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Memories of Bradley
The hairdressers was on the same road as the pub, it was a local girl who ran it. There was a butchers and some more shops and you could get to the big hilly across the road. As kids we where told not to go too far down the banks as we would get lost. The gypsies had a camp next to the factory, I think it was the Star foundry - not sure. Once a year the fair would come and would camp up on the land on the side of the gypsie camp. We as kids went with the grown ups on the bumping cars and once my sisters zip broke on her skirt, we had to keep going round and round until they could find someone with a pin to hold it up... she fancied the chap really!
I can remember waiting for my mum to come home from shopping.At the bottom of our road we could see the bus stop,it was only a short walk and my mum always kept good time.The no 23 or 24.Saturday was always shopping day,fish and chips for dinner,home made of course.The buses where always on time there was never a problem.The 23 stopped by us but the 24 went further along up the road to Batmans Hill.Sounds funny now.
Bird in Hand
The local pub was the Bird in Hand. For the workers it was a meeting place. There was The Bush on the bridge, they were always busy.The lights always bright, lots of talking ,shouting and sometimes men were thrown out on to the pavement outside. Not many women went to the pubs, accept on a weekend when they could take the kids in the children's rooms. My mum would never join dad, she said he could drink enough for her and the family. I can remember taking the bottles back to get threepence back. As we got older we found that we could get empties from the back of the pub and get money back again, it was so much fun! The cellar was dark and when they delivered the beer it was noisy. It was nice playing in the pub running through all the rooms, I was sad when my friend left.
My dad worked at Mathews the iron founders, little Ernie Worsey. He was a shift worker, always dirty covered in black sand from head to foot. My dad used to cobble his own boots, and big boots they were. It was hard work and very dirty, but it was work. We had several factories along the main road, but as years went by there was no need for iron, so one by one they closed. When you look back and remember how much work we had locally, it was amazing. It's a lot cleaner now, but alas no jobs.
When the pool froze over and we would become great ice skaters or ballerinas. We would go sledging on anything we could find on those banks, they seemed like snow covered mountains. We would climb and slide down so quickly. We loved every inch of the banks and the winter snow; wearing socks on our hands we never did feel the cold.
Daisy Bank School
Daisy Bank, with the lollipop lady always there and ready to tell you off if you were not concentrating on crossing the road. Playing tick and kiss chase in the playground. Looking after my little sister when she started school, she hated it. Miss Newman, I think she was my first teacher, "now children paint a picture to take home", you were given a piece of newspaper and told to paint it. Threading beads on a piece of string, learning to tie a lace and learning to write your name "a for apple b for ball c for cat" - imagine these memories never go away. Mr Hickman - every one was scared of the big man and the older you got the scarier he became till it was time to leave and you realised he was only human after all.
Many happy hours were spent playing on the banks and the bandstand. We used to love it when it was time for the brass band to come and play. Football games and hide and seek, in the many bushes - come winter time it was sliding down the banks. I think it was more fun because we were not supposed to be there. We were local and there was no gates, just a muddy slope to climb up. Oh the park keeper was fun too, "ger off the grass". Oh those were the days...