Nostalgic memories of Runcorn's local history
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Funny you thinking you had to go across the arch, I remember saying to my dad that I wasn't going to cross that bridge over the arch, funny things you think of when you are young.
I went to Balfour Road school in the late 1950s. I remember going to the "annex" for some lessons. This was as far as I can recall a chapel in Station Road (?) nearly opposite the cinema. Can anyone recall its name please? Thanks.
This is how I remember Runcorn as a young person. You could buy anything you needed from clothes to furniture, carpets, anything! The streets were wide and chokka block full of people - especially on Saturday. As a teenager, leaving school at 15 years of age in 1970, I went to work at Lunts Chemist and earned either two pounds twelve and sixpence, or three pounds twelve and six, either way, my mum let me have my ...see more
Memory, Saturday Night Old Time dance upstairs in theI.C.I Club. My father played there on the drums. I was there with a girlfriend and her mother and father and grandmother, the old lady taught me a lot of the old time dances and the dance was led by the organizers, we could always follow them if not sure of the steps. I lived in Sandy Lane, near the top, 142. My father worked at ...see more
As a child brought up in Yorkshire, we spent holidays visiting family across the Pennines; mother's family in Liverpool and father's in Runcorn. Although he had done well, now a country doctor, father always seemed to think he was the poor relation, and the drive to Runcorn, back to his roots always felt a bit tense. The stress levels would rise when he saw a big ship; catching the transporter bridge just at the ...see more
The picture shown is of Russell Road which runs left to right centre of the picture. Every day except Sunday during the early 1960s I used to deliver bread all around Weston Point and remember well reversing my Co-op van up all the avenues off Russell Road. I may be wrong but the avenue in the lower right hand corner of the picture looks like Hazel Avenue. It was a job that I loved to do, getting up in the ...see more
Ah! How I well remember sharing times in a little unmodernised terraced house that my friend rented in Highlands Road in the early 1970s. The house was a little 2 up / 2 down with an outside loo & a little back garden. Many's the time we'd pop to the PO / shop on the corner. She, her son & I spent many a happy hour there ~ arrh! those were the days. We're still in touch, even though ...see more
When I look at this photo it brings back happy memories of when the club was a hive of activity of bowling greens, tennis courts, football pitches (middle of photo). As a young girl growing up in Weston Point I always looked forward to the Annual Rose Fete Shows, that were laid on by ICI. Every Thursday evening we would attend the ICI Club and Mr Dunning and our next door neighbour Mrs Rees would take ...see more
What a wonderful bridge it was going to be, a copy of Sydney Harbour bridge, it will take hours off the time going to Widnes, that's what they said, whoever they were. I sat on Halton Castle and watched through my Uncle Derrick's binoculars as they built it from both sides, it rose to meet in the middle, a great feet of engineering. I use it quite regular on my travels but it's overcrowded, in these days we could do with more bridges over the canal.
Here is the sand we called Ferry Hut. I don't know of any hut ever being there so how it got its name is a mystery to me, maybe someone will tell me some day, but sand castles and paddling and big ocean going ships I do remember, they was enormous with a tug on the bow and a tug on the stern, a fantastic sight, and waves to jump over, the sailors would wave and shout "Jagaraho" whatever that meant. Wwonderful days but the ...see more