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Life in High Legh

The School c1955
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I started school at High Legh school in 1949-teacher Miss James I think.
I lived at Holly Cottage on the way to Arley.
My dad worked at the water tower for the council, repairing water pipes.
My mother worked for Stanley Morton & son the milk rounds people
Anyone remember us.

Written by Geoff Bowes. To send Geoff Bowes a private message, click here.

A memory of High Legh in Cheshire shared on Monday, 28th January 2008.

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RE: RE: Life in High Legh

Hi,

Am afraid that I have only been around in High Legh since 2004. However we have a newsletter that goes out to all High Legh residents I could arrange to put your enquiry in it and see if anyone remembers you!

Let me know.

Rigel Allan

Comment from Rigel Allan on Friday, 9th May 2008.

RE: RE: Life in High Legh

Yes, I remember you Geoff Bowes. You went to school with my brother, Barry Jones. We lived in Fir Tree Cottage, Rowley Bank Lane ( where I was born ) a short distance from Holly Cottage, but on the same road to Arley. Graham Okell lived with his mother in a small holding, with his aunt Bessy living in a small cottage next door, between our home and yours. Bonfire nights hold fond memories for me, as we all gathered in the small orchard opposite Grahams home and enjoyed aunt Bessys home made parkin cake !! I cannot recall you being at any of these gatherings though. The O'Shea family lived in a cottage on the other side of ours, going towards the school with twins my age, John and James, Catherine and Brian. I started at High Legh Primary School in 1953 when Norman Roberts was the headmaster, he had a daughter, Gillian, who was a few years older than I. Yes, you are right, Miss James was the senior teacher and I loved her, she was really nice, making my childhood memories of junior school very happy. I am sure you will remember the 'local' post office, located about half a mile along the main road towards Warrington, (which was considered a 'busy' road having maybe one car pass every two minutes !! ) and the small shop along the lane, off Rowley Bank Lane, just along from Yallops nursery, where we could buy our sweets, like rainbow sherbet, put in triangular paper bags ? I remember having to be lifted up above counter height to view the sweets contained in large, glass jars. What wonderful memories of a bygone age when everything seemed to be 'normal'.

Comment from Wendy Entwistle on Thursday, 31st July 2008.

RE: RE: Life in High Legh

Yes Wendy I remember you and especially Barry, we used to get in some scapes together, but had good fun. I now live in Scotland, but my mother Madge (who worked at Mortons) lived in Knutsford until last Xmas, when she died aged 90, but I would love to visit High Legh, and hope to do so soon, and would still like to hear from others. Lovely to hear from you.

Comment from Geoff Bowes on Saturday, 2nd August 2008.

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