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My Grandmothers Place of Birth
My grandmother, Ivy Ashurst, was born and lived in Golborne for about 18 years, she told me lots of stories, of the mines and the cotton factories. Her father, Harry Ashurst, used to run a Boot and Clog Depot in Golborne, I have a photo.
My father, Robert Moon, was born in Golborne also, his father was Robert Anthony Moon, who came from around the Golborne area.
My grandmother worked for a little while in a hospital called Winwick.
If anyone remembers my grandmother or my father, please get in touch with me.
Thanks for your time, as I am so interested in Golborne.
Oaklands Children's Home.
I was in Oaklands Children's Home about the year 1963-64, and I have not been able to find out about what has happened to it since then, so if anybody can help me with this quest, or was even there, at the same time as me, I would be most grateful to hear from you!
St Mark's School, Dukinfield
I went to this school from 1964 - 1970. It has now been demolished. The head teacher was Mrs Finneran and some of the teachers were Miss Baba, Mr Sloane, Mr Cook, Mrs Bintcliff and Miss Hooley. On the corner of the school was a sweet shop called 'Blue Taylors' because the owners were called Taylor and the shop was painted blue. We used to go to St Mark's Church for services at Christmas. I used to go home for my dinner as I lived very near. There were 2 playgrounds, one for the infants and one for the juniors. When I was in the infants, we didn't have paper to write on, but had a small blackboard and tin which contained your eraser and chalk. We kept them on the back of our chairs in a little bag which you had to take home at the end of term to get washed.
I remember being in the choir and we stood on a small stage in front of... Read more
WEDNESHOUGH GREEN
I was born on Wedneshough Green 28-9-1944, The park opposite used to be called the mucky mountains, it was used as a tip years ago. Also at the bottom of the Green was Bert's cafe. As I got older I worked at HIGH PEAK SHOES which is now flats, my mother worked there for 30 years. Opposite the Gun Inn, the council started tipping there, it's a small park now. I come back now and then. I am in Gloucester now and have been here 10 years, but my heart is still in Hollingworth.
Early Days of Living in Collins Green
My maiden name was Iris Potter, I was born at 82 Penny Lane, Collins Green. I have a lot of good memories of living in Collins Green, lots of friends are still living there. I went to school and church in Burtonwood. I always seemed io get in trouble with the local bobby. I have very good memories, I wish I still lived there...
Burtonwooder
I grew up in Burtonwood from 3 months old, we lived in the Stephouses next to the Methodist chapel until I was three then in 1955 moved to a new council house on the Miners Estate, Knight Road. I moved to Ashton In Makerfield when I got married in 1977 and am still there. I go back from time to time to see old friends. It is good to see that the old Filterbeds where we played (forbidden but that made it more fun) is now a children's playground, very fitting. All the pubs are still there but I see the old Labour Club is now the church hall.
The Farm on Broad Lane
I was four years old and lived with mum in a caravan parked in this farmer's field along with other caravaners. Mum and dad would have paid rent to the owner of the farm. I was the only youngster around and had no choice but to roam around and play in the fields by myself. The farmhouse was a big old white detached one built many years before I lived there and there was a bungalow across the yard. Once I became familiar with the folk who lived in these two homes, I certainly had a lot of "uncles" and "aunties". One of my dreaded mad dashes was to run across the yard from the farmhouse to the bungalow or vice-versa. There were three white geese out to get me if they should be around the yard but, luckily for me, I could outrun them thereby saving any tears in my frocks. I attended the little nursery school up the road but... Read more
