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  1. Rag and Bone men

    I remember quite a few times in the 50,s and 60,s travelling along Elephant Lane when suddenly a man would dart across from Radley St into Dorothy St pushing a bike with a bag of coal slung under the crossbar .The source of coal being the clayhole belonging to Roughdales Brickworks, this would happen anytime after dusk.About this time I was living in Nutgrove,my Granny used to by her coal from Cheetham,s (an unfortunate name for any businessman I know). He used an ex Army Bedford lorry painted maroon,and later on when we moved to Newtown he put all our furniture on the coal wagon and flitted us down to Exeter St .I think coal was about 10 shillings a bag in those days so these freelance coal miners must have got about half that. How many pints for a bag of coal in the Elephant later on ?.They would be well deserved!.
  2. Cenny Mod

    The two woodwork teachers were Mr Clayton and Mr Grayley in my time ,(58 to 62) who took half our class each .Every boy had one side of a bench and at the end of every lesson tool cupboards were inspected for missing tools.Mr Grayley had a damaged leg and wore a calliper which squeaked at every step,so if you were messing about there was no way he could sneak up on you.We always wondered why he never put any oil on it (heartless I know) there was no WD40 in those days.Things I made were a bookcase which only recently got dumped ,and a toolbox.The games teachers travelled from the school in their cars but always left us to carry the cricket bags up to Bishop rd and back .No way were they going to soil the boot of their cars.
  3. Ghost boy on new bridge

    At least up to the sixties Pilks. had a large railway siding there part of which was used for the delivery of white sand .I am sure I read over time children were buried whilst playing in the sand as it collapsed on top of them .There was at least one fatality.Maybe there is a connection.
  4. Rag and Bone men

    My apologies if this in the wrong place on this forum but this tale was told to me 40 and more years ago. A monumental fiddle was going on in a coalyard"somewhere in St Helens" .Probably in the late 50,s a certain coal lorry was fitted out with a 40 gallon oil drum underneath the chassis and before entrance to the coalyard was filled with water.Having arrived and weighed in at the coalyard the water was duly discharged out of sight leaving the lorry with an added capacity for an extra 3 1 cwt bags of coal . Hardly worthy of comparison to the Brinksmat Heist I admit but surely a feat of working class ingenuity ?.
  5. Motor bike shops

    Yes I remember the Bentley as well.He sold a product known as Porzelack car polish and used to say "that,s what I use on my car".Champion spark plugs were 5/- each or 25p each. Duckhams,and Castrol GTX was about 25/- for a gallon can.And you could park outside the shop as well!.
  6. Sherdley Park

    Spot on .Lets not forget painting a white line across the footpath and calling it a "cycle lane".A very cheap way to gain green Brownie Points
  7. Sutton arms pub land

    Roughly facing the Sutton Arms before it was built was Jack Goodisons Farm and a bit further on was Ernie or Aaron Kirkmans cottage , who was a very tall man with size 14 or thereabouts shoes .In those days Sherdley Rd went round in a curve to meet Elephant Lane and did not reach as far as Eltonhead Rd.At the bottom of Sherdley Rd and the corner of Burtonhead Rd was the Pig and Whistle.A very small pub this being merely two terraced houses joined together .Fantastic beer 1s/8d for bitter 1s/6d for mild.About 1966 I think.
  8. Cenny Mod

    I have seen him twice many years ago now both times on North Rd ,the first time I think was in the mid-eighties in the Magpies Nest and then later on in the barbers shop next to the YMCA .I think he owned both businesses.Another event I recall was the last day before the summer holidays, and the head prefect that year was a lad named Small .He wasnt very well liked and a number of the leavers grabbed him along with a length of rope and tried to attach him and the rope to a overhanging lamp bracket over the entrance (the one nearest Glasseys toffee shop) .I dont think for a minute it was a serious attempt,but the lad himself was understandably very shaken.
  9. Cenny Mod

    Hi Hangonamo. What a fantastic guy Sid Griggs was.If old Griggsy was your form teacher that I think puts you in 1D right next to me in 1C. I did the same 4 years as you .He always came to school in a brown trilby and a fawn trench coat and in class the same tweed sports jacket ,he always seemed to be smoking (I'm sure he smoked in class) and the state of his fingers with nicotine was terrible.Also we could never place his accent which seemed somehow foreign, a tiny bit German we thought.The worst teacher I remember was Mr Finch but no more of that .In I think 1962 it was, there was a school trip to Speke Airport where we saw a couple of DC3s , and a jet engined caravelle take off and then on to Speke Hall.That was the best afternoon I spent in school .It took us into another world altogether and it just didn,t last long enough.Finally ,do you remember "the beast of cenny mod".Keith Bennet .Playtime one morning I remember him taking a hymn book from the stacks on the window ledges in the hall and throwing it at Mr Griggs.Whether it connected or not I fail to recall ,or the bedlam that ensued.
  10. House in the entry

    I think at least up to the 1990,s this house was the home of a sorter at Ravenhead Glass .George (eccy) Eccleston.He was on C shift in 31 shop stemware.
  11. The Clegg

    This Clegg in no way shows the size of the clayhole that preceded it which was of a considerable size and depth, with railway tracks and winding gear to draw tubs of clay up to the brickworks for manufacture with a supply of coal from the same source to burn in the brick kilns .Between the brickworks and Eltonhead Rd was a small low brick building set in the middle of a farmers field known as the magazine where we as kids were told the explosives to loosen the clay were kept.Nearby was a farm I think was named Ditchfield Farm,the farmer was a Mr Battersby. A character like most farmers much given to economical practices. He had a sit up and beg type bike where arranged round the wheels were sections of different sorts of tyres about 8 inches long sandwiched somehow together.Also his boots were adorned with homemade spats made from the tops of wellingtons carefully pierced and laced. Later on I learned from my Mother he was a frequenter of the Black Horse and sometimes after dark on Eltonhead Rd in former time I think we may have passed each other by.
  12. Long since gone bust?

    Bought my first car from (Arnie)? Appleton. His garage was adjacent to The Clarendon on College St .It was a 1964 Austin A40 BAX 299B at £385. I think he lived in Devon St.It was about 16th or 17th of Sept. when Ibought it and it was decided not to tax or drive it till the first day of the following month which didn,t go down well with a teenage driver!.
  13. Who remembers Rainhill Hospital?

    I was in the same class as Brenda Forshaw at Infants School and Junior School in Nutgrove ,in fact she is on a school photo taken in the playground ,it would be about 1955.There was 27 of us in the picture,and I remember all the names except one little girl .The Headmistress was a Miss Reardon.The only teacher I recall was Miss Hilton,and yes, she was a very nice girl.
  14. lion in the clegg

    I must ask .That boat looks very much like those we all enjoyed so many years ago on "The Big Lake" in Taylor Park."Come in number 8 your time is up!". If the wind was blowing the right way we could hear this in Exeter St!"
  15. Does anyone remember Dialect Tales in the St Helens Reporter. They were in the 1960,s by Geo.C.Miller .Such characters as I think were Jonty Grimshaw, Constable Kay, and the "Owdest Inhabitant".Some of the stories were set in and around a pub called the Hare and Hounds.It seemed to be about a full half page on the Saturday edition which is as good as a full page of todays tabloids
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