Nostalgic memories of Forty Hill's local history

Share your own memories of Forty Hill and read what others have said

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our web site to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was when the photographs in our archive were taken. From brief one-liners explaining a little bit more about the image depicted, to great, in-depth accounts of a childhood when things were rather different than today (and everything inbetween!). We've had many contributors recognising themselves or loved ones in our photographs.

Why not add your memory today and become part of our Memories Community to help others in the future delve back into their past.

Add a Memory!

It's easy to add your own memories and reconnect with your shared local history. Search for your favourite places and look for the 'Add Your Memory' buttons to begin

Displaying all 4 Memories

My Mother,Vera Wynne,worked here of an evening.My recollection is this would have been about 1955,and i certainly remember her mentioning Wally Reid. A year or two later i started working for Mr/s Pearce as a paperboy,delivering 2 rounds to the residents of Clay Hill and Baker Street.Happy Days! John Wynne.
I used to play piano in The Goat on Saturday nights, I was only 15, but don't tell anyone! Wally Reid was the Governor, and his son Norman used to play drums too! We lived in Russell Road, number 69, and opposite our house was a gravel pit. We could see the backs of the houses in St. George's Road across the pit, which was quite a playground for us kids.
On the left of the picture is the tall post on which the air raid siren is mounted, still there ten years after it was in service, I heard it several times before running to the "dugout" and before being shipped off to Oldham as a Vaccy. "The Goat" had a lovely sunken garden accessed by a steep flight of stairs from the bar area and a gate from the public footpath at the rear. The bus ...see more
My dad was the butcher, we had the first shop in the row opposite the Goat pub, do you remember Roy?