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Amenities, The Good Old Days, And They Were!
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... Read more
Good Old Days
I was born in High Lane Brown Edge and lived there until 1963. I have lots of memories, everyone knew each other, they didn't need to lock the doors in fear of unwanted intruders, in fact during the war years neighbours became family. I had a fabulous childhood - times were spent in the fields playing ball games in the summer and sledging in the winter. We also had great neighbours in the Steele family, and spent a great deal of time with David and John who both became talented cricketers, it was nothing to have a cricket ball hit through my bedroom window on a Sunday morning, and I myself learned to deliver a 'Good Over', Mr Steele would be there coaching the boys and of course I too had to join in. In 1949 I was elected to be the Church Queen, then in the late 1950s with Edward Selby I started up the 1st Brown Edge Cubs, this was a great time and I remained with the... Read more
Happy Childhood Memories in Cheddleton
I have very happy memories of Cheddleton. My aunt and uncle, Mary and Norman Milne lived at 1 St Hilda's Avenue. We as a family, frequently visited. We stayed for a week in the summer holidays, spending days further afield exploring the Roaches, or the Potteries. But my favourite was spending time fishing for Sticklebacks, walking along the canal bank and exploring the flint mill. Life seemed more idyllic and days longer and slowly paced. Was it? Or are my childhood memories misleading me. My aunt sadly died around 1973, that was the last time I was there, my uncle moved away. I often think of Cheddleton, Rudyard Lake and lots of other wonderful places. I am always thinking I must go back to North Staffs maybe this, will be the year.
Evacuation
My brother and I, aged six and a half and five, were evacuated to Wetley Rocks at the outbreak of war in 1939. We only stayed for six weeks but the time is imprinted on my mind. We were billeted in a farmhouse which belonged to, I believe, the Ridgway family who lived in a grander house nearby, now demolished. Miss Ridgway lived there with her brother. Their father was a pottery manufacturer. The farmhouse had a room with a large table, covered in white crockery, and glass-fronted cupboards containing the same. There was a cowman who I think was conscripted but I was told that his name was Mr Moss and he was still alive in 1991. We attended the village school - mornings one week and afternoons the next. Arriving in Wetley Rocks we were deposited in the school and given beakers of tea and a banana. On arrival at the farmhouse we went to see the cows being milked and coming out I slipped in a fresh... Read more
The Then Unknown
I remember going to school one morning, when a convoy of army lorries was going past, they were Americans, I did not realise it until several years later that I was witnessing the beginning of the invasion of Europe. To the shout of "Any gum, chum?"' to the passing lorries, I got loads of gum and I think there were also malted milk tablets. It never occurred to us that some of soldiers could be dead in a matter of days, but we were kids and did not have such thoughts. Even though it is over 65 years ago several of from the class of 1945 still meet bi-monthly for a meal, there are usually nine or ten of us, although all of us no longer live in Werrington, we still meet up. One comes over from Leicester (John Sherwin), we even had Stan Gilman with us from Canada, Stan was visiting his rrother Ray. Peter Thornsby (Stowemarket) has threatened us with a visit during spring. The school we attended... Read more
Smallthorne as A Child
I was born at 27 Croft Court, Smallthorne, in 1948, my father was born at 8 Back Crof in 1920. From when he left school in around 1934, he went to work in the coal mines. During the war years he went to join the army and was told he could not as he is in a reserved occupation. He worked Norton Mine, I believe it was called Bellerton pit. He also worked at Chaterly Whitfild, and Snyed - he was on stand by on 1st January 1942 with the rescue party. He married my mother at Saint Saviours Church, Smallthorne in May 1944, Bill and Pat Turner. My brother was born in 1946 but sadly only lived two weeks, he is buried in Saint Saviours in a family grave, then in 1948 I was born. We lived with my grandmother and grandfather at 27 Croft Court - my great grandfather lived next door at 29, William McIntyre, my grandmother and grandfather Harry and Annie Turner. We... Read more
School at Burslem Junior Tech
I lived in Blythe Bridge and travelled to school at the Burslem Junior Technical College in Moorland Road, Burslem over a period between 1943 to 1945. The journey by train on the old loop line was a lot of fun. I remember the screeching noise the coaches made when coming into Hanley station as the line had such a tight curve. We used to play football on a pitch in Hamil Road, this was lost when Port Vale took over the land to build their new ground. After a match we were run through Burslem Park back to the school and for a shower we were hosed down by someone who would be excused sports, he would use a stirrup pump and ice cold water. Then there was a mad rush to get the train home. Another memory was going to look for Molly Lea's grave, she was reputed to be The Burslem Witch and was supposed to be buried in a Burslem churchyard, but with the grave facing... Read more
