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Post by soloblue on Feb 25, 2011 9:41:41 GMT -1
I grew up in Pendleton in the late 60's. So different now. We had cobbled streets and the people were so friendly. I shopped with my parents at Cross Lane market on Saturdays Linda
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Post by Charlie Hind (Female) on Feb 25, 2011 10:18:09 GMT -1
Hi Linda I didn't live in Pendleton. But did live in Longsight. I remember the cobbled back entry's well. When even the bin men were friendly & collected the bins without any fuss. It's a shame things have changed so drastically
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Post by gortonboy on Feb 26, 2011 0:57:06 GMT -1
I remember the day the council tarmaced our street !! I t was a cobbled street {Longsight rd..Gorton} And i also remember that we were rehoused for a short while,,,maybe a couple of weeks,,,,whilst they modernised my Grandmas house on Longsight rd ,,Gorton.We had coal fires,,,every room had a fireplace in it,,,,We had a big iron range in the kitchen,,a larder,,,,and a coalshed ,,,,After the modernisation,we had a gas fire,,an upstairs toilet ,,,and my Grandma bought her first fridge,,,,it was about 1971/72.....Any one else remember those times ?
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Post by Lisa on Feb 26, 2011 9:14:19 GMT -1
Hi Mick, My parents' house in Clayton was a two bedroomed terrace with small garden at the front and a yard at the back. The Parlour was only used for special occasions (heaven knows why : . We lived mainly in the back room with a skullery attached. Just a bathroom upstairs. The loo was outside in the back yard. We had fireplaces in both rooms downstair and even one in my parents' bedroom but I only ever saw it lit when someone was ill. I think our street was cobbled at one stage but I must have been very young when they tarmacked it. When I was young my parents had a chicken coop and run in the yard, plus a coal-hole at the bottom on the yard. My dad also had his tool shed there where he used to retreat to to smoke his pipe. It was murder in the winter using the loo....you didnt linger in those days. My mother used to trade her eggs for vegetables grown by neighbours in their back yards and we also had either turkey or goose at Christmas, killed by my dad. The turkeys and geese we eventually kept turned into terrifying guard-dogs in the yard and would attack anyone who came. I never felt like I was being deprived because everyone was the same. I was well-fed, well-clothed and loved (I think ) and most of my time was spent outdoors playing. I only came home when I was hungry and I still consider them happy days compared to today.
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Post by soloblue on Feb 26, 2011 12:01:33 GMT -1
Thanks to everyone who replied about Pendleton. Happy Days! I remember when they knocked down our little house. My mum cried for ages. We moved to little Hulton, not the same. Nice house but we missed Salford. Unfortunately we cant go back to those old days, life much simplier then. Yes even the bin men were nice!
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