From being born on Fountain Terrace, Bacup in January 1950, to leaving in the summer of 1957 to go and live up Gladstone Street. I remember myself and my two sisters living in a mid-terrace house with no electricity and no central heating - just a back stove. The house had stone steps that were well-worn, and we used to have a bath once a week in a big zinc tub that hung behind the kitchen door. The gas lighting was a delicate affair, and if you accidentally knocked a hot gas mantle, that was it, it was done for, and you got a clout around the head. We had a cellar under the house which was supposed to store coal, but there was never much coal in it. Near Bonfire time it was at one point stuffed with old paper, and other rubbish we had collected. Thinking back, it was definitely a bit of a fire hazard! There was some kind of radio that came in to the house via a wire, and you could get radio programs on it, but only about four or five. Opposite that house was a factory will a tall chimney, and a bit further down the road there was a Sunday School Chapel, which we sometimes went to. I remember often going around the corner and helping a chappy called Norman fix his car in his garage - I would pass him a spanner, or whatever, and generally watch him fix his car. He was a fireman, and at Christmas one year he managed to invite myself and my sister Pearl to see Santa Clause - we both got a present. Quite often I used to collect penny milk bottles and take the back to the corner shop (Broddericks)... when I had enough money saved up, I could go to the local cinema in Bacup town centre and watch the Saturday morning film show - all good fun.
I doubt whether anyone can remember any of the above details now, because it was all so long ago.... but you never know, some details might stir a few memories.
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