A walk down memory lane . . . literally

We took the opportunity of a National Trust outing to Little Moreton Hall a couple of days ago – a glorious and warm early September day, hardly a cloud in the sky at times – to explore the Cheshire market town of Congleton, where I was born almost 65 years ago, in November 1948. I lived there until April 1956, when we moved to Leek, another market town in North Staffordshire, about 12 miles away.

I’ve only ever been back to Congleton a handful of times in 60 years. So it was a real walk down memory lane – literally – to visit where we used to live in Moody Street (at No. 13) and other nearby places where we all used to play.

Coronation Day, 2 June 1953; at the bottom of Howey Lane.  Back Row L → R : Margaret Jackson; Jennifer Duncalfe; Josie Moulton; Meg Moulton; Susan Carter; Ed Jackson; Richard Barzdo; NK: Peter Duncalfe; NK; George Foster; David Hurst; Stephen Carter; Martin Jackson. Front Row L → R : NK; Carol Brennan; NK: Alan Brennan: Robert Barzdo; NK; Mike Jackson.

Coronation Day, 2 June 1953; at the bottom of Howey Lane.
Back Row L → R : Margaret Jackson; Jennifer Duncalf; Josie Moulton; Meg Moulton; Susan Carter; Ed Jackson; Richard Barzdo; NK: Peter Duncalf; NK; George Foster; David Hurst; Stephen Carter; Martin Jackson.
Front Row L → R : NK; Carol Brennan; Patricia Stringer: Alan Brennan: Alex Barzdo; Janet Stringer; Mike Jackson.

Same location, 60 years on.

My parents, Fred and Lilian Jackson, moved to Congleton in 1940 from Bath where my eldest brother Martin was born on the day the Germans invaded Poland: 1 September 1939. My dad returned to the photographic business Marson’s in the High Street, and remained there before being called-up to serve in the Royal Navy during the Second World War. While he was away serving King and country, my mother and two children (Margaret had been born in January 1941) moved to my grandparent’s village of Hollington in Derbyshire.

After the war, my father returned to Congleton in the expectation of regaining his former employment – but things didn’t work out. Instead, he joined local newspaper, The Congleton Chronicle and remained as head of the engraving department then as photographer until we moved to Leek 10 years later. In the meantime, my elder brother Edgar had appeared on the scene in July 1946, followed by me a couple of years later. And 13 Moody Street was a ‘tied’ house, opened by the Chronicle’s proprietors, the Head family. In fact, Mr Lionel Head and his wife, who was editor of the Chronicle, lived next door, at No. 15.

13 Moody Street was the end house of a Georgian terrace (Moody Terrace) of eight houses. It still has the same door as six decades ago – but I don’t remember it being red then. And even the same brass door knocker, door knob and letter box.

Just up Moody Terrace lived my best friend, Alan Brennan (at No. 21 or thereabouts); we got into some scrapes. But what I do remember, as the Coronation Day photo shows, is that the various age groups among all the children close-by did interact. One of our favorites was playing in an old air-raid shelter near the local cemetery, or wandering up to the local canal – the Macclesfield Canal – and playing on the swing bridge. Of course, 60 years ago there were few cars. When Steph tried to take the photo of me above, standing at the bottom of Howey Lane, a car came by every few seconds. Moody Street (and surrounding streets) was a very safe place to play in the 1950s.

May Day 1952 (?). I'm on the left and my elder brother Edgar is on the right.

May Day pre-1956. L to R: me; Martin Firth; ?; ?; Patricia Stringer is the May Queen; Deirdre Firth; ?; my elder brother Edgar.

Just round the corner from Moody Street is Priesty Fields, and today this has been joined to a network of public paths connecting Congleton and Astbury, and many other local places. Just off Priesty Fields is The Vale and allotments, with rear access to many of the houses in Moody Terrace.

In the winter, when there was snow on the ground we all used to go tobogganing in Priesty Fields. After six decades, it’s more like ‘Priesty Woods’ there has been so much vegetation grown up.

Part of the town centre is now a traffic-free pedestrian area, in what was Bridge Street. The High Street is still open to traffic. Look at the difference between 1952 and today in these next two photos.

The Congleton Chronicle still occupies the same building in the High Street – I just had to have my photo taken outside. But then, somewhat emboldened, I decided to go inside and introduce myself, with no plan whatsoever as to what I hoped to achieve. Almost immediately the current Chief Photographer, Glyn Boon – who joined the newspaper in 1961 – came in, and once he realized who I was, fetched his camera, and took my photo outside as well. There might be a story in the Chronicle before too long. But then he invited Steph and me to go upstairs and view my dad’s old workroom on the top floor. The very last time I could have been there was in March 1956 – probably earlier. I used to visit him there all the time when I was a little boy. I remembered the stairs as if it were yesterday, but now it’s a quiet building – everything digital now. I remember lots of noise as the printing presses were running, pulleys running everywhere, the smell of ink, Under similar circumstances Health & Safety would have a field day today – just imagine a five year old in such a ‘dangerous’ place. We didn’t think about it then.

It was very special seeing my dad’s work room. And having now been back to Congleton and had quite a good look round, it has triggered many more memories, which I have been sharing on Facebook and through Skype with Martin (now living in central Portugal) and Edgar (who’s been in Canada since 1968).

13 thoughts on “A walk down memory lane . . . literally

  1. Martin says:

    Thank you for the old picture of Howey Lane. I grew up on Howey Hill through the late ’70s / 1980’s. Even then the traffic was nowhere near what it is today :-/. Glad you enjoyed your trip down memory lane.


  2. Alan Brennan says:

    Hi Mike, Its Alan Brennan here. Just stumbled across your blog. I have no memory whatsoever of that photograph in Howey Lane. I’m still in Congleton. It would be good to hear from you again.


  3. Alan Brennan says:

    Hi, Just stumbled across your blog. Its Alan Brennan here. I’m still in Congleton. Would be good to hear from you again. Our paths haven’t crossed for a long time. As an aside I have no memory whatsoever of that photograph at the bottom of Howey Hill! By the way I lived at number 23. Cheers – Alan


    • Mike Jackson says:

      Well, well, well. Great to hear from you,Alan. What a surprise. Would you believe it’s 57 years since I left Congleton, and I’ve often wondered what happened to you, Carol and other friends in that photo.


  4. Richard Wharfe says:

    The two photos you state are totally different road, the one as a child putting in a litter bin is Bridge St, the more modern day photo is that if High Street

    Great blog – enjoyed reading it



  5. Richard Wharfe says:

    Forget last comment, my iphone has now refreshed properly and showing the pics in the correct order now, lol

    However I can tell they are both looking in opposing directions 🙂


  6. Guy Simpson says:

    Hello Mike, I lived at 31 Moody Street (the corner house) from 1958 until around 1975 and was friends with Alan Brennan. I remember a lot of the names on the photo including Martin Firth and the Hurst family. The Moulton’s lived across the road from me. Do you remember Mabel Yarwood? There was a Jackson’s shop in Vale Walk.


    • Sally Elliott says:

      My grandparents Frank and Alice Hurst lived at 19 Howey Lane until the early nineties. My parents took a flat on the Vale after I was born in 1960. Any memories of my dad, David Hurst would be most appreciated as he just passed away, April 30, 2019……Sally Hurst-Elliott


      • Mike Jackson says:

        Sally, I was 4 in June 1953, and we left Congleton when I was 7 in 1956. I remember the name David Hurst, but I expect my elder brother Martin (9 years older than me) might remember more. I’ll ask him.


  7. Sally Elliott says:

    I saw the photo of my dad David Hurst from 1953 when you were all in costume at the bottom of Howey Lane. My dad lived at 19 Howey Lane. I had never seen it before and will share with my family. Dad just passed away April 30, 2019. Thanks for posting…..Sally Hurst-Elliott, Markham, ON, Canada


  8. David Annwn Jones says:

    Dear Mike
    I love your blog which I’ve just discovered. The photos and memories are wonderful. I don’t believe we ever met. I was born in ’53 the other side of town: Holmesville Avenue and I’ve been invited back to Congleton (next March) to talk to the Historical Society about our experiences of Sheard’s sand quarry, a great if rather perilous play-ground. My Dad taught at Danesford school. Dr Galbraith was definitely responsible for my younger brother being born without thalidomide! Bless him. I too was a Congleton cub. Thanks again for the great read. All Best Wishes, David


  9. Holly says:

    My boyfriend and I have recently moved in to our first home on 9 Howey Lane. We came across your blog and love the picture of all the children walking down the street in fancy dress and wondered if you had a high definition copy we could have to enlarge and frame? Its such a lovely picture and bit of history.
    Thanks so much,


  10. Alex Barzdo says:

    I was born in Congleton in 1948.
    We lived at 17 Howey Hill with Grandparents (Joe and Lucy Morrison) for about 6 years.
    That’s me as the White Rabbit. I had my Granddad’s pocket watch in my waistcoat. I was told to get it out and look at it when they did the judging. I recall playing in Mike Jackson’s back garden.
    Back then, when you reached the bottom of Howey Hill there were no streets beyond.
    Alex Barzdo


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