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Where Does The Time Go
This is the church where my 17 year old son was christened. This is also the church where I spent most of my childhood. From about the age of 10, my friends and I would go grave rubbing. We actually spent more time cleaning the old graves with an old twig and reading about who was in there. As we got older, about 13-ish, we would go into the graveyard for a sneaky puff of our cigarettes, and hide any spare ones we had in the big old tree at the entrance of the church.
Around the same time, I did the paper round for Mr Jones around the church area and down onto the estate where I lived. I did that same round until I was 17 and I was in full time work then too. My wage was £3.90 by the way then(1986) for 7 days delivering ruddy heavy newspapers.
Anyway, in the winter it was always pitch dark around the church area. I had one paper... Read more
WW2 Saighton Camp
I met my wife in Saighton Camp, but have a sister of hers in Fardon where she will be going to visit in May. I am the husband of Peggy MORT of Saighton my memories are short-lived now but remembered, we live in Canada.
Living in The Village
My family have lived in Eccleston for 45 years plus. My sister was born in the Manor House in the village itself some 39 years ago, she will kill me for that, at this point it was always said that her and Mr Wood were the only 2 living people to be born in the village and to this day she still holds on to this. The village was a fantastic place to grown up, we knew everyone and everyone knew us as kids. In the days without telephones, my mum would lean out of the window (once we had moved to the top of the village) and shout us in for tea, if we hadn't heard her we would find out as someone would let us know. We spent years walking down by the river, climbing the hollow oak tree down there, but I don't think once any of us went in to the river knowing the undercurrent and what had floated pasted in the years gone by. I... Read more
Christleton Pit
I remember walking up village road with my brother, and going fishing at Christleton pit. I have lots of memories of the village of when I was a young child and growing up as a teenager before joining the Army, a lot of them are of my school days at Christleton High School which was just across the road from where I lived in Woodfields.
Good Friday 1932
I was six and went to the castle with Barbara, my older sister - mum and dad were coming later. In those days the castle was only open to the public on Sundays and Bank holidays and the admission charge was sixpence. We went up to the Dancing ground - a flat piece where they used to dance to music. On the way down I was running, - fell - and broke my left arm. It was put in wooden splints and I was taken in a car to the local doctor. We met mum and dad on the way so mum went with me. I had to go to Tarporley Hospital the next day to have it reset - I was off school for 6 weeks, following that early visit to the castle!
Spurstow Nursary
My parents owned the nursery at Spurstow, (I remember the big oak tree in front of the petrol front on the A49). They were there from 1943 to my father's death in 1951. Was there a family called 'Prier' (soliciter, doctor) in the area? Dad use to go shooting with someone of that name or similar in the area. I have very fond memories of the area, the small farm behind us where we got our milk, the local bakery in the village, the pictures in Bunbury. The flowers and the vegetables Dad used to grow, the glass houses and the boiler Dad used to stoke every day to keep the heat into those green houses. Dad used to have a fun day and bonfire on Guy Fawkes Day at the top end of the nursery. The hotel next door where I learnt how to behave at a function table, there was a big hill on the road behind us somewhere, where we used to ride our box carts and... Read more
Spurstow
I was born in Spurstow and lived by the crossroads on the A49 and went to the girls' school till I was seven, Miss Bratt was the teacher and lived in Tarporley and came to school on a scooter. Miss Rodgers was the head teacher and she lived in Bunbury in the village. Then it was off to the lads' school up the heath at seven, Mrs Steventon was the teacher, then on to Mr Nev Rowell who was a Welsh man, I can still see him on his motorbike. He used to tell us stories of the war, when he was a pilot. Mr Tom Steventon was the head and walked with a limp, he was a good teacher and he used to live in the big house next to the school with his wife ... Happy school days.
