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M62 Motorway Bridge
I remember being taken to Peel Green one Sunday, and witnessed the opening of the new bridge over the canal. On that day, the bridge was closed to all motor traffic, and thousands of people walked across it, quite a unique experience. Try doing it today! There was a carnival atmosphere about the whole day.
Lyndale Eccles
When I left school in 1962 me and my pal Chris Marks used to go to the Lyndale over Burton's tailors. We saw some great acts - Herman and the Hermits, Rockin Berries, loads of local groups that didn't make it, Brian Page and the Chapters..Stylos, and lots of others. Then we graduated to the Jungfrau in Manchester where you could dance the night away without the need for alcohol - it was coffee (frothy) and coca cola or pepsi. Or the Twisted Wheel where we saw acts like Long John Baldry, the Rolling Stones, Hollies - what a fantastic time to be a teenager! I actually saw the Beatles at the Ardwick Apollo....live! I worked afacing Granada TV and met The Kinks, Karl Denver, Gerry and the Pacemakers, The Stones and The Beatles in the early 60s, what wonderful memories...if only we could go back. By the way, if we missed the bus home we would take off our shoes and walk, no fear at all. How things have... Read more
Childhood Memories of Eccles And Surrounds
I was born in 1924 in Salford. My parents moved to 254 Barton Lane, Eccles, corner of Barton Lane and Fairless Road when I was 4 years old. Dad was an electrical engineer and fitter with Eccles Corporation.
In 1927 my sister Olive was born.
My first school in 1929 was Lewis Street School, Patricroft, where I met my first friend, Joyce Locket. I went for a time to St Catherine's School at Barton, just over the swing bridge. My last school was St Andrews, Eccles. I left school at 14, so I lived through the depression years. We played ball games, whip and top, hop scotch, and rolled hoops along the pavement with a stick. We had cycles and used to take picnics to Barton and Astley Moss areas in school holidays.
I used to watch the gas man light the street gas lamps with a long pole just before dark. The Co-op bread van would deliver bread at 4p a loaf. The rag and bone man came round... Read more
Some of my Early Years in Old Eccles
I lived in Eccles from 1939 until 1942 and went to Eccles Parish School. I lived in Evelin Street, off Salters Lane. There was a big gang of young kids inbetween the the houses. At Ladywell Hospital there was large reservoir - we spent hours in the summers taking turns rafting. My grandmother, owned a corner shop opposite the church on Salters Lane.
ABC Broadway
The cinema was the ABC Broadway, but the main road through Eccles was (and hopefully still is) Church Street. The cinema was at the bottom of Church Street, where it met with Liverpool Road.
St Catherines School
I went to St Catherines School prior to going to Australia. Have very fond memories as a child growing up in this area. I lived at 513 Barton Lane, and my Grandparents lived at 569 Barton Lane. Would love to correspond with anyone who lived here in this era.
Lyndale/Broadway, Eccles
Good days at the Lyndale nipping out to the Hare and Hounds for a pint, also the town hall pub. Yes, fantastic nights there from about 1961-1964, I saw Herman's Hermits, Dave Berry ect, had some good times there, I wish they could come back. I went to Broadway (which later became the Court School of Dancing), saw the Hollies and other great stars of the day. I wish we were all 18 again.
Church Street, Eccles
Just at the top of the photo, and out of camera, was a pub called the Railway Tavern. Locally it was known as the 'Top House'. Around the back lurked a bookies runner, and I was sent by my grandad on many occasions, to 'put a bet on' for him. I was always told to watch out for policemen, before going down the ally. The runner was a spiv of a man, who would disappear once I had handed over the bet money, wrapped in paper. Any winnings would be collected from the bar later, by my grandad, and probably ended up in the pub till!
