Nostalgic memories of Pickmere'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 - 20 of 20 in total
I remember Platts Farm. My gran lived in a bungalow (a wooden hut really) right at the far end of the field. There was a small pond and a little stream running through it. We went there every shcool holidays and I stayed there all through the summer holidays, getting the bus from what is now Chrolton Street Bus station, yes on my own, and then walking down that lane passed the Red Lion pub, the post office and then the ...see more
My mother spent many happy times at Pickmere. Thow's tea rooms was owned by her aunt and uncle, John and Annie Thow. As a child she would help out selling ice cream and serving customers. Does anybody remember Thows? To the sender of the message 'WALL HILL FARM', the picture you refer to looks like the back of the Thow's tea rooms (l have a picture of the front of the property), do you know if this is ...see more
The name of the farm on the right of the photo is Wall Hill Farm, it was my dad's farm until he died in 1979. My auntie used to live in the Blacksmith's cottage across the road opposite until she passed away.
As a child I spent all my summers in Pickmere at my nana's caravan on a camp site just across from the entrance to Pickmere Lake. My nana worked in the Happy Hour Club, and also in Happy Hour kitchen serving breakfast to holiday-makers. We used to paddle in the lake, go out in the blue and white boats and sunbathe on the hill,with a picnic . I remember the small fairground, and ...see more
In the forties, we would cycle past this pond on the left then turn left towards Gt Budwarth [think that's how you spell it], passing a small woodland with sandy banks, eventually arriving at Gt Budworth, down an avenue of trees to the school on the rightl and the Church on the left. I recall a Wishing Well at the bottom of the hill past the Post office. Mrs Dishman, taught the little ones, she was ...see more
It was either 1939 or 1940 when we moved into Holly Cottage, I was two years old, there was a thatched roof and it had been two houses semi det, very primitive, dirt flooring, with a huge stone and I really mean big - THE STONE COULD NOT BE MOVED we were told, as many people had tried in the past. As the house was over 400 years old we decided to live with it, and my Dad [Erny Burton] tiled around ...see more
I recall the row of houses on the left in 1940 to 1947. In the middle lived my friend Elsie Colburn, then on the end lived Joyce Dean, she was at the time one of nine children, we were all born in 1937. The house on the right was a farm, I cannot remember the name of it, but I do recall where they housed and milked the cows. It was in the days of hand milking, each cow had its own little stall and above was ...see more
I remember Pickmere Lake (pond) where I and my buddies use to bike to with home made fishing rods tied to the crossbar, you could hire a row boat and get the real feel of lake fishing LOL!! Our Mums packed us off with butties and crisps pop was a treat. they assumed we were going to the park for the day, but we off on an adventure. It was a LONG bike ride and our mums never knew at first that we were out so ...see more
I used to spend my w/ends and school hols at pickmere in the 1950,s ,I used to hire out boats for jack spencer they were the blue and white rowing boats. his boat shed is hiddenby the tree in the foreground,his house is the white one above the tree, the boats in the midground were owned by the Egletons mum dad and two boys, the far distance was cheethams fair, I used to fish behind cheetham moared motor boats to catch ...see more
I remember as a small kid growing up in England I couldn't wait for the summer holidays to arrive. As the days drew closer I could hardly sleep at night knowing that any day now we would be packing our suitcases and heading to the caravan site for the whole summer, 6 weeks without any school, life was just great. When the big day arrived we headed out of our house to the bus stop to catch ...see more