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By David Williams on 2021-07-23 21:48:38
I was there at Cromwell Road from 1960 to 1966.The headteacher was Mr. Kellner. It had a very poor catchment mostly children from the slums recently demolished with parents now in high rise flats in Kensal . The girls were removed in 1961 to the lower school building because of the high rate of teenage pregnancies It was all about training boys to get a job in Salford ..a trade apprentice if you could, the military ,otherwise a labourer. The girls were trained to be mothers. It was awful with high staff turnover, massive truancy levels and barbaric use of the cane. I became Head boy in 1965.
By Paul on 2021-07-19 03:28:45
Choir Street Lower Broughton 1970s, or Great Cheetham St west? St Thomas of Canterbury R C school. Any memories.... would love to hear. Thank you
By Colin wing on 2021-07-06 16:58:26
In trying to find people that went to broughton high school duke st Salford 7 .in 1970 to 1976. I lived in cliff st Salford. Looking also for a old friend. Her name was Karen jesson. Or Karen jessup.
By Colin wing on 2021-07-06 16:55:41
In trying to find people that went to broughton high school duke st Salford 7 . I lived in cliff st Salford. Looking also for a old friend. Her name was Karen jesson. Or Karen jessup.
By MARGARET NILAND on 2021-07-05 16:13:20
This is my Grandma, my mother’s mother, who I never met.
By Diane on 2021-06-20 16:38:05
My name was Diane Bergin, I lived on Salford Brow Flats from the early 60s. Icecream van selling delicious icecreams used to come round, called Joe Bagilupo. Mum used to throw money down to me so I could buy icecreams for me and my brother. I went to Waterloo Rd School, then on to The High School of Art nr Strangeways for a year before we moved to Bury. Headteacher at Waterloo Rd was Mr Bobker and my last teacher before i left was Mr Roberts. I remember the Prison Wardens houses - i used to play with a girl who lived there, can't remember her name. And the Whit Walks, my mum used to take us to the Manchester walks to watch. Does anybody remember Trudys greengrocers and Mrs Levines sweet shop which was next door - lovely blackcurrant toffee lollies? They were both at the front of Salford Brow on Bury New Rd. Further up on the other side of Bury new Rd going towards The Rialto Cinema - so many memories, saw Sound of Music and Born Free among others there - was the tripe shop and even further up was a chemist and Cartwrights grocers. Found this site by accident, brilliant idea!
By Joseph Dawson on 2021-06-08 16:11:23
In another time, in another place, living in Cheetham Hill and Hightown often meant one was but a short walk away from one’s place of employment and when perhaps a job was a little further afield, it was often no more than a twopenny bus ride into town and a short distance to one of the bustling centres of activity in and around Market Street, Piccadilly, Shudehill, Tib Street etc. Back then, Manchester was awash with enterprise and still very much a textile town, its Cottonopolis (Manchester, the world’s first industrial city) reputation already beginning to fade, but still weaving, dying, and grey cloth was still to be found in surprising place and still exported in quantity around the world in crates and bales hammered together or pressed together on site departing the great warehouses every day via British Rail, Ripponden & District and other regular carriers who plied the streets in search of work. Before the days of the Playboy Club, there was once a factory on Canal Street producing printed cloth, gaily decorated fabric that journeyed through the height of the building, slowly passing straight down from floor to floor upon the completion of each process, before finally being hauled away in great rolls by shire horses pulling huge flatbed wagons. I have to say that the waste output from such places didn’t do the nearby canal much good, but that was in those days, and much has changed since. I got a tour of the factory in company with my classmates just before leaving school, jobs in textiles were very much the vogue in 1957/62 Manchester. Messrs J & H Greenhow 51 Mosley Street was another textile establishment, grey cloth being very much their speciality, and for a short time the bank directly opposite became a police headquarters during the making of the film Hell is a City starring Stanley Baker. There was a time when every scrap of cloth was turned into something useful in Manchester, there was a thriving rag & shoddy industry (early waste recycling) to be found in Fennel Street, Dantzic Street and many an address in Salford, where the unlikeliest material was destined to become mops and wipers. A goodly number of friends who left school at the same time as I ended up in textiles, becoming sewing machinists, sewing machiners, makers, cutters, passers, designers, warehousemen and woman, all very much in the interest of the wealth of fabric that poured from the mighty clattering looms of Manchester and Lancashire, and not forgetting, all those who laboured in deep south USA harvesting the raw cotton. Joe Dawson
By Alex Kucyk on 2021-06-06 21:19:45
Hi the couple in the wedding photo are my mum and dad and the other lady is my grandmother just wondering how you got these pictures
By Joseph Dawson on 2021-05-23 13:31:45
In days gone by, there used to be a wonderful, clean, well maintained public library on Cheetham Hill Road, just past Humphrey Street, and almost opposite the Robin Hood, a joyous celebration of the written word in the form of the Crumpsall and Cheetham Hill library, a vast palace of books and periodicals and a place where my friends and I from the nearby school would spend a good part of our lunchtime rain or shine. Its wide spacious entrance spoke of much to come, an imposing building with a dome and a high degree of fancy attention-grabbing architecture to both sides, and rather like a post office, intelligentsia, if I may put it that way, had a somewhat unmistakable aroma, nothing musty I may add, more the reassuring whiff of vigorous elbow grease and Mansion polish on rosewood. A bright splendid building of considerable style and self-confidence, used by a large portion of the community, I didn’t know any one who didn’t have a library card, and additionally, from time to time, hadn’t incurred a fine or two for keeping a book a little longer than was allowed. A peaceful place of contemplation and instruction, and also as I grew up, a place to meet a girlfriend in secret, sat quietly holding hands, tucked away at the far end of the main reading room. Joe Dawson
By Joseph Dawson on 2021-05-10 11:51:22
Once upon a time in Hightown, life for a teenager was really good, nothing quite as racy, nor as technically switched on as today, but nonetheless, good fun and lots of it in a busy thriving community with a mixture of people young and old who got on with life and lived and loved every minute of it. Whizzing out of the (staff only) side entrance of the ‘big post office’ on Waterloo Road came telegraph boys, dark blue uniforms on their distinctive red bikes with white mudguards, darting all over the place with all sorts of news safely tucked inside official buff envelopes secured, prior to delivery, in black leather pouches worn around the waist of the rider. Post Office Telegrams, limited space, coppers per word, printed in strips, attached to the telegram. Good news, bad news, sometimes urgent, often less so, winging its way around town propelled by eager legs keen to get back to the post office where further telegrams awaited delivery. Across the road from the post office where the hoardings, great advertising spaces telling of what was on at Belle Vue, local cinemas, Domestos I recall had a handsome advertising space and somewhere within all this enterprise lay a little door through which access to Cheetham Cricket Club could be obtained and from where the sound of leather on willow often struck the ears of passers by and all those waiting at the nearby bus stop for town. A little further along one might, depending on the weather and the day, hear the softer summer sounds of tennis, a small tennis court was at one time to be found behind St John the Evangelist Church and before one reached Bignor Street the satisfying sound of lignum vitae or ‘woods’ shifting fellow bowls out of the way en route to the jack echoed from Bellott Street Park. Staying on the subject of Bellott Street, this was also the terminus of the number 81 bus, half way up the street and directly opposite the park and in my younger days, the means by which my friends and I often took the journey there and back, to and from, Southern Cemetery, sounds mad now, but so enjoyable in those days, we made our own fun back then, often taking bus journeys to Bolton, Bamford, all over the place, one could travel miles for very little and buses were a good way of getting about safely. We were no trouble, piling upstairs on the back seats, sometime occupying the fronts seats depending on the destination and time of year. Great days, great place to live, great friends, great people, greatly missed. Joe Dawson
By Ann Peters on 2021-04-27 12:40:19
Ps I am featured on two photos from the Manchester Evening News ... in the foreground , one bending forwards with hands on knees.
By Ann Peters on 2021-04-27 12:36:52
Used to go to the Ice Palace as a family & with friends each Saturday morning from Whalley Range. My instructor was called Miss Mann who taught me to dance on ice & during the intervals my father and I would waltz to the Skaters' Waltz played on the organ whilst my mother & brother watched. They also skated. I still have the skates, now superceded, and mini skating skirt in my possession. Fabulous memories of a great era!
By Gary Billingham on 2021-04-24 04:04:40
Would the date of this photo not be 1953, as the window display is featuring the Queen's Coronation?
By Lorraine Atkinson (Edge) on 2021-04-05 01:49:33
I used to skate at Derby st ice rink , I won quite a few competitions and did an exhibition skate with my dance partner Barry Mycock for the Duke of Bedford when it reopened as Silver Blades .Still love watching the sport .
By Joe Dawson on 2021-03-29 10:54:28
There was a time, even in the depth of winter, when Waterloo Road, Hightown, buzzed as busily as nearby Cheetham Hill Road. Valentine’s, in the early 1950s, was I remember, the shop from where in company with my mum, I secured my first pen and bottle of Quink ink, blue black as I recall. The pen, a long bright yellow instrument that when placed in an inkwell for a few minutes absorbed sufficient ink with which to write or draw for quite some time. Not exactly a fountain pen, more one of the many new ideas emerging from the shadows of war. Joe Dawson
By Joe Dawson on 2021-03-23 15:56:02
Hi Lee, looking for Dalley Street Lower Broughton? Have a look on line, there you will find many photos of the street and the people, also a family called Knight. Hope this helps. Regards, Joe
By Lee on 2021-03-23 08:48:17
Hi, can anyone remember where dalley street was located in Lower broughton - the street where my grandad sid Knight lived, regards Lee.
By Robert lockett on 2021-03-16 06:55:56
Has anyone heard of a George lockett, june pearson and 4 children that lived at halliwell lane around 1970s please. There my grandparents . No trace of my grandfather( GEORGE LOCKETT ) dont know age, d.o.b, or if he passed away or not. Not sure if they went to this church. Thanks
By Joe Dawson on 2021-03-15 20:52:41
I wonder if anyone remembers Cheetham Secondary Modern, formally Heath Street School? Top of Heath Street just before Cheetham Hill Road and close by its junior companion St Marks School. I spent happy years at both schools and remember many of the teachers, several of whom clearly went into teaching straight from the forces. Mr Jones, booming voice, tough as old boots, but a very fair man. A clip around the ear from Miss Bailey, and another Bailey, Mr Bailey this time, a great English teacher. Then there was Mr Harling geography, believe he emigrated to Canada. Mr Pilling our PT teacher, Miss Alderson maths and English. Mr Henderson and Mr Mouncy Headmasters at different times. Mr Henderson’s favoured his cap and gown, a gown that on many an occasion could be seen disappearing at speed around corridor corners on its way to deal with the next emergency, or student in trouble. Great times, great school, tough but fair. Oh , almost forgot, Mr Harrison woodwork, and those who knew him will remember: ‘what is it lad? Transfixed by an assagay? ‘Scanning like a basket of whelks’ was another of his favourite phrases. The output of seagrass stools from Mr Harrison’s class was I recall considerable, I made two and several hat pegs. Ah, well, back to reality for a while. Joe Dawson
By MARGARET NILAND on 2021-03-14 23:21:15
Hi , this photo is my grandma. Could you please tell me how you obtained it . I would dearly love to know. Thank you kindly.
By Monica Doherty on 2021-03-14 19:10:57
This is my grandmother. I am wondering where you got the photo from? Please advise. Thank you
By Alan Carr on 2021-03-13 14:54:31
Remember the greenhouse, top floor of the boys side.Used to grow tomatoes though I was Percy Thrower.
By Lynn on 2021-03-02 16:24:21
My grandad worked with Mr Bookbinder in the bakery - cheetham hill Mr george Morris I'd love to know if there is any further information/ photos of him Kind regards
By Joe Dawson on 2021-02-03 12:01:12
BBC Manchester was a modest place when I was a child, directly facing Piccadilly Gardens (on the Woolworth’s side), and at that time opposite a huge black and white chequered V2 rocket on an RAF trailer, a trophy from the Second World War. I was one of the children invited to be present at a Christmas edition of Children’s Hour, broadcast from an upstairs studio accessed via a staircase that wound around an ancient metal frame lift shaft, the type that affords sight of the elevator and its workings as it journeys up and down. In the studio we sat in a ring on the floor when stories and characters came to life and presents were handed out to every child. I recall the warmth of the occasion and the laughter that stays with me to this day. Coming from a brightly lit studio and into an ill-lit, foggy, cold, top end of Market Street and ultimately into Cateaton Street, the contrast couldn’t have been more stark, but then I had a mystery gift presently unopened stuffed inside my overcoat and the number 26 bus that stood waiting promised a comfortable ride home. As for the gift, eagerly opened later, wrapping cast aside, it turned out to be a 3-wheeled Scammell mechanical horse (a lorry) a popular, if rather crude vehicle, once a road-going mainstay of British Railways.
By Joe Dawson on 2021-01-28 01:08:07
An inspiring fragment of history came my way this week. A Children's Hour Annual authorized by the British Broadcasting Corporation and edited by Derek McCullock 'Uncle Mac' of the BBC. A school prize presented 19th February 1938 to Annie Davies and published by Hutchinson London 1936. Holding a piece of history always fills me with a sense of awe - a time before my time - a time that has stood still for nigh on 80 years. Who was Annie Davies? Certainly a local girl as the school is still nearby and how I wondered had this well-thumbed work ended up in the antique shop where I found it? A house clearance perhaps, or just a time-weary item that landed on a church stall at a bring and buy sale slowly passing from hand to hand until finally reaching mine. Annie must have been so proud to receive this wonderful book and as to its condition - indications are that there was time when she hardly ever put it down. The book captures an exciting moment in time. A time reflecting a confident pre-war Britain in which everything including Broadcasting House control room No 3 December 3rd 1934 was at the cutting edge of technology. There is an air of power and expectation about this book telling of a Britain at ease with itself. Shame though that there is no one present in the picture to operate the technically advanced 'rocket ship' control panel, the enormous GPO telephone, or the grand heavy-weight talk-back microphone, had there been it would in my opinion have brought much needed human involvement and added drama to an otherwise brilliant iconic art deco 'Modern Times' shot. This is not a book for toddlers, far from it, there are dragons and blood thirsty criminals galore and every page a riveting insight into another time. The annual in question is the second in the series and cost 3/6 net. Every author in the annual is a broadcaster. For this edition representative from each of the BBC Children's Hour regions is included - West, Bristol, Midland, Northern, Scottish and Northern Ireland together with the better-known London broadcasters. Apparently, the editor managed to capture the elusive A. J. Alan and got him to write a special forward. Other contributors include L. du Garde Peach, H. Mortimer Batten, P. G. H. Fender (a famous cricketer of the time I believe), Franklyn Kelsey, George Nash, The London Zoo man and, of course Stephen King-Hall. Apart from Uncle Mac these are names I have never heard before, but I include them here because they mattered at the time and may still do so today. They are not the end of it by any means, as they represent only a small part of the annual which includes sailing, rip-roaring adventures, articles and hobbies. There was no end of things for children to build and make in the 1930s, when the hope was that this book would forge a link in the chain of interest which leads from the 5.15 microphone to loudspeakers all over the country. It was hoped that each annual would find a place on a bookshelf, be regularly read and kept on the shelf until the next annual came along to join it Reading through the book it is clear that all contributors are adults and at no time do they talk down to their audience. Far from it, this is a very grown-up children's book wherein the reader is treated as an equal and with great respect. It is a most refreshing find. Each story such as 'The Pirate Who Wept' by L. du Garde Peach is prefaced by a bordered section telling of the work and exploits of the author and the story to come. It's all very clever and very well put together. On the hobby side, those with sufficient interest and skill might care to have a go at building The 'Graf Zeppelin' box kite or for the more adventurous a model helicopter might be worth a try although it does look to be a little diffy even for an adult. There is also an intriguing discussion about a baker rolling dough doll that at one time could be purchased. The doll is the oldest mechanical toy known and originates from around 2000 BC Finally, it is interesting to note that the BBC Type A microphone as used by 'Uncle Mac' met for a time with some controversy. In the 1930s RCA (Radio Corporation of America) demonstrated their new ribbon microphone in Hollywood and not surprisingly it came to the attention of the BBC. Sadly, the price was too high and so the BBC set about designing their own ribbon device. Was it a copy, had the BBC infringed RCAs intellectual property? Well, no they hadn't, in time it was decided that the BBC had a valid patent of their own, hence, the now iconic BBC Type A microphone (1934 onwards). The microphone was manufactured for the BBC by Marconi.
By David Greenep on 2021-01-27 16:15:37
This is amazing!
By Prefer to be unknown for now please on 2021-01-20 00:24:32
Hi all, I have recently been trying to find my Grandad, my family has never had contact with him and gave up looking for him many years ago. We have very little information to go off but apparently he is/was a Welsh man and his full name is Gwillam Stanley Jones (unsure of the spelling!) he owned/worked at a Butchers in the Salford Area. It may be a bit of a long shot but if anybody has any information please reply below, this would be much appreciated. Thank you!
By Joe Dawson on 2021-01-19 12:38:32
I was reminded today of Langworthy Park better known as Chimney Pot Park, built on the site of an old reservoir close to where Langworthy Road crosses Liverpool Street Salford. Chimney Pot Park because of the wonderful view of the rooftops and chimney pots of the houses nearby. A popular and great place to play and one I decided to give verse to in memory of an exciting childhood, when all was new, and all stood waiting to be discovered. Herewith the poem: Let me tell you 'bout a place called Chimney Pot Park, it's higher than the trees an' above the chimney tops, there's every kinda laughter and every kinda fun, it opens every evening with the setting of the sun. All the children of the parish flock there in their droves, it's not a place to go to sleep and not a place to doze, climbing outta of windows, sneaking over gates, all the kids from miles around plan to stay up late. The park is lit by moonlight, starlight Hallowe'en, anything you want is yours you simply have to scream, there's every kinda game to play and every kinda ride, every kinda wild pursuit and every kinda smile. There's every kinda happiness and every kinda joy, every kinda wonderland for every girl and boy, there's no admission fee to pay and great fun after dark, so perhaps I’ll see you there tonight at Chimney Pot Park?
By michelle on 2021-01-19 02:31:16
Robertson street salford 5 address is on my birth certifcate i was born 1972.
By Pauline Mitchell nee Maguire nee Platts on 2021-01-16 19:16:31
I lived in heath Street from 1945 to 1969 I went to st marks and then to north Manchester grammar school. I attended the salvation army on Marlborough Road and remember the whit walks
By Joe Dawson on 2021-01-05 14:05:56
Just popped into Victoria Wine Hightown, big shop just before Garnet Street right hand side looking towards town. Rattling great glass door, clanging bell, huge space between the door and the counter, bit of a cold shop really, bottles of BG sherry, VP rich ruby and medium sherry, Sandeman’s port and reinforced wine on the shelves at the back of the counter. A far cry from a wine shop today and super-removed from the displays in a 2021 supermarket, but a promising glow on a cold winter’s Waterloo Road circa 1960. Joe Dawson
By Ann Reed on 2020-12-30 11:37:11
I attended Broughton Secondary Modern School for Girls from 1953-7. The headmistress was Miss A G Leek. Teachers were Mrs Iveson. Mrs Robinson, Mrs Arthur, Miss Whitney to name a few. I thoroughly enjoyed my years there. I gave a few school photos. I have lived in Australia since 1974. I love to look at old photos of the schools I attended - North Grecian Street and Broughton Modern. I wonder how many of my classmates remember me Ann Reed (née Hornby)
By HILARY THOMAS on 2020-12-29 15:12:24
My grandparents had a greengrocers on Haworth Street at the bottom of Waterloo rd ,Opposite Esther Rosenthal had a grocers. Round the corner on Waterloo rd was Ribeiros Bakery , opposite was Issy Wise the barber.I remember the prison Warders flats nearby and Waterloo road school where my mother was a pupil from 1924.My great grandfather lived on Broughton Lane .
By Sally Mott on 2020-11-20 23:02:31
I remember the whit walks from the church and up cheethamhill road
By Joe Dawson on 2020-11-18 12:05:59
Herewith a little something you may use or refuse. Memories from a parish magazine saved by the writer circa 1977. My interest is simply one of looking back and very often chancing a smile. If below proves useful you may leave my name out of it, I have no wish to hog a page. Stay safe. Joe Dawson --------------------------------------------------- Modernity had begun to make its mark on the area: B Mitchell once a highlight of Waterloo Road now traded from 490 Gt. Cheetham Street. East, Salford. M8 7EW. A new postcode and a newish telephone number, BRO 2438 had become 792 2438, the Broughton identity gone for good. Television, Radio and Electrical Repairs and Service, P/a Sound Equipment for hire at low rates continued as before from the new address. I’m sure many will have kept their money safe at the Trustee Savings Bank 555 Cheetham Hill Road M8 7HZ were we learn that for over 150 years the bank has provided a range of services designed to meet the requirements of people of all ages. Their friendly attitude to your problems takes the worry out of money matters. The manager and staff are always available to explain and assist with any financial problems that may arise. Finally, a note in the blurb to the effect that: Could over 9000 customers in this area be wrong? P.S. I had a blue and yellow egg money box and later a green metal money box in the from of a book from this bank as a child. A short distance away from the bank you would find T. & J. Levy Home Furnishers, Fitted carpets and Upholstery, located at 448 Cheetham Hill Road. M8 4LE. A town shop on your doorstep stockists of: G. Plan, Austin & McIntosh, Vono, Meredew, Beautility, Myers, Stag and Slumberland and all other leading manufacturers. A footnote draws a readers attention to: ‘We Fit Bedroom Furniture. For good shoes one was encouraged to go to: Tysons Shoes ltd. 463 Cheetham hill Road, M8 7LR telephone: 7540 5000. My mum always got her coal from A. Saunders and Sons. Coal and Smokeless fuel Merchants 38 Brideoak Street, Cheetham, formally Manchester 8, now M8 7LR. A shared postcode with Tysons Shoes Ltd above. In need of a haircut? Perhaps Russell’s Gents Hair Stylists 366 Cheetham Hill Road was a port of call, where reviewing their advert in a local parish magazine, All ranges of styles including hair dyes, and all long hair styles. Also, advice given free for all hair and scalp disorders. O.A.P.s catered for Monday to Friday. Closed on Saturday. Open Sunday 8am to 2 pm. 366 Cheetham Hill Road M8 7LS. Opposite late Premier Cinema. Chimney need sweeping? J. H. Poulton Domestic and Commercial Chimney Sweeps and Boiler Flue Cleaner. 52 Cravenwood Road, Crumpsall M/C. M8 6AN Tel: 061 740 5455 For Spuds and fruit Premier Stores (Trevor Glass) Finest Fruit and Vegetables, bring your basket to: 467 Cheetham Hill Road, M/C. M8 7LR The Village Vac Shop Specialist vacuum repair service. Main dealers: Hoover - Electrolux. Bargain reconditioned cleaners always in stock. Good part exchange Allowances. 15A King Edwards Buildings, Bury Old Road, Manchester 8. 740 0176 Bob Steele & Co. (Prop: Mr J Wray) Shell Petrol and Oil, Quality Used Cars (Green Shield Stamps) Queen’s Road Filling Station. Queens Road. Cheetham Hill, Manchester 8 Telephone: 061 205 2704. J. C. Lewis Religious Cards and Figures - Cards for all occasions Pens and Gifts - Toys, Sweets and Tobacconist 479 Cheetham Hill Road, Manchester. M8 7LR. H. Lomax Quality Pork, Beef, Lamb, fowls, Chicken, Eggs and Bacon. 10 Progress Buildings, Cheetham Hill Road. M87HY and 41 Leicester Road, Salford, M7 0AR. J Emanuel. F.B.O.A. Ophthalmic Optician 4 Progress Buildings, Halliwell Lane, Manchester. M8 7ER. Tel: 740 9009 The Buttonholer (Prop: W & L Culshaw) Quick Service for your Buttonholing. Overlocking, Haberdashery, Foam cut to size. Good Selection of plastic lace, Mats and tablecloths. 488 GT. Cheetham Street. East, Hr. Broughton, Salford. M8 7EW. Fox Funeral Service (Late E Fox) Night Service - Private Chapel of Rest 469 Cheetham Hill Road, Manchester M8 7LR Tel: 740 2362 & 773 2749 ‘Violetta’ (H Goodman) For flowers of Distinction – Member of British Teleflower Service Weddings, Bouquets our Speciality. Wreaths and Decorations to Order. 3 King Edward’s Buildings, Bury Old Road, M/C 8 Tel: 061 740 4163 (Opposite Woolworth's) P & B Dunn Quality Butchers. Beef, Pork, Lamb & veal of the finest quality. 412 Cheetham Hill road, Manchester 8 Tel: 740 3631 $40 Bury new Road, Prestwich. Tel: 773 3192 D & A Jones Newsagent, Stationers, Tobacconist, Games and Toys. Sweets, Chocolates, ices & Minerals. Greeting Cards for all Occasions. 114 Marlborough Road, Higher Broughton Salford M8 7LS. Tel: 792 3033 Thos. Reynolds, Senr. & Sons Ltd Musical Instrument Makers. Dealers and Repairers. 120A Gt. Clowes Street, Salford M7 9RN Tel: 834 5530 J. W. Holme Ltd Wholesale and Retail Tobacconist Specialists in all smokers Requisites. Pipes. Cigars etc. 16 King Edward’s buildings, Bury Old Road, Manchester 8 Tel: 061 740 2400 Finally, I should perhaps mention that my grandmother always bought meat from Mr Brown the Butcher crossing a sawdust laden floor to reach the counter. The shop was located almost opposite the swimming baths on Cheetham Hill Road. Hope this jogs a memory or two. Stay safe, stay well, Joe Dawson Wednesday 18th November 2020
By Ian Greenep on 2020-11-16 20:22:04
This is my mother and father's shop where we lived from 1948-1957. They bought it off a Mr Drane They were the first retail shop to stock Walls Ice Cream!
By Ian Greenep on 2020-11-16 20:11:21
This is my brother with the blue collar Peter Greenep The next left in the background is me Ian Greenep. The following year I went to Chethams bluecoat school and became a chorister at the cathedral. Norman Cocker was the organist at the Cathedral but died a year later. His position was taken by Alan Wicks. The Governor at Chethams was Mr Vicars
By Joe Dawson on 2020-11-12 14:47:02
Growing up Hightown was a very special experience for me; without actually realizing it at the time Hightown/Waterloo Road was incredibly ‘live and let live’, people were busy and folk got on with their lives, working together as a diverse community. One would be hard pushed to find anything like it today, I recall Mrs Gedall’s record shop, on the same block as a paraffin, clock and pot shop at the bus stop near Bignor Street. Needoff’s bakery a little further down, then a tailor dashing away with the biggest steam iron I have ever seen in my life, and a little further towards Elizabeth Street, the Novelty Box. An extraordinary toy shop, where in its time a sophisticated electronic organ, (said to be the first of its kind; transistors were rather new in those days), a complex beauty in process of construction on the counter for all to see and examine. I believe the instrument also appeared in the Manchester Evening News or the Evening Chronicle, where a model hovercraft also the work of the proprietor was reported. On which point there was a goodly choice of newsagents, one on Garnet Street, two on Waterloo Road, one on Marshall Place. Tobacco and sweets shops were paces apart; more people smoked than they do today, choosing brands such as Embassy, Bristol, Nelson, Park Drive and Woodbines, their stubs and empty packets littering the gutters and pavement. Waterloo Road was notable for choice, Valentine’s newspaper shop, Mrs Wilson’s hairdressers, Siroto’s Chemist, a pharmacy that during my childhood moved from the Bignor Street side of Waterloo Road to the Vernon Street side. Mr Siroto told me he was the uncle of the 1950s pop singer Lee Lawrence born Leon Sirota in Salford. Odd that, as I recall the chemists was always referred to as Siroto’s, a local thing or mispronunciation perhaps. A micro-mystery - discuss - was there an Italian connection? There was much to recommend Hightown and Waterloo Road, the Maypole and Mrs Walklett’s pot shop on opposite corners of Larch Street, Kinder Scout Children’s outfitters, a well frequented Jewish butchers just before one reached Garnet Street and the two telephone boxes over the street from the Hightown Hotel public house, both always working and both always in possession of the latest telephone books, now where would you find that today? Returning for a moment to the Maypole grocers, who could forget the lavishly mirrored entrance where final touches were put to many a hairdo and dress whilst waiting for a date. But the future beckoned, supermarkets were on the horizon, and as an apprentice electrician there was much work to do in the district. I remember meeting Ronnie Singer proprietor of the Bendix Launderette on the corner of Vernon Street and Waterloo Road and working in the cellar beneath the lines of washing machines; heat and steam gave rise to cockroaches in great clumps on the ceiling and pipes, ready and willing to fall on the heads of those working below. I worked with Benny Mitchell (BRO 2438 as I recall, if anyone answers put the phone down at once) and it was Ronnie who gave Benny the job of electrically connecting a huge new dry cleaning machine in the basement of his new shop Granada Dry Cleaners just up from Granada TV studios in Manchester. An undertaking of some size, the back wall had to come out to get it in and then a good days work to get it up and running. Hightown, a positively thriving community. A family of people and trades, not all mentioned here by any means, but I have to stop somewhere and there’ll be another time I’m sure. Stay well, stay safe. With all best wishes. Joe Dawson
By Howard Franks on 2020-10-26 08:43:13
Les Lazarus, I am sure you played football with me. You took us in a van !!!
By Joe Dawson on 2020-10-10 21:52:42
Trinity Presbyterian (Church of Scotland) Cheetham Hill Road, corner Greenhill Road. I still have the book Black Wing by George E. Rochester and printed by the Epworth Press London which I was presented with for regular attendance Christmas 1957. My Sunday School teacher was Mr S. H. Kerfoot. I was in the Boys Brigade and joined in many of the many activities at that wonderful place of worship. The church brought much happiness to my life as did another church a short walk away, St John the Evangelist (Church of England) Waterloo Road where I met a new friend Author Price, who lived at the rectory on Brideoak Street. There was tennis court in the grounds of the church (at the back) which during my childhood was I recall often in use. Stay well, stay safe. Joe Dawson
By Joe Dawson on 2020-10-08 22:00:46
The way we were Sunday was such a beautiful day. Fit only for beautiful thoughts and one came along immediately. China tea served in dainty cups with a fine slice of bread and butter. Not much to write about but enough to refresh genteel ladies in the 1940s when stockings were at a premium and silk parachute undies all the rage; although quite how so much parachute material reached back street seamstresses is still a mystery. A decent cuppa was often the highlight of the day. Rations went nowhere and by mid-week most larders were bare. The weekly shop a quarter pound of butter carefully scraped from greaseproof paper, a little sugar to the last grain vigorously teased from a paper bag and a few eggs carefully transferred by enamel bowl to the kitchen. Nights out weren't what they might be either. What girl today would apply home-made gravy browning leg tan followed by when dry, a pencil or crayon with which to draw an imitation seam down the length of each leg - the straighter the better. Madness to think of it now, yet once it was all there was if a lady was not to be seen barelegged at the Palais de Danse. And then there were the spivs. Ten-a-side moustaches fine as you like, trilbied black marketeers grinning over suitcases poised precariously on one knee or on the back of a lorry offering hard to get goods at inflated prices. 'No coupons love, just cash, you won't find better' When it didn't come out of a suitcase it probably appeared from under a counter, corned beef, Spam, you name it. Plain blue ½ Ib unbranded packets introduced Britain to a mysterious powder that when mixed with water and heated turned into something resembling mashed potato - dried egg or a knob of margarine was often added to improve the taste. Sirens wailed and Britain ran for cover, Torches proliferated their glow shielded by greatcoats and pinnies. Only scurrying shoes were faintly visible as searchlights scoured the night sky and adult stoicism hurried little feet to safety. 50s Britain 50s Britain. Dark, threadbare, exhausted people, exhausted houses and somewhere in the distance a wireless giving voice to Dickie Valentine’s The Finger of Suspicion, its heavy 1930s glass accumulator bubbling out the last few volts before need of recharge. Housewives Choice, Worker's Playtime, Listen with Mother, The Billy Cotton Band Show. No end of programmes geared to raise the morale of a war-weary nation. A time when radio variety was at its height and loved by millions. Come nightfall, should the accumulator be back from Mitchell’s charging station, half way down Waterloo Road top end of Garnet Street and following BBC Radio Newsreel. There came a happy choice of evening entertainment: Radio Luxembourg with its fading and recovering signal or AFN (American Forces Network) glowing spots on the dial from where exciting music streamed over the airwaves and Rock & Roll launched itself across the Atlantic. So long ago and yet still fresh in many a heart. A time of abject poverty, scarcity of food, milk rationing, make-do-and-mend, and no bananas at the Co-op. Undaunted by whatever the remnants of war might throw at them, people stuck together, looked out for each other, and put a capital C in Community. Little money about at the time but a glimmer of hope shone at the end of the tunnel; beginning perhaps with the Festival of Britain in1951 when people at last began believing in the possibility of a brighter future. Lee Cooper jeans landed on our shops, Maxwell House coffee brightened our breakfast, and the first supermarkets began to appear. Meanwhile, something stirred in Liverpool, and early in the next decade the Beatles burst onto the scene and The Liverpool Sound was born and the rest as they say is history. A fleeting image It was just a fleeting image of a familiar skyline towering high above the shiny trousers of a bus driver ready to take his seat behind the wheel. A something and nothing moment that so often invokes memories secretly waiting to come tumbling out with a smile or a tear. Boarding such a bus would, I recall, whisk me home from school and into the bosom of the family. Whilst next door and in the next street were chums and confidants, rascals and rascalettes now grown-up and gone and so too the streets, demolished to make way for modernity. But what can never be demolished are the memories of a time when all was young and around every corner lay adventure. Returning for a moment to Marshall Place and the 50s, enterprise I recall flourished from top to bottom. Albert the then manager of the Shakespeare cinema on Halliwell Lane organised boxes of oranges for us kids at Christmas and a kinder man would be hard to find, he was a friend to everybody. Joe the cobbler corner of Marshall Place and Hammond Street always had a smile and a wave from his elevated position, a shop reached by many steps. Mr Burke at the off-licence opposite the cobblers never appeared without a crisp white shirt and pristine waistcoat. There was a ballet school run by Mrs Gimbert, another off-licence further down at the corner of Marshall Place and Wigton Street. Next a busy plumbers, then Mrs Gimbert’s butchers corner Perth Street, opposite Mr and Mrs Thorpe’s Newsagents and grocers. A violinist with the Halle Orchestra lived next door, followed by Hey’s school of motoring and finally, Mr and Mrs Rosenthal’s vegetable front room, corner Marshall Place and Cluny Street, directly opposite Weiner’s grocery store and popular pickle barrel located in the hall, turn left into the shop. A number of shops were really houses converted for the purpose of selling necessities in a time of need. Joe Dawson
By Joe Dawson on 2020-10-08 15:37:38
I remember the building, not far down from Nunns for Ford and next door to Robinson's Removals (notable for their black and white building) and over the road (a little further up towards Great Cheetham Street) the Rialto cinema.
By Joe Dawson on 2020-10-06 22:18:05
Hi, isn't this a shot of the button factory? It looks like it to me, if it is, I remember as an apprentice electrician installing new lights there when I worked for Benny Mitchell who had a radio and TV shop on Waterloo Road Hightown Manchester 8. Joe Dawson
By Joe Dawson on 2020-10-06 17:04:49
Yes, I went too went to Cheetham Collegiate school on Brideoak Street, and I remember Miss White, Miss Marjorie, and upstairs Mrs Tyler and Mrs Jefferson. There really where some pea soupers in those days and Waterloo Road in dense fog was a risky enterprise in the dark. Across the croft on (Waterloo Road) a young lady by the stage name of Sylvia Sands was about to cut her first record. I may have mentioned this before, but I was a paperboy at Thorpe's paper shop and grocers corner of Perth Street and Marshall Place. I lived two doors away at number 9 with my gran and aunty and remember the little park opposite being built on what was a croft that to the best of my knowledge ('cause I played on it a lot) once housed several air raid shelters as did Cheetham cricket ground opposite. My first girlfriend Josephine, was the daughter of the groundsman, a wonderful man (as too Mrs Hall) who lived in a bungalow in full sight of the pitch, Josephine also attended Cheetham Collegiate at the same time as I. Your memory put me in mind of so much, Gimbert's butchers, Mrs Gimbert's Ballet school at number 10 Marshall Place, Pauline and Susan Burke who lived at the off-licence top of Marshall Place and then off the Shakespeare cinema on Halliwell Lane. Better stop now, or I'll keep going forever. Thanks for the memories. Stay safe, stay well. Joe Dawson
By Joe Dawson on 2020-10-05 17:19:21
Angela Thorpe: Now there's a memory, I was a paperboy at your mum's shop corner of Perth Street and Marshall Place in the mid 1950s, lived at number 9 with my gran and aunty. I believe the shop was formally owned by Mrs Middleton who lived directly opposite the shop top of Perth Street - best street for roller skating in the district, surface as smooth as silk. Joe Dawson
By Sally on 2020-09-22 11:53:10
Hi, My Aunt lived in Salford as a child. Her daughter who lives in America recently told me she’d been searching online because her mum told her the reason she was named Mandy was after a shop on Lower Broughton Road Salford called Mandy’s Does anyone remember this shop or know if there are any old photos showing this shop. I’d love to help her find this. Thank you in advance
By Mike Preston on 2020-09-17 13:05:42
I was born at Bentley's Buildings weaste in 1948. We moved to alder st a year later. Anyone remember a club on Broad street,His Excellency's.
By Mike Preston on 2020-09-16 18:29:29
St Lawrence weaste lane opened in September 1950,I mistakenly said I attended 1950,it was 1959.i remember the Flynn's,Pete was in my year My mam knew Mrs Flynn. The Flynn's known as the Fighting Flynn's.gre
By Wendy Knee on 2020-09-09 04:51:34
I used to go ice skating there every Saturday morning. I’d save up my pocket money to have a lesson. It cost 2s.6p to dance with an instructor at the interval. I loved it.
By Mary Rogers on 2020-09-01 13:04:07
My father in law Frank Rogers was in LAC theatre group lower Broughton in the 1960’s he played the part in many Shakespeare plays including Macbeth and Othello. Is their a book I could purchase with photographs in order for the family to discover more about the group and their productions.
By Tracey on 2020-08-30 03:03:59
Looking for family . John Henry Smith married Alice Walker Salford 1920
By Jacqueline madden on 2020-08-22 12:51:15
Looking for dependences of my grandparents,they lived at 22 coronation Street in the 19 60's, Mr Mrs Penkethman,had 3 sons,Ronnie,Keith and William (Bill),anyone remember them?
By Ellen on 2020-08-16 00:27:29
Love these they bring back so many memories
By Christine Robins on 2020-08-15 07:26:08
This was way before 1964
By Phil Duncan. on 2020-07-13 21:21:24
I was assistant manager at the Ice Rink 1965 -1966. A beautiful old ice rink. Ruined by Mecca who refused to shut in the summer ror 3 weeks to allow the ground to thaw out. Thus causing the centre to rise and the pipes being raised. They knew nothing of the science of ice rinks. Only money.
By carol on 2020-07-10 20:15:33
hi i am just searching for former pupils named Joan ogden and Alma ogden (twins) . I am aware they were pupils at Broughton modern secondary in 1950's. If you have any info/photos or intel into thease names i would be extreamly grateful for any insite you may have no matter how limited. thankyou carol ann arnison
By Mrs Marie Doyle on 2020-07-08 11:36:17
Dear Gail, I've just come across the website and, having been born in Cheetham Hill in 1944 and the rest of my family being from Salford, it brought back fabulous memories looking at all the photos! I wonder if it is still possible to purchase a copy. If so I'd appreciate you letting me know. Thanks very much Marie Doyle
By Denis parfitt on 2020-06-28 21:57:01
I was born in 1952 and have fond memories of numerous shops and people of Cheetham Hill as it was my playground . From Queens rd up to Heston Park we would roam feeling completely safe , As a kid in those days you knew loads of kids from different schools, i went to Cravenwood school then ont Dixie Denis Parfitt
By Peter Jones on 2020-06-13 15:16:52
Looking for Jaqueline Hughes teacher and my long lost cousin
By Benice Spark on 2020-05-16 02:12:01
I remember Trinity. It was next to the Greenhill cinema and opposite was the Premier cinema. We went to a film every Saturday as a child and took the 7 bus home to Crumpsall from the bus stop opposite the church in Greenhill Rd.
By Ann Anderson nee Thorpe on 2020-05-05 17:05:46
very interesting I was one of the first intake at Clarendon Secondary modern I went into 1A, it was a great school then, Ann Anderson nee Thorpe
By Michael griffiths on 2020-04-29 00:14:52
Use to pass Trinity Church on Cheetham Hill Road on my way to cheetham secondary school in heath street . In the 60s I was born and lived in 25 brideoak street From 1957/78.
By Andrew Scholar on 2020-04-21 20:44:35
My father worked there in the 1960's and I used to go as a child to open the post with him. Photo 03320 might possibly show my father sitting on the steps outside Crusader's office
By EJ EJ on 2020-04-17 17:22:29
Hello, my grandparents James and Anne Matthews were from Salford and had a greengrocers at one point in the 1940s/1950s. Great photos thank you.
By Stephen Poulton on 2019-12-30 00:26:13
This address might be 2 Clarendon Road M/c 8 the Reg'd Office. The garage was at 16 Tyson St M/c 8
By Tony Conway on 2019-12-09 15:45:24
photographs 914 and 915. Do not know this area. I was a pupil here from 1958 to 1963
By Jean renshaw on 2019-11-27 23:12:08
This wasn't the waiting area for Jewish hospital in 61 it was benches and tiled walls like the old toilets used to be
By Helen on 2019-11-27 17:45:05
No more barbers or corner shops tooo many especially in crumpsall. Sunbed shops are needed no more casinos.
By Glo McNeill on 2019-11-18 12:33:08
I went to Thomas Street Methodist School in the 30s, and to Bella Vista. My uncle had the Milk Bar on Cheetham Hill Road, I well remember Smith's "Bakery at the corner of Thomas Street and many of the people at Thomas Street, headmaster, Evgans, who made us sing the Welsh national anthem each morning, Miss Rydiard and Miss Woolley, who rapped our knuckles with a ruler. Miss Rydiard used to write in our autograph albums "I must never say I can't but I can if I try"
By Peta reilly on 2019-09-24 02:01:14
My great grandad was an orthodox Jew & lived on silk street Salford his name was joshia black?
By DAVID KILCOURSE on 2019-09-10 16:29:48
I lived at no 82 Bent St and went to St Chad's school on Cheetham Hill Road.I remember the nuns and Miss Tunney also Father Morris.Our corner shop was called Greens wich was on the corner of Elizabeth St and Bent St.It sold everything including "esso blue". Shopping in Hightown and Cheetham Hill Village. My uncles Hughie,David,Edward and Brian Quinn all worked around there.Edward and Brian worked in the bacon works on Bent St and they all drank in the Berwick Arms near the prison.The smell of the hops from Boddingtons and Holts brewaries.The Jewish Boys School which backed onto Bent St.Kennings car showroom. I remember all the cinemas that have been mentioned and one was later (late 60s) the bowling alley which played soul and Motown music on Sunday afternoons. I also remember the shopping on Cheetham Hill and when I am ever in the area still call for bagels,Blackbread,fishcakes and cheesecakes,wonderfull. I remember the Whit Walks and the "italians"walking then all the kids playing outside the pubs(and being given two bobs and half crowns for being smartly dressed) drinking orange juice and eating Smiths crisps with the blue packet of salt inside.Mamas and the Marble arch were my dad's favorites,granddad used to run The Marble Arch. I also remember Elizabeth Park and the man selling ice cream from a tub fixed to the front of his bycycle. The wash house and the kosher chicken factory. I could go on,but lovely memories.
By David Matthews on 2019-08-01 11:13:43
They are brilliant , I hope my pictures can give people an insight of my childhood in Salford,
By Joyce Ainsbury on 2019-07-10 21:20:56
My name is Joyce Fitton i was born in 1944 and lived on Winifred St opposite Hortons coal merchants which was on Howel Street ,Wardleys shop was at the top of Winifred street .I went to the Collegiate school from the age of 3 .I think it was 2 semis made into small accommodation for miss Joyce and Miss Margaret White and then 4 large rooms divided into seniors and juniors.I adored Miss Joyce not to fond of Miss Tyler or Mrs Jeffers she used the strap so not that popular.She also travelled from Blackpool each day. My elder brother Brian also attended the Collegiate he now lives abroad.He has been trying to find one of his old friends Norman Kaufman .I have so many memories all trying to escape.I then attended the High School of Art just an amazing place Mr Goodman Nickname Benny was the headmaster. I did all the usual things ice skating Chiltons dancing and the ovaltinies club at the Premier Cinima .My parents moved when I was about 9 to Crupsal but my grandma still lived on Bellot st and my aunt uncle and cousin SANDRA still lived on Bignor St.
By Derek Warren on 2019-07-01 12:20:31
Hi Rick, I lived in Sycamore st the other side of Waterloo Rd, I also went to Marlborough school, and I remember your family you lived further up Garnet st than where a pal of mine lived, Sid Lowe and another pal Billy Jones.. Didn't one of your family get injured while working at the brick works back of Elizabeth st park can't at the moment remember his name. Regards Hutch
By SOOFI DIN on 2019-05-03 00:11:50
Taken at junction of Waterloo Road and Cheetham Hill Road - I played in this park in the 1960's. The Church is on the junction of Brideoak Street (where I lived) and Waterloo Road, in the foreground of the Church is a cricket ground.
By Sandra Odell on 2019-05-01 12:32:13
Great how can I get a copy please ?
By Beverly Higgins Morton on 2019-04-29 21:53:11
I attended Ordsall Secondary Modern Girls's School in 1967 -1968. I remember the Headmistress Mrs. Hall. She was always so very kind to me. It was an all girls school at that time with the boys school located across the street. The Peacock was still there in 1971 and in 1980 when I visited the school. My best mate was Tina Viney, 2S. I also remember Veronica, 2O, who's father was a manager at the mill. She lived across the street from Ordsall Park. Yes, most of the teachers were women, but our Music Teacher was a man. He gave me piano lessons after school. I visited the school in 1971 when I competed at the Eisteddford Music Competition. I believe Mrs. Hall was still there. I remember taking the sports bus over to the soccer fields by Hope Hospital. We also had a day trip to the Opera House. I was the American Girl from Missouri, Beverly Higgins, who lived with her Aunt and Uncle, Mrs. Lily and George Jones on Clements Street. I attended St. Clements Church with my Uncle. Some of you might remember confirmation classes? I learned how to sew and cook in those home economic classes. I remember the dress material was very 60's, different colored squares with a black border. We used a treadle sewing machine. I actually have one of those that works! I loved living in Salford but realized that my Aunt sheltered my impressions of Salford. She worked at the Palmolive Company. We had to walk up to the laudromat on Regent Road and would always stop on the way back for fish and chips or meat pies. The short time I shared in this environment helped shape my future and confidence. I became a United States Army Nurse and later a private music teacher. My daughter went to the Eisteddfords in 2005 and won first in the instrumental category. She is a percussionist. I accompanied her on the piano on stage. It was another highlight of my life. Would love to hear from any of my classmates. Beverly Higgins Morton email@example.com
By bill morgan on 2019-02-22 09:28:01
my dad ran the royal oak pup known as brass handels in the early 1960s. i believe he was the penultimate licensee before the building was demolished to make way for the precint. does anyone out there remember this pub and who may have frequented while my dad was manager?
By Sandra on 2019-02-06 09:50:32
What a great school I tried to find out when it was taken down I was doing some heritage and on the old street where we lived Ross street but not so lucky there.
By Martin on 2019-01-22 14:18:49
My Parents gave me pocket money to go on Saturday in the early sixties once a week it was 9 d pence in old money about 3pence in to days money happy memories
By Richard Williams on 2019-01-14 16:49:11
I went to Ordsall boys school 1961 to 1965 which had the playground on the Trafford Road side. This looks like the girls school round the corner.
By John WIndows on 2018-11-09 22:28:14
Law courts: Crown Sq. Manchester
By Gary Hulme on 2018-10-04 11:16:07
This is a photograph of St. Mary's (Crumpsall) Choir. The man, centre left is the Organist & Choirmaster, Mr. H. R. Middleton, F.R.C.O.
By Les Lazarus on 2018-08-08 13:33:57
Does anyone remember Albert park football club in the 1940's ? My brother was a good footballer and Grove house , his name is Sid Lazarus
By Sally Mott on 2018-08-06 14:07:41
I was a Saturday girl at Bata shoes
By Kenneth Barnes on 2018-07-22 18:17:36
Millions of memories langy rd 1959 on
By Liz Lark on 2018-07-07 14:15:32
My mother and her family lived in Salford, probably Devonshire Street area, from 1913, when they left Bangor Count Down, to 1936 when they moved to Blackpool. Their family name was Loughrey and she and her brothers attended St. Thomas's RC Primary School. My mother's memories were not particularly happy ones, the family was very, very poor. Items were often pawned. My grandmother would take my mother to a wealthy family's house to be given second hand clothes. One of her brothers won cups for boxing. Does the name Loughrey strike a bell to anyone?
By Judith on 2018-06-14 17:00:11
Think it more likely to be late 1950’s or early 60’s. Bill, the guy in black suit born c1930.
By Mrs Collier-Woods on 2018-06-06 12:50:35
Does anyone know of the Annis family who lived on Chestnut Street, Hightown?
By Leslie lazarus on 2018-06-06 12:29:23
Does anyone remember the barber shop of my later father Morry Lazarus on Leicester Road, facing the girls school on the corner of Turner Street. Do you remember any of the Lazarus family? My late Mum, Sophy, late sister and brother, Sheila and Sidney and my sister Judy. Would be great to hear from you!
By Jacquie Fuller on 2018-06-03 14:28:42
Hi... I'm looking for anyone who may remember Norman & Jessica Hargreaves (known as Jessie) who lived in Coke Street . They had a daughter Norma ... they would have later moved to the brand new tower block in High Broughton when houses in Coke Street knocked down. Also just general memories of life on Coke Street in the 1940's and 50's?
By Linda de Bazarra on 2018-06-02 11:05:11
I lived in the next street, King Street and I remember the barber's shop very well. My father. Maurice Marks, went there to have his hair cut. I went to school with Laura and Jacqueline Lazarus, to Cassel Fox and then later to Broughton High School for Girls, first at Bella Vista, which later moved to a purpose-built building off Moor Lane (Kersal). Now I live in Barcelona, Spain, I feel very sad that there is little left of my childhood memories...BHS for Girls has been demolished (both the beautiful old Bella Vista and the 'new' school (and most references to it on Internet confuse it with other schools which were not Grammar schools. The streets around Leicester Road have also been demolished. Very, very sad. Linda de Bazarra
By Les Lazarus on 2018-05-28 18:34:47
Does anyone remember Morris Lazarus's barbershop at the corner of Turner St and Leicester Rd?
By Higher Broughton memories on 2018-05-14 13:18:11
I used to go to the Rialto Cinema for the Saturday matinee showings, I saw Flash Gordon, Robinson Crusoe and lots of other films. I loved watching the old black and whites, like the Three Stooges. I also remember Potters Snooker Club at the Rialto, where Alex Higgins made 147 in practice - i saw it! And Syd and Harry's barbers in the Rialto complex and a pool hall down the stairs. The band New Order used to practice in the rooms upstairs and we could hear them practice their latest singles. Mark, Higher Broughton
By Mrs Ann Martin on 2018-04-05 15:00:23
I went to Marlborough Rd and then Heath St. My name was Ann Martin
By craig on 2018-03-05 15:05:55
yes peter passed away few years back. bernie and 2 sons anthony and guy all still ok i think.
By Barry Davidson on 2018-03-03 19:33:25
Hi Violet, One of Abe Tobias grand daughters was Jeannette Davidson. Her mother was Lily Tobias and her Dad was Jack Davidson. My father was Isadore Davidson (Johnny to everyone), Jack's brother. Regards. Barry Davidson
By Alan Richbell on 2018-03-01 11:36:20
Hello Pearl, I see from your email you lived in Howard Street,what number and what dates? My grandmother and aunties lived at number 7 Howard Street from 1901 until the late 1960,s.A great aunt and uncle lived at 15 Howard Street at some time and a grandfather lived a few streets down at 4 Hornby Street next to Strangeways Prison.Recognise any of the house numbers?
By Maralyn on 2018-02-19 09:53:58
That’s my dads shop Lees
By Maralyn Endlar on 2018-02-19 09:49:57
My dad Reuben Lee opened the chicken slaughter house and then extended it to Lees Delicatessen. As a child I crept into the back and saw all the chickens but thankfully never saw anything else. My sister however won’t eat chicken to this day
By kathleen beckett on 2018-02-14 01:09:49
Did you know Maureen Phelan..lived at 33 Lime st Hightown in the 50s and 60s?....She knew you...I'm her sister Kath ..She lived with her Gran ..then Auntie...
By Barry Davidson on 2018-01-29 15:55:56
Hi Sheila, my late grandmother was called Sarah Friedlander before she married my Grandfather Joseph Hoffman. I have a family tree on Ancestry website including the Friedlander. I wonder if we are connected at all!
By Pearl Robinson on 2018-01-26 15:55:13
I used to go skating at Silver Blades, as it was known in the 60s. There used to be a disco night, I think it was Friday. The DJ used to throw records out and if you caught one you could keep it
By Julie Anne Ratcliffe on 2018-01-26 15:17:01
Do you remember the name of the people who owned the business
By Paul moore on 2018-01-08 18:18:42
She was a great teacher Miss Tress lived near the polygan near King David's school. The Griffiths family are they the ones lived on Littleton Rd after leaving Cheetham Hill had 2 sons? Lived on bottom end William St. near Baxters green grocers.
By Violet Tyson Schofield on 2017-12-27 15:51:18
I went to see the Four Pennies at the Jungfrau near Manchester Cathedral in 1963/4 I thought they were great And Juliet was too xx
By clare booth was trimble on 2017-11-27 23:45:11
Paula - I also lived in Derby Street. I must have been about 7, our house was next to the ginnel. I also remember the sirens. We all had to go to the air raid shelter it was opp. the Yorkshire pub. We then moved to Stanley Street.
By Peter Wright on 2017-11-27 18:45:10
Came to the exhibition hoping to see old Salford, but a majority of the work appeared to be Cheetham Hill...!
By DRESS MAKING on 2017-05-25 11:04:47
My mum was a fabulous dress maker. She always made sure we had a new outfit for main festivals such as Passover and Jewish New Year (Rosh Hashana). Jackie Harrison
By MEMORIES OF SALFORD AND CHEETHAM HILL on 2016-10-17 12:37:32
Enjoyed your site reading everybody's comments, also a couple of names were mentioned that I had forgotten such as father Wright from St.Albans Church, Waterloo road, he was a lovely person. I forgot to put my maiden name on the memories I shared which was HARPER and I now live in Australia. My parents were brought up in Salford they lived in King William Street before they got married, then moved to Cheetham hill. My father Albert Harper worked for a shirt time at the Queens road bus depot as a conductor, until one day he decided to park the bus for his mate who's surname was Platt, the only thing was my dad didn't have a licence and had never driven before, consequently he removed one of the pillows in the depot, ended up being dismissed. I remember having a friend cannot remember her name, but her father worked at Strangeways prison, and one day for some reason we delivered eggs to the prison, I remember going inside those huge big doors, on the other side was an office on the left, not sure why we delivered eggs. When my godmother moved to Hornby Street nr the prison, She had trouble with one if the inmates shining a mirror at the sun and the reflection would be shining in her living room (parlour) she got in touch with the prison and it stopped after that. Little snippets keep coming back to me, like the time my godmother told me to put the bread in the bin for her, and me replying said I will take it home, she said no I have told you to put it in the bin, which I did !! Next morning she asked where the bread was, I said in the bin, her reply no it's not, the penny dropped I had put the bread in the dustbin, and not the bin under the table. On another occasion I had to go to I think it was called the Maypole up Bury New road, she asked me to get her egg order which was 2 doz and a few other things, that was ok but I had been given a wooden scooter the previous week, so I went to the shop on that, on the way back home I put the eggs on the handle bar of the scooter which were not in boxes then, needless to say everyone was broke, she was not amused. So I had to do a return trip to the shop minus the scooter to get another egg order. When I was 16 I went to work at AEI in Trafford Park also known as Metros they were a very good company to work for happy memories of working there, my mother came from a big family, most of them worked at Metros. I also remember going on some Saturday mornings to Grey Mare Lane market I thought it was magical place, then we would go and visit her brother my uncle Richard who still lived in King William Street in Salford. Then we would walk up the main road and have to walk across the Manchester Ship Canal bridge I was petrified I thought the bridge would go up and we would be stuck on it. I paid a visit to the Uk 6 years ago, and went around all the old places, my what a change, visited the docks which has been done up looks great now, King William Street is still there but not the houses. Visited Cheetham hill, still have a half sister living there, also my brother Alan lives in Failsworth. I also remember a flower lady called Eileen Martin, she use to have a flower shop round the corner from where we lived, then she sold flowers from her barrow on Market Street. I want to thank you for putting this site together, reading all the memories of people has rekindle my memories that had been buried. My girlfriend of longstanding put me in touch with the site as she has quite a few memories of her own thank Marjorie Maddisin (Hobson) if anyone reading my comments remembers me I would love to hear from you especially anyone from the Massing Family, Muriel Townsend
By Family History Forum Comment on 2016-09-06 10:46:48
What a great site, keeping our heritage alive. Keep up the great work.