Nostalgic memories of Knutsford's local history

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For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

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Displaying Memories 11 - 16 of 16 in total

As a teenager I used to go the King's Coffee House with my neighbours, Penny and Harriet (before her family was moved to Brussels). We had such fun, pretending to be grown up and sophisticated; in truth the toasted teacakes were a real treat and absolutely delicious!! I till savour them today.
I remember walking into the playground with my Mum and 2 older brothers, when Jeremy pointed out that I couldn't go to this schools because it was for 'boys' only. The main entrance to the imposing Victorian building was through the original boys' entrance - the girls' entrance was at the other end if the building! I was very upset!!! Jane Bell nee Elsmore
I have always heard that my gran's sister  started the laundry.  Prior to this she was a wardress at the prison.  Her name was Maria Stanley.  I know that family stories get distorted and maybe she just worked at the laundry.  She was definitely a wardress in 1901 and I would be interested to know when the laundry came into being.  Later in life my great aunt started a laundry in Liverpool which survived till after ...see more
We arrived in Knutsford in September 1955: two bewildered parents and four children, the youngest only 10 months old. My father, a major, had been sent by the Canadian Army to take a year-long course in Manchester. Why he ever sought or consented to this is unknown -- but I suspect he was keen to return to England, since he had so enjoyed his four years there 1942-46. It was a little less ...see more
St. Cross Church opposite where Crosstown School once stood. (see "memories" below)
Knutsford holds a special place in my heart as I was born there in 1956 and spent nearly eight years of my childhood growing up in this then safe and close community. I have very strong memories of family, home, school and friends and the environment during these years up until late 1963 when we emigrated to Western Australia as "10 pound poms". Our family home was 65 Mobberley Rd., Crosstown right next door to the ...see more