Reminiscences
Hi Brian,
I grew up in Woolton in the 70s and moved away in the early 90s. I attended St Mary's. I too remember Mrs Gaineys shop on Quarry Street where you could buy a glass of cream soda for a penny on the way to school, I also remember a great bonfire on waste land behind Arthur Dooleys in Rodick St, now The Village Inn. I remember the wasteland from Quarry St to Pit Place (Bear Brands) where as a young lad we would go and collect butterflies and grass hoppers, we would also go to Allerton Towers and collect Sand Wasps, we would play football on top of the hill during the summer holidays then go across Menlove Avenue to the garage at the end of Vale Road and replenish our pop bottles with water from the pump there (much to the garage owner's dismay).
On other occasions we would go to the golf course adjacent and search for lost golf balls in order to sell them to those playing golf, with our gains we would amass at the shop next to the Derby Arms to buy more pop.
We would always look forward to the Woolton Show and the Village Fete where me and my pals had the honour of shaking the hand of the great BOB PAISLEY,who officially opened the fete,
I can remember a pram race where the locals took part, some in fancy dress,my brother who took part was dressed as a baby (wearing a terry towel nappy).
Do you remember Mr Woodwards shop, Reeces cafe, Clooks, Conroys Sports, Mikes barbers, Roughleys shop, Gambles butchers, The hut in Quarry St playground, the sirens going off from the Quarry.
Woolton was a special place and always will be, to me anyway.
M. Durham
My family after moving over from Ireland in the 19th century, settled in Pitt street, later having a house on Castle Street. During the May blitz of 1941 they were taking shelter in an Anderson shelter in he back garden of their house, early in the morning, waiting for the "all clear". Grandfather was just about to go into the house to put the kettle on, when their dog started to scratch at the shelter door to come in (something he had never done before). Grandmother told him to stay where he was and shortly afterwards the house was hit by a bomb. Fortunately, all survived, including the dog (although my father had hearing problems for the rest of his life). If you walk up Castle Street, after 50 yards you will still see a gap on the left where their house was.
One of my uncles is still around and remembers Woolton well before the war.
I grew up by Penny Lane, went to Dovedale Road and then Morrison Boys the year it went comprehensive with Quarry Bank and Calder High. Now back in Woolton.
Regards, George Mcguire.
Dear Brian, I was just having a look at your website reading things about Woolton. By chance I have seen comments made by Jan and there are some things I want to share with you because my e-mail to Jan has been returned. I myself remember Mrs Gainey and her sweets, I remember the fire at the rubber yard in The Quarry and I must say that the family who lived there wasn't Italian. At that time the foreman was Miguel from Spain, my father, and we lived in the Quarry (Rubber Exports Company). I attended St. Mary?s School. I was born in Woolton in 1957 and we left Liverpool in 1967.
Yours sincerely, Miguel Angel Fernández, Alicante (Spain). My office e-mail es fernandez_mig@gva.es
Came across your site by accident when trying to find photos of my old school (St. Peter's C of E infant and junior school). I remember Mr. McCoskery the Headmaster, Miss Moore (very strict, she made us eat everything up at lunchtime) and a lovely teacher in the Infant School called Mrs. Stokes.
I note one of your correspondents said he used to play in the stables of the Black Horse pub at the corner of Quarry Street/Rodick Street. I did too. The landlord's kids were an older boy, then Ann (very blonde), then Jane (very dark) and a younger sister. They moved out of the area and next turned up when they found some buried ancient treasure near their new home and appeared in the newspapers.
I remember Mrs. Gainey, a lovely woman, who had a sweet shop in Quarry Street and had lots of bottles of fizzy drinks and lots of beautiful coloured glasses of every size. It was possible to go in and have just a glass of any fizzy drink we wanted for a small payment - depending on the size of the glass we chose.
I remember Ridings in the village which sold bikes and prams - the two kids, a girl and boy, went to St. Peter's (it's now a chinese restaurant), the sweet shop opposite - now also a restaurant (I think the young lad who also went to our school was Stephen), Lewis's the newsagents (the young lad there also went to St. Peter's) and "woody woods" the sweet shop where we bought our chocolate logs and sherbet dips (the sherbet was so sour it made us wince - unlike the coloured sugar they use now).
I remember another pupil Elaine lived in the Coach and Horses in the village, Tricia lived in The Cobden.
We had lots of kids from Strawberry fields, some of whom stayed a long time (the Hammond family) and some who didn't. I remember one was Beryl Clatworthy (not a name easily forgotten!) and Rachel and Elaine Sullivan.
I remember Cilla Black getting married in St. Mary's Church and we clung to the railings of St. Peter's trying to get a look at her in her car. I remember going carol singing to her mum's house in Reservoir Road.
We walked to the swimming baths in Woolton, and had our lunch in the hall next door (now a care home I believe) walking to it every day in all weather. Mr. McCoskery, whose son Malcolm went to St. Peter's and then St. Francis Xavier, also used to take us to Woolton Woods with our "Nature Books" to record the changes in the season and to visit the Cuckoo Clock in the walled garden.
I remember the slaughterhouse where Sainsburys is now and the farmland behind what is now The Woolton Cheese Shop. All built on sadly.
The Vicar of St. Peter's was Dick Williams who drew lots of cartoons and didn't teach us that much RE. He was a lovely man. He wrote "The Bible in Scouse."
The quarry was still blasting but we used to go in and make rafts and sail on the water filled crater (and few of us could swim). We also used to play around the Mill Stile. The tyre yard it overlooked caught fire a few times which caused us kids great excitement. An Italian family lived there. Next door was Radcliffe and their son Norbury went to St. peter's (and his mum hated us calling him 'Norb'). The very nice black and white house by the Mill Stile was then a butcher's shop and he used to give us free bones for our dog.
Brayfords in Vale Road ran what was probably the first "mini market" in Woolton. It started as a shop and then expanded.
I remember the Bear Brand tights factory at the corner of Rodick Street and the old quarryman's cottages opposite. I remember being horrified when the land next to them was built on as we had a den there.
I remember the gunpowder factory in Rose Street.
The water fountain at the bottom of Church Road still worked, although it was very creaky. The "duck pond" which had been at the bottom of Church Road was a car park even then but I remember some of the mums from the school talking about how beautiful the pond was. The little building next to it (now an estate agents) were the public lavatories.
Such a village atmosphere then, with Tony the postman, everyone knowing everyone else, and most of the kids meeting up at The Woolton Cinema for the Saturday matinee.
Great days!
Jan
jan@bentleysolicitors.co.uk
Nice memories of Woolton
I remember the fire at the Quarry.
I also remember being a member of the Scout Amateur Radio Club in the mid 60s that met at the Scout hut by the church at the top of the quarry.
We would pillage old TVs for parts and can remember dropping the old TV CRT tubes (Screens) into the quarry, we thought the bang as they landed was great, but I don't think the old watchman thought so!!
On other occasions we put a radio station on at the scout hut for jamboree on the air (JOTA). We got permission to attach one end of the antenna to the top of the flagpole on the church tower. This was amazing, and we contacted radio hams all around the world.
In the middle of the night, there was a thunderstorm, so we decided to connect the antenna to earth for safety, there was an almighty crack as the static discharged to earth!!
People involved in the radio club were Ivor Reece (G3VKZ), my Dad, Tony Tabberer (G3WRY), Bert Donn (G3XSN), Laurence Gould (G3XGL) and myself Peter Tabberer (G8JJP)
Many memories have been brought back - thanks
I attended Much Woolton Primary from 1960 to 1967 and remember calling into Clook's shop on the way home where they would sell you a bag of stale cakes for about sixpence. Great when you were very hungry after a hard day in Mr Baker's class at school!
Have you heard of The Eclipse Manufacturing Company which had a factory in the village situated behind the shops on Woolton Street? As far as I can recall they made women's pinafore dresses and aprons. The attached photos were taken in the early 1950s I think.
Regards
Peter Robinson
A follow-up from the above :
Hi Brian, do you have any picture of the workers or the factory Eclipse? I now have this building - Fitness For All Gym. I would really appreciate it if you could help me with this.