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Kidsgrove, the Avenue c1965
Kidsgrove, the Avenue c1965 Ref: K145037
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 Kidsgrove, Mow Cop Castle c1965 (ref: K145003) |
Year: 1973
All uphill
Our Dad used to take us for a walk up to Mow Cop Castle on a sunny Sunday. We would set off from Talke with our bottle of pop and a jam butty and walk along the canal for a while then through the lanes in Scholar Green past the Three Horseshoes then up the steepest hill to the Castle. We would sit inside the round window at the front and try to see our house in Talke on the other side of the valley. We could see so much on a clear day but never really understood what we were looking at - The welsh Mountains were part of the view and we were always trying to spot the beach in Rhyl, North Wales, (obviously impossible) and Jodrell Bank (where we thought the space men lived) was another part of the view. We would have our jam butty and pop on the grass behind the Castle and then moan all the way home because our legs ached. If Mum came with us we had to go in the car - a red Austin 7, and take a picnic - more jam butties and pop, then we would walk part of the way back with Mum and look for nice flowers to pick. Dad always picked us up on Scholar Green level then took us for a "run out" to either Cheshire to see Jodrell Bank or to Trentham Gardens for an icecream. Last edited: 08/10/2006 21:55 by Tina Stanyer |
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 Goldenhill, St John's Church c1955 (ref: G232003) |
Year: 1972
St Johns the scary A memory of Goldenhill, Staffordshire As a child I was terrified of the churchyard, we had to walk past it to get to Wilson Way where my Nan Lizzie Grocott lived. It wasn't so bad in the summer but in winter when it got dark early we would get off the bus opposite the Church and it would loom up like a big dark monster as we crossed the road towards it. My sister and me would grip onto Mum's hand so tight we would get told off. The Church yard backed on to my Auntie Frances' and if we were told to go across and visit her we would only go to the front door because we were terrified of what might be hiding just over that fence in the back garden. One night at about half past six we walked past the church yard up the lane to go and get the bus home to Talke, we heard an owl hoot and fly across the wall above us, we took off up the lane leaving our Mum and Auntie Jean to run after us with all the shopping and school bags! They were probably as frightened as us but they would never admit it - they still ran though! The Church and Church yard have barely changed since I was small. My Mum and her brothers and sisters went to St Johns School next door to the Church and they all (those that remain above the ground of St John Church) say it has barely changed since the 1930's when they were young. Last edited: 08/10/2006 21:56 by Tina Stanyer |
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Year: 1971
Fishing equipment and Cakes A memory of Goldenhill, Staffordshire Every year we would go to Pooles on the High Street to get yellow fishing nets so that we could go and collect tadpoles from ponds around the area. We would deliberate for a good while over what colour nets to get but we always ended up with yellow because our Dad said they showed the tadders up best. Tiko Bakery was at the top of Elgood Lane (Church Lane) behind the Swan and we used to walk past ever so slowly just so that we could smell the bread and cakes cooking, on warm days we could still smell it as we turned up Wilson Way to my Nan's house. Last edited: 08/10/2006 21:57 by Tina Stanyer |
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 Biddulph, High Street c1955 (ref: B611015) |
Year: 1955
Would You Believe It A memory of Biddulph, Staffordshire The young man on the outside of the pavement is me, the group standing in the distance are family members and the two on my right are demanding to know where I am going, as it happened I was going to see my Gran. Did not know who the kids were and still don't but if you look at the picture my fists are clenched I was ready for a fight but they backed off, I still walk with clenched fists to this day! If you took a picture in the same place today it would look very much the same, todays pictures would be in colour but then that is how we saw it anyway. Best Regards David Bailey. Posted: 24/03/2008 22:10 by David Bailey |
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Year: 1969
Amenities, the good old days, and they were! A memory of Brown Edge, Staffordshire Brown Edge was a brillant place to live, and I have fond memories of the village. Perhaps in my youth I did not really appreciate what I had, the village store (Keiths), the butchers, Harrisons and Sammy Bratts., cake shop, Mountfords chip shop., the working mens club, the Holy Bush, the Lump of Coal and the Roebuck, what a selection and all thriving businesses, together with Turners buses, and of course the local youth clubs, Sandy Lane and Brown Edge Schools, just great. As children we had a great time as we would go to the fields and woods to play, never damaging anything, it was safe and we would go for the day on our main school holidays, just enjoying our freedom, playing in the fields. Winter was great too as we would go sledging, all the energy and fun we had. We didn't have much but what we had we really appreciated. My parents lived most of their lives in Brown, and my father still does, however Mum recently passed away, but I know she felt safe in the village and she loved the little house and garden. The house is in a lovely spot and and was very handy too as the garden wall was just great to climb on and hey presto you're in the fields. My cousins lived in the village and same street for many years and we all had great fun. The people of Brown Edge were in those years great people, as a community everyone would help each other, sadly over the years I moved on, however I would always come back even though my job took me away to various parts of England - I still come back every week without fail. Mum is now buried in Brown Edge as this is Mum and Dad's wish, and I only said to Dad on Saturday 'This is where I would like to be buried'! A little morbid but something to think about. Sadly I know some of my old school friends are no longer alive, but remembering them with fondest thoughts. Last edited: 28/07/2008 13:50 by Linda Mitchell |
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