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Hothersall maps
Historic maps of Hothersall and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Hothersall maps
Hothersall photos
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Memories of Hothersall
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Living There
As a young boy I used to stay at my aunt's house in Commons Lane. It may well be the house pictured? During summer school hols my brother Ken and I were often taken by our 'mam' on the Ribble bus to Mellor Brook, from where we had to walk to get to auntie's house, probably about 3 to 4 miles. The whole outing was someting of an adventure as often we were accompanied by mam's friend(s) and their offspring.
In good weather we could run ahead and play in a small wood until the grown ups caught up. If we were only going for the day the time sped by and the reverse journey could be tiring, and we were glad to reach the Millstone pub to wait for the bus. Lemonade outside for us kids and stronger stuff, inside, for the grownups.
If Ken and I were to stay for a few days this was great, there were some lads, the Kelsalls, and they showed us much of... Read more
The Old House
This is a picture of the house I lived in as a 8year old boy, I used to catch trout and eels by hand in the stream/creek. It was called the old mill house, to the left was the old bobbin mill. The driveway was directly opposite to the Bayley Arms.
Greenlands School
We moved to Ribbleton in 1979, we lived in Arnold Close. At the time there was a large building situated at the bottom of our road, to this day I'm not sure what building it was, I only know it was to be knocked down for new housing. It was a huge building, it was in the day when there was not health and safety measures - us kids would play on the knocked down bricks, diggers etc.. We also had a cemetry behind us too. We only lived there for about 18 months, I went to Greenlands Primary school and made plenty of friends, Louise Rigby being my best friend. I won the 1979 school sports girl of that year and recieved a trophy and medal, I was so made up! Would love to hear from anyone that perhaps went to that school. I was Heather Smith then.
Simpson's Barn
I was born and brought up here. It's changed so much now but I remember that the 'Black Bull' was never a popular pub for the locals as Old Langho mainly consisted of two estates, Brookside and Larkhill. These were staff houses for Brockhall Hospital, a sprawling self-contained Victorian 'mental' hospital. As a social club existed within the hospital grounds, most chose to drink there, so it always seemed empty. When we were around 15 years old the landlord would let my brother and I in for a blackcurrant and a game of snooker on the three-quarter size snooker table that was in there. I had my first 'real' pint in there too. To the right of the pub was a dirt track that led to a field, at the end of it was a derelict caravan surrounded by a small garden. An old man used to live there but nobody knew his name and he was seldom seen. The barn on the left was called Simpson's Barn. It was... Read more
Memory of Brockhall Hospital
I arrived in Brockhall hospital in 1970 from Mauritius to become a 'Subnormal Nurse' as it was known then. I am still baffled how I managed to reach Brockhall with so little knowledge at the tender age of 19 years. I am not sure whether I was amongst the youngest Mauritian. I was very scared, but very excited to be accepted to train to be a nurse. I was taken to my room in the Nurses' Home. It was such a thrilling experience that I can still recall, of smelling the gliterring steps of the staircase, the smell was so beautiful and nice like the smell of an apple. As soon as I was introduced to my room, I thanked God that I was about to work and train to be a nurse. I will never forget this day of magic and achievement. This was where my life started. I have achieved hundred and hundreds of things in my life to date. Thanks to Brockhall Hospital I am a nurse,... Read more
My Brothers' Years at Brockhall/ Calderstones 1973/90's
My memories of Brockhall are with my adopted brother who was placed there to give my mum a rest. I remember Lilac ward, Sunflower ward was a main one my brother was placed on. I remember Mr Buckler and Nurse Maiden, it broke my heart to leave my brother there and I have pictures of us going to see him. I remember my mum taking me the first time on the train and having to walk down a long lane to get to the hospital grounds. As we came from Bury it was a long day and we didn't get home till it was dark... Then there was a little bus put on once a fortnight from Bury bus station which would pick up any families wanting to go visiting there. Brockhall will always stay in my mind as that was the place that took my big brother away from being a young girl and it still hurts now... The only good that has come out of it closing is... Read more
Mature Student Nurse.
During 1980 and 1981 I was, as indicated by the memory title, a mature student. My memories are, first and foremost, of a very rewarding time as a small cog in a caring environment. Making many friends of both staff and residents. In later years I went back a time or two, even when Brockhall closed, and I was saddened to see the Wards I was seconded to, Ivywood, Sunflower, and Iris, closed. However, the welfare of the residents was the objective, so the move to the various communities was put in place. Now only a few photographs and memories remain. Most of the staff lived in the East Lancs area, but there were quite a few of us from Wigan. Should this be read by any of my fellow students who were somewhat younger than I. (How does it feel to be mature?) My best wishes to you all. Cliff Andrews.
