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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.
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My memories start around 1946 and go on 'forever' - but the years I want to mention here are those of my Cobridge schooldays and the Burslem connection to those schooldays.
I lived on the Cobridge side of Burslem, at the top of Elder Rd ... Elder Place opposite the Park, a little row of 'two-up two-down' cottages built in 1852 (demolished circa 1966).
I lived in one of those cottages from 1940, through the war years 'til 1953, growing up there during my schooldays at St Peter's RC Cobridge -on Waterloo Rd.
The Burslem connection re those school days was on two counts. Firstly we had our School-Dinners there, firstly in William Clowes St -in a Church Hall, before it being transferred to the Methodist Church Hall on Swan Bank - sometime around 1950.
Secondly, our school swimming lessons were held at Burslem Baths - directly opposite the railway station.
Mr Kelly, our teacher (Peter Kelly), used to escort us there, using the shortest route from our school, which was to cross over Waterloo Rd immediately and go down Hawthorn St and onto Elder Rd, and head down that road to Nile St (at the bottom of Hot Lane).
Then after a few hundred yards along Nile St -we'd turn right into Hobson St, at the top of which we'd turn into the bottom of Lingard St - where a narrow alleyway (footpath) led alongside the iron-railings of the embankment of the railway-line, coming out on Moorland Rd at the side of the Baths.
When we went to Burslem Baths on Saturday mornings, paying for a public leisure swim, on coming out we'd always head - ravished, straight to the Wright's Pie Shop at the top of Niles St .... for a hot meat and potato pie. Magic days.
I actually learned to swim in the canal at the bottom of the Grange with my mates - aged around 8, at the end of the war. We didn't seem to notice the dead dogs floating, half-submerged on the surface of the black water that changed to a yellowy glow when viewed from beneath the surface.