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Memories of A Sankey Lad
Although now living over a thousand miles away, my memories of my childhood in Great Sankey will always be dear to me.
Brought up in Hood Lane near the Rose Inn, the endless stream of traffic passing my garden gate heading to and from the United States Air Force base at Butonwood. I remember saying hello to Cleo Laine when the Johnny Dankworth tour bus stopped outside my house for direction to Buertonwood. She was the first coloured lady I had ever spoken to, she was only in her twenties I think.
And at night the constant roar of the aircraft engines in the test bays, the afternoon BOAC flight from New York to Manchester which came to Burtonwood as the Manchester runway was not long enough, the constant buzz of jet planes flying into Burtonwood, the Boeing WB50 weather planes based on the airfield and of course the large dominating figure of Harry James, our next door neighbour who was a policemen at Burtonwood and his always... Read more
Mrs. Butterfield
First thing that came into my head when I saw this - Mrs. Butterfield - the Headmistress. I went to this school from 1951 to 1956. Mrs. Butterfield put me in for the 11 plus exam a year early and I passed and moved on to Helsby Grammar School. Moore school was just one big room divided into infants and juniors by a partition. There was a big black stove to heat the place and we used to put our free bottles of milk on it in the winter to thaw it out. The toilets were outside and were just big buckets which had to be emptied. A big lorry would turn up to empty them and, always it seemed, at play time. So there we were playing while the men weaved in and out carrying the full toilets. Where was health and safety then ??? It is no longer a school of course, don't know what it is now, I must ask my brother who still lives there.
Who Are These People?
Who are the people in this photo? My mum and dad bought the Post Office from Mr and Mrs Evans but I can't work out yet which year that would be, sometime in the 1950s that I do know. Can't work out whether or not that's me with the dog and the other two, I think, might be Ann and Alan Ainsworth. Around the building, just underneath the black and white bit, there is some writing and I can't think for the life of me what it says. People used to organise car treasure hunts and one of the things they had to find was what this writing said. Sunday afternoons in the summer were a nightmare with cars constantly stopping to read it. My brother still lives in the old Post Office, I will ask him what the writing says and get back to you.
Later post:
I said I'd get back to you didn't I? The wording around the house is 'Every house is builded by some man... Read more
Jean And Fred
Ah the memories this invokes in me! We used to come here every week for hay and straw for our goats. Jean and Fred lived here with their two sons. They were really lovely people. One day we went as usual and Fred told me there was a compulsory purchase order on the farm and all the land surrounding it. I remember being absolutely devastated that all that wonderfull farmland was going to disappear to make way for thousands of awful houses and warehouses. Yes, I know it's progress, but it changed a beautiful landscape and robbed wonderfull people of their land and farm.
Cubs And Scouts.
I spent many an evening waiting outside this building .
I came to live in Moore in 1970 and by that time the new school on Runcorn Rd had opened. The old school in the photo was bought by Moore Scouts.
My son Toby went to both Cubs and Scouts here .
I walked out of here very proudly one evening after my son had recieved his Chief Scouts award!! Happy Days.
WHERE'S OUR SUSAN!
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I saw this photo and the year it was taken. I was born in 1960 and my mam already had my two older brothers to look after, one was 3 and the other 1. She took us all to the shops one day, this would have only been a short walk from South Street, which was at the back of the shops, my two brothers had her mithered all round the shops, she says, so she just got a few things from the shop next door to the Co-op, called Maypole and headed back home. A few hours later my dad came home from work, looked around and asked "Where's our Susan?" - me mam says she went sick! She'd only gone and left me outside the shop!! They ran back round to the shop - yes, I was still there in my posh Silvercross pram, 3 hours later! I love reminding her of that! So that's why I'm ordering this... Read more
Simms Cross
I was born at 9 Frederick Street, in 1941, and my earliest memory is of flags, streamers and buntings strung across the street every time a soldier came home 'from the war'. I don't know why, but the Union Jack flag absolutely terrified me, and still does....I will walk blocks to avoid one flying...but I always go to the cenotaph in Victoria Park on Remembrance Sunday...still terrified of the flags, and yet I am sure, not as terrified as those we remember were. Does anyone remember my grandad? He was Bob Houghton, known as Long Bob because he was well over six feet tall. He was a Bookies Runner, and took bets for the Bookmaker (illegally then, of course) in Gerard Street, and he used to give me a threepenny Joey, to take the bag of bets and money to the bookmaker's sweet shop, and another to pick up the 'winnings'. It was 'our secret', I think my grandmother would have killed him had she known. My grandmother was Fanny Houghton,... Read more
