Growing Up In Kirkdale

A Memory of Liverpool.

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. We had an old pram and two times a week we went for a quarter of coal to Charlie Clark's in St John's Road, that's when we could afford it, we had no doors or floorboards upstairs but we were warm haha. I was 15 when we moved out. The houses got knocked down, what a waste of a good community.

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