The first memory I have of Accy is watching the Sacred Heart procession. I was standing with my mum opposite the church, I must have been about 2 years old, and I saw a group of nuns line up, with their backs to us, on the grass beside the church. I can remember shouting out, very excitedly, "Look, Mummy, black ghosts".
My second memory is watching the Accrington Trades Carnival, in about 1947. There was a lorry from Rishy Crisps and they were throwing bags of crisps to the crowds. I caught one and my mother made me share them with the little boy who was with us, with his mum, (I think his name was David but I can't remember who he was). I was not best pleased.
My most abiding memory is the Market. I used to go there nearly every Saturday, from about the age of 9 (alone - you could, then), to wander about and spend my pocket money. In my teens I used to go to a stall that sold Ladies clothes and I could buy lovely tops for 19/6 (about 95p) and nylon stockings for 1/11 (9p). I was OK because up to leaving school, aged 16, I got 10/- a week (50p) from my dad - quite a tidy sum in those days.
