Runcorn

Cemetary on Greenway Rd

Resting place of Mary Myers, wife of Arthur of Sandy Lane, Weston Point.
Contributed by Rosemary Probert

Runcorn Hill on a summer's day

Runcorn Hill was a wild place when I knew it back in the early 1960s. I remember even now the smell of the trees and the shade they brought on hot summer days. Yes, we had them back then, when spring came after winter and summer followed on, before autumn reminded us it was time to prepare for winter again. As a child I loved going "up the hill" to play, even on my own. We didn't worry about what might happen to us; we believed if anything did go wrong we could call on a nearby adult for help. Innocent days! The park wasn't far away, with its bandstand and tennis courts. Go the other way off the hill on ...read more here
Contributed by Rosemary Probert

Ferry Hut

The year is a guess, but I have fond memories of playing in the sand at Ferry Hut, waiting for my dad to go by on his tug boat, when the Manchester ship canal was in its heyday. He would wave to me my sister and mum. The tugs I remember was the Bison/Quarry/Panther, they were all stern tugs used to steer the big ships that went from Eastham to Salford docks and back again. I remember the big boys that would hold on to the Transporter as it carried cars across the canal, they would drop into the canal before the wall and swim back to the side and climb up to wait for the next go, I don't know ...read more here
Contributed by Clive Bisby

parish school sports day

when I was 9yrs old my 1st memories of top locks were very frightening. We had our sports days on the fields in picow farm road which are still there today, but with the parish school being in Church street we had to walk up ashridge street and along top locks and walk across the very narrow lock gates to the other side to reach the field .When you looked down off the gates it was a very very long way down especially when you are only 9 and the boys in my class wre very boistrous pushing and shoving and trying to be king of the castle so I used to hang back to the end ...read more here
Contributed by carol cooke

A little unmodernised terrace house

Ah! How I well remember sharing times in a little unmodernised terraced house that my friend rented in Highlands Road in the early 1970s. The house was a little 2 up / 2 down with an outside loo & a little back garden.  Many's the time we'd pop to the PO / shop on the corner.  

She, her son & I spent many a happy hour there ~ arrh! those were the days.  We're still in touch, even though I'm now in North Wales, she's in Spain & spends much of his time dashing round the world due to his commitments to his career as an internationally famous stunt performer.
Contributed by José Riley

Delivering our daily bread

The picture shown is of Russell Road which runs left to right centre of the picture. Every day except Sunday during the early 1960s I used to deliver bread all around Weston Point and remember well reversing my Co-op van up all the avenues off Russell Road. I may be wrong but the avenue in the lower right hand corner of the picture looks like Hazel Avenue. It was a job that I loved to do, getting up in the morning to go to the bakery in Mersey Road near the old Boathouse Inn. I think the bakery is a Kwik-Fit tyre depot nowadays. This brings back happy memories of those days when there were lots of bread vans from different ...read more here
Contributed by Brian Balfe

ICI Recreation Club and Grounds

When I look at this photo it brings back happy memories of when the club was a hive of activity of bowling greens, tennis courts, football pitches (middle of photo).
As a young girl growing up in Weston Point I always looked forward to the Annual Rose Fete Shows, that were laid on by ICI. Every Thursday evening we would attend the ICI Club and Mr Dunning and our next door neighbour Mrs Rees would take us through our routine around the room, until we were perfect for the day of the show, and Mrs Bellfield on the piano (I was carrying the train for the queen along with six other young girls). When the day finally arrived the field was ...read more here
Contributed by Linda Finnigan

Sandcastles

Here is the sand we called Ferry Hut. I don't know of any hut ever being there so how it got its name is a mystery to me, maybe someone will tell me some day, but sand castles and paddling and big ocean going ships I do remember, they was enormous with a tug on the bow and a tug on the stern, a fantastic sight, and waves to jump over, the sailors would wave and shout "Jagaraho" whatever that meant. Wwonderful days but the water was dirty and the water left an oily mark on the sand, but now it's clean with fish and swans on the canal. I hope one day more use will be made of the canal. ...read more here
Contributed by Clive Bisby

Watched from a distance

What a wonderful bridge it was going to be, a copy of Sydney Harbour bridge, it will take hours off the time going to Widnes, that's what they said, whoever they were. I sat on Halton Castle and watched through my Uncle Derrick's binoculars as they built it from both sides, it rose to meet in the middle, a great feet of engineering. I use it quite regular on my travels but it's overcrowded, in these days we could do with more bridges over the canal.
Contributed by Clive Bisby

building the bridge

I was sat in my classroom at the parish school in church street and I had just put away my plastic counters after a hard maths lesson ,I was only 5 ( and 1+1 was very hard)my teachers name was mrs oats she was lovely and as I sat gazing out of the window I noticed this huge construction being built in the distance ,I asked my dad when I got home that evening what it was , now , as we traveled on the transporter bridge every saturday to visit my grandparents in simms cross Widnes this was of great concern to me and dad explained as best he could to a 5yr old what it was and ...read more here
Contributed by carol cooke