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Historic maps of Allostock and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Allostock maps
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Sculshaw Lodge, Allostock Hall
I'm trying to find out about Sculshaw Lodge, now Allostock Hall, where my great-grandfather worked in 1881. Does anyone have any information or photos? lesleydriveruk@yahoo.co.uk
Cheshire memories
Lower Peover School
I was a pupil at Lower Peover primary school from 1980 to 1986 and have many great memories. Mrs Wraith taught the reception class and we all had pictures so we knew which our pegs and draws were and mine was always a cow. Mrs Wraith also took us all to her house to cook bread. Further up the class I remember the first computer I had ever seen. We had to book a slot to use it and there was a great scrum of children around wanting to watch us use it. I am now involved in the 300 year celebrations of the school in 2010 and we are collating many memories to make a book up about the history of the school, plus memories and old photos. Please get in touch if you would like to add to this. peovereye@btinternet.com
The Cobbles - Lower Peover
I had two great-aunts who lived in the a house called the Yew Trees, the big house opposite the pub. My two aunts were Martha and Harriet (aka Cissy) Wilkinson. I remember going to see them in the 1950s with my mum. The house seemed huge to me and I have very vivid memories of their garden and playing in the huge Yew Tree. The sisters were born at Moss Bank Farm in Toft and George Bell, who I suppose named the Bells of Peover pub, was my great-great-uncle. I am descended from his brother - James Bell.
Knutsford Moor
I was born in Knutsford in 1953 at no 3 Woodlands Drive. I always remember Knutsford Moor and the quaint little shops in Knutsford town centre itself, especially Hollands toffee shop, it was so tiny, I would love a photo of that. In the mornings we would go and buy a fishing net and take a jam jar with string attached to carry it with and go fishing in the river Lily where we would spend most of the day. We fed the ducks on the moor and collected bullrushes for Mum to put in a vase, also the reeds to make whips with, we had so much fun then, really lovely summers, I can't ever remember being bored. My father's family lived at the Elms on Mobberley Road for many years. I attended little Edgerton School and later went to Crosstown Infant School because Edgerton was going to be knocked down, and then they closed Crosstown Infant School because it was unsafe and knocked that down too, it... Read more
Blackden Hall
My great great grandfather, Simon Myall, had a farm called Blackden Hall according to the 1851 census. The house is still there but no longer a farm.
Audrey Frost
Halford Family
My memories are the Halford family, James, Hannah Halford, and their children Michael, Beverley and Gaynot Halford, we lived at 34 Moorcroft, Plumley, my mum died in 1970, resting in Lower Peover Church. We grew up most of childhood in Plumley, with mum dying, part was in Manchester, but we moved back there, it was a good villiage, where everyone helped each other, sadly me, Beverley, am the only one left, my father died July 28th 1990, my brother died March 2003, my sister died 26 October 2009, the best momories are when we were altogether.
Oliver Benson Family Moves to Canada 1925
My grandfather and grandmother, Oliver and Florence (Walton) Benson, along with their 9 children (Iris, Oliver, Minnie, Sarah, Philip- then 11yrs of age, Constance, Thomas, Gilbert and Florence - all who have since passed away), headed off to Canada in 1925 to live in the province of Saskatchewan. They left Holmes Chapel but my father, Philip, would recount to us his memories of his home in England. He spoke of being a choir boy in the Anglican Church in Holmes Chapel, of his mother going to Sandbach market to buy goods, of the spring daffodils, of his mother's brother being killed in WWI. He spoke of Holmes Chapel with great affection and even though I have never visited, it is in my heart also. My father was able to go back while with the Canadian Army during WWII and later had taken my mother back with him to visit. Perhaps one day my husband and I too, shall take a trip.....
