Manchester Evening News
Update to the collection so far - at least 1970.
Stan leger commented
Updates are needed !!
Effie Oldham commented
Should be considered and given more of a look in !
I lived with my grandparents on Coniston Road, the Kenny family. This was the happiest times of my life! Care free. Everyone was your aunty or your uncle, and you felt safe.. The canal was the pull of every child in the area, happy times
Gina Baker commented
We lived on Chatsworth Road and used to walk to the Bridgewater, or on to the Mersey by the Bridge pub for a swim and to fish! Not that we ever caught anything in the Mersey. We used to also go to the Ship canel by the swing bridge at Eccles or for a dare we would go to the locks near the Red Lion (end of the 23 route) and then face the walk beyond to the Penny Ferry. At the locks, we would walk along towards the point where the Mersey joined the Canal, we would then throw stones at the ships going up stream to the docks, and if we were lucky, the sailors would throw oranges, lemons (or such fruit) at us. We would use the Penny Ferry and go to the Co-op margarine works to see if we could get some for our mums; we sometimes got butter. The Picturdrome (flea pit) or the Longford were our nights out and we would get someone to take one of us in, then just as the film started the one that got in would open one of the emergency exits so we could all get in. Mr MacAllister worked in the restaurant at the Longford and would always give us an ice lolly, knowing we had got in free.
Anyone remember Raws (chemists) or the Post Office on King Street?
I lived in Marple Grove from 1945 until 1965 - we used to go into the back fields and either play in the brook at the top near Park Road, or in the next field with a lot of pipes. There was a strong rope suspended from the railway bridge to swing on too. Cricket and rounders were played in the Grove -a convenient lamp-post was the wicket, or the trees, the bases for rounders. Mrs Steele lived at No. 5 and if the ball went in her garden you were out. Then you had to try and get the ball back without her hearing you. I also rememebr climbing to the top of the advertising hoardings in the field next to the station - got told of by a policeman.
MY FAMILY AN I LIVED ON DAVEYHULME ROAD STRETFORD I WAS BORN THERE AN LIVED WITH MY 5 BROTHERS AN 4 SISTERS WE LIVED NEXT DOOR TO BARLOWS NEWSAGENT AN SWEET HUT AN ACROSS THE ROAD WAS THE CHIPPY FOOD SHOP COBLERS AN THE POST OFFICE AND UNDER THE BRIDGE WA KELLOGGS FACTORY
AN NEXT TO MOUR HOUSE WAS THE FIELDS WITH A SMALL BROOK RUNNING THREW IT WE USED TO TRY AN CATCH FISH IN IT WAS ALL GT FUN AN ON A SAT NITE MY MATES AN I WENT TO THE CHIPPY AN HAVE FISH CHIPS AN PEAS THEY HAD A ROOM AT THE BACK IT WAS A NITE OUT PICTURES AN CHIPPY AFTERWARDS IT WAS GT FUN IN THOSE DAYS AN BACK OF KELLOGGS WAS A LARGE FIELD WHERE THEY STORED THE LARGE GAS PIPES AN WE USED TO PLAY HIDE AN SEEK IN THE PIPES AN I REMEMBER HAVING TO GO TO THR GAS WORKS TO GET SOME COKE FOR MY MUM AN DAD THOSE WERE THE DAYS NOT MUCH MONEY BUT HAD A GT TIME I ALSO REMEMBER LOTS CARS AN BUSES GLOING INTOI TRAFFORD PARK AN THE COWS WALKING TO TRAFFORD PARK SLAUGTER HOUSE MAKING A MESS ON THE RLOAD AN PAVEMENTS HA HA MY HOUSE WAS KNOCKED DOWN BECAUSE OF SUBSIDENCE IN THE 1970 SHAME ALL MEMORIES IN THAT HOUSE GROWING UP
Alistair Beaton commented
I went to school with Alan Hazelhurst, first to Moss Park and then to Gorse Hill. We lived at 7 Derbyshire Avenue, a house that was eventually condemned because of mining subsidence. I moved to Vancouver, Canada in 1969 and then to Rochester, New York in 1970. I am now retired and live on the coast of Maine. I have fond memories of the 'top shops' and playing in the passage behind the shops (the entry
My Name is Tony Hillier, I am the eldest son and Brian Hillier who perished in the "Bobs Ferry Disaster" at 18 years old was my brother. I moved away from Partington when I got married in 1966. On 7th April 1970 I phoned my mother's neighbour, to get one of the family so I could inform them of my 1st child, a daughter, Karen. My brother Brian came on the phone & I told him... this was the last conversation I had with Brian.
One week later Brian became a victim in the 'ferry disaster' which took five lives, Brian was one of them. I still think of him and to make it worse I was just getting to know him as a man. Brian also had a girlfriend at the time & sorry to say now, I wish we had stayed in touch, but it was a very bad time for our family especially my mother & father who never got over it. RIP Brian
I remember Didsbury well. I was a young Telephonist who transferred from the big Telephone Exchange in Chapel Street Salford to Didsbury to get Manual experience. I have such memories of how busy we were. In those days you could not call your next door neighbour the operator had to put you through. Of course we got to know a lot of the customers and knew that Mrs Smith went for morning tea at Mrs Jones every Tuesday and if there was a call for her we would often transfer it through to where she was. I also learnt to work a switchboard that I have only ever met one other person who worked one. people that could dial numbers would dial their DID 1234 but what the never knew was an operator was in between plugging in the call and giving them the ring tone or busy signal. What great days they were, Saturday afternoon was a highlight of the week as we all used to put in our order for sweets from the shop that was located close by and shared them around. what an assortment we ended up with. Another memory is of the Granada television studios and being given complementary tickets to watch the recording of Candid Camera...What lovely care free days they were. I left Manchester in 1964 and came to Australia in 1977 but my memories are as clear as yesterday.
Just a note to let you know I have never forgotten you, having been born in 1962 in Greater Manchester but lived in Queens Road (now Queenston Road) and despite leaving in 1967 due to my poor health, you will always hold a special place in my heart. How I remember my Nan taking down to the station every day so I could watch the trains, how I loved them at that young age, how I cried my little heart out when the line closed, I didn't understand why the nice man wouldn't let me into the station anymore, why the track went rusty, why they took the track away, the thought of my trains not being around upset me deeply, so much so that I ended up in Wythenshwe hospital, pining for my trains, "Why can't I see them any more, Nan?". When the station was demolished I cried too, when I came back to see my old childhood memories I cried again! Oh Didsbury - what have they done to you? I love you so much, and I miss your terribly, but things just aren't the same any more, too many changes, too much pain! But I will always love you Didsbury! Thank you for being a part of me.
I grew up near 7 ways circle between 1950 & 1962. We lived on Derbyshire avenue, I went to Moss Park junior school then to Gorse Hill senior school. I remember my mom working at Rowans green grocery shop & me going to the sweetie shop next door, ration coupons in hand. My dad could be found in the Melville pub most times.Many fond memories. I emigrated to Canada in 1974 with my wife Janet & our two children.
I lived with my grandparents on Coniston Road, the Kenny family. This was the happiest times of my life! Care free. Everyone was your aunty or your uncle, and you felt safe.. The canal was the pull of every child in the area, happy times.
Phil d commented
Please can anyone remember if there was a house that sat on the side of Christie Road and the canal? All I can remember was that it was a big red-bricked 4-storey house the you could see from the main road? I believe that this house was owned by a relative of my father's and would be thankful for any info. Many thanks
Pete Cohen commented
I have only recently found this site and I am still exploring the site. I have just found the above message from Hughie Flint. I have to admit that I have known of Hughie and his family from the late 1950's. I went to school with his late brother, Hughie was also the best man at my sister's wedding and I understand that he was recently in contact via email with my brother in Australia . I think that Hughie richly deserves to be included in the list of famous people from Wythenshawe. Why??? Just enter his name into a search engine and you will know why.
I had all my childhood in wythenshaw born mentone crescent crossacres went to crossacres school then brownley green born in 1944 oldher brother and sister mclarens
What's not in Wythenshawe anymore that you miss the most? Is it the Golden Garter, Sharston Swimming Baths, the old outdoor market (which was huge and busy), Manor Bakeries (Mr Kipling's Cake Factory), Ozzies or something else. Enquiring minds would like to know
Wow, for me its got to be the old market where McDonalds/Choices are now located! I remember 15 years ago or so walking round the market with me Nan buying some balls of wool or something like that, stopping every couple of yards while chatting to friends, neighbours. It was such a social place!
Now what have we got? An empty market with about 6 rubbish stalls!!! I say bring back the old market!
Dave Clarke commented
The Coronation and ABC Forum Cinemas - happy days !! Plus - mis-spent youth and a good old-fashioned clip round the ear by the local bobby
Anybody remember Stax Disco at Civic. I worked in Granada Retail early 70's - when TV in Colour (!) and BBC2 were a wonder to behold! Had to 'repo' many a set locally - still warm!
I miss -
All the school fields that were sold off without our consent, + all the schools that united the generations in Wythenshawe..............
Waking up in the morning WITHOUT the constant drone of the motorway...............
The pitch and putt at Hollyhedge Park ..............
The Tatton Cinema ......... ( and the chips and meat pie on the way home ).............
The shops in civic centre ... pre 1985 ...........
The shops at Hollyhedge ...... pre 1980..........
The old style 'open back' buses ... pre 1975 .......
Buying the football pink from the hut where the old 'addy' was ...............
Watching all the parents going to local pubs on a warm saturday summers evening ( the Benchill, Peel hall, the Sharston ) .... then all kids would pile in each others homes........
Being able to cycle behind Manchester airport ........
Visiting Pymgates shop on styal road ... it was the only place open on a sunday...............
The van that came round the estate selling groceries ... inc. proper size wagon wheels.........
The coalman/dustbinman/ that used to walk past the bay window to the backgarden ...............
to be continued..........