The man on this film who appears on the front right of it at 51 minutes and 21 seconds wearing a dark suit tie and glasses is the late George Beavon who at that time was manager of AF Blakemore's Cash and Carry Williamson Street. Its been a very long time ago I'd have been about 17 but i still remember him coming back from his break that day saying he'd been filmed walking through the old arcade.
I attended Elston Hall infants/junior school in the early 1960s. Wolverhampton used to be a lovely town but it’s soulless and depressing today. People were angry when the Queens Arcade was demolished and protested strongly about the Central Arcade being pulled down. The Central Arcade was saved but neglected and eventually it mysteriously and conveniently burned down. The town still has some beautiful buildings but it feels and looks extremely run down today
I bet the blacks were happy when Africa was all black too. I bet all the non-white nations wished the English imperialism never took place too. Your forefathers brought this unhealthy multiculturalism on you lot today. What goes around comes around. So, I hear you, mate
Imagine if Apple made an iCamera - I love the way the iPhone makes photos look great most of the time, without having to understand the minutia of isos and f-stops and etc. Their software with a giant image sensor and interchangeable lenses would be amazing.
1llove wolvo but it has lost its soul no nightlife back in 80s and 90s much better place people came from all over now have to go out of town for your but we're in from wednefield best area down to earth people
Surprisingly I'm mesmerised how different Wolverhampton used to look it's fascinating and nostalgic I remember them blue buses I went on I remember the old Market building on queen Street lot of memories there 😊 seeing how vast the town centre use to be then and looking at it now massive difference its gone but now it's more modern looking which is better for future generations and our children they will explore the beauty of Wolverhampton
Seeing the old trolley buses reminded me of my late brothers prank when were kinds growing up in Bushbury. We had gone to Bushbury Hill to catch the Number 3 trolleybus. The power pole had come off as the bus turned on Bushbury Hill, the conductor got off and reconnected it but before he got on the bus my then 11 year bro pressed the bell and the bus went off down the hill with the conductor running behind as if he was pole vaulting. Great joke but we could never go to catch that bus again in case the conductor spotted us. I was 9 now 73 living in Dorset. Great memory- great fun at the time.
There was never a heart of Wolverhampton ,I can assure you the very heart of Wolverhampton was it's outstanding people right up to and around 1970 - an exceptional people We were proud It has all gone/ changed -- but that's life I could say why but what's the point Time is for us all and will forever march on -- not to our likings - that is fact !
Obviously today it’s a beautiful stadium and obviously at the time it was a dump but there was something romantic about those days. I hope the Wolves youngsters today appreciate where they are these days and how far they have come since those dark days of the mid eighties.
I've lived here 40 years. It's a slowly dying city centre sad to see. However the people are friendly and there's good canal networks and nearby countryside.
@@k.avilla8061 What sectarian shite, play the song & find anything sectarian. A Rangers fan living in Wolverhampton wrote the song about seeing his heroes again.🇬🇧🏴🏴🏴
Trolly buses😂between Dudley and Wolverhampton were a great day trip. The Beetles came to Woverhampton in the early 60s as did Little Richard and many top groups,
Wow, I was born in Wolverhampton in 1952. This film is so cool, but unfortunately I left there at the age of 5 with my parents when we sailed to Australia to live there. I can't remember anything in this film. Not so good.
My dad was born in Wolverhampton in 1922. Emigrated to Australia in the late '40s, met my mum on the boat over. I was born in Hobart in 1952. My parent became homesick, so moved back to Blighty in 1955, and we settled in Coven Heath just north of Wolverhampton. I have fond memories of the place from my primary school years (not so much the snow and slush waiting for the school bus). Sadly it was hard going for my parents compared to the better conditions in Oz, so we all packed up and moved back, this time to Melbourne in the early 1960's. Decades later I settled in Hobart and am glad I did, as Tasmania is a such a beautiful place to live.
I lived in Wolverhampton from 1957 to 1961 studying at Wolverhampton college of technology I got my GCE A level in 1961 then i went to medical school in Bagdad Iraq. I was renting a room in Mrs James house she was great vey kind very good lady she did everything I need. It was best time for me I miss those days very much in June 2024 I will visit my favorite city for one week. I watch Wolves on the TV a lot. best city in UK the Wolverhampton
INTERESTING compilation. As an aside, at 45:06, I was an alumnus of Wolverhampton Grammar School when HRH visited. Will Reece was giving a speech about the school's history when a pupil, [NOT I😁] farted. LOUDLY! I remember the Queen's entourage, seated on the stage behind her, being a sea of heaving shoulders, faces choking with [mainly withheld] laughter. RESPECT to our Head Boy for managing to finish! Ernie Taylor was NOT amused...😀 On another note, does anyone remember a BBC documentary, around 1970 , based on Wolverhampton, where a scene showing the Mayor cutting a ribbon when opening a building went straight to a camera looking over the shoulder of Mozza, a Wolvo Hells Angel, [there IS no apostrophe😀] belting up the Ring Road from Chapel Ash to the Penn Road with Steppenwolf singing [sic] Born to be Wild at full blast? The uproar created, not least because of the screen time given over to the HA, the Mayor saying they were imported, leads me to fear any recordings were destroyed. Which would be a shame because one, the producer, I think from Bridgnorth, was a great fella and two, I was in it. And NOT as part of the Mayoral circle.😁
Going to visit my grandparents in Wolvo always felt like an event - it was still a prosperous town when I was young, and getting off the bus in the centre of town, then looking around the shops was a real treat. Oxley, where my Nan lived, always looked neat and tidy, with people taking pride in their gardens and so on. Last time I went to Wolves was last year - I live further away now, and don’t go into the West Midlands so often now, and it’s looking very drab, with a lot of shops closed, people looking down at heel, and a drive through Oxley revealed how many people no longer maintain their homes or gardens……..
To all those commentators whingeing about it being so ‘different’ back then if you mean white tough luck haha and move with the times. Don’t be a hater all your lives 😂
