave my self,and mind my P’s and Q’s. We were taken into the kitchen and there they all were. Loads of boxer puppies. WOW.  Which one would Mom and Dad pick. 

They all came rushing to the front of the small puppy box, apart from one. A little brindle bitch, who just stayed up the corner watching what was going on. Dad picked up a beautiful male one, he was going to be huge. He wanted him so much. Then mom, said I want that one. The little brindle bitch sat up the corner. She was the runt of the litter the man said. It didn’t matter what she was, Mom fell in love with her.

Her tail had been docked to short, and seemed so tiny compared to the others. Dad paid the money and off we went.

She lay inside mom’s cardigan, shivering and scared. she kept whimpering, and doing little sighs, I swear she has tears in her eyes.

Now, my sister didn’t know anything about us fetching a dog, as she was at a netball match. We had arranged between us what would happen when she came home. I would be in the back garden with the dog and Dad would tell her to go and get the washing up done. The kitchen window looked out on to the back garden.

When she arrived home, Dad was waiting in the hall for her. He had his stern voice on and told her to get  in the kitchen and do the washing up. I could hear all this in the garden, He was getting on at her, she was insisting it had been done. As she got near the sink, she looked up and saw me in the garden with the puppy. Her school bags went in the air, she ran as fast as she could to me and scooped the little mite up in her arms. We were all laughing and crying together.

We named her Penny, and she was just wonderful.

I will add more about the exploits of this wonderful friend and companion at a later date.

Early memories

Apparently I was born  in Silver Court Gardens flats, in Brownhills, on July 18th 1962. I do not remember this event at all, but my mom told me, so it has to be true.

I was a little early, and was born with a collapsed lung, and was rushed to hospital. I still have the scars in my ankle to this day, where the tubes were put in to feed me.

Mom said the flat was running with damp, and the council moved them to a house on Clayhanger. This is where my earliest memories start.

You never lived in Clayhanger, but on Clayhanger.


My first memory was of a bed in the living room, Mom had given birth to my sister Yvonne, who sadly died. I can’t remember her, but I took her name as my conformation name.

We lived in High Street ,

It was a semi detached  council house. I suppose nowadays It would look small, but when you are little everything looked big. When you entered through the front door, the hallway went down to the kitchen, with the backdoor at the side of it. To the right of the front door were the stairs. directly on your left was the living room come dining room. It had a serving hatch to the kitchen.

Upstairs had the bathroom at the top of the stairs, and the front bedroom was Mom and Dads, back bedroom, was mine and my sisters.

I remember we had a meter under the stairs for the electric, but I cannot remember when it was took out.

We had a big garden, but I remember it was very over grown, I can remember Mom and Dad doing it over, and it was beautiful then. Two lawns, with a path running down the middle. The rest was concrete going towards the house.

We never had much money, but our home was filled with so much love, It was wonderful.

I was the youngest in our house, I was a ‘chatty cathy’, but also a bit of a loner, although I got on with everyone, I preferred my own company.

Attached to us was Aunty Doreen, (not real Aunty, but you always called people that ) and Uncle Allan Leech. They had Three children.

On the other side, via the path, was Mr & Mrs. Parry and their daughter Kim.

Over the road was Mr & Mrs. Wickson. Edmond Howdle and Mr & Mrs. Sing. That was our shops.

If it was your birthday Mrs. Wickson let you pick something from the toy section, Don’t think Mr. Wickson knew about it.

On a Sunday, I used to rush to Sunday school, if you got there first, you could ring the bell. But I only got there first, once.  It was a very small church, built with money from the miners fund. A two roomed school was attached to it.

Opposite was the local pub, The George and Dragon. We used to search the local Tip for bottles to take back and get the deposit. thought we were rich.

Beside the pub was waste ground we use to play on and we could access the park over the fence too. It saved walking all the way down the road to the main entrance, which was up a little gully way between the POSH houses. They were the private houses, I always though they must have been millionaires to own their own houses.

It was a big highlight for the village, when the council put us some things on the park for us to play on. There was three swing, a proper horse, a climbing frame. Wow. And non of that protecting flooring either.

We didn’t use them that much as we could find our own entertainment. on the opposite side of the field was a brook. it had a great rope swing. I got into very bad trouble once for going on it, but I blamed my sister. I had just had my new school shoes, and mom sent me to find my sister. I knew where she would be. So off I went in my new shoes, felt like a queen, brown shiny leather like brogue, with a nice buckle strap across the toe section.

When I got to the rope swing I found our Roe, with her mates. I was asked to have a go, now this swing went over the brook. Just as I was getting ready for a good run up, the biggest rat I have ever seen, jumped over my foot. It’s tale was bigger than it’s body, it was huge. So I slipped and was swinging in mid air over the brook, all I could think of, was mom killing me for getting mud on my new shoes. Luckily, our Roe’s friend was very tall and got on the edge of the bank to pull me in.



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