remember the street market

When I was old enough to go to town on my own .I would go inside this church on saturday afternoon and pray .I always felt good when I came out .

I so remember waiting for my sister and brother in law out side St Martins Church In the
1950s nothing had changed I watched the barrow boys and the flower sellers What another time that was The simplicity of life but the world was changing!!
By Barbara Moody nee Arnold

I was at the Bullring in 1966, I loved it, now I would like to go back and see the modern version.

I was a chorister at St Martins in the Bull Ring 1951 - 1956. It was a great experience.

i will film the latest st martins & the bull ring as part of the stuff i send to you Monica ,.soon as i can get out with the camcorder ,but raining all the time we are not getting a good summer at all,. i have got a rotten cold at the moment,tat ta for now brian,.

The Bull Ring looked very like this during the mid 1950's. This is where my Mother took me to the market to buy a Dutch rabbit.

My father was beadle (verger) or as they were originally called the parish police man at St Martins from 1962. I was married there in 1974.

I remember the street performers, eating fire and escaping from a straight jacket, selling and demonstrating magic tricks.They did their acts on Wednesdays in the 50`s. Christmas was good in the bull ring with Father Christmas on the street corners giving you a gift for sixpence ( an old tanner) Barrows boys where something else, showing their produce at it`s best at the front of the barrow only to put the bruised and rotten produce in your paper bag. The good bad old days. By Barry Hickinbottom

I have a very early memory of being taken to the market by my dad and seeing a lot of small animals in cages for sale (hens, cats, puppies, rabbits etc). Also of a huge building with no roof that I have since found out was the bombed out remains of the covered market? This would be in the early 1950's.