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Higher Tranmere maps
Historic maps of Higher Tranmere and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Higher Tranmere maps
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Higher Tranmere area books
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Memories of Higher Tranmere
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Growing up in Tranmere
I grew up in Oriel Road in Lower Tranmere. My nan lived across the road from us. When I was 5 (1951) she had a stroke and my mum spent the next 5 years looking after her until she died, when I was about 10. In those days, there was a Salvation Army place at the bottom of Oriel Road and I remember when we had a street party for the Queen's Coronation, the Salvation Army lent the trestle tables which were put out in the street for the party. I was a real tomboy then and my favourite game was Cowboys and Indians. I always played with two of the boys who lived in Oriel Road as well, David and John. It was a good road to grow up in in those days, all the neighbours knew each other. Mum was never one for going into neighbours' houses but she would always chat when she met anyone in the street. I haven't been down there for a long time... Read more
22 Years in Higher Tranmere
I was born in St Catherine's Hospital during 1943 and spent the next 22 years living right across the street from it until I emigrated to Canada in 1965. I can remember my mother, my sister and I walking along Derby Road with the empty pram to pick up a bag of coal (in the days of rationing)! The corner shop was Morris's just at the bottom of the hill near North Road - we used to go there for a llb of broken biscuits and a little bag of Dolly Mixtures. At the top of the hill was the Post Office, Newton's and a family called Peacock used to have an icecream/candy shop next door - lovely home made ice cream. We used to walk down to play in Mersey Park and an extra long walk took us over to Victoria Park where we would watch the cricket being played on a Sunday afternoon. On Saturday morning we went to the film shows with the Auntie Gladys club from... Read more
1960's Tunnel Memories
I clearly remember these Land Rover "Tunnel Patrol" vehicles although I was only 7 in 1965. I thought that they were real Police vehicles (were they labelled "Tunnel Police" I wonder?) and I remember being puzzled by the cream colour as ordinary Police vehicles were either all white or sky-blue with white doors. My family used to visit my grandmother (who lived in Tranmere) virtually every week and my Dad used to play a game on the way home with me and my mother when it was dark. It was called "How Many Cars in the Tunnel Without Lights?". Each of us had to guess a number for how many cars would be seen in the tunnel without any lights on, and the closest to the actual total, won. You were supposed to leave your lights on (sidelights I recall) but many people turned their lights off as the interior of the tunnel was quite brightly lit. In those days the branch tunnels used to be "open" more often than... Read more
Tunnel Road Memories
I lived in number 9 Tunnel Road which is still there today. It's the road running from the side of the flyover at the bottom of Chester Street to access the tunnel. Me and my brother and sisters played every day on the top (as we called it), this is where the gardens were situated right at the mouth of the tunnel. We would use white pavement chalk to draw a house on the ground and pick sods from the grass and sell them as cabbage to play shop. We would play whip and top and the lads would play kick the can (football only with an old can they had found) to amuse themselves, as they couldn't afford footballs in them days. We would play allio and we would play on the old coaches that used to get dumped on the bottom field at the bottom of Tunnel Road. The kids from Tunnel Road, Egerton Street and Getley Street would have stone (Jokker ) fights in November so we... Read more
Days of my Childhood
As young children my nanna would frequently walk my sister and I up to the Arno to play in the rough ground behind the rose garden. That was way back in the 1950's. She would sit and spend quiet time in the gardens whilst we ran and played like banshees. Later on we would go there with friends to play in the hills and bushes away from the watchful eyes of adults. My last visit as teenager was on the day we finished our A levels, when a group of us quite spontaneously headed up there. Perhaps it was a subconscious goodbye to a childhood that was so peaceful and idyllic and safe.
In 2003 I returned from Australia for my mother's funeral and was amazed and overjoyed to see it more or less unchanged. I can now appreciate the Rose Gardens and I sat in silence, enjoying the solitude and sanctuary, catching glimpses of so many happy childhood days. We were indeed blessed.
Halfway House ...
After two ''BIG C'' scares and an operation I finally managed to get back to the HALFWAY HOUSE (Sept 09)....seemed just like yesterday Steve and Kim were so friendly...How the area had changed oxton school had gone also Birkenhead Instit
I used to live next door at 295 (now demolished) to Halfway House on Woodchurch Road. I still have vivid memories of being taken into pub cellars from the age of about 3 to 4 during frequent air raids around 1941, surrounded by many neighbours, drinking lots of tea, and the landlord (the Murches). I left the area before being old enough to enjoy a drink, although I was often sent to the 'offee' for a half bottle of port. I have happy memories of the ARNO and junior school alongside. I would love to return one day before it's all too late.
Farewell to Birkenhead
This was where my 'farewell' party was held before I emigrated to Canada. Many old schoolfriends, co-workers and family came to wish me luck!! and I'm still here in Canada 42 years later!!
