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Brereton Heath maps
Historic maps of Brereton Heath and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Brereton Heath maps
Brereton Heath photos
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Twemlow Green| Holmes Chapel| Marton| Astbury| Lower Withington| Congleton| Goostrey| Sandbach| Cranage| Capesthorne Hall| Church Lawton| Timbersbrook| Allostock| Over Peover| Alsager| Gawsworth| Biddulph| Henbury| Haslington| Lower Peover| Smithy Green| Broken Cross
Brereton Heath area books
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Old Hall Farm
As a schoolboy aged 11 of Kings School, Macclesfield I acquired a summer holiday job at Old Hall Farm, run at the time by farmer Robert Young and his wife Madge. As a consequence I spent weekends and holidays there for the next 2 or 3 years. I learned to drive the tractor of which he was very proud, a David Brown 990 Cropmaster Diesel, usually driven by Patrick Joseph O´Donoghue or Tresler Sandbach who lived not far away at the council houses. It was a great time for a young lad. There were cows, pedigree Ayrshires, from which Robert Young sold TT attested milk around the Congleton area, there were Guinea fowl and chickens, there was the corn harvest in the golden summers of the 50`s. The smells of cow muck, Stockholm tar and silage, the sounds of farming, the peaceful countryside of that era are memories never to be forgotten. Robert Young wanted to adopt me at one point, which upset my own parents; I learned that the... Read more
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.....
My Primary School
What a lovely old photo! I was lucky enough to spend my primary school years, 1962 to 1968, at Lower Withington primary school as did my sister Cathy and my mum and uncle before us. Our headmistress lived in the house next door to the school and believe it or not she actually taught my mum and uncle also!
We all have many good memories of growing up in Lower Withington and all these years on it still feels like home when we go back even though we moved away in 1969.
The village has changed a bit over the years, what place hasn't; the school is now a large house and the grass in the front of the photo is now the Village Hall car park. In our day there was a hall but it was a low wooden building and we knew it as the
'Parish Room'; the church is still the same though, a green corrugated tin building but all the more... Read more
More Barber Family
My G-G grandfather Joseph Barber married Maria Clark, both of Lower Withington, in the Parish of Prestbury 18th March 1819.
Congleton Baths
Congleton Open Air Baths during the 50/60s.
It had the entrance of a theatre, 2 steps up with an overhanging portico and glass doors that opened up to a foyer. It was well painted in the colours of the day, council green and white. You could see the pool from inside the entrance and it looked so nice with the calm water. At the point of payment there was a turnstile that was painted council silver. There was a lady who collected your 6d for swimmers and 2d (I think) for spectators, some people had a season ticket that cost 7/6d which entitled you to as many admissions as you wanted. There was a competition amongst the kids to have the lowest numbered season ticket, number 1 or 2 being the prize. I bet there were favourites when it came to dishing them out (no proof, just a hunch), the lowest I got was number 6. Each year the colour of the season tickets used to change, and... Read more
Massie Harper - Licensee.
In my early teens I spent the war years living in this hotel, when my grandfather was the licensee. I believe he held the licence from 1874 to 1943 - a time record I suspect but I cannot confirm this.
He was well known in his time for being an alderman for, I gather, some 40 years. He died still Chairman of the Council's Finance Committee. But he was never mayor as he believed that a licensed victualler should not hold that office.
In his time he'd been a successful jockey and 'gentleman rider' - in fact, riding was in his genes since his grandfather was Lester Piggott's great-great-grandfather.
One of the hotel's days of fame in the Second World War was when Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands took the salute of the Dutch army (which was based around Congleton at that time) from the steps of the hotel.
Old Hall
This is the seat of the Biddulph family; it was built in the early sixteenth century, probably to replace an earlier Saxon, possibly fortified, house that has been identified on Bailey's Hill, to the south west of the Old Hall. It was partially destroyed in the Civil War, by the immense cannon Roaring Meg - some of whose cannonballs have been discovered in the nearbly millpond of Biddulph Old Mill (by the Talbot).
My clearest memories of the Old Hall is driving from Biddulph to Congleton when I was about six; it was winter and the view of the hunting tower of the road was excellent. I remember that when we came back that way later on in the day and it had been snowing quite heavily; the snow had outlined the tower and the sunshine was glinting off it - it was simply stunning.
My mum has also told me that when she was a young girl in the sixties and seventies there was a Buddhist commune living in... Read more
