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Memories of Freshfield
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The Walk to School - Ryeground Lane
Having walked up the hawthorn-lined path from Graburn Road to Church Road, I would turn towards the Embassy Cinema and The Grapes Hotel (pictured) and turn into Ryeground Lane on the way to St Peter's Infants School in Paradise Lane. In autumn I would shuffle through the almost knee-high drifts of tobacco-coloured chestnut and sycamore leaves from the arching overhead branches, blown aside by the crimson double-decker Ribble buses. Somehow I don't remember the wet days or even the really snowy days of 1947, just the autumn leaves and possibly conkers. Strange, as I made the same journey from 1944 until 1947. Memories of the Grapes are limited to Charlie Bostock, whose mum worked there, say 1949 to ?1954. He had an underground hideout in the grounds, and Kensitas cigarettes suddenly come to mind. Across from the Grapes was a corner group of shops, all clad if I remember correctly in white tiles. Mrs Knight ran the grocers. Her potted meat was a dream, and butter came in small wooden kegs. The next... Read more
St Joseph's Nursing Home
My memory is of working on nights at St Joseph's nursing home for people with learning disabilities. I co-ordinated the nursing assistants. At first it was an old building and then three new units were built after the children were moved out and it became an adult home. It was in the middle of the pine woods and in the morning before individuals were awakened, washed and dressed we watched red squirrels and rabbits playing outside the home and the convent, as this home was set up by the Poor Servants of the Mother of God. I remember at times having disputes with some of the nuns (usually about staffing levels) however usually these ended amicably and I really enjoyed and learnt a lot from them.
St. Joseph's Home, Holidays
The children of St. Joseph's Patricroft, Eccles, spent their summer holidays at Freshfield. The girls would stay at "Vaughan House" on Victoria Rd the boys at a priest training college nearby. When the weather was suitable we would walk down to the beach passing by the pine tree woods. At the weekend the older girls were allowed to attend a dance in a local hall in Formby.
I did not know at the time that my father had been born at a big house called "Lawnswood" next to Vaughan House in Victoria Rd. The house has since been demolished and replaced with apartments. My father's brother born 1901 was born in Freshfield Rd, the house was called "San Antonio" with no house No stated I have not been able to trace it, the title I take it would have changed over the years. My grandfather Wharton Rye Collinge died in WW1 and is listed on the Formby war memorial. These facts I discovered four years ago, having never knowing... Read more
Merseyside memories
Holmwood School Pupil.
I have many memories of my time at Holmwood School. I joined as a day boy in 1968, when the Headmaster was David Glass and I left around 1973 when the Headmaster was Johnny Clegg.
I remember the trips we had in the old school bus to Formby sands and Freshfield woods to see the red squirrels.
My days at Holmwood were happy times in the late 60's, with friends and teachers that are now all but distant memories.
Holmwood was a relatively small community by today's standards, but the lessons I learnt then as a small boy have stood the test of time.
It was a sad day when Holmwood ceased to be a seat of learning.
EVERY SUNDAY!
Yes! every Sunday for years during the summer holidays this is where you would find me, my mam, dad, 3 brothers, 2 sisters, aunties, uncles, cousins, nanny and grandad. We would park the car what seemed like miles away and we would trek over the sand dunes to the 'beach' - I use the term loosely as when we used to go in the 1960s ,we would have to dodge oil slicks, broken glass, burnt mattress springs and then the jelly fish before we could paddle in the murky waters! Who knows what pollution there was, we just took it for granted that this is what a beach looked like, years on we would think back with horror!
The sand dunes were great though, we would spend hours jumping off them!
Happy Days
I was looking for a Holmwood Old Boys site when I found this one. I spent the years between 1951 and 1958 at Netherby and Holmwood, and they were the happiest school days ever.
Having followed my father's footsteps to Holmwood, I had to achieve the same level in sport. Each afternoon we either played soccer, rugby or cricket and the advice from the teachers was invaluable. 'Slogger' Hilditch was great, and is still alive. Strange to say that my daughter is very friendly with his daughter!
The team matches against other schools were always exciting, but the fathers' match was the one to win.
I always remember playing wicket keeper, and, after shouting ''Mine''', ran about fifty yards to take the catch which sent my father to the pavilion.
The dicipline was strict, and David Glass was pretty handy with the cane. But it did us no harm and we did learn right from wrong. Having said that, receiving four on the bottom for failing... Read more
Our Lady`s(Church Road)boys Side!Formby.Knocked Down Many Years Ago
Hello friends! I am very interested to find out as much as I can about the former Our Lady's school which used to be on Church Road in Formby. I'm interested more about the boys side as apparently boys and girls were seperated then. My Father went to that school (not sure on the year?) and he has no memory keepsake whatsoever! So for Fathers Day I would love to change that with a nice surprise. Some information will be lovely and if any photos are available or you know the whereabouts of any that would be wonderful, many,many thanks! My Father's name is Noel Aindow and he'll be 67 in Dec if any old classmates are out there. Patricia.
