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Goldenhill, High Street c1955

Goldenhill, High Street c1955
 
 

Goldenhill, High Street c1955 Ref: g232001

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Photo of Goldenhill, St John's Church c1955

Goldenhill, St John's Church c1955
Ref: G232003

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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 the lane leaving our Mum and Auntie Jean to run after us with all the shopping and school bags! They were probably as frightened as us but they would never admit it - they still ran though! The Church and Church yard have barely changed since I was small. My Mum and her brothers and sisters went to St Johns School next door to the Church and they all (those that remain above the ground of St John Church) say it has barely changed since the 1930's when they were young.

Shared on 08 October 2006 by Tina Stanyer.

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.

Shared on 08 October 2006 by Tina Stanyer.

Photo of Kidsgrove, Mow Cop Castle c1965

Kidsgrove, Mow Cop Castle c1965
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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.

Shared on 21 December 2008

Photo of Kidsgrove, Mow Cop Castle c1965

Kidsgrove, Mow Cop Castle c1965
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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 Mum came with us we had to go in the car - a red Austin 7, and take a picnic - more jam butties and pop, then we would walk part of the way back with Mum and look for nice flowers to pick. Dad always picked us up on Scholar Green level then took us for a "run out" to either Cheshire to see Jodrell Bank or to Trentham Gardens for an icecream.

Shared on 08 October 2006 by Tina Stanyer.

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 parrelel 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, Kelsalls Post Office at the bottom of Thomas Street, Tattons corner shop, Pooles paper shop, the Co-op on the A34, Talbots Off Licence opposite Thomas Street on the A34. There was the Gleaners pub on the A34 with Delves butchers and grocery shop next door and there was Deans chip shop in John Street.
On the right of the A34 there was a row of terraced houses and Pacey's garage on the right hand corner of the traffic lights. On the opposite corner opposite the Cauldwell Pud was the Black Cat transport cafe where waggons would park up for the night. The A34 was, in those days, the main route to London and was a very busy road.
On Coalpit Hill opposite Thomas Street there had once existed a Victorian park built on three levels, which we called the Bolo (there are three detached bungalows there now). Although the area where the tennis courts and bowling green had been were now overgrown and abandond, it was a perfect place for us children to play, and also had wonderful views over Cheshire and to Mow Cop. We spent many hours flying kites over Talke.
To the right of Coalpit Hill at the bottom of the hill was Hulses Farm and a wooded are we called Bunkers Hill. This area had a footrill and coal was still being mined here.
To the left of Thomas Street was a field which rose quite steeply half way up. In the summer we would play cricket and football at the bottom and in the winter we had a superb slope for sledging.
For such a small area it is amazing how many families lived there. I remember the Venables, Brookes, Jacksons, Hammonds, Sherratts, Sharpes, Bossons, Talbots, Deans, Sharmans, Lowes, Barrows, Spenders, Bishops, Colcloughs, Allens, Hollands, Kellsalls, Manleys, Fowlers, Ballards, Whalleys, Prices, Carters and Mrs Mobberley, our neighbour in Thomas Street. There are many others that I can't remember.
It is alleged that the area was demolished under a clearance order orchestrated by Tony Billington of Newcastle Borough Council. The owners of the properties were paid a pittance and then in a an underhanded act, the local authority swapped green belt rights with the land that Unity Way is now built on and then sold some of this land for private development as well as building council houses.
Unfortunately after the area was demolished the community was scattered to the four winds and the village passed into history.

Shared on 18 August 2009

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