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Wavertree area books
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Merseyside memories
Memories of Bonfire Night in The 1950s.
I grew up in Berwick Street, Liverpool. The best night of the year was Bonfire Night. My mates and I would collect bonny wood for ages before the big night and store it in a bombed out house on Berwlck Street. The whole street would contribute stuff to burn. On November 5th we'd run home from school and get the wood out and place it at the junction of Berwick Street and Proctor Street ready for our dads to light it. I can't remember there ever being any trouble. What I do remember is everyone in the street having a wonderful time. I left Berwick Street when I was 12 and moved to Norris Green but I stayed at Newsham Secondary School. If anyone remembers these days my e-mail address is: ericadavehome@googlemail.com I''d love to hear from you.
Maybank
Maybank was a large house, formerly a doctor's surgery, situated off St Anne's Road, in Aigburth. I was in "digs" there with the Jones family (Ron & Nell and their children Peter & Helen) in the 1960's. I met Peter at Cardiff University and became friends. His father was the conductor of the Merseyside Youth for Christ Choir. Maybank was the venue for an informal Sunday night meeting, the Squash, attended by christians from various Merseyside churches. Several would stay for supper. Occasionally some of us would take a late stroll down to the Otterspool Promenasde on the banks of the River Mersey. Eventually Maybank was sold-off to developers who built several houses on the site (now called Maybank Grove). For the rest of my time in Liverpool I lived with Ruth, Nell's sister, and her Canadian husband Roy. This was in Barkhill Road, opposite I.M.Marsh Ladies P.E.College (now part of Liverpool John Moores University) and then Horringford Road. Before I learnt... Read more
Helping A Well-Known Comedian
Being brought up in Knotty Ash I lived quite close to Liverpool's famous comedian Ken Dodd. In those days Ken had a large van, and used to come around the area selling pots and pans and many other household items. I used to go round knocking on doors to help sell the wares. About ten years ago I was at a private show in nearby Prescot in a hotel where Ken was performing. When the show was over I waited for Ken to come back into the room for photographs. I said to him "The last time I spoke to you, you were sending me up garden paths knocking on doors." Immediately he replied "Do you remember Alan Shields who was one of our 'gang'?" and he went off with quite a long funny story about Alan. I was amazed at his memory, to remember an event which happened in the 1940s and which he could so easily bring to mind. Ken had an uncle called 'Little Bill', he was only about three... Read more
Blitz
We lived in Mill Street in the Dingle and I remember one night my Mum took me and my younger sister to the Mayfair cinema, we saw the picture and as it was ending the Sirens went. The Manager said we could stay at the cinema until the all clear was sounded, but my Mum was worried my Dad would be looking for us so we started to venture home. We were all walking along Aigbuth Road when we saw this plane coming down low. My mum said "Don't worry, I think its one of ours". She no longer said the words when it started to machine gun both sides of the road. Luckliy for us we managed to get into an air-raid shelter where my Dad found us. I don't think many of our generation this day would want to go through anything like that today. Ruth Strong
Growing up in Kirkdale
I was one year old when we moved to Kirkdale, that was 1956, we moved to 82 Brasenose Road from Huyton with Roby so all my childhood memories were about growing up in Kirkdale. We had nothing but we were happy. There was six of us, we all slept in one bed, top and tail, but everyone in our road was the same. We never had a bathroom, just an outside toilet that looked like a shrine becuase we had that many candles in there. Every Saturday night all the mams and dads went out and would come home either fighting or singing. There was one feller who was about 60 and dead skinny and every Saturday night he would come home from the alehouse singing, and everyone called him 'the singing skull'. The feller over the road was the bell puller in St Paul's Church every Sunday, he was called 'Shacky Bob', haha. Every lamp in our road was bent because we were always swinging on them haha.... Read more
Receiving My Certificate
I attended a presentation at St George's Hall as a youngster, where I received a beautiful certificate in recognition of an essay I had written. I have no idea what I wrote about but since the RSPCA awarded the certificate, then I assume it must have been about animals.
As a very shy, not-at-all-confident child, I remember nervously waiting and waiting for that moment to come. At last, I climbed the few stairs alongside the stage and as I stepped forward onto the old wooden stage I immediately tripped and went sprawling at the feet of the adults seated there. I lived to tell the tale but didn't think I ever would!
When I Was A Child
I can clearly remember pushing my doll's pram up to the shops with my Mother from our home in South Mossley Hill Road. I was always fascinated by the overhead cash delivery system in the Co-op shops.
The very end shop was the Co-op selling haberdashery and shoes, I think that was where my love for shoes was born!
A cake shop called Wallers was next door, another favourite place of mine!
The Co-op food shop was very exciting as we did not frequent this very often with my Father being a shopkeeper himself - buying groceries from there was strictly forbidden. Happy Days!!!!
