Childhood Days

The year I began at Newton le Willows Grammar School, I had sprained my ankle running through the back lanes of Earle Street in the holidays and had my foot in a bandage. We lived in Brookfield Street until I was 5 or so with my Grandma and then moved to the new council estate in Wargrave. I loved my school, the District C of E and have such amazing memories of the market on a Friday. I would always go to the sweet stall when I went home for lunch, and buy fudge. It was so busy and fun. In the winter lamps hung from the stalls and the stallholders were wrapped up. Mistletoe hung from the stalls at Christmas. In the summer the fair would be there. Friends and I used to sit on the obelisk steps and chat. I moved away to Scotland with my boyfriend in 1980 then to Plymouth and still live here now with him, my husband of 31 years now, and our family. Newton means a great deal to me and I have so many memories I find it sad that many of the important buildings and streets of my memories have been pulled down and there is little left of the history of this amazing little town.