Adlington, Lancashire

Aspull born and Bred.

I was born in Bolton Road, Aspull. I started at St Elizabeth's School when I was four and a half. Didn't have far to travel - just cross the road (no cars then) and walk 10 yards and I was there. First day was with my gas-mask slung across my chest in its little cardboard box. Mr Hesketh was the Headmaster who lived in the School House attached to the School. I was in Miss Heaton's reception class.
When I was five I moved across the classroom to join the Infants. From there I moved to Miss Gregory's classroom. A dab hand with the board-duster if you got an ink-blot on your book.
Then when I moved up I was taught by Miss Higham (who lived next door to us), and then by Mr Hesketh. I passed the Scholarship and went to Upholland Grammar School. Headmaster Mr Maggs, Senior Mistress Miss Goode.
From there I went to Teacher Training College, and spent the next 32 years teaching, with three very short breaks when I had the family.
Would I change anything with hindsight? Yes - knowing what I know now I would not choose teaching again. Too many rude, undisciplined children, too little parental control, too many false allegations by pupils.

Be the first to add a memory of Aspull Looks like me then!

I can't refuse to be the first at anything especialy if it comes to this, so here goes. From being born to about the age of twenty five all my memories are Aspull, I'd never be able to fit them all in here. Short synopsis though, went to Aspull C of E then Aspull Secondary Mod. School, various jobs after leaving; the most lucrative - though the hardest work, being at Harveys bakery in New Springs - fond memories there! Travelled the world since then but for me the best place in all the world is where I feel so lucky and privileged to have been born - God bless ASPULL !!!!  Anyroad up, I'm looking forward to an entry from any other Aspullers who stumble on this site and hope I know you or you me or woteva -  get it done then.....

Merry Christmas

What a joy to see the stained glass window again.
Every childhood Christmas with my beloved mum & dad, my brother and I would enter the fancy dress competition in this very room. Also we eagerly awaited the arrival of Father Christmas, coming down the lift!!

So many families we met year after year, every Christmas, catered for by Jean Coleman and her husband.

Thanks to Mum and Dad for the most wonderful memories.

Christmas past

So many happy days with my & other families waiting for Chritmas to arrive as a child in the 1970s. Jean Coleman managing the Hotel, with her husband as head Chef.
I shall never forget the sound of all the proud father's (including my own) singing carols on Christmas morning before breakfast. Mums keeping their excited children in check. Waiting for Father Christmas to come down in the lift (!) after lunch. Panto on boxing day.
Meeting up with other families every year to celebrate the birth of Jesus.
Happy days.