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Historic maps of Dingle and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Dingle maps
Dingle photos
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Dingle area books
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Memories of Dingle
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Blitz
We lived in Mill Street in the Dingle and I remember one night my Mum took me and my younger sister to the Mayfair cinema, we saw the picture and as it was ending the Sirens went. The Manager said we could stay at the cinema until the all clear was sounded, but my Mum was worried my Dad would be looking for us so we started to venture home. We were all walking along Aigbuth Road when we saw this plane coming down low. My mum said "Don't worry, I think its one of ours". She no longer said the words when it started to machine gun both sides of the road. Luckliy for us we managed to get into an air-raid shelter where my Dad found us. I don't think many of our generation this day would want to go through anything like that today. Ruth Strong
Merseyside memories
Maybank
Maybank was a large house, formerly a doctor's surgery, situated off St Anne's Road, in Aigburth. I was in "digs" there with the Jones family (Ron & Nell and their children Peter & Helen) in the 1960's. I met Peter at Cardiff University and became friends. His father was the conductor of the Merseyside Youth for Christ Choir. Maybank was the venue for an informal Sunday night meeting, the Squash, attended by christians from various Merseyside churches. Several would stay for supper. Occasionally some of us would take a late stroll down to the Otterspool Promenasde on the banks of the River Mersey. Eventually Maybank was sold-off to developers who built several houses on the site (now called Maybank Grove). For the rest of my time in Liverpool I lived with Ruth, Nell's sister, and her Canadian husband Roy. This was in Barkhill Road, opposite I.M.Marsh Ladies P.E.College (now part of Liverpool John Moores University) and then Horringford Road. Before I learnt... Read more
Memories of Bonfire Night in The 1950s.
I grew up in Berwick Street, Liverpool. The best night of the year was Bonfire Night. My mates and I would collect bonny wood for ages before the big night and store it in a bombed out house on Berwlck Street. The whole street would contribute stuff to burn. On November 5th we'd run home from school and get the wood out and place it at the junction of Berwick Street and Proctor Street ready for our dads to light it. I can't remember there ever being any trouble. What I do remember is everyone in the street having a wonderful time. I left Berwick Street when I was 12 and moved to Norris Green but I stayed at Newsham Secondary School. If anyone remembers these days my e-mail address is: ericadavehome@googlemail.com I''d love to hear from you.
Ghosts....
Both my aunts lived in Riverham in Grassendale. I went on a recent trip with one aunt and she pointed out a spot where she claims to have seen a ghost a Victorian-dressed woman in an ankle length blue/purple dress walking towards her (in the direction of Riverham) from Fernlea. I began to start telling her story to my other aunt when she stopped me. She began to tell me about the ghost she saw. She was looking out of the bathroom window in the night, on looking towards the lampost she saw a woman stood still under the streetlight. Outside the gates of Riverham, she described to me the dress. The description was very similar to that of the first ghost. They'd never told one another and so I'm curious. I've never been a great believer but, this was too much of a coincidence. Neither were scared, more puzzled, and have a very vivid memory of the two sightings. Does anyone else have similar stories or know of any... Read more
Growing up in Tranmere
I grew up in Oriel Road in Lower Tranmere. My nan lived across the road from us. When I was 5 (1951) she had a stroke and my mum spent the next 5 years looking after her until she died, when I was about 10. In those days, there was a Salvation Army place at the bottom of Oriel Road and I remember when we had a street party for the Queen's Coronation, the Salvation Army lent the trestle tables which were put out in the street for the party. I was a real tomboy then and my favourite game was Cowboys and Indians. I always played with two of the boys who lived in Oriel Road as well, David and John. It was a good road to grow up in in those days, all the neighbours knew each other. Mum was never one for going into neighbours' houses but she would always chat when she met anyone in the street. I haven't been down there for a long time... Read more
22 Years in Higher Tranmere
I was born in St Catherine's Hospital during 1943 and spent the next 22 years living right across the street from it until I emigrated to Canada in 1965. I can remember my mother, my sister and I walking along Derby Road with the empty pram to pick up a bag of coal (in the days of rationing)! The corner shop was Morris's just at the bottom of the hill near North Road - we used to go there for a llb of broken biscuits and a little bag of Dolly Mixtures. At the top of the hill was the Post Office, Newton's and a family called Peacock used to have an icecream/candy shop next door - lovely home made ice cream. We used to walk down to play in Mersey Park and an extra long walk took us over to Victoria Park where we would watch the cricket being played on a Sunday afternoon. On Saturday morning we went to the film shows with the Auntie Gladys club from... Read more
1960's Tunnel Memories
I clearly remember these Land Rover "Tunnel Patrol" vehicles although I was only 7 in 1965. I thought that they were real Police vehicles (were they labelled "Tunnel Police" I wonder?) and I remember being puzzled by the cream colour as ordinary Police vehicles were either all white or sky-blue with white doors. My family used to visit my grandmother (who lived in Tranmere) virtually every week and my Dad used to play a game on the way home with me and my mother when it was dark. It was called "How Many Cars in the Tunnel Without Lights?". Each of us had to guess a number for how many cars would be seen in the tunnel without any lights on, and the closest to the actual total, won. You were supposed to leave your lights on (sidelights I recall) but many people turned their lights off as the interior of the tunnel was quite brightly lit. In those days the branch tunnels used to be "open" more often than... Read more
