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Dear Readers
We are sourcing what we can from the Library’s holdings and have added 1940-1941, 1943-1950 in the last 24 hours.
https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/titles/id/staffordshire-sentinel
Thank you all for your continued interest in this title, and Happy Reading!
Regards
Team BNA
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I too grew up in Charlotte Street Goldenhill, and remember clearly Jeffreys bus garage – these clearly marked brown and yellow buses took workers to the ROF Factory at Radway Green, all the home matches at Stoke City when they played at The Victoria Ground and to Blackpool at 6pm every Friday evening that Blackpool Illuminations were on returning on Sunday without fail.
I even remember going on a bus trip on Jeffreys to Tatton Park in Knutsford with my local school.
Happy memories, I could never remember whose chips I liked most, either Lanes, Chadwicks or Vera’s, they were always delicious, plentiful and yummy!Susan Crozier
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I went to Cheetham colliegate school, I remember the sisters Miss Whites. I seem to remember two classrooms on the ground floor and some upstairs,different ages. I also remember doing a Christmas panto wasn’t on a proper stage. I also remember trying to walk home in the pea soupers, my mum made me wear a smog mask and by the time I had got home the white filter was black. We lived in the corner shop on Perth Street opposite the little play park, the shop sold everything from papers to veg later on it became a spar shop. The park had a parkie he watched over us from his little hut, which had a fire in there, where he made his cups of tea. Across the road on Perth street there were holes in the ground and bricks scattered where houses had once been, don’t know whether it had been bombed but that was the rumour. I also walked in the Whit walks. Everyone on the street knew each other and looked out for you we had Catholics, Protestants, Jewish Polish and Italians a great community