Manchester Evening News
Update to the collection so far - at least 1970.
Having just returned home to Oxford after a memory-lane trip to Wythenshawe, I must say it was a depressing experience. I left there in 1963, my last home being in Solway Road and the change was dramatic. A neighbour next door to where we lived in Solway said she wouldn't dare walk in the area after dark ! Of course, some houses had been well kept, but, the Benchill area seemed pretty run down. And my old church, St John and Thomas's in Woodhouse Lanewas locked, with even a padlocked gate - there never used to be a gate ! My wish is that the people of Wythenshawe might see better times and have as fond memories of the place as I do.
John murtough commented
Hello from down under!
Amazing what you can find in cyberspace, searching on a word from your the distant past. I used to live in Marple until I was 11 years of age in 1969 when my family emigrated to Adelaide, Australia where I still reside. I found your website brought back a few memories of place names such as Hawk Green and Upper Hibbert Lane, but sadly the years have blotted my recognition of most of the photos which I nevertheless still found interesting. The address at which I used to live was 2 Ridge Crescent and if my memory serves me correctly it used to back on to fields in which I used to pick blackberries with my two brothers. I could not find any reference to Ridge Crescent. Is it still there? I attended All Saints Primary school. Maybe you can remind me of the route I would have taken from Ridge Crescent to school. Keep up the good work
my grandfather was angelo vito who in 1917 married carolina porrelli she lived at 103 great ancoats street her father was gerardo porrelli an ice cream vendor after getting married they lived at 36 howarth street chorlton upon medlock he was an ice cream maker any body remember them
Kev Parry commented
Hello all back in Marple, good to see this website!! 'Cos I did not even think one was about so good luck in the future!! I went to Marple Hall school not so long ago 93 -98 I think? you may remember me as lloydsie if anyone remembers me? Well anyway I am now living and working in Germany with the British Army (Irish Guards) and only get the chance to come back to sunny Marple every now and again. One bad point about this website is that it makes me feel very homesick!!, just looking at all those pubs I drink in back home. Anyway I am going to say my hellos now so hello to gav bowers, ian cobain, jamie totterdell, sam evans, john bailey,dave mcormick, si hughes, phil connerty, paul nuttall, gaz morris, pete taylor, everyone at Marple cricket club and anyone else who knows me. Hope to see you all soon in
Jon Bradbury commented
Just new to "net"... found the site very interesting... I used to live in Marple from 1972 to 1978, and attended Marple Ridge. Does anyone remember Mrs LOMAX, Mrs GWILYM, Basil the art teacher with his sandals and rattly old motorbike? Has anyone heard of the old reprobates, David LUCAS, Willie HENDERSON, Andy WALSH, Sandra MACKLHAGGER (?) Katie GREEN...?? I would very much like to get in contact with me old mates from Marple. Oh, and not forgetting Dai, David WINTER, and the old Peacefield Primary crew... Look forward to hearing from you if you are still out there. KEVIN PARRY, The one who missed out on appearing on "Cheggers Plays Pop" due to a severe bout of tonsillitis!!!!!!
Chris Moran commented
Still like looking at your attractive and informative site. Pleased to read that my birthplace, The Bowling Green pub is to be resurrected in Marple
John Kershaw commented
An interesting and informative site. I had a good mate who I used to work with from Marple, if you're reading this Barry Taylor do you remember the good old days??
My mother was born in Marple (nee Rowbottom) and lived on Station Road almost across from the Jolly Sailor.
This site is absolutely great and has helped me learn about the area where Mom grew up (before she -&- new husband moved to Canada). Site now book-marked in favourites and I will keep coming back to check for new information.
Keep up the great work.
Would like to hear from anyone who may recognize the Rowbottom name.
I lived in Hawk-Green for many years before moving to Poynton.
Anyone remember me from the "Willows" 1963 to 1967. Form 2B. Who remembers "Digger", "Mifflin", "Pop Mason", "Fred Slack" , Mrs. Redfern. The list goes on.
I've got some old photos which may be of interest, one especially of Hawk-Green in the early 1900`s
Don't know if anyone will remember me. I lived in Hawk Green between 1968 and 1978. I attended Doodfield County Primary School and spent a couple of terms at Marple Ridge High when at the age of 11 I was whisked off to Cornwall.
Visiting this site has certainly brought back a lot of happy childhood memories. I will be a regular visitor.
Tony rea commented
Meteorites in Stamford Park
I have just been reading the Memories page and have been laughing and crying.
I was born in Cockbrook, 60 St. James St., 1944, and Mum, Dad and I emigrated to Sth. Aust. 2 day after the Coronation on the 4th June 1953.
When I saw the words to 'We are the two Ashton Mashers', I could hear my Mum & Dad singing it. They are both gone now.
Also Doris Prince took me back to St Gabriel's school "I hated the codliver oil (yuk I can taste it now)".
I have so many memories this is just a small one! When I used to go to Stamford Park I used to start running from the main gate in the hope that I would be able to jump on top of the 'huge' balls (the meteorites) that were on the path ahead. Imagine my suprise when I finally visited there in 1992 to find that they weren't so big after all I can now sit on them!
Pete Tams commented
The 60s - scooters, mods and rockers…. good times. I used to go to the coffee bars in Ashton: Sorrento Stamford St. for the mods, Green Lantern near the old Ashton baths, and good old Kontiki on Penny Meadow, Sunshine on Old street for the mods. Gardeners’ Arms Taunton road for mods and scooters- it was a great night out. The Ranch at Daisy Nook near Crime lake for bikers and rockers; Alexandra billiard hall on Wellington road and Belle Vue week ends and bank holidays Stamford Park boating lake- used to get soaked Greeny
I used to go in the Gardeners Arms on Taunton road too. The Don Quixote bar and that purple lighting! Even the ugly ones looked ok in that dark purple lighting!!
Tony Rocca commented
My interest is twofold. First, my Father, Leo Rocca (born in Ancoats) is going to be 93 next month and I would like him to have the book. Second, you say in the blurb for the Star of Shame book that there were untold truths which the British Goverment covered up.
I have no real memories of Ancoats myself having been born in the leafy purlieus of Gatley in WW2. (Grandpa may have had a privy in his back yard; we had an air-raid shelter). But I remember Old Trafford very well. You'll know, I'm sure, that Louis Rocca was MUFC's chief talent scout before the war and was responsible for signing Matt Busby. Go further back, to 1902, and there he is again, present at a board meeting of Newton Heath FC when the club was trying to decide what new name it should adopt. Someone suggested Manchester Central, which was rejected out of hand because it sounded like a railway station. Grandpa came up with Manchester United and the rest is history. Would that his grandson had some shares in the outfit! There was once a "Rocca's Brigade" on the terraces if my Dad's memories and old photographs serve me well. All this and ice cream too.
I can't recall what the celebration was but my parents tell me I was with them, age about 5, at some function at which he was present (probably at the club). They served ice cream for dessert and I announced to everyone: "This ice cream's lumpy!" To which he said: "Quite right, son," and gave me half a crown. Pity it wasn't a share option! Enough nostalgia. You certainly have a wonderful store of stories and photographs in your archives and I am sad to say I have none, which is why I find your site so intriguing.
Just a bit about me. I had a long career in journalism in the UK before leaving in 1982 to live in France. Then, 15 years ago, my wife and I bought a ruined farmhouse in Tuscany and spent seven years restoring it and a further seven running it as an agriturismo and producing wine (Chianti Classico, pretty highly rated). It was the story of my great-grandfather in reverse, a century on : we both set out from our homeland for the unknown, seeking a better life, not speaking the language. Only I reckon I got the better deal. I sold the business a year ago and am now spending my time travelling between Italy and France, enjoying early retirement and trying to write a book.
Again, sincere "complimenti" on your site and thank you for the pleasure it's given me.
Nick Parkman commented
I was born in Openshaw in 1936 and lived there until I left for good in 1960. My father was born in Stoke on Trent, my mother in Clayton, Manchester, and I have always regretted that I never learned about their early years. Their occasional comments made me understand in a very vague way that their lives had been very different from mine, but I didn’t have the interest then to ask for more information. So what this site is about is putting down details of my growing up years so that, long after I’m gone, there will be a record of them
Hello. My gran and dad lived on gill street. Gran was Lillian Eyre, she had two children Maureen and frank. Frank was my dad but sadly he died in 1964 at his mums home in gill street, I was only 9 months old. I have no memories of my dad what so ever. Does anyone have phtos of memories of them. Thankyou
Simon Morris commented
I lived at boscastle St.off Louise St.moved to cheeryble St.went to Clayton brook and wheeler St worked at g.e.c
Alison Webster commented
I just had a browse through one of a series of booklets I bought on my last visit back to Manchester some years ago: More Tales of Manchester Jewry by Monty Dobkin, in which he lists from a 1927 directory, all the shops along Bury New Road. Some of them were still there in the 1960s. There was a fishmongers called Gordon's, which in 1927 was owned by one Rose Gordon, but which in my day was owned by a short, pale-faced, bald Jewish gentleman, who was not named Gordon but who had kept the name on the shop front. I do not mean to be disrespectful to the old gent, but he really did resemble some of the fish on his slab! My memory deceives me now as to which was Bury New Road and which was Bury Old Rd. As for The Temple, I have a picture of the pub & cinema taken in the 1880s which, if I could work out how, I might upload onto this site. The cinema, which kep going for 40 years, had two integral shops. On the left was a barbers (I used to go and wait for my father on a Saturday as he had his hair cut, and the kindly barber used to put some 'bay rum' on my hand). On the right was a 'high class confectioners' where we used to buy posh chocs before going into the cinema. I used to attend the Saturday matinees here, seeing awful westerns, cliffhangers and the 3 stooges
We used to go along Bury New Road (quite near Cheetham Hill Rd) on a Sunday. There were lots of shops along there, in those days belonging to Jewish people. There was a furniture shop along there
belonging to 2 brothers, real gents. I bought an oval onyx and brass occasional table which is still in
use today, had it about 34 years. Shops there were thriving.
I didn't live in Cheetham but I travelled up and down Cheetham Hill Road to and from work 5 days a week (1960 -65)
I met my then girlfriend ,who lived in Heaton Park, at work and every Wednesday night we would alternate between the Temple cinema and The Premier. This would be followed by a couple of drinks in The Temple and The Halfway House respectively before I put her on the bus.
Anyone care to share memories of Cheetham & Cheetham Hill in this era? Remember: Lorenzini's ice cream parlour; Herbert St wash house; Saturday matinees at The Temple Cinema; the parks at Elizabeth St, Heywood St & Waterloo Rd; taking the bus from Queens Rd garage to Grey Mare Lane Market; rag & bone men & coalmen had horse drawn carts; Saturday afternoons watching Dixon of Dock Green & Doctor Who & the Daleks (in black & white); Saint Chad's School; the buzz of the industrial sewing machines in the shirt factories and the girls in there singing "Volare"; Titanics' delicatessen (started by a survivor); being kept at home whilst the Moors murderers were snatching children off the streets; corner shops; elderly neighbour chaps who'd been gassed in the trenches of world war 1; when Cheetham got 'slum-clearance' demolition in 1969; the wonderful Jewish bakery down Waterloo Rd; the fish & chip shop in Garnet St that sold 'babies 'eads', etcetera etcetera