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Historic maps of Whatcroft and the local area, hand-drawn by Ordnance Survey and Samuel Lewis. View all Whatcroft maps
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Whatcroft area books
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Buttercup Field
This field was behind our house and is accessed from a path that runs along the churchyard wall. From the age of about 7, I spent many a happy hour with my dog Shep - just wandering around the field looking at the Buttercups, spying rabbit holes and trying to keep the dog out of dried cow pats.
The path continued onto the bypass - and it is this route that my errant dog Shep would take, in order to visit Leftwich Estate. Every so often he would escape from the garden and set off on his mission to visit his friends! Such was his urgency, he let nothing or no-one get in his way. How he managed to cross the bypass without mishap is beyond me - but during his lifetime, he made several visits! Usually my dad (Eric Jenkins) was in hot pursuit and I can hear him now woefully shouting, "Shep, Shep - confounded dog!". I knew there was no point in trying to catch Shep... Read more
Bert Price''s Shop
Bert Price's Shop was at the top of our street - Church Street. Bert Prices' shop sold anything and everything. From household buckets and dusters to DIY tools, firewood, fire lighters and paraffin for the heater in our bathroom. It was run - if memory serves me right - by Mr Price and two sons. It was the shop of choice that my dad took me to when I repeatedly mithered him for a penknife -that would be when I was about 8 or 9 years old (1960ish). Being a girl, this could be said to be a strange request. But I was more of a tomboy than a 'girlie' girl - and David, who lived next door to me, was a Boy Scout and he had a knife. So anything that was good enough for David was good enough for me!
It was a different world back in the early 1960s. Knives were used by children for whittling pieces of wood, cutting bits of string and sawing twigs... Read more
A Quiet Haven of Peace.
I lived next door to Davenham Church, and one summer's day, when I was about 7, I went for a walk around the churchyard. Hearing a rustling noise on the ground, I crouched down, parted some long grass, and found a baby hedgehog. Now my sister and I had had a tortoise, and he had died during the winter, so I thought the hedgehog would make a great pet.
Running back home, I found a wooden box and my dad's gardening gloves and scurried off back to the churchyard. To my dismay the hedgehog had gone, but some careful detective work soon located him. Donning the overlarge gloves, I carefully picked the hedgehog up, placed him in the box and triumphantly returned to the house. It wasn't long before mum came and found me and explained that hedgehogs couldn't be kept as pets. My disappointment was great - but mum said, "His mother will be looking for him." With that, I returned the hedgehog to the churchyard and watched... Read more
The Dizzy Heights!
I lived next door to the Church for 17 years and during that time, I climbed to the top of the spire just once.
In 1962 when I was 10, some neighbours were having their house decorated.
Being an outgoing (some would say nosey) child, it didn't take me long to befriend the two men who were doing the work. One day, during the summer holidays, they told me that they had got permission from the vicar to go to the top of the tower and asked me if I would like to go with them, of course I said "Yes". The older of the two came with me to ask Mum if I could go and after some persuasion and warnings of "I'll be watching!", she agreed. What a climb it was - ever upwards on an increasing tighter stone spiral staircase. We emerged out of the spire through a small doorway - and the views all around were amazing.
Looking down into our garden, I... Read more
My First School
This photo shows my first school where I went from 1945. My father worked in the bakery, which was also a grocers shop.
A Hot Summers Day.
My name is Paul.D.Dean. I am the little boy in the photograph. I was eight years old at the time. The year was 1953, Coronation year. It was a hot day in the school summer holidays. My house can be seen in the background to the left of the School.
My mother had sent me to take down passing car numbers to keep me occupied and out of her way while she did her housework. No sense of danger in 1953. Little car traffic passed through the village in 1953 mostly cycles of I.C.I. workers going to work and home after work. I was sitting on the other side of the memorial (London Road) and when the photographer arrived he moved me to the place in the photograph I suppose to add interest.
My father was the Headmaster of the Primary school. As regards the caption, I was not playing truant as is said in the caption, my father being the Headmaster would have severely punished me if I had... Read more
The Off Licence
The old meeting place, sitting on the wall after youth club in the church hall, or on any other occasion.
Birt Price, the shop where you could buy almost anything from a child's bycicle to tools and hardware.
