After the minimal protest “The Old Fox” has gone and North Street is once more bereft.
While I grieve for the loss of the “Fox” ( Late Wanderer) I grieve for myself too. For what I have lost for and for what is past and can never be brought back.
Another piece of my childhood Jigsaw has been lost forever.
No longer will I look at this age old building and be transported back to our old terraced house close by in Nursery Street, and the golden days of my youth.
Back to the days just after the war, Storing bikes for the fans at Molineux on match days, off to the Saturday afternoon matinee’s at the Olympia, in Thornley Street, swimming in the canal of Littles Lane and watching those steam belching monsters pulling out of the High Level station to all stations north, from our vantage point above Broad Street Basin.
After it became known that the Wolves Club wanted to extend their car-parking facilities and demolish the Wanderer, there was an online petition to save it, which as we know now came to nothing.
As part of this protest I sent a last desperate plea to the Express & Star on the 24th of October 2014.
This is that letter now illustrated.
I reckon there must be hundreds of Old Wulfrunians born in the shadow of St Peter’s deeply saddened once again today as they contemplate another historic piece of their childhood disappear in the name of Progress i.e. “The Fox” ( late Wanderer ).
The old Fox was close to “Tin Shop Yard” and the trade that was doing very well around North Street in those lean times, were pawnbroker’s and second hand shops.
“Caswells’ gents outfitters and boot dealers, pictured on the left were perhaps one of the better class establishments, doing business at that time.
Beside the tin trade in the area this was also the home of horse trading, and a would be purchaser, could alway’s raise a few pounds at Caswells, in exchange for a gold watch or similar item.
The large building opposite ‘Caswells’ was a Malthouse, and to the left of this was the old “Fox Inn’, a William Butlers house the licensee at this time was William Blud.
Later in 1913, the new “Fox Hotel” will be built a little nearer the top of Molineux Street.
Opposite the old “Fox.” was the entrance to “Tin Shop Yard’ , St Peter’s Square and Charles Street.
There was a lot more though to the old Fox than what it later became – a local for Wolves Supporters.
For over over two hundred years has played its part in the diverse history of our Town now City.
In the first instant it is mentioned in the local press in 1817, just two years after the momentous battle of Waterloo had brought the Napoleonic wars to an end.
The event mentioned took place here; in Wolverhampton and was later to become known nationally as the Blood Money incident. It came about when two soldiers sentenced at Stafford to hang for Highway robbery, and later reprieved, were billeted at “The Fox”.
The two Soldiers of a detachment of the Ninety Fifth Foot billeted at the The Fox in North Street were charged with assaulting and robbing a man called John Read, in St Peter’s Churchyard.
It became known country wide as the Blood Money incident of 1817.
There subsequent trial and its outcome, brought about the abolition of Blood Money and the closure of the local prison in Stafford Street.
To see this iconic building go will also be a personal loss for me,as my father met and courted my future mother there in the early 1930’s, it was his local and my mother was in service there to the tenants, Mr and Mrs Rogers. who later went to “The Ball “at Coven.
They married at St Peter’s & Pauls Chapel, and held their wedding reception, at the Fox in 1936 and moved to the family home in Nursery Street close by, were I was born in 1937.
After they married, the Fox still remained his local, and it was two years later in 1939 I had my first introduction to this House albeit only to the stables.
This story was repeated by my father over the years, on numerous occasions.
In 1939 , The celebrated Film Star cowboy Tom Mix appeared for a week at our local theatre ,the “Hippodrome“, and as it was then with quite a few of the animal acts appearing at the Hippodrome, he stabled his horse Tony at the bottom Fox as it was then known.
The locals in North Street enjoyed chatting to Tom and he loved the attention, it was during this week that my father brought me as a two year old, to the stables and I got to sit on Tonys back.
My Father died in 1975 as the bulldozers were working frantically across the area we knew as St Peters Ward. I often wonder what he would have thought if he came back and saw what was left of his North Street today.
Please do what you can to rally support, as you have done on many previous occasions, to save The Fox and The Feathers, that were once integral parts of My Playground.
All to no avail – Its now gone “But it will never be Forgotten”.