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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
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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!
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Team BNA
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I am currently researching my family's history and was most impressed when I stumbled on your web-site.It is full of interesting and valuable information and it was staggering to see what I believe to be my grandparents' house in School Lane, Leek Quarry.I would be delighted to hear from anyone who might have any information whatsoever of Thomas and Hannah (nee Corkhill) Speakman or members of their family.
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I was born in Bermondsey in 1943 or to be accurate in Woking, thats where pregnant women in labour went to give birth during the bombing.I don't remember anything about the war (or my early years in an air raid shelter) but I asked Mum She said the bombs were bad but the rockets were realy bad.
Our playground in and on the bombsites was a by-product of that, I went to Webb Street School and then to Tower Bridge Secondery Modern.
Manzes was the best pye and mash I still go there for a treat, Edwards Doughnuts coming out from the back of the bakers being shaken on the tray of sugar nothing is as good as that now.
We lived at 39 Harold Estate,I remember a few people, my freinds Peter Feddon and Jimmy Rolf, Mary Ashdown lived down the landing at 41.
Tha Grange Road Baths were I thougt I would learn to swim but didn't it had a little room were you could by a cup of Oxo a piece of bread for one and a half pence.
My Dads pub was The Victoria Arms,(I pop in there sometimes to) The Men would leave there on the Beano with the pennys and half pennys thrown out of the windows for us.On a Sunday some of the old ladies would take a jug of beer back to have with dinner.
Ther were no cars parked in Pages Walk or Webb Street,The Cart Horses stabled of Linten Road were more familier to us.
Guy Faulks Night was great, the fireworks compaired to the one's we have now were poor but the hole thing, the bonfires on the bomesites the excitement of something realy special,even if the jumping crackers didn't jump, the rockets just about left the ground and the bangers just went pop it was great.
Ther was so much more Hop picking, saturday morning pictures at The Trocket, the beach at Tower Bridge, Trams, collecting jam jars, newspapers and things for salvage and with luck after a day of collecting perhaps 4 pence to share between the gang.
To go back there seems to be no sence of shared comunity,but perhaps its just me.
Sorry I still can't spell.