Nostalgic memories of Salford'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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My name is Debbie Sharples, I was born at 456 Great Cheetham Street in 1958. My dad was Alec Sharples and my mother Joan Sharples (nee Massey). My grandparents, Sarah and Harold Massey, were coal merchants who lived on Broughton Lane facing the milk bar. Have lovely memories of growing up in Salford. I have recognised a couple of names from the past; John Potts...I remember you lived on Lower Broughton Road (Mayfield Kennels). Does anyone remember my parents or grandparents?
I lived in Derby Street, Lower Broughton from my birth in 1944 until we moved to Little Hulton in 1954. I remember the Coopers living there too, Billy and Garry Cooper. They lived a few doors away from the couple I called Aunty Betty and Uncle Bob whose surname was Holden. Next door to us were the Jordan's; Ronnie, who I didn't really know cos he was in the army, Tommy, Peter and Lynne. Next ...see more
Born in Grandma's house in 1947 before moving round the corner. Loved the sounds and smell of the docks, watching the big ships come in to unload and load cargo then waving to the train drivers as they chugged along. Played 'kick the can' under the street lights at 5 in the evening in the winter and 'two-ball' on the Salvation Army wall. Went to Central Mission Church where I was Rose Queen and paraded in the Whit ...see more
I lived in 14 Halliwell Street near Ordsall Park. I remember when the horse pulling the ice cream cart kicked a car on Hartington Street which put a right dent in the wing. There was a right old curfuffle. Loved Salford and Ordsall, best years of my childhood.
I remember the floods in Elton St when I was young. All my relatives lived in the area - my grandparents lived in Gorden St - they were called Reid. All my family are from the area.
I remember dancing my heart out at the cad every Saturday night - loved it - it was all very innocent - then dancing round our handbags because they were always getting pinched. I had my first smooch there and rocked all night. I cannot remember the name of the lady who took the money to get in but she was a tyrant and would quickly have the troublemakers chucked out by the bouncer - happy days.
I remember them well, we lived in Easton House after being moved from Melbourne Street, Ordsall. I delivered the papers up and down all those stairs for half of the blocks every day before school and then after school. My teenage years were spent at the Lyndale trying to be grown up and I had my first shandy in the Hair and Hounds.
Used to love going on holiday to Salford, yes, Salford as far I was concerned it was the greatest place ever when I was a nipper. My dad was a Salford lad born and bred, my gran stayed at number 6 Derby Street, first house on the right coming off Regent Road. My dad moved to Scotland in 1948 when he married my mum but a Salford lad he was and proud of it. My gran's house was opposite the baths, which although ...see more
I was born in Hope Hospital in 1946 and lived at number 2 Arm Street, Salford 7. I went to Grecian Street school and every Sat. me and my friends used to go to the Tower picture house - it was 6p to get in and 3p for an Orange Maid lolly. After that we would all go to Albert Park to play on the swings. As a treat my dad would take me and my mum to the Priary pub, I loved it there. Oh happy days.....
I was wondering if that family name of Wlloughby includes Herbert who's grandfather had a coalyard just off Tatton St. I remember being at St. Barts. One hot summers day we cooled ourselves with the ice from the fishmonger crates, which felt great at the time, but when we got back into the hot classroom it was obvious where the ice had come from. That was in 1956 in Mr. Williams's - we called him Penguin because he wore ...see more