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Memories of Harriseahead
Brown Lees Village
I was born in Brook Street, Brown Lees, within the civil parish of Biddulph. The village is situated about half a mile north of the site of the former Biddulph Valley Ironworks and the Brown Lees and Victoria Collieries, where many of the residents would have worked in the past. The Ironworks ceased in the 1920s and coal mining finished in 1982. I went to school in 1938 at Knypersley, walking through the fields by footpaths in local farms. In 1950, I commenced work at Victoria Colliery as a Dust and Air Sampler to monitor ventilation in the pit. Later, I qualified as a mine surveyor and worked at Victoria and Norton Collieries. I recall attending many performances of Handel's Messiah at Brown Lees Chapel which was a few yards from my home. Brown Lees is much enlarged now, and the air is cleaner with the demise of heavy industry, but I remember it well.
l was born in Sandyford. l spent hours of my childhood in Brook Street, Brown Lees. My grandad, Harry Booth, worked down the Victoria Pit. l remember seeing the miners on their way home with faces blackened by coal dust. l remember meadows of wild flowers, in spring there were bluebells. l remember Biddulph Old Hall and The Chinese Gardens. Dad to take us for walk up the Mow Cop Castle on a sunny Sunday, took a picnic (butties and pop sweets) we spent many happy hours. Sylvia Davies (nee Booth)
Watching The Victoria Colliery Pit Head Wheels Spinning as A 5 Year Old !!!
I have a great sense of belonging to Brown Lees. In the 1920s/30s my great grandfather, Wilfrid "Bluey" Bailey, was under manager at Victoria, and subsequently his son Lloyd Bailey built the houses and bungalows in Brown Lees Road in the early 30s. My father Gary Bailey was born in the large house (halfway down Brown Lees Rd ) "The Brampton". As a 5 year old I would stand by the "tin bridge" and marvel at the spinning pit head wheels, and wonder what life was like 1000 feet under the ground !!! The steam shunting engine and the 10 tonne laden coal wagons, evoked a world of magic and charm, and at least the railway cottages still stand to this day......evoking the simple, hard life of a long lost world, of which I just caught a glimpse of its' final days !!!!!
I was born at Mow Cop, on the Cheshire side! I have two brothers. One older & one younger. We went to Woodcocks Well junior & infant school. The infant class teacher was Mrs Lawton & the next class teacher was Miss Bailey. The head master was Mr Vernon Ball who lived in the schoolhouse attached to the school. Our playground was quite an adventure playground by today's clinical standards. OK he of our teachers, a Mr Axon, if my memory serves me contracted TB & so a mobile xray machine came to the school & we were all xrayed then given a BCG injection.
Out of school times our playground was by the 'castle' which is a local folly & on the castle banks. This was built by the local landowner a Mr Baker-Wilbraham as a summer house but was never completed as the doorway opened into Staffordshire & the landowner there, a Mr Sneyd claimed right of entry.
Postwar Childhood in Knypersley
Born in 1940 at Tunstall Rd, I spent hours of my childhood at the edge of Cowlishaw Walker's pool, reached through our neighbour, Mrs Sargent's garden, which sloped steeply up to the railings round the pool. I only had to put a jam jar among the rocks for a stickleback to swim into it. Pussy willow and hazel catkins hung around the pool and in spring it was a mass of frogspawn. The tiny froglets would find their way down the bank and into our gardens and even into Mrs Sargent's kitchen. I heard that there had been a tragedy in the winter I was born when 2 boys fell through the ice on the pool and one of them drowned. At school we skipped to a rhyme unique to the area: 'North Staffordshire Railway Loopline! I call number 1'. On the word 'Loopline' the rope was held aloft until the next skipper ran in. Another rhyme was 'I am a girl guide dressed in blue,... Read more
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.
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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 ....