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My First Memories of Harpurhey
Let me amend my memories of Harpurhey, after looking at some old photos of Manchester I can now remember and recollect other things, like for example holding on to the rails outside St Edmund's Junior School on the first day and my poor mother having to take me home, only to bring me back one week later, I think that was 1951. My first clear memory of Harpurhey was the Coronation in 1953. I expected the Queen to walk down the very street I lived in which was Mitford Street, just off Conran Street, it had a greengrocer's on one corner and an ironmonger's on the other. I remember that the street was concrete because it had to take heavy loads on oit during the war years, transport etc, it was excellent for roller skating on as most other streets were cobblestones, and we had a large Back Street which had no traffic on it, this was where all the children played in safety. Dewhurst's the meat factory was situated... Read more
Turkey Lane Hip
It was around this time the old Hippodrome closed. Well everyone thought it had, us children knew better, we could just open the loading door slightly and squeeze in, many costumes had been left, but we never tried them on, just looked at them and said how nice they were, but we knew all about the ghost that walked the stage and we talked in whispers in case they heard us.
Someone must have realised what was going on, because a new lock went on this door and we could not get in. Mind, we then found an air vent and many of us could crawl through this, so our trips continued, until this was found out and closed off. Wonderful, innocent, fun loving days.
Mrs Jemmison
How we must have given this lady a headache. She lived at the bottom of the lane and we children used to go to the side of her house and play ball. Many times she came out, not to complain, just to ask us to move further up the wall away from the room they were sitting in. What a lovely lady, and a belated sorry for the noise. Another time we were playing on Rileys wall, and the windows were covered in wire netting. I ran under my friends arms and the netting went into my head. On a bus to Booth Hall hospital for two stitches. My family I fear must had despaired of me.
Harpurhey Childhood 1942/1950
When I was born in William St in 1942, Harpurhey was very different from today. Horses and carts delivered the milk and coal, the horses following the carters down the st, knowing where to stop for the next drop. Mam would let us give the horse a crust covered in jam, as it waited at the step. The rag and bone man was a regular sight, with his cry echoing the surrounding streets. Out we'd run with a few old clothes or some jam jars to be rewarded with a balloon, or if you took something really good a goldfish, that's if mam didn't want any donkey stones for cleaning the steps. He recycled all our rubbish. On May Day the horses were all dressed up with shiny leather and brasses, ribbon and braid in their plaited manes and tails, such big shirehorses but such gentle giants, so resigned to their working lot. There were no cars in our st so it was safe to play out, which all we... Read more
Collyhurst Flats
I was born Heather Pickering in 1952 and lived from there on in Collyhurst Flats. I also remember playing on Barnies tip and getting into trouble from my mother for doing so. I went to St James primary school and left there and went on to Harpurhey High. My mother also went to Osborne Street wash house, but she used to go on a Wednesday and on this day during the winter we would have home made ham and pea soup. I used to love Bonfire Night when bonfires would be feet away from the flats. I loved collecting wood and old furniture weeks before and stealing spoils from rival gangs. On Bonfire Night my dad would buy fireworks - there was little Health & Safety then as he allowed us to light them ourselves on occasions. I remember going to buy my dads 'fags' every night, trotting off to the herbalist on Rochdale Road and the reward for doing this chore was a few penny sweets. I used to... Read more
Warts And All
From Ethel Charnock to Ethel Middleton when I migrated and married an Australian.
I was born in 1933 attended St James Church of England, the eldest of four kids, two sisters and one brother.
We lived in Needwood Street off Rochdale Road. I was five when we moved into Collyhurst flats, Kingsley Crescent. From not having hot water on tap or electricity, it was like we had moved into a palace. Turn on the tap and hot water came out, switch on the light instead of lighting the gas mantle.
Instead of the old zinc bath which we took tuns in front of the fire, we now had a bath we could stretch out in. Mam had it easier with washing and ironing instead of heating the iron on the coals, she had electricity, and a boiler instead of all the scrubbing on the washboard.
Dad was demobbed out of the army, we were a complete family again. D Day and the tables end to end along... Read more
Beautiful Memories.
Hello. I was born at Crumpsall Hospital 1945 and lived at 59 Dalton St, for seven years. Mother is named Eileen and dad was Fred. I had an older sister Barbara. My Aunty Peggy and Uncle John lived a few doors down - they had three sons, Bob, Malcom and Ian. My dad worked on the docks and I remember well, I think it was the lamp lighter coming to wake him up in the early hours of the morning by tapping on the bedroom window. My grandfather was a Rag and Bone man and often came down Dalton St. Have many happy memories of playing whip and top, hopscotch and ball on the railway wall. I remember my friend Teddy Peacock and his sister Shirley. I went to St. Catherines and my 1st teacher was Miss Jelly, who taught from a lectern, a rather tall skinny lady. We used to say "Miss Jelly had a wooden belly and... Read more
