Goldenhill memories
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St Johns The Scary
As a child I was terrified of the churchyard, we had to walk past it to get to Wilson Way where my Nan Lizzie Grocott lived. It wasn't so bad in the summer but in winter when it got dark early we would get off the bus opposite the Church and it would loom up like a big dark monster as we crossed the road towards it. My sister and me would grip onto Mum's hand so tight we would get told off. The Church yard backed on to my Auntie Frances' and if we were told to go across and visit her we would only go to the front door because we were terrified of what might be hiding just over that fence in the back garden.
One night at about half past six we walked past the church yard up the lane to go and get the bus home to Talke, we heard an owl hoot and fly across the wall above us, we took off up... Read more
Goldenhill Gangs From The 1950`s
I just wondered if any one of the top end gang would remember my memories of playing football, I was born and bred in Alice Street in 1945. My mum and dad were Hannah and George Etheridge. I also had relatives that lived down Wilson Way by the name of Roberts. I also would like to know if any school friends are still around - Billy Yates, Wilf Simpking, Todger Heath, Joey Brough - I would like to hear from you all if possible.
Happy Days
Goldenhill (Happy days)
My first memories of Goldenhill are visiting my grandparents during the terrible winter of 1947, the snow was said to be five feet thick on Oldcott Drive where it had drifted from across the fields.
I also remember flying a kite my grandad had made, we flew it on starvation banks at the top of Kidsgrove bank, I think these were the waste tips from old coal mines which had been worked out, although there was still a footrill working, I remember it had an old ex US army truck which used its winch to pull tubs to the surface.
My grandad used to take me to the working mans club on a Sunday lunch time, it was on the High street close to Stoniers bus garage, he would treat me to a bottle of pop & a bag of crisps.
There were lots of bus companies in those days, Stoniers & Jeffreys... Read more
Fishing Equipment And Cakes
Every year we would go to Pooles on the High Street to get yellow fishing nets so that we could go and collect tadpoles from ponds around the area. We would deliberate for a good while over what colour nets to get but we always ended up with yellow because our Dad said they showed the tadders up best.
Tiko Bakery was at the top of Elgood Lane (Church Lane) behind the Swan and we used to walk past ever so slowly just so that we could smell the bread and cakes cooking, on warm days we could still smell it as we turned up Wilson Way to my Nan's house.
Memories of Staffordshire
All Uphill
Our Dad used to take us for a walk up to Mow Cop Castle on a sunny Sunday. We would set off from Talke with our bottle of pop and a jam butty and walk along the canal for a while then through the lanes in Scholar Green past the Three Horseshoes then up the steepest hill to the Castle. We would sit inside the round window at the front and try to see our house in Talke on the other side of the valley. We could see so much on a clear day but never really understood what we were looking at - The welsh Mountains were part of the view and we were always trying to spot the beach in Rhyl, North Wales, (obviously impossible) and Jodrell Bank (where we thought the space men lived) was another part of the view. We would have our jam butty and pop on the grass behind the Castle and then moan all the way home because our legs ached.
If... Read more
Mow Cop as A Playground
Of the ten years spent living in Biddulph I and my siblings, Pam, Linda, Albert and Wendy, spent many hours playing amongst the rocks and the grass around the folly. Many battles were fought among ourselves as to who was to be the King or Queen of the Castle. Fond memories ....
Chris Chester.
Kidsgrove And Butlane
I was born in Kkidsgrove in a place called Back Heathcote Street, we lived there until I was four years old. I remember going to the shop at the top of Heathcote Sstreet with my older sisters to buy sweets. We then moved to Millstone Avenue, Butlane. As a child Dad would walk us up to Mow Cop, where we spent many happy hours. He would also take us on walks along the canel to Congleton, when we used to ask him how much further we were going he would say "Just under that next bridge", how our legs used to ache, but we dared not complain. We never had much has kids, but we were never bored. Paulie Townley
Talke - A Forgotten Village
As you proceed north along the A34 towards the Cheshire border you will approach Talke traffic lights and on the left and right side of the road there are two areas of grassed land. This grassed area was once the village of Talke which was demolished during the mid 1970s. As it is today, you would not realise that this was once a thriving community. There was John Street which ran parallel to the A34, Thomas Street which still exists and Wesley Street which cut the corner between Coalpit Hill and the A34. These streets were named after the Methodist preacher John Thomas Wesley and within this community there was a chapel in Thomas Street on the corner with John Street, a church at the top of Thomas Street on the corner of Coalpit Hill and one in Wesley Street. The village was made up of mainly Victorian terraced houses, which had been built in the late 1800s, and had originally housed local pit and pottery workers. There were a number of local shops,... Read more
School at Burslem Junior Tech
I lived in Blythe Bridge and travelled to school at the Burslem Junior Technical College in Moorland Road, Burslem over a period between 1943 to 1945. The journey by train on the old loop line was a lot of fun. I remember the screeching noise the coaches made when coming into Hanley station as the line had such a tight curve. We used to play football on a pitch in Hamil Road, this was lost when Port Vale took over the land to build their new ground. After a match we were run through Burslem Park back to the school and for a shower we were hosed down by someone who would be excused sports, he would use a stirrup pump and ice cold water. Then there was a mad rush to get the train home. Another memory was going to look for Molly Lea's grave, she was reputed to be The Burslem Witch and was supposed to be buried in a Burslem churchyard, but with the grave facing... Read more
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