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Barbridge
I can remember visiting my grandparents at Barbridge as a small child. In the early 60's my grandparents name was Poole and they lived in the end house nearest to the pub. Grandad worked for British Waterways and the garden went straight up to the canal. The people next door were called Bunn and I think Mr Bunn worked with my grandad - Mr Bunn had a daughter called Sandra. My grandad had an accident at work when I was 3 and unfortunately did not survive. I can remember running up the road to the shop as a small child and remember the house that my grandparents lived in very well. My grandma lived at the house with my aunt until the end of the 70's or early 80's. My grandma and aunt Minnie went to live in Nantwich after grandma had a bad fall and coulnd no longer live in the house.
Church Minshull 1956/62
I went to the County Primary School from 1956 until 1962, the teachers were Mrs Bracken and Mr Gore, Mrs Gutterage was the cook and later my mother. The lady who lived directly behind the school kept lots of chickens, and they all wore little blue spectacles to stop them pecking each other. The Post Office/shop was run by a Mrs Brereton and later this moved to the house next to the school and was run by Mrs Calvert and her husband, who also made furniture in a glass lean-to adjoining the house. I had a job as the paper boy, 44 papers, and it took me an hour to deliver them as the round took in the outskirts of the village too, all for 10 shillings a week. Sadly the boy who took over from me was killed when he was hit by a car, somewhere near Eardswick Hall I believe.
We kept a few chickens and got corn from the Mill run by Mrs Billinge. Opposite the... Read more
Old Memories
I remember when I was about 13 years old. Where the roundabout is now there used to be a very high wall which surrounded a large house which was the local surgery and I believe the doctor's name was Dr. Oakell. On the corner of Woodford Lane used to be Chester's ironmongers and the Co-op store and the Co-op butchers. On the opposite side of Woodford Lane was Frank Eaton's newsagents and he also had a bicycle shop next door. Just down the High Street I remember a pub called the Bull's Head which was run by a lady named Phillips, this was on the corner of Geneva Road. I used to live in Swanlow Lane near St. Chad's Church. I remember when the council offices and council yard used to be at what was called "Over Hall", the gardens used to have a large round water feature that always had lots of newts in it during the summer months. The entrance drive was virtually opposite Crossfield Avenue and... Read more
Dysart 1957
My brother Nigel was born here in 1957. It was both a farm and public house kept by my great uncle and aunt, Tom and Alice Moore.
Porch Roof
The small porch at the front was put on in about 1958, we made it in the workshop at H A Vickers & Son who were builders in Bunbury.
The Triangle
My aunty Jenny and uncle Albert Stockton used to live at the house in the triangle which used to be the old jailhouse. My dad, Ivor, used to take me and my brother John there and he used to cut our hair in the old shed.
Country View.
I used to cycle from Barbridge to Bunbury quite a lot in the 1950s when we needed to see Dr Arthur, but the view of the countryside was beautiful.
By Barbara Jones
