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Latchford Lines     -    Mike Kenwright

In 1901 the Kenwright family were living in Oxford Street   Edward Kenwright was a station porter on the railway. By 1913 the family were living in Powell Street in Latchford.  By this time the electric trams were an important part of the public transport system in Warrington and Latchford and Edward’s occupation was now as a tram driver.  The front cover of the Latchford History Group’s Booklet about the trams has a picture of Edward at the controls of a tram at the Latchford terminus by the swing bridge.

Granddad the Gardener    -    Harold Throssell

Great Granddad was a gardener. There was not near enough space in the yard to satisfy his passion for growing things, so he needed the allotment in Victoria Park. He set off soon after breakfast. Slowly walking, slowly kneading tobacco. Along Westy Lane, over the lock gate to cross the ‘cut’ into Vicky Park, his second home.  His ten by twenty yards patch of earth for growing things, complete with tiny storage shed, one of similar plots in this corner of the park.

Allotments were a great blessing for people on low incomes at any time but especially during the uncertain period of the Great Depression followed by World War Two.  A particular boon for our extended family was we leased from the Borough Council  virtually every plot in this corner of Vicky Park, each with its little shed just big enough to store all the paraphernalia of gardening, plus a wonky chair and the odd bottle secreted way. It was a tribal meeting ground for Great Granddad.

Latchford Born & Bred    -    Alice Rose

I was born at the Victoria Park nursing home and lived on Knutsford Road in Latchford village until I was married.  The Village started at the Swing bridge over the canal and the first building was a small Savings Bank, then Shepherd’s house which had iron railings and a front gate opening on to the road,  The owner used to look like a ship’s captain in full uniform.  I don’t know his exact job on the Manchester Ship Canal.

The trams terminated here and a round shelter stood in the centre of the road.  The driver changed ends and they swung the connection over from one cable to the next and off they went back to town. The fare was only one penny in those days.

A shop on the left side was Southern and Lea’s plumbers, they used to sell loose putty wrapped in newspaper and panes of glass cut to the size you required. Next to them was a gent’s toilet set into the wall.


Bolton Council School    -    Irene Lucas

What a wonderful Christmas Present the ‘Good Morning Teachers’ book of Bolton Council School is.  I couldn’t put it down and couldn’t get anything done because I was looking from page to page to see who I knew from those days.  

I can remember my first day at school. I was crying and Miss Lowe, the most wonderful teacher ever, asked me if I knew anyone in the class.  I looked around at the little tables set out, with four little chairs at each one and I saw three boys sitting around one of them at the front and said ‘I know those boys over there’. They all lived in Nook Lane at the Thelwall Lane end where I lived.  Miss Lowe said, ‘Well you go over there and sit with them’ and that put an end to my tears.