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Pickmere| Knutsford| Smithy Green| Lower Peover| Rostherne| High Legh| Great Budworth| Allostock| Mobberley| Over Peover| Marbury| Broomedge| Comberbach| Northwich| Bowdon| Barnton| Oughtrington| Goostrey| Lymm| Chelford| Cranage| Davenham| Hale| Altrincham| Hartford| Thelwall| Twemlow Green| Grappenhall| Lower Withington| Whitegate
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Halford Family
My memories are the Halford family, James, Hannah Halford, and their children Michael, Beverley and Gaynot Halford, we lived at 34 Moorcroft, Plumley, my mum died in 1970, resting in Lower Peover Church. We grew up most of childhood in Plumley, with mum dying, part was in Manchester, but we moved back there, it was a good villiage, where everyone helped each other, sadly me, Beverley, am the only one left, my father died July 28th 1990, my brother died March 2003, my sister died 26 October 2009, the best momories are when we were altogether.
Summers Holidays Were Invented For Fishing
I remember as a small kid growing up in England I couldn't wait for the summer holidays to arrive. As the days drew closer I could hardly sleep at night knowing that any day now we would be packing our suitcases and heading to the caravan site for the whole summer, 6 weeks without any school,life was just great.
When the big day arrived we headed out of our house to the bus stop to catch the number 14 bus to Pickmere (back in the early seventies we didn't have a car, noboby did at least
not in the council estate in Manchester where we grew up). We were poor and didn't know it, we were happy. I remember getting on that bus to Pickmere like it was yesterday,the smell of old leather seats and old ladies hair spray and all the men would wear Old Spice and have their hair slicked back with Brylcream.
As the bus pulled out of the bus stop my brother Russell and I... Read more
Happy Days
I used to spend my w/ends and school hols at pickmere in the 1950,s ,I used to hire out boats for jack spencer they were the blue and white rowing boats. his boat shed is hiddenby the tree in the foreground,his house is the white one above the tree, the boats in the midground were owned by the Egletons mum dad and two boys, the far distance was cheethams fair, I used to fish behind cheetham moared motor boats to catch small roach for live bait we used them on nightlines that we put out up the lake at dusk and rowed out to collect next morning ,we normal caught 5 or 6 large eels that made very nice eating, we also caught lots of large bream and plenty of perch. I have broken the ice on the lake many a winter and gone in for a swim. I visited the lake in july 2007 for the first time since 1964 what has happened to it ? houses... Read more
O to be A Boy Again
I remember Pickmere Lake (pond) where I and my buddies use to bike to with home made fishing rods tied to the crossbar, you could hire a row boat and get the real feel of lake fishing LOL!! Our Mums packed us off with butties and crisps pop was a treat. they assumed we were going to the park for the day, but we off on an adventure.
It was a LONG bike ride and our mums never knew at first that we were out so far biking on a main road to Cheshire.
I am now expat living in Pickering ON Canada for 28 years
Memories of long ago.
Chris
I wonder what it looks like today?
The Pond in The 1940s
I recall the row of houses on the left in 1940 to 1947. In the middle lived my friend Elsie Colburn, then on the end lived Joyce Dean, she was at the time one of nine children, we were all born in 1937.
The house on the right was a farm, I cannot remember the name of it, but I do recall where they housed and milked the cows. It was in the days of hand milking, each cow had its own little stall and above was the name of the said cow beautifully engraved. I can even remember some of the names - Daisy, Buttercup and Bluebell.
Brenda Burton of Holly Cottage
It was either 1939 or 1940 when we moved into Holly Cottage, I was two years old, there was a thatched roof and it had been two houses semi det, very primitive, dirt flooring, with a huge stone and I really mean big - THE STONE COULD NOT BE MOVED we were told, as many people had tried in the past. As the house was over 400 years old we decided to live with it, and my Dad [Erny Burton] tiled around it. There was a largish fire place not far from the stone, an open staircase and upstairs we slept in a bedroom with the underside of the thatch showing. Coming downstairs again there was a back door which led you down, by way of a small path to the Lav [as it was then referred to].
The Lav was covered in ivy and there was a long wooden seating arrangement with two holes, one for mums and dads and a smaller one for little girls, like... Read more
Going to School at G.B. 1940
In the forties, we would cycle past this pond on the left then turn left towards Gt Budwarth [think that's how you spell it], passing a small woodland with sandy banks, eventually arriving at Gt Budworth, down an avenue of trees to the school on the rightl and the Church on the left. I recall a Wishing Well at the bottom of the hill past the Post office.
Mrs Dishman, taught the little ones, she was lovely. The Vicker also every day told us a story about God and Jeasus, at lunch time my friend Joyce Dean and I would hop over the Church wall and put flowers on the graves, somtimes wild ones that grew on places where no one weeded, or maybe borrowing the odd flower from a grave thet had lots [saying a small prayer to make it o.k. with any interested spirit who might be watching].
