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Where Does The Time Go
This is the church where my 17 year old son was christened. This is also the church where I spent most of my childhood. From about the age of 10, my friends and I would go grave rubbing. We actually spent more time cleaning the old graves with an old twig and reading about who was in there. As we got older, about 13-ish, we would go into the graveyard for a sneaky puff of our cigarettes, and hide any spare ones we had in the big old tree at the entrance of the church.
Around the same time, I did the paper round for Mr Jones around the church area and down onto the estate where I lived. I did that same round until I was 17 and I was in full time work then too. My wage was £3.90 by the way then(1986) for 7 days delivering ruddy heavy newspapers.
Anyway, in the winter it was always pitch dark around the church area. I had one paper... Read more
WW2 Saighton Camp
I met my wife in Saighton Camp, but have a sister of hers in Fardon where she will be going to visit in May. I am the husband of Peggy MORT of Saighton my memories are short-lived now but remembered, we live in Canada.
Living in The Village
My family have lived in Eccleston for 45 years plus. My sister was born in the Manor House in the village itself some 39 years ago, she will kill me for that, at this point it was always said that her and Mr Wood were the only 2 living people to be born in the village and to this day she still holds on to this. The village was a fantastic place to grown up, we knew everyone and everyone knew us as kids. In the days without telephones, my mum would lean out of the window (once we had moved to the top of the village) and shout us in for tea, if we hadn't heard her we would find out as someone would let us know. We spent years walking down by the river, climbing the hollow oak tree down there, but I don't think once any of us went in to the river knowing the undercurrent and what had floated pasted in the years gone by. I... Read more
The Best Years
We moved to Dodleston in 1975 and left sadly in 1998. They were the happiest years. My children went to the villiage school and there were just 12 children then. The community feeling was great and the Whelmar estate hadn't been built. The community used to go to the field at the back of St. Mary's Road and we used to play cricket. In the winter my husband and Ken Davey (who were cowmen and worked for John Lloyd at Moat Farm) used to organise a disco in the old village hall and we used to bake scones and make baked potatoes to take down. Sometimes they used to organise a Junior Disco which all the village children thought was great. My husband also used to take the boys for football on a Wednesday afternoon with the Headmistress's permission, Mrs. Robinson. The community spirit was very strong and supportive. They were the best days and I really miss the village although things have... Read more
Christleton Pit
I remember walking up village road with my brother, and going fishing at Christleton pit. I have lots of memories of the village of when I was a young child and growing up as a teenager before joining the Army, a lot of them are of my school days at Christleton High School which was just across the road from where I lived in Woodfields.
Good Friday 1932
I was six and went to the castle with Barbara, my older sister - mum and dad were coming later. In those days the castle was only open to the public on Sundays and Bank holidays and the admission charge was sixpence. We went up to the Dancing ground - a flat piece where they used to dance to music. On the way down I was running, - fell - and broke my left arm. It was put in wooden splints and I was taken in a car to the local doctor. We met mum and dad on the way so mum went with me. I had to go to Tarporley Hospital the next day to have it reset - I was off school for 6 weeks, following that early visit to the castle!
English at Heart
I am an American who went to school in Chester in 1966/67. Rather, should I say, I was registered for school at Chester College. However, I can't say I was actually in the building very often. There just always seemed to be somewhere else to go, and something more interesting to see instead.
I arrived in Chester just as the hippies were raising their flowered heads back here in the beach areas of southern California where I came from, which had interested my new friends in Chester. I remember my new English friend Tristin wearing very, very long hair (for 1966) a burlap caftan and sandles, riding a donkey from the college across the Dee bridge to the Cathedral, while the rest of us followed chanting and waving branches that were supposed to resemble palm fronds of some sort. As I recall, we were the first hippies in Chester, but then I also seem to recall that the very next day we went right back to being Mods.... Read more
