Crow Lane Ė Anderton family
about 1942-3 to 1946.
MAIN TOPIC 37 Crow Lane
The Hagans at no. 33
from Bosleys shop (45 Crow lane)
The Drill Hall
Tripe boiled at the end of Paradise St
Clayton Smithy & Blacksmith
Woods Foundry, end of Garden St.
Cement factory at the end of the street
Colin Anderton with additional information from his father who is now 98
lived in 37 Crow Lane from about 1942-3 to 1946.
mother (Annie Rogers) got married just before the outbreak of war and we were
living with my grandparents at 7 East View, Stubbins, but owing to lack of space
we moved with my mother (my father was in the army) and sister to No. 37 Crow
was only a small boy but I still remember our time there.
house was in very poor condition with large cracks in the walls, and lots of
cockroaches, and the roof leaked but in a situation such as it was, it was all
we could get.
lavatory was out the back and was the flush type
house did not have electric lights, only gas, no bathroom, but there was a bath
in the pantry (in which the previous tenant had stored coal!!). The
bath did not have a water supply and had to be filled with a bucket although it
did have a drain. Also in the pantry there was a cold slab and a couple of
shelves. The kitchen had a pot sink.
was a cast iron range in the living room. My father remembers that this had a
hood over it on which was some sort of design, but cannot remember what the
water was from a cast iron range which had a tank heated by the fire.
Unfortunately the tank had a leak and was not used until my father got
back from the war; He put a couple of inches of cement in the bottom and it was
had a cupboard at the side of the fireplace with a small cupboard underneath a
big one. Inside the small cupboard was a penny slot gas meter
floor was stone flags and we had a gramophone under the window and to give an
idea of the state of the floor the gramophone had 2Ē blocks of wood under the
front legs to get it to stand level !!
well remember my mother doing the ironing with an iron which was hollow and into
which you placed heated iron blocks from the fire (I think they were called
brigets) or something like that but we got a gas iron which worked from the gas
gas fitting (lighting) was a single mantle and also the front bedroom had gas
lights but we never used it, we always used candles and nightlights
often broke the gas mantles and had to get new ones from the plumbers shop at
the top of the brow up from the Royal Picture House.
ground at the front of the house was not fenced off then and people walked along
the flags at the front of the house and made a heck of a racket with their iron
Mrs Annie Homer lived on one side and an old lady on the other side.
I think she was bed-ridden as she had her bed under the window
downstairs. The bath in Annie Hornerís house was in the corner of the kitchen
(see notes on 33 Crow Lane)
Haganís lived at no. 33 Crow Lane and my father had to put in a window for
them after I broke it throwing stones. This happened whilst my father was away
in the army and the Haganís told my mother not to bother until he got back,
very good of them
shop at the end was owned by a Mr & Mrs Bosley, and they made ice lollipops.
On reflection they were not very good but to kids that did not have
anything they were lovely.
owned the other shop up near St Paulís School.
Drill Hall was looked after by a Mr Brierley I think (I did hear that that was
not his real name). I woe betide
any kids that he caught playing on his flags in front of the building; he soon
chased you off.
boiled tripe at the end building of Paradise Street and it was a place of great
interest to us kids and we would go up to watch (the smell from the place was
Smithy & Blacksmiths was another, and word soon got around if a horse was
being shod and we would rush up to watch, the hot iron and the sparks and noise
-wonderful for kids.
Foundry at the end of Garden Street was another favourite shop and we would
stand outside and watch the sparks flying from the iron moulds.
also played in the piles of sand outside the cement factory at the end of the
old enough I was sent to St Paulís School, my teacher was a Miss Hazel.
this time, however, the war ended and my father came home.
He fixed up the house but shortly afterwards we moved to 17 North Street,
Strongstry but thatís another story.