Old School

A Memory of Mobberley.

I was 13 years old old when I was sent to Mobberley boys school, it was 1966. I came from a one parent family, my mother could not cope with my truancy, me getting in trouble with the police was the last straw. I was sent to Mobberley. At first the discipline was awful but after a few weeks things worked out ok. I was given my licence in the summer of 1967 and was sad to leave. When I was at home in Salford in the early 1960s life was hard. My mother worked at the Midland hotel in Manchester, she washed pots in the kitchens for not a lot of money. One meal a day if I was lucky was all there was. Mobberley, with three meals a day plus supper and clean sheets was all too different - I wish I could have stayed till I was twenty.