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My dirty old town

I was born in Widnes in 1939 and lived there until I married my Dutch husband in 1969. I go back about once a year and always do quite a few long walk-abouts, as I can't find my way anymore by road. Some things have hardly changed but I can't recognise downtown Widnes. I attended The Commercial College,worked at several firms in Ditton Road and then at Laporte and Bowmans(Croda), used to go dancing in Warrington and Runcorn and still have quite a few friends, family and colleagues that I keep in touch with. I'm 68 now and hope to be paying another visit to Widnes this summer. I'll be visiting Victoria Park and the old Town ...read more here
A memory of Widnes contributed by Lyn Wolff-Jones

childhood in widnes

Resident from 1941 to 1949-born Widnes Nursing Home (now Nursery School)-baptised at St.Bedes R.C.Church and attended the attached school from age 4.
Swam in pond in Victoria Park. Attended double feature picture shows with my mother at the Rex?
Father worked at Widnes Foundry. Lived at nr.3 Fir Street and rode the 'fastest three wheel cycle in our street.'
Travelled many times on the Transporter Bridge.
Have revisited the town in 1966, 1986 and 2003.

A memory of Widnes contributed by Terence Gale

Ferry Hut

The year is a guess, but I have fond memories of playing in the sand at Ferry Hut, waiting for my dad to go by on his tug boat, when the Manchester ship canal was in its heyday. He would wave to me my sister and mum. The tugs I remember was the Bison/Quarry/Panther, they were all stern tugs used to steer the big ships that went from Eastham to Salford docks and back again. I remember the big boys that would hold on to the Transporter as it carried cars across the canal, they would drop into the canal before the wall and swim back to the side and climb up to wait for the next go, I don't know ...read more here
A memory of Runcorn contributed by Clive Bisby

Runcorn Hill on a summer's day

Runcorn Hill was a wild place when I knew it back in the early 1960s. I remember even now the smell of the trees and the shade they brought on hot summer days. Yes, we had them back then, when spring came after winter and summer followed on, before autumn reminded us it was time to prepare for winter again. As a child I loved going "up the hill" to play, even on my own. We didn't worry about what might happen to us; we believed if anything did go wrong we could call on a nearby adult for help. Innocent days! The park wasn't far away, with its bandstand and tennis courts. Go the other way off the hill on ...read more here
A memory of Runcorn contributed by Rosemary Probert