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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
Willow Crescent
The next turning on the right is Willow Crescent (I think it's a cul-de-sac now) if that's how you spell it. Yep, this is where I grew up, we had 1 bus, the 81 Dam Lane. If I remember right it used to turn up every hour (with no digital display as well). I had some good times and some bad, but more good. If only we could turn the clocks back, eh. I remember the local bobby dragging me home by the ear because I was riding my bike on the footpath. What a vandal I was, ha! We used to jump over the brook which was at the bottom of our garden and sneak into the L.C.C. Depot, shhhh don't tell my dad. Them were the days. Anyway I think that will do me for now. It was nice seeing Green Lane as it was even though it ain't changed that much. If you can find any photos of Padgate walking day or St Oswald's that would be... Read more
Yesterday
Seeing this picture braught back memories of 3rd January 1951, when I, and around fifty others, ambled down this lane from the rail station to RAF Padgate, to start an 'adventure' which would remain with us for the rest of our life.
Bill.
My Memory
I remember walking down Green Lane from my home in Eric Avenue, Padgate to Woolston with my new girlfriend in the snow just by the Cottage Homes. We cuddled together to keep warm, she was 16 and I was 17 and had only met a few weeks earlier. We married in 1958 and had two children. In 1966 we came to live in Australia where we have lived ever since. She died in 2005 and I have returned to Woolston every year since then to stay with her family in Long Barn Lane and my cousin in Fearnhaed. I am now planning on returning to live locally to be with them. Whenever I am there I travel every day between Fearnhead and Woolston down Green Lane and it has never changed. I look forward to being back there very soon.
Padgate Cottage Homes
The opening on the left of the photo is the entrance to Padgate Cottage Homes. I first went in there in 1948 as a 6 year old and finally left in 1953 as a 12 year old. The events that happened in there over those years were to shape the rest of my life. Although life in there was quite tough, you have to remember that it was tough for most folk at that time. The good memories vastly outweigh the bad memories. Good memories, including the annual 4 week camp at Knott-End-on-Sea, trips out to places like the Lakes and even as far as London to the Festival of Britain. But Christmas times were fantastic, apart from the in-house celebrations, we were invited to parties given by the RAF and also the Americans at Burtonwood. The thing is, when you live in a home with upwards of 130 children there is always someone to play with. The house straight across from the gates was my first call on bob-a-job... Read more
Childhood
My friend and I would await the arrival of American ships on their way to Manchester. We would shout "got any gum chum?!" to the crews. We would occasionally be rewarded by a packet of sweets being thrown from the ship. Far tastier than the English equivalent!
