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    Wendy commented  · 

    does any one remember the sweet shop at 218 brixton hill , my uncle jim ralph had it lived there with his wife gladys and 3 sons, year about 1950

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    Wendy commented  · 

    I attended Sunday School in the 1960s at St Peter's School, Caverswall and my teacher was Mr Harp. He was a great inspiration to me as a budding historian and he sometimes took us to visit the castle and taught us much about the church. I remember being taken by Mrs Yates (the former Vicar's wife) as Brown Owl and Christine Tranter (Tawny Owl) to Caverswall Square and being taught, with other Brownies, to use the telephone box. We would attend church parades at St Peter's, often marching from the school grounds and presenting our standards. Christmas parties were at great hit, with Bert Poole in charge of the games and music. My friends Ruth and Jane Tranter had bicycles and it was still safe in those days to cycle round the village. St Peter's Church was a very important location in my childhood, however, the first time I went inside St Philomena's RC Church was on the Millennium Eve, when the 2 churches had a joint service, part of which took place in one church and part in the other. A yew tree was planted in the grounds of St Peter's to mark the Millennium. I was confirmed and married in St Peter's in 1986 and my sister Kathryn Boden was married there too, some years later. We have an old home movie of the wedding of Gilllian Inchley and Brian Proctor in 1962, showing the robed choir and Vicar Yates. I am so pleased that the bells have been restored recently at St Peter's. My house in Guernsey has framed notelets which were the result of artwork by the well known artist Tom Hinks, who lived in Caverswall and which raised funds for the building of the village community centre. My daughter Emma Boden-Heaume went to Caverswall School in 2001-2 and we were warmly welcomed back into the area by Mr Beardmore and Mary Hull. The Christmas carol service of 2001, in which we joined the choir, was a great highlight for us, after I had been seriously ill. Ann from Caverswall School and Wendy Scott have been a wonderful support to my family. Mrs Thorley from the school, taught my daugher to play the piano. There was always a cheery smile and supportive comment from Paul in the Post Office along with Tery, Yvonne and Susan from church. Even though so many friends are no longer with us, Caverswall retains a very place in my memory and I hope that others will avail themselves of this opportunity to share something of their memories. I am sure they will be ones of a close, caring community. Long may the spirit continue.

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    Wendy commented  · 

    I remember my time at Hugh Bell Grammer School, it was a great school, I well remember the typing teacher he was ex Airforce and had a handlebar moustache. If anyone spoke during his lessons a blackboard rubber would come flying down the classroom. Another teacher we had used to dye her hair the same colour as the clothes she was wearing. The school was just down the road from Old Mans Park which I believe has had a revamp since then and Hugh Bell has been rebuilt, such a shame. I lived in South Africa from 1975 to 2001 and now live in Hampshire so it is great to read other stories on our past at Hugh Bell.

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    Wendy commented  · 

    I was shocked and saddened when looking on Google Street view recently to find the M&B factory gone, with just a few of the old roadways and outlines of buildings left as testament to the years of work, sounds and smells that used to be.

    My father Stan Wilson worked as a pipefitter/welder in the engineering department from about 1954 until he retired in 1979. He helped to construct many of the different process plants around the factory before joining the shift maintenance team keeping things working throughout the factory 24/7.

    I joined the shift maintenance team myself in around 1972 and can still remember many of the names of those I worked with and others I met working around the factory. The complex was so huge that us shift fitters used to pedal around on trade bikes - like "Open all Hours".

    I became redundant in about 1985 and re-trained to become a "suit" in the City - but that's another story....

    M&B was a great place to work, employing folks from all over the world, yet I never witnessed any form of racism.
    The banter was brilliant and if you ever entered a building or went past someone around the factory without receiving a torrent of abuse there was something wrong! A visiting French engineer from the parent company Rhone Poulenc once asked me "Why all these workers hate each other and shout so much abuse?" I told him that on the contrary it was an acknowledgement of mutual respect. We were comfortable with each other, knowing the "abuse" was meant in jest and far from hating each other, all these workmates knew they were working in a hazardous environment and would not hesitate to help anyone in danger. There could be a lesson somewhere in these days of political correctness.

    It would be great to hear more tales of M & B

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