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Born in Ridley
My name is Christine Wright, formerly Edwards. I was born at No 2, Council Holdings at Ridley, in December 1958. I went to Ridley Primary School and then to Nantwich and Acton Grammar School, after passing my 11-plus in 1970. Mrs Hodgkiss and Mrs Brereton were my teachers at Ridley School. Mrs Brereton being the headmistress, and living in the schoolhouse next door. Miss Hancock came next after Mrs Hodgkiss retired. The school itself was just two school rooms. They were really happy days there, we had a lovely Christmas party each year with Mums bringing in food, and the teachers bought us each a really good present - all out of their own money!! We went for nature walks in the summer, had an annual prize for who brought in the most wild flowers, and walked up Bickerton Hills. I am now 53 years old, a grandmother and still send a Christmas card to my dinner lady from Ridley School - Miss Jean Philips, who still lives at Peckforton... Read more
Good Friday 1932
I was six and went to the castle with Barbara, my older sister - mum and dad were coming later. In those days the castle was only open to the public on Sundays and Bank holidays and the admission charge was sixpence. We went up to the Dancing ground - a flat piece where they used to dance to music. On the way down I was running, - fell - and broke my left arm. It was put in wooden splints and I was taken in a car to the local doctor. We met mum and dad on the way so mum went with me. I had to go to Tarporley Hospital the next day to have it reset - I was off school for 6 weeks, following that early visit to the castle!
Spurstow Nursary
My parents owned the nursery at Spurstow, (I remember the big oak tree in front of the petrol front on the A49). They were there from 1943 to my father's death in 1951. Was there a family called 'Prier' (soliciter, doctor) in the area? Dad use to go shooting with someone of that name or similar in the area. I have very fond memories of the area, the small farm behind us where we got our milk, the local bakery in the village, the pictures in Bunbury. The flowers and the vegetables Dad used to grow, the glass houses and the boiler Dad used to stoke every day to keep the heat into those green houses. Dad used to have a fun day and bonfire on Guy Fawkes Day at the top end of the nursery. The hotel next door where I learnt how to behave at a function table, there was a big hill on the road behind us somewhere, where we used to ride our box carts and... Read more
Spurstow
I was born in Spurstow and lived by the crossroads on the A49 and went to the girls' school till I was seven, Miss Bratt was the teacher and lived in Tarporley and came to school on a scooter. Miss Rodgers was the head teacher and she lived in Bunbury in the village. Then it was off to the lads' school up the heath at seven, Mrs Steventon was the teacher, then on to Mr Nev Rowell who was a Welsh man, I can still see him on his motorbike. He used to tell us stories of the war, when he was a pilot. Mr Tom Steventon was the head and walked with a limp, he was a good teacher and he used to live in the big house next to the school with his wife ... Happy school days.
Dysart 1957
My brother Nigel was born here in 1957. It was both a farm and public house kept by my great uncle and aunt, Tom and Alice Moore.
Porch Roof
The small porch at the front was put on in about 1958, we made it in the workshop at H A Vickers & Son who were builders in Bunbury.
The Triangle
My aunty Jenny and uncle Albert Stockton used to live at the house in the triangle which used to be the old jailhouse. My dad, Ivor, used to take me and my brother John there and he used to cut our hair in the old shed.
