I moved with my parents from Preston to Blackburn in 1946 We lived on Park Avenue off Shear Brow attended Four Lanes End CP School on Revidge Road where I was very happy My recollections of that school was a teacher called Mr Sharples who when he caught you whispering in class would throw the wooden board duster at you ...Read full memory
My first memory of the Infirmary is when I was four years old. I had my tonsils and adenoids removed because I was very, very deaf. After the operation I could hear but it would be many years before I learned that I only had hearing in one ear. When I was six I had another operation to remove a tumour from my neck. It ...Read full memory
Memories of shopping with my parents, Jack and Ellen, when I was 9 years old is always a pleasant thought, although it was not all pleasant, when it was raining the water off the canvas covers would drip down your neck, and if it was windy it would blow the canvas up and you got more than you had bargained for (ah, the ...Read full memory
At some point during the Second World War I was sent to what was called a convalescent home in Blackburn. I was a bed wetter and was sent there by the people that took me in as an evacuee. They never told my mother that I was being moved, and the shock to her was awful. Fortunately she rescued me as soon as there was a lull ...Read full memory
When I was a pupil at 'Blackburn High School for Girls' we used to go to Blackburn Cathedral for the morning sevice on Speech Day. In those days the Cathedral was dark and dismal with masses of dark wood and lots of box pews. I particularly remember walking over what I believed were graves - scary to an eleven year old! ...Read full memory
I suppose it's my age, but I am getting a little nostalgic about my youth. I used to live in Anvil Street (no longer exists) and remember well my first day at school, St John's on Altom Street, now a mosque. I certainly have some well etched memories of those times. I now live on 30 miles north, but do enjoy a visit back to ...Read full memory
That isn't the Market, That is the Market Hall across from the Market
Are you the Jimmy Cooper of about the 1940s? I went to St Aidan's school in Mill Hill, and my aunt Janie was the wife of Jack Caton, the Rovers' chairman. From 1941, I was at Queen Elizabeth's, in Frobisher House, which is where I think we probably knew each other. I am now in Canada, via Australia.
This photo brings back memories filled with trepidation, it was 1960 and I had to go into Wythenshawe hospital for plastic surgery after falling off a bicycle I was 9yrs old. The day before I was to be admitted my mum and my Auntie Jean took me down to Woolworths to buy me a Plastic "Frido" football to cheer me up. Their were gents ...Read full memory
This photo is as I remember Church St when I was a little girl. I had three younger brothers and when Mother took us to town she often went into Woolworths. We were told that if we became lost we had to find the weighing machine. It was huge and stood near the doors. She said that if we waited there she would find us. I ...Read full memory
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