Nostalgic memories of Northwich's local history
Share your own memories of Northwich and read what others have said
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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I was born in Sandiway but during my primary and secondary school days we would go to Northwich which I remember from the late fifties and when all the old shops, such as Joe Allman's cottage and Eachus etc were all doing a good trade, Northwich has many happy memories for me. I remember the Bull Ring when the shops were all wooden fronted and the Talbot Hotel and the Methodist Chapel next door where the current ...see more
Love this view of the garage from the park. My late father was Managing Director here for nearly 30 years, starting 1966. You date this 65, but the Ford Escort to the left suggests early 68. Brings back so many memories.
Thank you for the dating clarification. Our database will be updated. Ed
I recall Mr Harry Shaw and his car. He was a philosopher and social commentator as much as a teacher. He taught me much more about life than he did about technical drawing. In fact, my class always tried to get him to expound on some contemporary social topic. Once he got going, we knew that we would do no more that lesson than draw the name and title box on the bottom right-hand corner of the paper. ...see more
Once a year all the pupils of Sir John Deane's walked over to Witton Church for a Founders' Day Service. I think we were all pretty over-awed by the building and we certainly sang our hearts out. We were all encouraged to sing by Mr Horrocks, an enlightened music teacher who was also organist at the church. I remember being slightly amused to see him looking so important in his white organist's cassock !
A regular feature of Saturday mornings was walking ( very carefully ) along the slightly hazardous foot-way across the top of the lock gate on my way to visit my grandparents in Moss Road. This was the short cut also taken by those teachers at the Grammar School who lived the other side of the Weaver. I recall Mrs Aplin saying that she got inspiration for her art classes of each day on that walk.
Living in London Road within earshot of the long goods trains struggling across the viaduct up the bank with a load of limestone for ICI I loved lying in bed listening to the steam engines. I believe the engines were often the Black 5's with a distinctive voice which still gives me a thrill today, and as for seeing a preserved one today !!!! Heather Morrey ( nee Swindells )
Looks like a prison here!
What memories this has conjured up - my first day, smells of school dinners, the brass handles on the doors and of course Miss Dines and THAT dog!
Leaving in July 1973 it had become a very special part of me and helped to change my life.
I was born in Bucklow Hill outside Altrincham in 1945. I lived at 60, Cromwell Rd, Winnington Park. At the age of 5 I started to attend Winnington Park Junior School. I was living with my grandparents at the time.
My friends at that time were Frank Kidd, John Harrison, Roy Stanley, Roger Dickinson, John Flaherty & Alan Williamson, all who lived in Cromwell Rd.
As there were very few cars at the time ...see more
When I turned 13 my family moved from Warrington to Hartford, and although I only lived there for a little over four years, these four years provide some of the happiest times of my early life. 13 must be one of the worst times to start a new school in a new town, that I can think of. I attended Hartford Boys School (I believe that the name changed shortly after I left the area) However, I was befriended and ...see more
Oh my goodness, this takes me back. Many happy memories of times spent at Northwich Bus Station. There was a photo booth that was housed to the right of the building in the photograph. Me and my friend Amanda Grandy spent quite a bit of dosh doing our random silly face shots in there. There was also a great little cafe to the extreme left of the photo who did an amazing cornish pasty with gravy - ...see more
