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New Hall Baths
I remember before leaving Fazakerley Comprehensive School I was learning to swim and the teachers took us to New Hall baths, I remember one day I had my swimming lesson and had to return to school in a wet swimming costume as someone had decided to look in my bag and nick my undergarment. I was easily embarrassed them and sat with a red face for the rest of the school day. I loved going the swimming baths and now it's closed down I miss it as I uld escape to the warmth of the pool away from everyday life. I even went once and found a cockroach swimming towards me.
Lazy Summers
I remember the summer club run by mothers at Formosa Drive School. We used to meet up on the school field with lunch and spend the afternoon chatting with friends and playing rounders. I remember being in Miss Jackson's class sucking polos we use to pass around and drinking warm milk.
Growing up 'on The Green'
I was born and raised at 3 Carr Lane in April 1940, and went to St 'Tessies'. Never enough hours in the day, playing football, cricket or kick the can and British bulldog or headers in our side garden. The focal point was the triangle of grass in front of our house forever known as 'the green', which was the scene of some great sporting moments and central staging point for VE and VJ celebrations and annual Bonfire Night gatherings. Do any old faces remember those days? The Ryans, Tippings, Huggards, Keegans, Borrows, Dixons, Moss', Walls all joined our mob in endless activities and the odd bit of scallywagging.
Ellergreen And St Tessies
I went to Ellergreen in the mid 1950's, and well remember chucking stones and snow-ball fights with the kids of St Tessies, who used to call us 'College Puddings'. I remember there was a great chippie on the corner of Carr Lane, where we all used to go at lunchtime and stuff the chips into half a 'Vienna' loaf. DEE-licious...!!! Much better than the school nosh. I often got the cane for it - but those chips were worth it...!!!
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!!!!
