|TOP SHELF - BIOGRAPHY||MIDDLE SHELF - MALVERN||BOTTOM SHELF - UK TOPOGRAPHY|
|ISBN: 0 953671 19 4|
273 pages, fully illustrated black and white, 16.5mm x 22.5mm.
|ISBN: 1 873809 22 0|
Size 23.5mm x21.5mm. 166 pages, full colour photographs on almost every page.
|ISBN: 0 953671 10 0|
This book celebrates the beauty of the hills that lie either side of the lower river Severn between Bridgnorth and Gloucester and reveals some of their unique features, attractions and hidden secrets. The text tells something of the history and folklore of each one, mining and quarrying on Titterstone Clee hill, villages abandoned on Brown Clee Hill during mediaeval times, a battle that never was on the Abberley Hills, the village that was transformed almost overnight on the purity of its spring water into a popular spa town - Great Malvern, Winchcombe at the foot of Langley Hill, once a royal town in a lost county where Saxon kings had a mint and buried their dead in a mausoleum. Iron Age hillforts, tollhouses and milestones from the days of turnpike roads, a rebuilt railway line with steam trains, and a motor sport hill climb, all are to be found within the pages of this book.
Size 19cms x 19cms, 47 pages, laminated cover. The book is illustrated by Norman Neasom BA, who was the head of the Redditch Art School.
'Old Redditch' was compiled between 1800 and 1850 by a local needlemaker. Although this book is based in Redditch, the stories reveal general life at that time with a wry humour. For example, we learn that although women were unable to vote, if they had a grievance (such as the price of bread) they marched in a body to the home of the local Lord banging saucepans, shovels etcetera with tongues and pokers. On the occasion mentioned by Avery, the Lord called out the Bromsgrove Volunteers but when they saw the women approaching they barricaded themselves in the local pub. Avery's father was an inventor and tried to make a new type of gas but only succeeded in blowing his shop up. This coincided with the celebrations for victory at the Battle of Trafalgar and the passersby thought it was all 'part of the performance and applauded accordingly'. Methodism was established with the aid of a carving knife. Services were first held in a private house but a crowd stood outside at each meeting, jeering and tinpanning. One Sunday, the owner of the house, Mrs Turner, 'a woman of strong will and heart', was determined to put a stop to the annoyance.... She accordingly armed herself with a candle and carving knife, marched into the crowd and with eyes sparkling with intense feeling, plunged her knife up to the very hilt into - the drum.... From that memorable time to the present, I believe, the Methodists have been unmolested....
If you are feeling depressed, this is a book shocking enough to take your mind off your troubles and cheer you up.