I've visited my grandparents' home village (now a town) a few times - one time in particular was very special as it was with my mother who was thrilled to see where her parents grew up. The last time I was there was in 2002 and I was a blubbering mess - it was my grandma's birthday (October 3rd) and earlier that year I had lost my mother. My aunt (her other daughter) had died two years previously so I thought about all three of them and was very emotional. This time I was much calmer....so let's go off to the village of Stonehouse...now pretty well a suburb of the city of Stroud. When my grandparents lived there it was a quiet village of course - now the high street (main street) has vehicles rushing through constantly on their way to Stroud which is three miles away or Gloucester which is seven miles up the road.
I headed out on Tuesday May 19th for the day from Paddington station. Very handy that the train stops at such a small place as Stonehouse...and every time I step on or off that platform I am always the only passenger who does!
This nice new shelter hasn't been here in other years...as it turned out I didn't need it as I took the train back from Stroud...but more on why later...
I wandered down to the high street and things started to look familiar - I double checked I was heading in the right direction and I was...before long I was at Pearcroft Road...
|House where grandpa grew up|
|The house where my grandma grew up made with the beautiful Cotswold stone|
|The front garden of what was known as "Egremont" now known as "Graystones".|
|Local church - did my grandparents attend that as children? I will never know. (neither one was born there so no baptism records)|
|One of the three local pubs|
|Local elementary school|
|Never did quite figure out what this is|
|The high street|
|The Quaker Meeting House in Nailsworth|
|There were many mills in Nailsworth - this one is now a fancy hotel|
Then I caught the train back to London full of lovely memories of the wonderful woman who was my grandma.