Princess Parade c1955, Fallowfield
Princess Parade c1955, Fallowfield Ref: F92001
Memories of Princess Parade c1955, Fallowfield
Meeting The Nurses at Princess Christian College
One way to meet the lovely nursery nurses who trained at the nearby Princess Christian College was to accompany them as they took their young charges out for walks to the shops or Platt Fields. I was the social secretary for my Hall of Residence from 1967-1969 so I had responsibility for getting the girls invited to our all-male Hall functions!
I remember this row of shops and going in a sweet shop here with one of the nurses and a toddler in tow who misbehaved. The shopkeeper asked it it was our child and we both said certainly not! The little kid was quite upset. Happier outings took place to parties in the college in Wilbraham Road where I met a lovely nurse called Rosemary. We did a lot together for more than a year and it was a sad parting when she "graduated" and left.
Platt Fields Park
I can remember going for a drive on a sunny Sunday afternoon with my mum and dad to Platt Fields Park, sometimes Dad would hire a boat on the lake and take us rowing, I would have a bag with bread in to to feed the ducks. I remember being taken into Platt Fields Hall and looking around at all the beautiful old clothes on show in glass cases and thinking that a lot of them were really ancient. Across the main road was a large strange shaped building we called the toast rack, it looked like one too, I think it was a college. I also remember on our way there we would drive past Princess Christian College for Nannies and often would see the girls out in their brown uniform coats and hats, pushing large coach-built prams.
Long Hot Summer Days in Platt Feilds Park
Aged 8-11ish my friends and I would catch the 85 bus from Chorlton- cum-hardy bus station or walk if we were skint to Platt Fields Park with a plastic bag with brown sauce or salad cream butties in and a huge bottle of orange or corporation pop (water!). With no one to tell us what to do, we had a whale of a time. Now and then we would get a chase off the parkie for tormenting him and messing about. There was a tunnel/sewer which we named the witches tunnel with an iron gate across it, that ran under Wilmslow road, we would climb across the gate then contort our bodies until we were under the gate, there was a narrow ledge on one side of the gully which the water was often fast flowing and it splashed up our legs as we shuffled along in the pitch black, backs to the wet grimy wall, until we could see daylight at the other end. All the way we would... Read more
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