| Leyland Station. |
| William R | Another "stranger than fiction" about the station at Leyland, during wartime. Leylands had a lot of workers who came in by train from Wigan way, and from Chorley onwards. They came and went through Leyland station which had four platforms, Chorley on No.4 and Wigan on No.2 - both left at the same time. The designation of the platforms was due to the junction at Packsaddle Bridge at Euxton, and trains being on the wrong line for the junction. At finishing time. crowds of travellers walked up Chapel Brow to the station and crossed the footbridge to their platform, Chorley on No.4 and Wigan on No.2. Train now due, when the porter comes along shouting "Wigan on platform four and Chorley on platform two" Two train loads of commuters have now to change platforms, a lot of people going in both directions, not too pleased. Once on the new platform, it was not unusual for the change to be called again, and everyone changed platforms. This was travel in the blackout, without station lighting, and very tired workers. This was only one small incident but it showed the type of people we were to stand it, after all, there were no cars, few buses, but tons of that wartime spirit to grin and bear it and many years later it becomes "I remember when..." or "Do you remember when....". Cheers, Bill. |
| Spitfire | Enjoyed your story about the station and wish I could add to it, but can`t I`m afraid. Going up and down those stairs is bad enough today, Must have been hell in black-outs. |
| William R | quote:
Originally posted by Spitfire
Enjoyed your story about the station and wish I could add to it, but can`t I`m afraid. Going up and down those stairs is bad enough today, Must have been hell in black-outs.
Wow! I didn`t realise that those stairs were still there. In the blackout it was not unusual for some passengers to get onto the platform at Preston with a one penny platform ticket (seeing your mate off) and get off at Leyland and walk off the No.4 platform heading for Turpin Green Bridge. Generally it was someone who lived around Young Avenue or so. The porters got wise and stood right at the end where the engine was, and swept everyone up the steps. They were very short of staff though. Cheerio, Bill. |
| LDunlop76 | At least that type of naughty antic doesn't physically harm anyone. On Friday night/Saturday morning some wicked kids laid sleepers across the railway track just 3 miles from me (Carr Mill) and derailed the first Liverpool Wigan train of the morning. According to Radio 4, the line was shut all yesterday as a result. Luckily no injuries, but it could have been very nasty indeed and the driver was badly traumatised as it was. Along the same route lumps of concrete are regularly thrown off bridges onto passing trains. [:(!] And the govt want us to use public transport more? The local paper tells me that plain clothes policemen are having to travel on certain Wigan bus routes in the evenings because gangs of kids are causing trouble on buses. Remember when 'knock and run' used to be the height of naughtiness? [V] |
| William R | Linda, We have similar vandalising here. One council estate has had to cancel the whole bus service because of attacks on drivers. When police went in one time to restore some sort of order, they went in riot gear. Their horses were attacked and police dogs attacked until the police withdrew, stating the area was beyond normal policing methods. Council tenants are fitting steel shutters to their windows and steel grills to the doors. The age of the terror gangs is between 12 and 14 years. My daughter moved away from the big house they had because of threats against the kids and windows, and the fact that there was a drug supply place nearly opposite. There was a continual stream of young kids from town who were bringing the goods they had "lifted" in town to exchange for drugs. The police said they knew about the house and were watching what went on, but took no action. don`t do anything like a minor offence in town, because you`ll find more police there than you knew they had. No-one dare complain about it, your home and family are at risk. Cheerio, Bill. |
| Spitfire | Why don`t they just catch the kids and lock-up the parents? That is certain to bring down the crime rate. I`m sure that these `do -gooders` have never had children of their own. |
| William R | Spitfire - I don`t know the answer. My grand daughter and partner were threatened with physical violence in their house on a Sheffield Council Estate, the police came in riot gear and intimated that they knew who these children were (13 and 14yr old girls) but were powerless to do anything as they were not comitting an offence. They actually told them that until they could show injuries and someone with a bloodstaine knife, they couldn`t do a thing. Another grand daughter moved into a council flat in Sheffield, and couldn`t get the toilet to flush. When she lifted the cistern lid, the tank was filled with syringes and packets. She rang the authorities and they removed them and said everything was alright. Later that night the doorbell rang and she opened the door on a safety chain, an arm came through the gap with a knife and slashed her fore arm. She rang her father who came and took her to hospital to have it seen to. The police said that as she didn`t see who it was there was nothing they could do, as it was in a bad district. She moved back to her father`s house that night. So you see why we have a siege mentallity here, everything is out of control. people never go out alone at night, and the local cuncil have a scheme whereby elderly people have additional security measures fitted F.O.C. All my windows have security locks, five locks on front door, four locks on rear door, internal attack alarm system in the house and security light outside, plus a burglar system. No-one gets in at night unless they phone first. This is all against gangs of marauding school children, are we safe anywhere? Cheers, Bill. |
| LDunlop76 | I don't know what the answer is either. We live in a supposedly "nice" area, but we had problems with young teenagers sitting on our garden wall and dropping their pop bottles and crisp packets into our garden. When I remonstrated with them, they egged the front of the house. It escalated to graffiti on the external gas meter and the pavement by our house, and to dropping condoms and feminine hygiene products (thankfully unused) into the garden. They've been in the garden too and damaged a wall, but when the police came out, they said nothing could be done unless they were actually caught in the act... and even then, they'd blame each other and a prosecution would fail..... if they were even old enough to take to court. Basically there's nothing you can do - except keep a big dog... and then you'd get done if it bit one of 'em!
Recently I've been going to Sainsbury's later on a Saturday evening and when I come out, about 8-ish, there are gangs of around 15 kids, 10 - 12 age group, mucking about riding trolleys round the car park, riding them through the car wash in the petrol station and so on. It's been in the paper the last two weeks that the community police are moving them on for causing a nuisance, and some parents had the cheek to write in and say their kids were doing nothing wrong, why target them? !!! *I* feel a bit intimidated by them and I'm reasonably young and fit. I'd be pretty scared if I was a frail old lady living nearby. Do these parents know or care what their kids get up to? I'd be worried sick if one of mine had been out after dark at that age and I didn't know exactly where they were and who they were with.
As for drugs..... we had to stop anyone who wasn't staff or a patient using the toilets at work, because we had drug users mainlining in the cubicles. The DSS office is behind the clinic and we've had drug dealers waiting on our car park to escort their customers from picking up their dole cheque at the DSS to the post office across the road to cash the cheque and hand over what they owe. Then the police got wise to it (the police station is within sight of the DSS so these dealers were very brazen!) and asked if they could mount a surveillance operation from our car park! 20 years ago we only locked the clinic at the end of the day and if everyone was going out at lunchtime. Now we have digital locks on practically every door - it's like working in Fort Knox! Sign of the times! |
| William R | Linda, there`s nothing more I can say. When Margaret was in Hospital in Sheffield just before the end, she had to be moved from one hospital to another for a kidney operation. It was about 200yds by ambulance, and the escorting nurse had to carry a bag with all her (the nurse`s) personal belongings in. She said it was not safe to leave any personal things on wards, I wondered why all the other nurses carried big bags about whilst on duty. Hospital staff had a secure car park with patrolling security, but a nurse had her car stolen within twenty minutes of signing in. I could go on, but I`ll spare you, it must be country wide. Cheerio, Bill. |
| rocketmanjohn | Just whats going on in England these days? I was'nt aware that the place is rife with vandalism, crime and drugs. The worst we get is kids dressing up trees with toilet rolls at graduation time, hardly criminal. Sinse everyone is armed to the teeth there is very little burglary, no gang riots and no vandalism. I say this with tongue in cheek, but maybe it helps. Obviously, there is a drugs problem here, but it is mainly in well defined areas, and yes, the murder is high, but I'd guess that at least 95% are druggies killing druggies, awful though it sounds, I don't care.
On the Station topic, when I was an apprentice I used to bike it from Bent Bridge to the station every morning, leave it in the room provided for a shilling a week, and catch the bus at the Railway Hotel to UKAEA Salwick. It was said that I, and the other apprentices, could be seen sleeping against the pub wall while waiting for the bus. This could only have been a rare occurrence because I was always on the last minute and had to run to catch it. I often slept on the bus though.
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| William R | John, Whereabouts at Bent Bridge? I was 20 Bent Lane, the first semi on the right. Regarding vandals, this again is true. Where I live is a "certain distance" from the Town centre. We are the area where those on their way home have become dissatisfied with their take-away curry, so throw the remnants at the nearest window. Same with fish and chips, Kentucky`s,. We have also become the first toilet area, due to the lack of street lights. I went into town on Sunday morning two weeks ago, the flower beds outside the Post Office were piled up with discarded food containers and empty beer bottles. Due to the great number of pubs and night clubs in the town, the corps of "Chuckers out" become targets for bottles, we employ street cleaners at 7-00am to make streets fit to walk on. The majority of shops now have steel shutters over windows for safety. Police? Oh yes you`ll find them outside car parks looking for someone a bit merry. The local hospital has a "police prescence" at night. I could go on, but this is only a typical scene in this country now, we`ll get used to it. Some taxis at night have a "heavy" riding shotgun with a baseball bat at the expense of a fare paying passenger. Violence? we never hear of it, theres so much it doesn`t get a mention. Cheerio, Bill. |
| Spitfire | I was sad to read your last posting, Bill. Sad that I counldn`t argue with it and say you were wrong. Trouble is,you were spot-on. Any thoughts we had of using the new Tesco 24 hour shopping facility went out the window after reading in the Leyland Guardian about how the entrance and car park area is like a battlefield late at night. Still-they do need somewhere to play!!!! |
| LDunlop76 | John, sorry that we've had to burst your bubble re England's green & pleasant land and all that. I can only speak for my own area and, whilst we are not in some kind of seige mentality and in constant fear of crime at home, we have certainly had to become more vigilant. The problems in my street worsened when a rather out of control teenage girl moved here with her family. For some reason she hangs out with a crowd of dead beat lads from a rough area and they chose to loiter around our end of the street because they're not allowed into her house. She's not the only source of problems though - I've given chase to two young lads - couldn't have been more than 11 - who were throwing stones at our windows. Unfortunately I couldn't run as fast as them and lost them three streets away!
About 5 years ago we got a phone call from our neighbours over the road to say some lads were trying to take our front gate off its hinges and if we went out via our back gate we'd catch 'em in the act. Barry dashed out and grabbed one by the jumper, only to find he was only about 12 or 13. You have to watch out you don't wind up in court yourself for assault! In the meantime I'd called the police, but the lads legged it. However whilst waiting for the coppers we discovered a couple having sex in our bushes! The lad nearly soiled his pants when he found we'd called the police as she was under-age AND had been drinking!
Come to think of it, we've probably had al fresco fornication in the garden before as a couple of years back we discovered a pair of M&S black knickers hanging from a bush. Yesterday I discovered a very elderly M&S black bra in the soil whilst weeding - probably part of the same set! (Shows how often I weed under the bushes! LOL!)
We'd only been in this house 2 weeks when we awoke one Sunday to find the front gate missing. Rang the police, who must have been called by a few people. Turned out a gang of home-bound drunks had wandered down the road at chucking-out time, taking off everyone's gate and throwing into a garden two doors down. The police co-ordinated the gate exchange!
I can smile at the odd alcohol-fuelled prank and there is a funny side to finding knickers 'growing' from the lilac (should they be called bloomers in this instance? <g>), but there's definitely been a deterioration in standards of behaviour. I couldn't leave the car boot open, for instance, whilst carrying loads of shopping in from the car. It would *probably* be OK, but I feel safer to lock it up for the two minutes it takes to carry one load indoors and come out again. It's not even safe these days to leave a car unlocked on a garage forecourt while you pay for petrol. Two minutes walk from here a car was stolen from the forecourt while its owner was paying..... even though his 13 year old son was asleep on the back seat!! The car was dumped a couple of miles away when the thief realised he'd got a passenger!
Garden furniture and ornaments are regularly pinched round here, but at least washing is still safe on the line. Nearer into Wigan and in St Helens, you can't even peg washing out without some b*gg*r nicking it! People don't take rubbish home any more, as Bill says, they lob it into the first garden they come across as they pass. We're not en route from the town centre or the chip shop, but we still get plenty of chip cartons, drinks cans and sweet wrappers lobbed over the front fence - this in addition to what the girl from down the rad and her friends deposit. Still, could be worse - it's often used syringes dumped on the grass outside work. And if they dump their gear on the clinic grass, presumably they dump it in the "garden" of the place next door - a nursery for learning disabled children! Think what could happen if a young child got hold of a discarded needle!
Sorry to rant, but we've brought up our two kids to
respect other people and their property. Is it too much to expect other people to do the same? |
| LDunlop76 | With apologies for harping on about this, but John might be interested to read some articles from local newspapers. Why are so many kids out of control?
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| rocketmanjohn | I am truly horrified, why is all this happening? We were mischievous as kids, but nothing on the kind of scale I'm hearing. The law here only allows people in bars over 21, and is strictly enforced, it's the same law for buying alcohol. This slows down a lot of the drunken violence I'm sure. Kids will always find a way around things, but it can be made difficult. Another thing is the strange law in Louisiana that an individual is allowed to shoot anyone breaking in, or threatening,on ones private property, that is, as long as the person shot falls on that property. Sounds awful to English ears, but it sure keeps crime down, after all, anyone committing crimes knows what the risks are.
Bill, I used to live on Balmoral Ave, No 12, from 1954 'til 1969. The Unsworths lived there before me. I did know the 'Samuels' family who lived, I think, in the second semi on Bent Lane. I also remember the 'Peet' family who lived at the bottom of Balmoral Ave on Bent Lane.
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| William R | John, Nudging my memory again, you are! We moved to Bent Bridge in 1930 to No.20. My SM (step mother) bought it for £425 new, its a very long dis-heartening story of my life there, not for Forum. The Samuels moved to No.22 at the beginning of the War from Woolich Arsenal, I believe their eldest girl was June; SM didn`t like them because they were B***** Southerners. I found George and Phyliss very nice. When my daughter Joyce was born in 1949 Phyliss sent a nice Card and letter, Margaret kept it all her life, its still upstairs with her things. Charlie Cape and his wife lived at No.24. SM hated them because they had an Austin Ruby and were B***** Tories.Dick and Annie Barrow lived at No26. SM couldn`t abide them because he was a Mason, Margaret got into a terrible row with SM because she dared to speak to Annie about Joyce. Harold Taylor lived with his mother at No.28 and SM had no time for him because he wasn`t married and was living off his mother. Dick Astin lived at No.30 with his wife, he was a Foreman in No2 Shop at Leyland North Works, not a favourite because he must have been a B****** Tory to have that job. You can see that she didn`t go out of her way to be popular, she was "anti everything". With hindsight, I should never taken Margaret there after we got married in 1948, it was terrible for her - for me, it was the only way of life I`d known. I`ll leave it there. You also mention the Peets on Bent Lane, one of our regular posters is related to the family, I used to be at school with Sally (she remembers me). I used to work with Harry Lea who one time had the garage in the dip on Wigan Road, just across the fields. When I think back, things could have been so much different if my father hadn`t rushed to re-marry after my real mother died in 1929, but we can`t change history. Nice to hear from you, Cheerio, Bill. Note to Martin, this topic seems to have wandered away from Leyland Station Memories, can it be re-sited? William R. |
| LDunlop76 | quote:
Originally posted by William R
Note to Martin, this topic seems to have wandered away from Leyland Station Memories, can it be re-sited? William R.
Apologies for that, Bill - it was my fault! I got sidetracked onto railway vandalism and it took off from there. [V]
By 'eck, Bill, your step-mother was a right one! She should have met my mother-in-law - they'd have made a lovely pair together! [}:)] |
| anacortesdamp | Martin:
Why does page 1 of this thread show up as a much wider pane than all the other topics? It's a right pain in the nether regions having to scroll left to right to read each line. It seems to have corrected itself on page 2 and none of the other topics seem to have the problem.
Frank damp
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| Spitfire | William, as a small aside to your last posting. My wife was the daughter of parents who were transfered from Woolwich Arsenal to work at ROF Euxton. I wonder just how many came and how many of them stayed here, as she did? |
| William R | Linda, Don`t apologise, it makes a good subject. Getting back to SM, I didn`t reaslise that there could be two tarred with the same brush. The only things we missed were the broomstick, pointed hat, black cloak and black cat. When I was raised I was given to understand that "No" meant NO and was never questioned. Anything said at home was never to be repeated outside, you may only speak to people we think it right for you to speak to. You will never walk on the same side of Church Road where the War Memorial is. You WILL cross the road if you see the local R.C.priest coming towards you, and many, many more. Margaret`s father was never mentioned because he was a Parish Councillor, Church Warden, and Warden to the Bishop of Blackburn. These were the "house rules" we had to observe. When Joyce was born, I was told that George Norris (local farmer) had a herd of cows I might find good company, as that is all I "was fit for". It was only this year, with the release of details of the 1901 Census, that Joyce found that my grandfather was married twice, Mother was originally a "Jones" and that I had relatives I knew nothing about, she is investigating records to confirm that we had a brother or sister who died very young, we were not told about. I could write a "horror manual" about life with my SM but I`ll leave it there. Talk about bigotted!! you couldn`t guess at it. Cheerio, Bill
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| LDunlop76 | quote:
Originally posted by William R
Getting back to SM, I didn`t reaslise that there could be two tarred with the same brush. The only things we missed were the broomstick, pointed hat, black cloak and black cat.
Hey! That's disrespectful to witches! [:)] (Very tongue in cheek riposte..... but I know a couple of witches and they're not the evil people of fairy tales)
I don't think my mother-in-law was quite on the scale of your step-mother, Bill, but she was an extremely difficult woman! Her first husband soon sought solace in the arms of others ( "the floozies") and her second husband (my husband's father) was an absolute saint for putting up with her. She was one of those people who is snobby 'without due cause', coming from an ordinary background herself. She always looked down on her sister-in-law just because she came from Liverpool, was horrified when a doctor complimented her on retaining her Derbyshire accent (she thought she'd eradicated it!) and took great offence when, attached to the Brit forces in Aden, she was treated as inferior by superior officers' wives..... even though she did the self-same to lower ranks' families herself. She had an irrational hatred of the Welsh. She disliked me (she told me many times a daughter-in-law should be shorter than the mother-in-law - make sense out of that one! Heck, it's hard to shorter than 5 foot!) and didn't like the fact I was better educated, but I didn't realise the extent of her dislike until after she died, when husband told me how hard she had tried to talk him out of marrying me!
Husband ran away to sea at 17 to get away from her and only visited her at Christmas and her birthday. It was me who went round every week and took the grandchildren to see her. Boy, could she hold a grudge! She regularly mentioned her feelings of hurt at a comment someone had made during the war! (All the poor soul had said was that Joyce had passed on her cold - it was said in jest, the way you do at work.... "Aww, thanks for passing on your cold, Joyce!" kind of thing!) All the rest of her family had fallen out with her. Her funeral was a very small affair - just husband and I, our two kids and my parents - none of her family... and of course she had no friends left because she'd had rows with everyone who'd ever shown her any friendship. Sad really. But somehow it was always the other person who was at fault and Joyce would never apologise. She once locked herself in her room for a full year - father-in-law had to take her meals up to her. That was before my time, fortunately, but once when we were staying with her, we had to sit out in the garden the full day as she turfed us out of the house when she took offence at something I'd said - something so trivial I can't even remember what! If it hadn't been the Outer Hebrides we'd have packed up and come home. Fortunately it wasn't raining, so we sat it out until father-in-law came home and negotiated our re-entry to the house! That was around the time she turned day into night and only got up in time for "Coronation St" then went to bed at 5am.... but complained when her husband turned in for bed at 11pm, not taking into account that he had work in the morning!
Like you, Bill, I could write a book! She could certainly out-mother-in-law all those mother-in-law jokes! |
| William R | Linda,Back again after our rest. SM used to annoy neighbours by hammering on the floorboards next to the party wall. Don`t know about the neighbours, we couldn`t stand it! Thank goodness hammer drill hadn`t been invented then. We had an old vacuum cleaner with a rotary brush which was noisy, she used to put it on a piece of loose lino next to the wall and leave it running. Other times, took the bulb out of the light and switched light on/off continuously as it made a noise, just to annoy. She used to cut half the privet hedge, and leave Alec`s half; his side just looked unkempt, ours looked stupid. What about lighting a fire in the garden when lady next door had hung washing out? No, I don`t think we`ll write a book about it, people wouldn`t believe it nowadays, What`s the next stage after eccentric?? What a laugh we must have seemed. Cheerio, Bill. |
| Thornley | WOW, and I thought I was the only one with family horrors. My aunt, I have to say is one of the most evil (strong I know but true) women I have ever had the displeasure of knowing. She sounds like agood mixture of the SM and the Mother-in-law[:(] It is so sad when people make such a good job of making people dislike them. [:)]
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| LDunlop76 | Oh, good grief, Bill! At least my M-I-L usually just took the hump at others - your S-M was a dab hand at creating offence! You can take out injunctions against neighbours like that these days.
My mind is boggling at your aunt, Vanessa, if she combines S-M and M-I-L. I take it you avoid contact with her?
Why do some people develop a talent for alienating others? |
| William R | Glad you`re back Linda. One more thing, SM was an accomplished pianist and delighted in practising Chromatic Scales late at night when it was neighbours bedtime, front off the piano, lid lifted, full belt. Chopins Polonaise can get a bit wearing, but I DO like classical music when played properly (should that be correctly) and with feeling. Isn`t it funny that when you mention some SM or MIL in this vein, there is always someone to relate a similar tale. They must all be just under the surface waiting to spring upon us. I hope that our little disclosures have brought a little happiness to people in these trying times. Watching these pictures of uncontrolled looting reminds me of my days in India just prior to Independence, where thousands of people were displaced with just what they could carry, to make a new home in Pakistan/India. They had to make a long trek into uncertaintity, leaving their homes to the looters. How would we survive if we were given a few days to gather all our belongings together for the journey into the unknown? Would we know what to take and what to leave? There I go again, all those years ago, and still bad memories. Does anyone think that in years to come, these bewildered coalition soldiers who are only following orders, will sit down quietly and tell there families "I was there, I was part of it." What will their feelings be then; I know what mine are after more than fifty years. Anyway, there`s something to chew on, Cheerio from over the Pennines, Bill. |
| LDunlop76 | quote:
Originally posted by William R
Glad you`re back Linda.
Thanks, Bill! [:)] I've been visiting every day, but must have missed tha grand re-opening yesterday as the forum was still down when I logged on in the morning.
I shudder to think how I would cope if I was forcibly displaced from my home. My father's best friend's daughter married a Yugoslavian. Come the Balkan conflict, he went off to fight with the Serbs, whilst their home was taken by Croats. Janet was forced to flee with their 12 year-old son with just the clothes they stood up in. Travelling only under cover of darkness, they managed to escape the country and hitch to somewhere where Janet could phone her Mum in England and get some money wired out so she could get home. She had no idea for months if her husband was alive or dead. Luckily Miro survived too and now, a few years down the line, they are living back in Croatia. I can't imagine the terrors they went through.
As for soldiers looking back on their time in trouble spots - I don't think any of them forgets their experiences. My Great-Uncle used to talk about landing in Avranches on D-Day plus 1. My Great-Grandfather used to tell my Mum about his time in Gallipoli. My former boss talked about his time in Cyprus. A US friend talks about his time in Vietnam. Of course to any ordinary soldier prior to say the 1970's, being sent abroad to fight was probably the first time they'd even been abroad. So even those in say the catering corps, who may not have seen any active skirmishing, would have experienced a massive culture shock being sent to the Far East or North Africa. A thing like that sticks with a chap for life. My Great-Uncle could never settle back to life in civvy street afterwards - having gained a bit of promotion and responsibilty in the army, he couldn't settle back to life as a dog's body in the UK - he emigrated to New Zealand in 52.
In this country people of my generation have led our lives generally in peace and freedom. Most of us cannot imagine the traumas soldiers go through during active service. Having seen the things they've seen, it's amazing so many former soldiers can get on with their lives so well afterwards. As Bill says, the bad memories linger on even 50 years down the line. |
| Caroline | Harking back to tell John that the Peets of Bent Lane were my mother's family, she left to marry in 46 but her brother John lived in one of the houses until the 90s. Who of them do you remember?
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| William R | Caroline, Was your Mum the Sally Peet wot went to school when I did,where I was teached,up to 1939. Wasn`t there an older sister, of very slight build married to a man who was built like a wrestler? I think I`ve asked before, most likely forgot. When I go to Leyland I`m going to take a picture of our house which was in Bent Lane, I may even take one of the Peet houses!! My "archivist" daughter always wants piccy`s of "where,what, how and why" when we go anywhere, so I have to oblige. From the wrong side of the Pennines, Cheerio, Bill. |
| rocketmanjohn | Caroline,
I only remember Irene Peet, I know she had a younger brother, but I can't remember his name. Irene was a school friend of my sister Judith.
John |