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  1. Yes we were stuffed Phyll, but there was never a drop of alcohol, not in our house anyway. Every Year Mum would ceremoniously line up a row of cans of beer on the sideboard along with the dates and nuts but I don't remember anyone getting to drink one. Then onTwelfth Night they got packed away with the other Christmas stuff, to be got out again the next year. We did get to eat the dates though, in that palm tree box with the little forky thing to pick them up.
  2. I think the bit of Cowley Girls near the canteen we called the bunny hills was actually the old air raid shelters grassed over. We had the long jump pit there and all us un athletic types would try to go there in the summer in PE because you could just lie and sunbathe out of sight of the dreaded Mrs Wotherspoon. My mum lived off New Street and they didn't have Anderson shelters, they had a Morrison shelter in the wash house area which was basically a kind of reinforced table you all got under I think.
  3. I remember that incident! I think the wording was Miss Green is a cow, which we all found hilarious, and undeserved. The teachers went on strike for a morning and we all had to sit on the hall floor. I think it was Miss Pearson who explained to us " You see girls, a cow is a woman of ill repute." I don't recall them ever finding out who the perpetrator was.
  4. Isn't it strange how the Cowley Boys thread has so many stories about their sadistic teachers? I was at Cowley Girls from 1958 to 1965 and even though I must have sorely tried their patience, obnoxious stroppy little madam that I was, I remember nothing but kindness and understanding and never even a raised voice.
  5. I can't get over how much we used to eat on Christmas Day, starting with a huge breakfast, then the dinner and then my mum or one of her sisters would host for tea and we finished off with a supper. When it was my mum's turn to host she always ordered a whole Gala pie ( the one with the egg in the middle ) from Woolies. I think it cost £7, a fortune in the early sixties! We played silly games, consequences was much favoured by us children, lots of giggling over references to the petty, musical hats ( my nan had millions ) which degenerated into a free for all and some games which I have never heard of any where else - ring on a string, another involving something hidden in a pile of flour, I can't remember what, and my favourite, brother I've been bobbed. This involved whacking someone who had been blindfolded over the head with a rolled up newspaper, who then said brother I've been bobbed. To this we all said who bobbest thou brother? The person then had to guess. Ridiculous, but lots of fun!
  6. I met my husband in the Twisted Wheel 49 years ago! Long John Baldry was frequently there, often with Rod the Mod (Stewart). That was the original Wheel on Brazenose Street, off Albert Square, not the inferior one on Whitworth Street. I graduated from the Plaza, remember many of those groups fondly, then started going to Hope Hall under the Everyman and on to the Wheel, all unknown to my mum who thought I was at my friends!
  7. You're right, Mum wasn't very good with time scales- after all when we got married she said it wouldn't last, and now our Golden Wedding is looming on the horizon. I hope people continue to listen to and enjoy all kinds of music, not just that of their particular era.
  8. I've enjoyed reading all these posts, that church was a big part of my family's life and I've learned a lot of things I didn't know. My Nan went there all her long life, till she got too frail, I was christened and confirmed there, and we always took part in the walking days even though till I was 12 we didn't live in St Helens. I drive past it regularly, but didn't know what was going to happen to it. Thanks.
  9. We got married in St Aidan's in Billinge and had the do in my mum's front room, thirty odd people (in both senses) There weren't enough chairs even with the emergency ones so my Dad and the neighbours carted the benches from Peggy's chippy -on the corner of Main Street and Garswood Road - round to our house for everyone to sit on. Still together 47 years later.
  10. Thanks, I don't remember it being so creepy looking, but that's probably just age.
  11. As young teenagers we met every Saturday at the Hot Air (Helena House) and, gondola baskets over arms, proceeded to Rotherys to while away the afternoons listening for free. We were rudely interrupted one day by Frank Ifield who turfed us out of our booth to have some publicity photos taken. We were not impressed, as poor old Frank was not in any way cool. Rotherys was the cause of many an argument between my parents and myself, who held no truck with pop music. As my mum remarked, no one will be listening to them Beatles in twenty years time, not like Perry Como!
  12. There was indeed a small school, on the street imaginatively called School Street. My mother and her siblings lived in the street and attended the school, before going on to the school at Holy Trinity Parr Mount, to which this school was allied, or, as in my mother's case, Cowley, as she passed the scholarship. She was one of only three girls in her class who did not pay to go there. I myself remember visiting my Great Grandmother who still lived in the street when I was a child in the Fifties. I also attended the Sunday School there whenever we came to visit, my parents having moved away on their marriage after the War. I have an abiding memory of the contraption used to collect the pennies we gave there- it was in the form of a black child and you put your penny in the hand, which then moved to deposit it, I am not sure where. It was always the highlight of the session for me!
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