Mission Hall

I never met any of my grandparents as all died before I was born. However we had a lady called Mrs Hill, a friend of my late grandma, who lived 50 yards past the viaduct in Pye Bridge, on the main road in the middle of a row of terraced houses. The best toilet ever was at the bottom of her garden, freezing but the smoothest wood seat anywhere. We were all railway fanatics and the steam trains came through Pye Bridge every 15 minutes. Mrs Hill knew the whole timetable by the minute and it was a magical place for us young train loving kids. Would have been around 1960. Anyone remember Mrs Hill, but she will be long gone now bless her.