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are my Diary’s of my recollections of my ordinary life, but I like to think
they may be
of benefit to my Children and
My parents were married on 26/12/46. I was born 3rd day of July
1947. In a small terraced house in
Craven St. In the district of Hulme,
Manchester, Lancashire. My parents were
married just after the 2nd world war.
mother is called Harriet, maiden name Igo, and came from a large family of 6
girls and 3 boys. Here is a picture of
me has a baby with my mother.
My father is called Tom Hillier he had no
background because his stepparents John and Sarah fostered him.
only remember certain things which will not be in order:
remember waking my parents up one Christmas morning, with a drum. I recall the music at night, coming from the
The big event
of my life then was the coronation of Elizabeth to Queen. We had all the streets decked with bunting,
and crowns painted on the walls. I
remember going with lots of people to watch the coronation on a Television,
which was in a shop. This was a
historic moment for us, because television had only just been invented.
I recall my first brother Brian,
sitting on the steps of our house with me, we both had a coronation mug and
Brian broke his.
I think in the early days, we had
my mother’s mother living with us. I do
not remember her, but my father told me that just after she died, my parents
heard a knock on the door, when my father answered it there was no one there,
but a figure in the distance.
nights were big occasions, everybody went to the local fire. The fun for the bigger lads like me, was
pinching other lad’s bongy (bonfire) wood.
I can remember the name of my first
school; it was St Wilfred’s catholic junior.
My memories of junior school are
My recollections are;
I recall we
sat on long wooden benches for our dinner.
One day the bench was lifted up and came down with one of the
legs on my big
toe. I was not treated for it, and it is still swollen today.
2. We were once
playing some silly game where we were crawling about on our hands and knees and
my hand on a wasp and it stung me.
3. Having to go to sleep in little canvas beds.
4. In my last year another school coming to our
school at playtime and causing a snow fight
The kids used
to love the special days when the men went on their days out. We would all go to the pub they
from and wait for them to throw us coppers.
(Half pennies and pennies)
recall going on a trip to the seaside.
We played I. spy and I had my parents guessing on the letter U, which I
said was all
in the Charra (coach) they had to give in, and were annoyed for me to give them
the answer of Umans.(Humans). .
My dad once
took me on his bike, I sat on the crossbar he kept saying keep your feet away
from the front wheel, but I
my feet in the wheel and we came a cropper.
We I was not that bad but my dad came out the worse for ware.
In the year of
1955. We moved into a downstairs flat,
in Brooklands estate, Wythenshaw.
were concept of re-housing people from slum and old areas to large open country
areas far away from the city and friends.
This was to change the old traditional communities and society
completely. The flats were on Warmley Rd and called Elizabeth Yarwood house. I grew up here till I was a teenager.
They were good
times. I went to St Aiden’s catholic
junior school. We used to walk it there
and back, about 3 miles eac
way. Buses were a luxury.
The first and best friend I had was a lad of my age his name was Hughie
Delarghey. He only had a Father who was
a retired teacher. He had lost his
Mother, and had a sister Mary, who was the oldest and another younger
sister. We were both brought up strict
Catholics. Another School pal was Eddie Madden who I lost touch with after I
left St Columba’s. At school they
indoctrinated us with the catholic faith, every morning at school we had to
learn the catechism. Hughie more strict
than me, he be came a alter boy, and he taught me Latin of mass, and the lords
prayer which I knew then off by heart. We were good mates and all the stuff lads did. The funniest thing I remember was: One night
we slept out in a tent, and my mother gave me a key so I could come in the
house if things went wrong. In the
early hours I woke up with something cold and moving about in my sock, which I
took off and through out of the tent, in the morning I picked up my sock and
found the problem inside my sock was the key my mother gave me. Hughie’s father died, so he had to move to a
uncles a long way away.
NOTE. I regret fully, never saw Hughie
again. Many years later about 1990 I
how to get in
touch with him, but did not. Just after
this my mother told me he had died and he lived just near me in Droylsden. He had become a teacher. I now work with Eddie Madden.
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