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Clubmoor maps
Historic maps of Clubmoor and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Clubmoor maps
Clubmoor photos
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Liverpool| Walton| Croxteth| Wallasey| New Brighton| Sefton| Birkenhead| Crosby| Blundellsands| Oxton| Port Sunlight| Bidston| Bebington| Barnston
Clubmoor area books
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Memories of Clubmoor
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Merseyside memories
Growing up in Kirkdale
I was one year old when we moved to Kirkdale, that was 1956, we moved to 82 Brasenose Road from Huyton with Roby so all my childhood memories were about growing up in Kirkdale. We had nothing but we were happy. There was six of us, we all slept in one bed, top and tail, but everyone in our road was the same. We never had a bathroom, just an outside toilet that looked like a shrine becuase we had that many candles in there. Every Saturday night all the mams and dads went out and would come home either fighting or singing. There was one feller who was about 60 and dead skinny and every Saturday night he would come home from the alehouse singing, and everyone called him 'the singing skull'. The feller over the road was the bell puller in St Paul's Church every Sunday, he was called 'Shacky Bob', haha. Every lamp in our road was bent because we were always swinging on them haha.... Read more
Receiving My Certificate
I attended a presentation at St George's Hall as a youngster, where I received a beautiful certificate in recognition of an essay I had written. I have no idea what I wrote about but since the RSPCA awarded the certificate, then I assume it must have been about animals.
As a very shy, not-at-all-confident child, I remember nervously waiting and waiting for that moment to come. At last, I climbed the few stairs alongside the stage and as I stepped forward onto the old wooden stage I immediately tripped and went sprawling at the feet of the adults seated there. I lived to tell the tale but didn't think I ever would!
When I Was A Child
I can clearly remember pushing my doll's pram up to the shops with my Mother from our home in South Mossley Hill Road. I was always fascinated by the overhead cash delivery system in the Co-op shops.
The very end shop was the Co-op selling haberdashery and shoes, I think that was where my love for shoes was born!
A cake shop called Wallers was next door, another favourite place of mine!
The Co-op food shop was very exciting as we did not frequent this very often with my Father being a shopkeeper himself - buying groceries from there was strictly forbidden. Happy Days!!!!
The Liver Buildings
This Building and its giant clock was the only way to know the time of day (no watches!) and the tram-car home left the pier-head by this clock and got us home for tea - costing 1d (penny) for a return.
You could see this clock coming in from the New Brighton Ferry, and work out what tram you would be on!!
The Law Courts
I remember Dale Street, on the right was the place where single mothers had to go to collect their benefit from the father of their child/ren, as ruled by the courts order!! Further along Dale Street you could cut up Moorfield to Tithe Barn Street to the Stadium to watch either wrestling on a Thursday night or boxing on a Friday.
SS Majestic 1890
On 25 June 1890 my grandmother, Emma L Hasell, 24 years old, left her life as a household servant and sailed on the Majestic for New York where she joined her fiance, William Henry Pickering, formerly of Silverdale and Tunbridge Wells. She stayed in the YWCA until she found work. They married in November 1891.
My Grandmother
My grandmother emigrated to the United States on the Campania in 1905. She sailed with her brother, Harry. They were sponsored by their uncle Owen Roberts, who lived in Wymore, Nebraska. After arriving at New York they travelled overland by train After a few years my grandmother returned home, to Wales.
