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My Heritage by Ruth Mcleod My wonderful city with its wonderful friendly people No place like it. Humour cheerfulness a good turn you get them all here. I grew up during the war in liverp[ool my mum wouldnt let us be evacuated if we got bombed we would all be together my Dad was in Burma so my mum had 3 small girls to raise and what a good job she did. She took us to see all the Docks on the overhead railway we saw all the big ships as they docked we often went to seaforth sands qand crosby beach Our playground where the bombed houses in our street and the street was great all the mums woukld be on their doorsteps having a brew and keeping an eye on us we would play top[b and whip hopscotch run sheep run 2 balls against a wall run messages for neighbours and scrub the steps for a penny on saturday morning so we could go to the pictures and watch flash gordon what a time in the 50s I was a teenager i worked in Littlewoods Pool Edge Lane I earned good money there which nearly all went on clothes after I paid my mam keep. the next big event was the Queens Coronation Our street like many others made flowers for months to decorate the street for the BIG Party it was at this Party I started to go out with my husband as he had just come home from the ARMY We got married 10 months later in our street we where surrounded by family my husbands mum and dad his grandmother lived up the street an aunt and uncle lived next door another aunt and uncle lived opposite my mum and dad lived there also my grandmother lived next door to us my aunt and uncle also lived next door so you couldnt do anything wrong even if you wanted to you where constantly under surveilence I remember the fifties with pride we had good manners happy to be alive full of fun good neighbours good families Good City. Enter your story Back to main stories page |
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