Weaste Salford 5
A Memory of Salford.
I was born in 1957, lived in Guide Street, Weaste. We never had much in those days but life was good. Our main source of fun was the Sandhills down Mode Wheel, Weaste cemetery and Ladywell Quarry. Days out consisted of a bottle of water and beef paste butties wrapped in greaseproof paper! I went to St Luke's school on the corner of Mode Wheel Road. I remember the Robinsons, Vaughans, Hartleys, Burdons, Copelands, Ecclestons, Rowlands, Harveys, Rogers, Murtaghs, Healeys, the list goes on. My dad worked at Berry Wiggins oil refinery. I'm on Facebook, search for stevebucky@hotmail.co.uk , Many thanks.
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Headmaster was Mr. Pringle and my good friends were Gordon Lucas and Tommy Hutchinson.
In Skillingthorpe Street I was friends with Brother and Sister , Kenny and Doris Dunbar.
Also a girl called Carol Keats.
How well I remember Mode Wheel and the Sandstone and also climbing over the wall to get into the cemetery so that we could get to the rope swings at the back.
Behind the swings was a wall and over that wall was "Hidden Valley " reputedly haunted by "PegLeg" ! And policed by PC 49, though we never saw either.
On the way back we would use sticks to pop the pitch bubbles in Cemetery Rd.
There was a local Toy Shop called "Robinsons" where we would buy "Zeta Planes"
And a sweet shop where they got fed up of us kids asking "What have you got for a penny "? - and so they invented the Penny Tray - a whole penny could get you 4 Black Jacks or Fruit Salads or Mojos or two Flying Saucers or a Penny Arrow Bar.
Spangles were out of the question!
I also remember the Rag and Bone man ( though I have no recollection of anyone ever taking him bones ) you could swap the rags for either a ballon on a stick or a Bow and Arrow, though this was a bamboo cane , a bit of string and a thinner cane as the arrow.
It was impossible to fire the damned thing without getting splinters.
Anyway, I ended up at Salford Grammer School until 1965, when my parents decided to move Darn Sarf and I've been here ever since.
Funny how some things you never forget !
P.S - I knew the Foxes and the Fannings
Anyone remember the Salmons ?