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Stretton maps
Historic maps of Stretton and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Stretton maps
Stretton photos
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Stretton area books
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Higher Walton Park
I went to the park as a little girl as I lived at the public house the Walton Arms where I was born. I watched the dual carriageway being built, behind the pub. My grandfather worked at the Walton Hall with the horses and carriages, and another relation was a maid in the hall, I have got photos somewhere.
An American Boy in Stockton Heath, England
I was a 13 year old boy from Wilmington, North Carolina, USA. My father was a Sergeant in the US Air Force, assigned to Burtonwood RAF Station. We rented a flat at 35 London Rd, Stockton Heath. It was over Mr. Alfred Ward's Butcher Shop. His wife operated the Sweet Shop on the opposite side of the road. Their son was named Terrance.
London Road was lined with small shops; several butchers, bakery, candy shops, the post office, a shoe shop and others. This was a big change for an American boy. I enjoyed following my mother when she shopped at the different shops.
I would watch Mr. Ward in his shop serving customers just the right amount of meat or eggs, to serve their family for one day. I would also watch him in his kitchen, where he prepared boiled hams, hoghead cheese, blood pudding, and spotted dick, just to name a few of the things I had never heard of. I remember that his boiled... Read more
Lewis Carroll
I was married here in 1964 having lived in Moore all my life up to then. My mum and dad are both buried here as is my granny. At the very end of the church the stained glass windows show characters from Alice in Wonderland. Lewis Carroll's father was the vicar here
Growing up in Grappenhall 1980''s And 1990''s
Having grown up in Grappenhall I've seen it develop with time, but its managed to keep its identity, even though there's been a growing demand for redevelopment in the area.
Within the space of a few streets you were able to experience several ages of British history. Like a timeline, starting on the higher ground you have the quaint village life within the cobbled village centre. This was no doubt made more picturesque and saved from further building by the Bridgewater canal that has acted as a kind of 'moat' since its completion in the 18th century.
Here you will still find a village school, two pubs, a church, Village Stocks, community hall, scout hut and cricket club. With a Post Office and second community hall in close proximity. (The development of land at Grappenhall Heys has kept and partly restored the Walled Gardens and provided a new school, but no further amenities.)
Moving out of the village and downhill with the sloping gradient... Read more
Mrs. Butterfield
First thing that came into my head when I saw this - Mrs. Butterfield - the Headmistress. I went to this school from 1951 to 1956. Mrs. Butterfield put me in for the 11 plus exam a year early and I passed and moved on to Helsby Grammar School. Moore school was just one big room divided into infants and juniors by a partition. There was a big black stove to heat the place and we used to put our free bottles of milk on it in the winter to thaw it out. The toilets were outside and were just big buckets which had to be emptied. A big lorry would turn up to empty them and, always it seemed, at play time. So there we were playing while the men weaved in and out carrying the full toilets. Where was health and safety then ??? It is no longer a school of course, don't know what it is now, I must ask my brother who still lives there.
Who Are These People?
Who are the people in this photo? My mum and dad bought the Post Office from Mr and Mrs Evans but I can't work out yet which year that would be, sometime in the 1950s that I do know. Can't work out whether or not that's me with the dog and the other two, I think, might be Ann and Alan Ainsworth. Around the building, just underneath the black and white bit, there is some writing and I can't think for the life of me what it says. People used to organise car treasure hunts and one of the things they had to find was what this writing said. Sunday afternoons in the summer were a nightmare with cars constantly stopping to read it. My brother still lives in the old Post Office, I will ask him what the writing says and get back to you.
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I said I'd get back to you didn't I? The wording around the house is 'Every house is builded by some man... Read more
Jean And Fred
Ah the memories this invokes in me! We used to come here every week for hay and straw for our goats. Jean and Fred lived here with their two sons. They were really lovely people. One day we went as usual and Fred told me there was a compulsory purchase order on the farm and all the land surrounding it. I remember being absolutely devastated that all that wonderfull farmland was going to disappear to make way for thousands of awful houses and warehouses. Yes, I know it's progress, but it changed a beautiful landscape and robbed wonderfull people of their land and farm.
