Earliest Ever Memories - The Nursery Years

For me at a young age, life may not seem all that exciting, but then I did grow up in this old Northern mill town in the 70's and early 80's. So, from birth to ten years old, everything I understood about the world and my environment was all about this microcosm that was my understanding of the world at that time.

I was born on a housing estate called 'The Summit' in a small Lancashire town called Heywood and from my earliest memories of attending Millbank Nursery, my life revolved around my home, the people that came to visit and visiting other people's houses. I vaguely remember going to my Auntie Thelma and Uncle Bob's House, who I thought were amazingly kind people and Bob allowed me to play with his Sooty and Sweep Puppets. (Thelma was my Nana's cousin. I don't know what happened to her and one day, I think I need to try and find out).

Then there was visiting my Uncle Terrence and Auntie Pat, who always seemed to have a house full of people, or we simply went round when they were having a party. (Terrence was my Nana's Nephew and they had four children, Diane (second born) was my mum and Dad's Bridesmaid and I was hers when she married (see Party Blog!) I loved going to Pat and Terrence's too as they seemed extraordinarily kind as well. In fact, up until they both passed, they never changed.
My Nana and Granddad were super cool and if we slept over on the Saturday night they would take my brother, David and I to to a country pub called Owd Betts on the moors because back in the 70's it was rare to allow children in pubs and if they were allowed, they were expected to be quiet and well behaved, usually made to sit in a corner or in the games rooms. Owd Betts had such a room with a game of skittles that kept us amused. So, whenever I stayed, I'd be like "Are we going to the pub?" Loved it. )Nana outside her bungalow).


My Great Granddad Ferguson was my Granddad's Step Father. My Granddad's real father, William, died after the first World War from Pneumonia. Sad really, he survived the entire war in the trenches only to die when he got home two years later. So my Great Grandmother Elizabeth Linley remarried, and he too fought the full WW1 in the trenches, which is why I have two Queen Mary/Alexander Christmas Gift Boxes! (Picture) I know he lived on a council estate in Bury with the address of a tree in the name. His house was always hot and stifling, like you couldn't breath. He still had a coal fire and smoked a pungent smelling tobacco in his pipe, which is probably why I can't stand the smell of pipe smoke to this day.

He too seemed a kindly man and always gave me some pennies from a blue glass bowl cupped in a silver leave holder he kept on his dresser. I don't really remember much about him, because he passed away when I was just four years old.

Afternoon naps were a serious bug bear for me and I hated going to bed in the afternoon, which my mother always insisted upon. One day I must have decided I didn't want to go to bed so I began to kick and scream in a rage. I remember being defiant and determined not to go to bed, but I couldn't say these things as I was too young to articulate my feelings in words. My mum handed me to my father and he took over my discipline from then on. Strangely though, the afternoon naps from then on ceased.
(Picture of Me, my brother and three cousins, always hung on my Granma's lounge wall.)

I think my mum wished for me to be a graceful Prima Ballerina because she insisted for years that I attended ballet lessons. I was clumsy and heavy footed and felt ridiculous most of the time, but my first memory of dancing classes was at the Heywood Civic Centre in one of the little side rooms. I remember the "point point change foot and point point" and then there was the tap dancing. ... I just remember feeling completely bemused by it all. I didn't last very long at that dance class and moved on to the Salvation Army hut where I enjoyed dancing much more because we danced to a proper routine about Thumberlina. We dressed up in pretty Victorian dresses and made peg dolls who were meant to be Thumberlina. There just seemed to be a logical point to the dance routine and we performed it in front of the parents. Plus my friend Debbie and I would dress up in our costumes when we got home and practice our little routine, which was fun. Just wish I'd had a picture of the dress. This is as close as I could find. (Never understood why my parents didn't take pictures of these events like parents seem to do these days).

I was a curious child and my brother had lots of toys and games I wanted to explore and play with. I was always a light sleeper and remember waking up much earlier than the rest of the household on most occasions. However, this didn't bother me, nor did I play the game of 'Bagpuss' and wake everyone up, sometimes this was the best time of the day, where I could creep in and our of bedrooms and nosy at things I probably shouldn't nosy at. On one particular morning I decided to snoop around my brothers bedroom whilst he slept. I found a game called "Dinky Doodles". There was a board with lots of holes in and a packet of multi-coloured pegs and I think the object of the game was to make pictures by sticking the pegs in the boards holes.

However, I thought I'd found a much better place to stick a dinky doodle and that was up my nose! Don't ask me why, even I cannot always rationalise my behaviour as a three year old. Now any sensible person would block the other nostril and blow hard to push the offending game piece out of the hooter, but instead I tried to forage the damn thing out with my finger and pushed it further up my nose! I do remember going into my mum and dads bedroom and waking up mum, (It was always mum, dad would grump and moan at me if I woke him) and simply said, "Mummy I have a Dinky Doodle up my nose." This episode of my early life has brought years of mocking, hilarity and entertainment from the rest of my family. If anyone's concerned, I had to go to A&E and have it picked out with tweezers...

I got a lollipop for my audacious effort in shoveling inanimate objects into a human orifice and no doubt was the laughing stock of Bury General Hospital!

I never really looked where I was going or who I was talking to for that matter and found myself walking into lampposts, post office pillar boxes and talking to strangers thinking they were my parents. One such occasion we were in a supermarket (Leos in Bury) and my dad was wearing a tweed jacket. I walked straight up to this arm with a brown tweed pattern, held the hand dangling from the sleeve and began walking along chattering to the arm without a care in the world until my mum and dad turned the corner of the aisle pushing their shopping trolley. I gasped and looked up in horror to see the very old, white haired man looking down at me and who smiled. (this seemed okay in the 70's!)

I screamed and ran to my dad. My parents did speak to the old man and what was said, I can't remember, I was just too traumatized. One thought came to me as I was writing this, as an adult, why didn't he say something straight away like, "Hello there, but I think you've got the wrong hand..." Or something of that ilk, instead of letting me wander about nattering to this complete stranger! Odd.

Before I began Nursery, my mum always used to put my clothes on the bed and then helped to dress me. One day I decided I was a big grown up girl who could dress herself. My mum was like, 'ok you dress yourself'. I decided a lovely little trouser suit/dungarees number. Please be warned, this was the 70's and flares on trouser legs had reached extreme proportions.

I stood at the top of the stairs and whilst trying to pull the straps up over my head began to walk down the stairs. As you can probably guess, I missed my footing completely and tumbled from top to bottom, hitting my head on the radiator for an extra good measure of pain. I think I screamed; - It's highly likely I did. But to this day, I can't stand banging my head or getting a headache.

And I'm so careful around any doors or window joints too. Yes, I trapped my fingers in a car door, bathroom door, and a window! If I see someone with their fingers to close to a hinge now, I tend to lurched towards them in slow motion shouting "Nooooo!!!" I can always tell when an adult has never experienced the searing pain of trapped fingers in doors!

Gran and Granddad would pop over whenever they felt like a visit and tap on the living room window to be let in. David and I would go mad jumping up and down in delight, in fact, I think I did this when most visitors came to our house, or when dad came home from work and David and I would fight over who sat on dads's knee and steered the car onto the drive. (I beleive frowned upon today!)

Gran used to come over once a month or so to get her hair permed. My mum was never a hairdresser, but I guess back then people used to save money by doing it themselves and I loved the smell of the blue perming solution and I'd sit watching mum put thin rollers in Grans hair whist they gossiped about people in town...

Maybe that's where I got my fascination with hairdressers from and wanting to cut Patrick's hair whilst hiding behind the back of the sofa. (My mum was a registered childminder, so we regularly had kids around the house, especially during school holidays. Patrick was one such child my mum looked after during these holidays.) My mum found us and I can still see the shocked look on her face when she saw my handy work. I beleive he had clumps of hair missing with a zig zag fringe! Hahahaaaa! I also used to play hairdressers on my grandparents and parents if they came over for tea. Everyone would get their hairbrushed into a ridiculous style then a newspaper over their heads to dry their hair out... (newspaper being the hairdryer, of course!)

Going to Milbank Nursery was a great experience for me and constantly seemed to be in trouble for something. I remember telling a boy he was stupid because he couldn't count properly to 20 so he hit me over the head with a firetruck! Another girl was so obsessed with this wicker basket bag and wouldn't let anyone else play with it, so I hid it and I think I may have traumatised her for life... sorry! I popped my head around the head mistresses door and discovered a playmobil Hospital playset so decided if I was going to get in trouble then so could loads of other kids, so I went and told a bunch of them I'd found this new toy. I showed them and we all started playing with it. When the head came in and shouted at us, we had to sit cross legged on the office floor with our hands on our heads and our mothers were informed of our 'naughtiness' when they came to take us home. Apparently, the toy for next years new entrants once we had gone up to infant school.. And!

I still ask that question now... Why couldn't we road test the toy and see if it was suitable for the new kids coming to nursery? My friend Claire, who was so lovely and kind, asked me to stay for tea at her house and I was amazed that she lived on the same street as me. How tiny our worlds are at 3 years old! Anyway, I was really excited because she had her own Playmobil hospital and so we played with that one all afternoon. Another boy was always getting into trouble... He was naughtier than me. One day he was carrying lots of boxes (cereal and food boxes) and he asked if I'd help him pick up the ones he kept dropping, so I said yes. Ten the 'tail tit; of our class (and you know there always was one) came round the corner, saw the two naughty kids carrying boxes and shot her arm in the air and accussaed us of stealing and she was "going to tell Miss" Stomping off with her finger pointing high in the air.

Now, I must have had a ticking off from my dad about my behaviour because I suddenly felt very afraid, dropped the boxes and ran off crying, then hid in a corner sobbing my heart out and claiming I wanted to go home because I missed my mum! (Aww!). Talking of being wrongly accused of something,  I was also accused of weeing in next doors garage and the kids who tattled on me, ganged up on me because I was the youngest, but I know to this day I didn't do it. I'm convinced it was the girl (stood in Pic) who lived there, because my mother told me she didn't like me and thought she was jealous of me, because I was just too cute for my own good. Mum caught her slapping me about one time. (Thankfully I must have been too young to remember that incident), but it does make me wonder if she lied to her parents on purpose to make me look bad! Hmmm!

Barry and Ness were close friends of my mum and dad and they would come round for the typical 70's dinner party and I was allowed to stay up long enough for them to arrive and see what amazing clothes she was wearing, (I thought she was so pretty). We sometimes went to visit them, which I loved because as I've said before, as a kid, I used to love nosying around other peoples houses. Barry had just started his own upholstery business and was living above his shop, so I had to climb this steep set of stairs to the flat above and remember finding this cute little child size Chesterfield chair to sit in when I reached the top. Naturally this became known as my chair and when they moved to their new bungalow I was deeply disappointed that my chair didn't make the move with them.

Dad's (opposite) mate Pete and Linda from work who lived in Sale had this gorgeous Pre-war semi, which to me seemed the size of a mansion. His daughter Debbie had this shopping trolly and till and plastic fruit etc, so we played shops for hours. Naturally, I wanted these toys when I came home, but alas, I got the till and had to pretend with everything else. Except, I do remember mum buying those tubes of jelly tots and playing shop with me, asking me to bag the sweets up and charge for them.

Here is Tufty (the silver fox rabbit), he could be Tufty 2, 3 or 4 as we had a lot of Tufty's. My dad knew a rabbit breeder who thought he was giving us a duff rabbit, then would change his mind and ask for it back and try to palm off another duff Silver Fox onto us so he could show and breed the last rabbit he'd given us! 

The Lab is Bonnie, which was my first dog. I was only four when we got her from a pub my dad had worked on. Another freebie! My dad worked for Bass Brewery as a property maintenance guy and this puppy (they originally called Muppet) was wreckning the landlords home and all their stock, so dad took her off their hands. I remember going to get her from the pub (another thing I loved doing, going in pubs, because as I said before kids weren't usually allowed to go in there). She came bounding out, the clumsiest dog ever, knocked over every glass and bottle in the place then puked and pooed all over my mum on the car ride home! Hahhaaaa! Happy days!

St Margarets - Fond Memories of School, Church and Community.

St Margaret's was my first Primary School and apart from a few ups and downs, the odd hiccup and naughty behaviour, I really enjoyed my time at this school. This photo is of my class in Class 5 with Mr Gardiner. I'm not on the photo though because I was in hospital with salmonella at the time. I hated being in the isolation ward and almost lost my favourite teddy bear, Fred the Ted to the hospital furnace. Back then everything got burnt, even cute teddies! My mum sneaked him out one night when no-one was looking. LOL! So, these were my classmates age 8/9. I know it's not very clear, but I know who they are and it's clear enough for me to remember what they looked like.

Mr Gardiner was lovely and I was fortunate to have him teach me for both Class 5 and 6. When I left St Margaret's he granted me three wishes. I chose no hymn practice, extra points for the blue team (my team colour, so we won that week!) and to be teacher for the afternoon. And he actually agreed to it. I sat at his desk and ran the drama lesson whilst he sat in my tiny chair. I was even cheeky enough to ask for a cup of tea at playtime! Lovely memories and one of the boys in my class (not mentioning his name) gave me a kiss goodbye because I would never see him again.

Although, who would have thought back then I would manage to find so many of these lovely friends, who I share some of my most precious childhood memories on Facebook! Good Old Facebook! The picture here is of my cousin's class 2 years below me, but I've put it on because of the teacher. Mrs Howarth was a fierce woman, but she was fair and encouraging when it was deserved. She praised me when I discovered I had a talent for art and produced a Plasticine Triceratops dinosaur, which some other kid squashed for whatever reason! I discovered Egypt and Hieroglyphs with Mrs Howarth, which is still a passion of mine today.

And I can still remember story time and the song of the prince who had secretly got horses ears, he was so ashamed of his secret, he whispered it to the reeds by the river. One day, a musician came along and picked the reeds and made a flute with them. He went to the Prince's court and played the flute for all to hear and all that came out of the flute was "March has horses ears!" Hahahahaaaa. Love that, still sing it now! I also had the great honour of impersonating Mrs Howarth at the famous Mr Purcell's Christmas play, which every child couldn't wait to be in his class because he always put on a blinding play that involved poking fun of the teachers through impersonating them! She came up to me afterwards, gave me a big hug and said, "I've seen many children impersonate over the years, but never one so good as you." Naturally I was very chuffed.

So the picture opposite and above may look strange for a school, but St Margaret's was a Church of England School, so we were heavily involved with extra curricular activities outside of school time revolving around the church next door. When I look back, I realised that up to the age of 10, my life had been quite sheltered. Everything revolved around my family, the street I grew up on, the school I went to, the church and swimming and dancing lessons. Anyhoo, I don't know whether this was just a Northern Mill town thing, but all the churches had their annual Whit walks.

The Rose Queen and her attendants, Brownies, Guides, Cubs, Scouts, Brass Bands and Morris dancers used to walk around the streets of Heywood with their flags and banners, parading in their best clothes... (not sure why, now I question it as an adult, but as a kid I loved it!) Even more so when I got picked to carry my Brownie pack flag and walk at the front of the Pack! Great stuff.

I decided one day that I wanted a long, pretty dress to wear, like the Rose Queens attendants, so I asked my mum how I became one. She said I had to go to Sunday School to even be considered. So, off I went to St Margaret's Sunday School, never missing a single Sunday, unless I was at Brownie Church parade, which was excused, as I was a St Margaret's Brownie and Pupil. The day came when they announced the new Rose Queen and her attendants. I sat there in the school hall, excited to hear my name be called out because I was so sure I would be. You can imagine my dismay and disappointment when my name wasn't called.

When it was all over I looked at my friend, who had been chosen for the umpteenth time to be an attendent, she was like "Oh god, not again! I've got to wear yet another frumpy, ugly dress, humph." I was quite angry because I would've given my right arm to be in her shoes at that moment.

I went home that Sunday - sad, despondent, almost in tears. I told my mum about my friend, who didn't even like being a Rose Queen attendant. My mum's reply was, "Ah well, you see, Kerry's parents are heavily involved with the church and school. All the parents who have a vote pick their own children first." Thanks mum, you could have warned me of your own churchy, elitist cynicism before I spent a year working my ass off to try to reach for something that was totally achievable. And yes, I did try and persuade my mum to join the church committee! Naturally she said no because she wasn't an elitist. Needless to say, I gave up on Sunday School after that.

Once a week, instead of assembly in the morning we had to attend a church service next door. I enjoyed it because it was different surroundings and we could sit on chairs like the grown ups, a pleasant change from sitting cross legged on a dusty, wooden floor. I loved the smell of the candles and all the pomp and ceremony that went with the hymns and communion. We held our harvest festivals here and I even made it into the local rag one year. I actually remember being chosen by the Heywood Advertiser photographer to sit among all the tins of food and baskets!

We held our nativity plays here as well and although I would put my hand up to volunteer for the part of Mary every year, then the Arch Angel Gabrielle and then the little fairies, (I know there isn't fairies, but they had to give 30 kids something to do!) I always got chosen to be a sheep, cow, donkey and one year... a robin! Major insult! Anyhoo, I still loved the plays even if my speaking line was a "cheep cheep" or a "baaaaaah"! I went to Brownies at St Maggies too, but I have a separate post all about my love for Brownies and Guides, but it was in this hall. As like most Primary Schools it was the hub of school life.

Assemblies, Dinner time; and this was when we couldn't take pack lunches to school.You either ate what the dinnerladies force fed you, (which usually involved semolina or Ox offal) or you went home for dinner. As I got older, I was allowed home for lunch, but in my younger years, I had to endure the milky coffee with the skin on top and instant packet mash served with an ice cream scoop. I have other great memories of my time here:- learning to read my first words, whilst sitting in the cute little Wendy House in Class 1 and copying my friend, because I had no idea what the words said or what they meant... playing in the sand pit, painting with bubbles, milk breaks where we all got a little milk bottle and if it was really cold the milk would freeze and break the lid, but we still drank it, no health and safety back then!

Melanie Brown getting her leg stuck around an old lead pipe whilst playing hide and seek and firemen coming out to get her free, whilst she wailed like a banshee! Playing pirates in PE, basically all the green mats were put out as islands and the horse box, ropes and benches were boats and you had to run to safety before the pirates caught you in the water... (the floor) an elaborate game of tag with the Gym apparatus, but great fun! Getting up on stage at assembly for your birthday and blowing out the candle as the rest of the school sang happy birthday and counted the candles being lit. Heehee.

Learning about Native American Indians in the library, learning the Viola and watching the Space Shuttle take off at lunch time from those big telly's on wheels, which was rolled onto the stage whilst we ate. (I could go forever really, the memories are flooding back as I write.)

Singing my favourite song in assembly "Sing -a Loud" which I've only just found on the internet... Oh the joys of the information highway! Learning to play the recorder in Class 4 and pretending to be ill so I didn't have to go out at playtime so I could stay in with my friend, who really was ill. I got home that afternoon and mum's like "lift up jumper," I'm like, "Why?" Mum whilst inspecting my tummy, "Christine's mum's just called and said she has chicken pox. She mentioned you weren't well either." I'm like.... 'OMG!'I'm so busted' I had my fingers crossed as my mum began inspecting my whole body. Low and behold I had them too! Result! I was so happy I had a disease! So, if you have kids and they are suddenly ecstatically happy because they're ill, it's probably because they've been up to no good and been telling big, fat, porky pie lies to their teacher!

Bring and buy sales in the school hall where I'd always bring home some manky old toy that would mysteriously disappear the next day. I remember bringing home a furry womble with no eyes, It was a hideous thing, but I thought it was cute. I guess it was donated to the dustbin on bin day. Sports day at St Margaret's, I was always good at obstacle race, but as I'm not very athletically built, the egg and spoon race, three legged race, sack race, the sprint, I was always really rubbish at and to be fair, I didn't like sports day all that much, except that it got me out of the classroom for an afternoon. As it is very warm and sunny as I write, it reminds me of those special classes, where we were allowed to sit outside in the sunshine and do our drawings or activities. 

Finally, my adoration for stories told in many formats, including Mr Purcell in Class 6 playing Jeff Waynes War of The Worlds on his record player. I was so excited when it was first releasedon CD and I still listen to it regularly now. I loved it and went away with two friends to the storage cupboard and a taperecorder and wrote and produced our very own ghost story (complete with sound effects) for the class to listen to. I guess that's when I noticed my passion for writing creepy stories. I particular enjoyed the Television programmes we were allowed to watch as part of our learning. The huge TV used to live on the stage or in the staff room, so I always felt it a special treat to get out of the classroom and enjoy learning in a different environment. But more of TV programmes in a later blog.

Great Kiddies Parties

I love a good party and I think it's because I had some wonderful party experiences as a child. Birthdays, obviously were an exciting time in our house. Oddly I don't remember any specific party, of say mine or my brothers birthday they do tend to merge into one mushy birthday party memory, except this one for some reason. This was my sixth birthday and I wonder if I remember it clearly because of the fuss that was made getting me in the Heywood Advertiser, complete with picture, I still have the cutting and the original photograph taken by the newspaper photographer. Also this dress I'm wearing, my mum made me, and I adored it. I always wanted a long party dress (because that was the fashion in the 70's) and I finally got one. Even after birthday and Christmas was over, I would play dress up and wear it around the house! I probably wore it for all other friends birthdays as well, until it got too small. My brother didn't look too happy at having to dress up in those hideous checked flares, or maybe he just hated standing next to his annoying little sister... Who knows?

For one year only I remember we had a Christmas party at school. I have no idea why they didn't do it again, but all the kids had to design and colour in their paper place mats with a Christmas theme then all the classes met in the hall had beef or chicken paste sandwiches (a kids party staple) Mr Kiplings fondant fancies and crisps and all the other yummy finger food that isn't good for you! Then we went back to our classrooms, moved all the tables back and played party games for the afternoon. It was FABULOUS! I also used to love end of term, bring a toy to school day. I used to love seeing what other toys my class mates had, and invariably I would get toy envy and play with theirs instead of my own. But I digress. I guess St Margarets didn't do another party like that, because it was so hard to organise or they just couldn't cope with so many overexcited kids flying high on lots of e-additives to be bothered doing again.

My next door neighbour, Angela was a year above me at school, but that didn't matter. I considered Angela my best friend at home. She went to the local catholic Primary School and at Christmas there the teachers and nuns put on a proper school disco for the juniors. I don't know why I was allowed to go because it was really just for St Pauls church and the school kids who went there, but I loved it. They had a proper DJ and flashing lights, a disco ball and everything. And curiously for me, it was overseen and chaperoned by the churches/school's nuns. Apparently the nuns taught at the school too. Iwas fascinated by this because it was a different world and decided I wanted to know more about catholism and why my church and school was so different to Angela's. I even know what music they played... The Hucklebuck and One Step Further, our 1982 Eurovision entry! I'm sat next to Angela in this photo. I think it's the only one I have of her.

Obviously, I was invited to other kids parties from Nursery and then Primary school, but these are the memorable ones because; Christine played pin the tale on the donkey at her parties and I wasn't allowed to because my mum said it was too dangerous! Kate's because I was a bit bemused by it all at first. I had no idea who she was or why I was there... I know, bonkers eh? But she turned into one of my best friends at school. Rachel's because her first house (picture below) we had a party in, I discovered she had her very own wooden wendy house in the back garden with a proper kitchen and table and chairs and which I thought was fantastic. The other house she ater moved to was enormous! And I mean HUGE. It was a big old Victorian Lodge or of that ilk and I loved going there to play and get lost in all the huge rooms; Audra's because we played Twister and I'd never played it before, I thought it was great fun and made a change to musical bumps, musical chairs, musical statues and my personal favourite pass the parcel (To music); Nichola's, because she was my cousin and I always went to her birthdays; Simon's because his mum decided she needed peace and quiet, so we had to lie on the floor and play dead... I won because I fell asleep!;




Amanda's beacause she got a trumpet for her fifth birthday. She couldn't play a single note properly but still insisted on trying to blow along out of tune to Summer Lovin' the Grease Musical because she got the Soundtrack LP as a gift too; Sarah's, I don't know why, maybe because I never really hung around with her at school and was surprised when a got an invite. (Not like today's parties where every single child from the kids class has to be invited in case someone is offended, god forbid.); and finally Glen's because I made friends with a girl called Catherine, who weirdly, I met again at 12 years old when I moved to a new High School and she remembered me! We would only have been 4 or 5 years old at Glen's party! Spooky coincidence.

My Cousin Diane was getting married in I think 1981 and you know now how much I loved dressing up in long dresses and wanted so much to be A Rose Queen attendant at church, simply because I would have the chance to wear a pretty long dress. Well, my dream came true, when Diane announced her wedding and asked me to be a Bridesmaid (Above) I was so over the moon and excited I couldn't sleep the night I was told or the night before the wedding. I remember my feet being really sore in these stupid pointed shoes I had to wear, but I wasn't going to let a few blisters stop me. I had little pink lace gloves (which i still have and my mum knitted me this gorgeous pink cardigan, (which you can probably just make out.) Anyway the wedding breakfast, I got to sit on top table and received a silver necklace with Alison on it, (which I also still have) and then I danced the night away with my Uncle Trevor, who I thought was very silly and great fun. His daughter on the other hand was on the cusp of becoming a teenager and so sulked and moaned through the whole day and evening because she had to wear a "Stupid dress".

My Mum, Granddad and Uncle all worked at one of the town's factories SEI (or Salford Electrical Industries) and every year the kids of all the workers were treated to a big Christmas party at Heywood Civic Hall. The usual paste sandwiches, crisps and cake were available and then party games on a huge scale. I remeber doing the okey cokey and felt quite frightened because the circle was huge and the older kids got a bit rough. It was the equivilant to a kiddy Mosh Pit! Anyhoo, every child got a Christmas present and a photo with Father Christmas (Not Santa!!!) When I was a kid it was Father Christmas. And we got some really good presents. I got a full dolly's china tea set one year, (ehich I still have, well the pieces I haven't broken!) and a pottery and art set another year. Once you reached a certain age you were invited to a trip out to the Pantomine instead. Can't remember what I saw, but I remember being on the coach with all of mum's friends and their kids.

Brownie Halloween Party was the best Halloween Party ever and I've been to few over the years. My mum made this dress and my dad made this super huge witches hat and he bought a proper broom from the garden centre, which got used plenty in the garden afterwards. I won first prize for the costume and won a box of Maltesers. We played bobbing for apples and had a pretend campfire in the middle of the hall. Haha!

Boxing Day every year my mum and her two sisters would take it in turns to hold a family party. Although I loved mum and dad's parties, there was something extra specially thrilling about going to someone else's house to explore and discover new things. I loved goinf to Auntie Doreens, because I liked to see their house all Christmassed up and play with my cousins new toys (see what she got of Father Christmas) And I loved going to Auntie Barbara's house because it seemed enormous compared to our and she had a highly polished wooden floor in the hallway that us kids used to try and skid and slide on in our socks. She also had a piano, so chopsticks was played very often on her Boxing Day parties. She also had a musical horses carousel ornament, which I was fascinated with and used to ask my Uncle Steve to get down off the self so I could play with it. Very Cool.

In 1981 Diana and Charles got married and like most people we watched the ceremony on TV and then had a Wedding Street Party afterwards. As you can see from the pictures there were a lot of kids on our street. There was and almost none street party that morning. Just one family on the street didn't wish to participate in the celebrations and so out of spite went out for the day and parked their car in the middle of the street! All the kids watched in excitement as about 8 dads (including mine) "bumped" the Mr and Mrs Misery's car to the end of the street! Hilarious! You Can just see the red cortina at the top of the street!

Weirdly, I have racked my brains and realised I never knew or met the majority of the children in these photos until that day. There was pretty much three friends I regularly played out with in the photo below and four or five families that I knew throughout my chidhood, but that was it really. We did live around the corner in the little cul-de-sac so maybe we were a bit cut off from the main residents in the street. We had the usually party food, played games had egg and spoon race, three legged and sack races, a mini disco then the grown ups took over! I remember lying in bed hearing all the shrieking and cackling of inebriated parents out partying! And yes, the kids were left at home alone!

Finally, my first street party was in 1977, The Queens Silver Jubilee and as my mum was part of the registered child minders circle on the estate we were invited to the party on Welland Avenue (the posh end of the estate) by Fran, the kindest lady you could ever meet, who ran the registered child minders group and organised the street party. Everytime I hear the song Simple Simon Says, it takes me straight back there as we played this game and it must have been the first time I ever payed because I thought it was great fun at the time. My mum had bought me a special red, white and blue dress for the occassion, which I loved and wore at every occassion after. I even insisted on wearing it for my first school photo! So that's the extent of my childhood party memories, I'm sure there were more, but I can't remember. Still, lots of lovely memories to go off, and whilst writing this, I get and excited feeling inside that makes me want to go to a party right now! LOL xxx

Days out and School Trips

My dad had many work colleagues scattered about the Manchester area and he would solialise with some of them as well as work with them. One such person was my dad's friend, Arthur who had a business in our home town of Heywood and my dad would take me his offices some evenings to discuss business because mum worked in the evenings and so I went to a lot of builders places and pubs over my childhood, as my dad was a workaholic and used to go and check out building and refurb jobs at Bass Charrington pubs in the evenings. Anyway, Arthur was a kind man, I thought, and he invited my dad to come and visit them at his caravan one weekend. I was over the moon with this because I love caravans, I always have and I'm beginning to suspect I was a gypsy in a previous life. I've only recently found out that his caravan was in a field somewhere in Windermere.



There were other caravans here, but it was nothing like the Greenacres site we used to stay on during our summer holiday. From what I remember, the caravan looked from the outside like the one we stayed in at Greenacres, but it was much smaller and more like a touring van inside. You walked into the kitchen, to the right was a small toilet/shower room and to the left was the living/dining and bedroom all rolled into one, which I thought was odd. His son and daughter had their own really old green touring caravan which we went to play in after we had had this gorgeous picnic. Just wish I knew where the field was. I can't ask anyone anymore.

School trips always seemed to have an animal theme to them (in Heywood anyway) We went to Chester Zoo, Knowsley Safari Park, which my mum came to and I became very popular in class, because friends would ask me to ask favours. Why I do not know, if mum said no to me, she was hardly going to say yes to the other kids on the coach, but no matter, I was popular for a day! I remember a bunch of girls screaming every time a baboon landed on the coach. I loved Zoos and I still love going to them today. As and adult I've also been to Colchester Zoo, Paignton and back to revisit Chester with my Neices. I remember going on a trip with Brownies to Blackpool Zoo and got all upset because I only got 50p spending money and everyone else got about £2!!

 Brown owl very kindly gave me a pound so I could waste her money on the new Cornetto ice creams and a tatty old straw fan. Yes, I cried because all my Brownie friends bought a straw fan because it was hot, and I couldn't afford one. I also remember then sitting on a noddy train as it took us around the zoo. The one other school trip from my early Primary School days was Martin Mere Wildfowl Sanctuary. I just remember lots of birds, but it was the whole excitement of getting out of the classroom for a whole day and eating a packed lunch like a picnic at dinner time. (Our school dinner allow packed lunches back then!)

Oddly though these are the only school trips at St Margaret's I remember. I know the first year in infants my mum refused to let me go. I never found out why, but I'm guessing it had something to do with she didn't trust anyone to look after a clumsy five year old all day and for me not to get into some kind of mischief. I just remember the next day in school, everyone was talking about the trip to wherever it was and having to paint pictures of what they saw and I had to just paint something else (I can't remember what), but I did feel angry that I'd missed out on something special! And it's also probably the reason why my mum insisted on coming to Knowsley Safari Park as a "Helper" because she could keep an eye on me.

The Victorian Museum in York is a glorious Museum and have been back there as an adult, it hasn't changed a bit, with it's mock Victorian streets, which you can go inside and see what they looked like and how they once lived. I guess it was the precursor too the Beamish Museum and other 'Living' museums as they call them today. I've always been fascinated with "The olden days" having loved reading Beatrix Potter and watching The Nanny with Wendy Craig as a child and Upstairs Downstairs and I still adore period dramas today. And I still enjoy going to Bygone Museums to this day, I thoroughly recommend The Bygone Museum in Torquay, which is an amazing collection and The Beamish Open Air Museum near Durham. Excellent days out.

Jorvik Viking Center was amazing day out for us as a family and I still remember the smells as we went back through the viking village in these little cars. I also remember seeing a hologram for the first time, which was of a helmet. Again I have revisited since as an adult and it is just how I remember it the first time, however, I didn't have to queue outside for hours on end like the first time, as it had only just opened back then and was big news for being so new and innovative as an interactive museum.
Tatton Park is a beautiful example of aristocracy in it's prime and I think was the first stately home I ever visited. We had a ride in a horse and carriage and I tried so hard to remember all the rooms and the layout of the building. I think I may have even fantasied or played rich Lady of the stately home of few times too.

 I still have my souvenir drawing book, which I drew lots of pictures of the house, carriage and horse and rooms in the home. I'm afraid I didn't have a camera of my own back then, but I have been back since and taken lots of lovely photos inside and out.
Heaton Park, Queens Park, and Springfield Park, day trips out these parks usually in school holidays were always exciting and long awaited for me. I have fond memories of feedings the ducks on the lakes, playing on the swings and slides and my favourite, Springfield Park had a miniature train, which I loved to ride on and a paddling pool/lido, which again was great enjoyment for me.

 As always I have revisited all these places as an adult and still enjoy the open air and walks, although I haven't been on any miniature steam trains recently.
Chatsworth, Oh my word, I loved this place when I first went and returning, I still find it awesome. The wealth the Duke of Devonshire must possess is astounding. There's marble and glittering chandeliers everywhere, gold ornaments and fine china at every glance. There is so much opulence here, you could go back again and again and still find something new to be bedazzled by.

I still have the original guide my dad bought when I was a child and I used to stare at the photos over over again, wondering why I hadn't had the good fortune to have been born into such a family. Obviously, I don't share that view anymore, the responsibility of the nobility is too much for me to be bothered with and I also realise that women of a yesteryear were nothing more than second class citizens, no matter how much you dressed them up in silks and fur! But great example of an English Stately home and an amazing history to boot.
Sandringham, another great stately home, still used by the Queen every Christmas. Because it was a residence of The Queen's, there weren't many rooms open to the public, which was a bit dissapointing, but I still loved the opulence and decidence of a royal residence.

 Southport was one of those places by the North West coast of England that I will never tire of. As a kid we went there countless times, just for a cheap day out. Dad would just suddenly announce, "fancy as day at the seaside?" And we'd scream "Yeah, Southport!" get our buckets and spades, throw our Labrador Bonnie into the back of the car with us and off we'd go. We'd park the car right by the beach because the tide never came in at Southport, we'd give Bonnie a good run, make some sandcastles then sit in the car with ham sandwiches and a flask of sweet milky coffee before heading off to the towns shopping area. I loved all the tacky gift shops, (as I still do today in whatever UK seaside resort I end up in) and I always bought a little matchbox doll or a novelty rubber for my erasure collection.

The town still very much looks like the old Victorian seaside town it has always been with the wrought iron fencing and gates around the enormous park, with its little steam train, and paddling pool and fishing pond/boating lake. I loved walking through the park to have a go on the trampolines (wish someone had thought of trampolines in the back garden when I was a kid, I'd never have got off the thing. I could have jumped and bounced around all day long.) Finally they had Southport Pleasure Land a very poor and dilapidated version of Blackpools Pleasure Beach, but I didn't care. A fair ground is a fairground when all said and done and loved going on the rides. And that was Southport. Great fun.

Besides going to see Blackpool illuminations every year and having a day out on the Pleasure Beach, one year we were treated to a special day out to Blackpool Circus. This was back in the day when you saw animals in the Circus, such as elephants, horses, lions, bears, the trapeze artists and of course the clowns. I remember this day so clearly, because at the finale, the whole circus ring became a huge fountain and the whole circle filled with water to lights and music. It was spectacular and I think Blackpool Circus still have the fountain as their end of show finale to this day. Must go back there sometime and see!
One other day out I remember is Uncle Dave taking us and his mates kids to a very posh hotel in Manchester called Herriots. I can't find any record of it now, but it had an amazing gym and spa underneath with a beautifully ornate Roman Bath style swimming pool. It was the first time I had ever been to a spa or health club and was probably about 10 or 11 at the time, but we all went up stairs in the bar to watch this precocious girl showcase her talents singing and dancing to Brother Louis Louis that was in the charts at the time. I was guessing she was he hotel owners daughter or something! These days kids aren't allowed in saunas, steam rooms or jacuzzi's for health and safety reasons,  we went in all of them and I loved it so much, it it still one of my favourite past times today.