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Allostock, All Ways Café c1955
Allostock, All Ways Café c1955 Ref: A213003
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Blackden Hall A memory of Goostrey, Cheshire My great great grandfather, Simon Myall, had a farm called Blackden Hall according to the 1851 census. The house is still there but no longer a farm. Audrey Frost Posted: 24/03/2008 10:15 by First Name Last Name |
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 Knutsford, the Old Laundry c1955 (ref: K47016) |
The old Laundry A memory of Knutsford, Cheshire I have always heard that my gran's sister started the laundry. Prior to this she was a wardress at the prison. Her name was Maria Stanley. I know that family stories get distorted and maybe she just worked at the laundry. She was definitely a wardress in 1901 and I would be interested to know when the laundry came into being. Later in life my great aunt started a laundry in Liverpool which survived till after the second world war. Maybe someone could solve this little mystery for me. Audrey Frost Last edited: 11/03/2008 09:58 by First Name Last Name |
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Year: 1955
An Exotic World, For Young Canadians A memory of Knutsford, Cheshire We arrived in Knutsford in September 1955: two bewildered parents and four children, the youngest only 10 months old. My father, a major, had been sent by the Canadian Army to take a year-long course in Manchester. Why he ever sought or consented to this is unknown -- but I suspect he was keen to return to England, since he had so enjoyed his four years there 1942-46. It was a little less jolly for my longsuffering mother, encumbered with four of the most precocious, heedless children ever born -- of which I was surely the worst. We settled into a rented house ("Beech House, Toft Road, Knutsford, Cheshire, England" as we were taught to recite to a policeman if we ever got lost). At the age of three, I was sent to nearby Glebelands School -- my older sister and brother went to town schools. Having been so young, I have few direct memories of Knutsford -- though I do remember seeing my first blinkered horses (delivering goods) and also our sing-songs at "M+ Bs" -- Mothers and Babies at the local church. But many family legends and oft-told anecdotes date from that year. My sister still treaures her memory of being named a Princess of the May Day celebration, in 1956. Mother recalled taking tea with Lord Egerton at Tatton -- a great honour and treat for her. And I can picture the extraordinary car of the Roxbys of Toft Hall -- Gerard Roxby was my schoolfriend. His parents had had their ancient Rolls refitted with a new chassis, panelled like US stationwagons of the day, with wood trim... My mother found kindred spirits and much support, especially among the Knutsford women. We stayed in touch for many years thereafter with "Auntie Addie" and "Auntie Babs" and "Granny Low", among others. I have seen Knutsford again in the intervening years but the small-town atmosphere is gone forever. A final footnote: I am writing this from Savannah, Georgia, where we are spending January this year. Last week, en route, we spent Christmas with my older brother and his wife in Manhattan. My brother's wife (an Economics lecturer at NYU) was raised in Alderley Edge! So it IS a very small world after all, however widely we may be dispersed. Posted: 06/01/2008 14:17 by Ted Gale |
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Year: 1962
Childhood Memories A memory of Knutsford, Cheshire Knutsford holds a special place in my heart as I was born there in 1956 and spent nearly eight years of my childhood growing up in this then safe and close community. I have very strong memories of family, home, school and friends and the environment during these years up until late 1963 when we emigrated to Western Australia as "10 pound poms". Our family home was 65 Mobberley Rd., Crosstown right next door to the pub (Lee Arms?). My memories of my school days are especially vivid and the now demolished Crosstown school will always have a place in my heart. My elderly aunt still lives across the road from where the school used to be -in the family home built by my great grandfather. I have returned to Knutsford twice-1987 and 1999, but these visits have not overshadowed those powerful early memories that I hold so dear. Country walks across the fields and down the lanes, ( I'll never forget chasing after golfballs that Dad belted into the distance!) the sight and scent of the wildflowers, the hedgerows and the freshly mown hay on a warm summers day will always be with me. Building snowmen, "skating"on frozen puddles, sledding down slopes, frozen fingers and toes, iced-up windows (before central heating), hard frosty ground and warming up in front of an open fire are some winter memories. Knutsford's old buildings were taken for granted as a child and it's only now that I can appreciate their history, architectural and heritage value. Tatton Park was a place of wonder for me as a child with its high brick walls, the highland cattle and the lake we were allowed to sometimes swim in - where I screamed blue murder when "attacked" by a leech! May Day and being on the "wedding cake" float in the parade was wonderful but I think I spent most of my time staring at the black shiny rump of the magnificent shire horse bedecked in his finest. I remember watching Joe the blacksmith working hard at his forge shoeing these beautiful animals - I was allowed to watch as long as I kept very still and quiet. The blacksmith shop was situated in the lane at the back of our property. These are just a few of my memories. Maybe I should make the effort and put something a bit more elaborate together!! It is amazing how I have remembered so much of my early childhood years in Knutsford. These memories are as clear as viewing a film -and something I will always treasure. Julie Nunn (nee Higginson) Last edited: 16/06/2006 03:38 by Julie Nunn |
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 Lower Withington, the Church, the School House and School c1955 (ref: L586009) |
Year: 1962
My Primary School A memory of Lower Withington, Cheshire What a lovely old photo! I was lucky enough to spend my primary school years, 1962 to 1968, at Lower Withington primary school as did my sister Cathy and my mum and uncle before us. Our headmistress lived in the house next door to the school and believe it or not she actually taught my mum and uncle also! We all have many good memories of growing up in Lower Withington and all these years on it still feels like home when we go back even though we moved away in 1969. The village has changed a bit over the years, what place hasn't; the school is now a large house and the grass in the front of the photo is now the Village Hall car park. In our day there was a hall but it was a low wooden building and we knew it as the 'Parish Room'; the church is still the same though, a green corrugated tin building but all the more special for not being replaced or closed. Posted: 02/12/2007 21:59 by Margaret Tatton |
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