Memory lane
I remember the “good old bad old days” as they call them. We lived on the corner of Leigh Street East in Ancoats. I have happy memories of those days. I had three brothers and four sisters, I was the youngest in the family.

On a Sunday afternoon my dad Bob would take us to Boggart Hole Clough and we would have a great time running up and down the dips and hills and feeding the ducks in the lake.

Fridays my mam Esther would go to the wash-house at New Islington, Ancoats. It was great people met up and had a good old chin-wag as they called it, and a good laugh. I would sometimes go with her, she would be scrubbing away then she’d shout “Clothes on number 5” or whatever drier was due to finish, they were like big racks. Then she’d gather up all the clean clothes, put them in the big old pram and take them home, done for another week. My mam loved the wash-house. Hail rain or snow she would be there every Friday without a miss.

Those were the days.
J Connolly. (As I was then!)