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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington
You could hang ropes on them and make a great tree swing...play Tarzan(well the boys could).
Many happy hours were spent on rope swings.
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There was a great rope swing at the bottom of Swales's pasture, out over the Stink ... we used to go looking for bird's nests, blackberries, and pignuts down there ... a bottle of spanish jink and hey ho, off we go.
And train spotting ... locos had character back in the day
... I remember seeing "Silver Jubilee" come through Accy Station ... they said the numbers on it were made out of bars of silver ... and you could save a halfpenny on the platform ticked by buying a half-priced single to Ossie for three ha'pence.
Helping Basil Brierley rub down his horse, Tommy. And playing in the piles of junk he had on his allotment ,,, and there was even more junk at his place off Lower Barnes Street ... there were four allotments together back of Rishton Road ... three of them were owned by guys with the first name "Thomas" ... Thomas "Basil" Brierley, Tom Noble, and Tom Pilkington, and my grandad's middle name was Thomas
... he had the other allotment ... we had chickens, a vegetable garden, and a greenhouse where my grandad grew tomatoes. And glads that were taller than I was. I remember there was an elderly couple who lived on Stone Row ... every day the old girl would trot off down to the Village Blacksmith (Dutton's house) with a big jug which she would get filled with beer. In summer they would sit outside drink the beer, and chat to people passing by. Playing inside the old chimley at the paint works ...
You know, the more I think about this stuff, the more things come back to me.