The Old Arcade, Wigan

Sadly just been told Ali Khan mentioned in several messages has died from Covid and health complications.

At the top of the arcade there was a shop that sold fire works and as a young lad I, along with a whole host of other young kids , would take their "Guy Fawkes" pennies and buy our fire works, usually bangers from an unlocked display glass cabinet at the top of the arcade. These were then put in a paper bag for you (To keep them safe?)and you would make your way home with a pocket full of gunpowder. Happy days and O! so different from the health and safety zealots of today.

speedway at poolstock riders percy brinr` norman hargreaves etc dicky lees cafe pies after rugby match at central with my dad

Iremember my mother getting me thunderbirds toys from the toy stall there, and football magazines from frank ryding, my mum bought me a lot she was the best mum in the world.

My uncle was Des Forshaw and I often used to visit his shop. I recall it as an old-fashioned ironmongers and it was only after reading these jottings that I recalled that it was also a toy shop and in particular dolls. I also remember the ice cream seller and the old rhyme ‘ I like ice creamio, made by Cassinellio, it slips down your bellio, like a lump of jellio’ . Clearly worthy of the bard himself! Can anyone remember more?

I worked as a 'Saturday Girl' on my cousin Margaret's stalls in the Old Arcade for several years from 1963 to 1970. In the end, she owned 3 stalls in there, and I worked on them all - the Baby Stall, the Stocking Stall and the, what I can only call the Mature Ladies' Stall. I loved them all. There was a real community feeling. I remember Evelyn's handbag stall with lots of scary Catholic icons, Forshaw's toy stall (I went out briefly with Graham, who died so tragically), Sid Smith on his paper stall who quite frightened me because he was so loud and Frank Ryding who worked for him, Ali Khan's and, oh - Gorner's café run by Gino and his wife Barbara. If I close my eyes I'm there. I can see the huge, uneven flags that paved the Arcade, I can smell the café (steak pudding and mash),I can remember taking down and putting up the boards that locked the stalls and the poles that we hung the clothes up with to display them around the stalls. Just writing about it makes me smile - yes, they really were happier times.

I vaguely remember a pub called the 'legs of man' in the old arcade which seemed to run behind the shops. there were also cobbles, a clog maker and a weighing machine. This must be going back about 45 years I think

The weekly Saturday morning pilgrimage to Wigan would not have been complete without walking down the arcade to smell the coffee from Gorner's (could only smell it as it was too expensive to sit inside and indulge)The 1d guess your weight was a highlight of the week, if we had 1d ! Sometimes we walked home just to get weighed. My uncle only 9 years senior promised he would take me for my first drink in the top leg and buy me some Benson's crisps with the little blue salt bag inside for my 18th,we lived it up in those days. sadly it was no longer there by the time I was 18 and the little blue bag in crisps was long gone, ready salted are no fun, but do you remember the disappointment when there was no blue bag inside the packet?

My mum & dad Bernard & Margaret Gaynor had a handbag and leather goods stall in both the old & new market hall. Spent all my childhood growing up there thinking I was all grown up helping my dad serve the customers. Many happy memories. Wish I could spend one more day with dad doing something he loved and had immense pride in.

Lived in Wigan for years but somehow never drunk in the Legs of Man. Maybe thy couldn't make a Bellini!

Your Right Alan From Charnock Richard Bob Rudd Was Is Name He Was My Mothers Cousin Bob And Our Family Used To Live In Linney Street Scholes

Hi Emma Lovely to hear from you. My mum is Margaret Crabtree and worked for your aunty Margaret back in the late 60`s!!Please tell her we remember her fondly and it would be fab to make contact!

One of the Smith brothers and his wife were good friends of my mum and dad. Forshaws son Colin was one of my brother's teenage friends. I think he had a brother who died in a tragic accident! My friend's mum worked at Gorner's Café. I had a Saturday job at the Chicken BBQ in Makinsons Arcade. There were queues all the way down the arcade when it first opened. The manager sent me to Legs of Man pub to buy ten Capstan Full Strength. I was terrified (at 16 I wouldn't say boo to a goose) but daren't refuse. It was awful but probably helped me in later life.

Unfortunately I can't leave a memory of my own as I'm too young. However my Aunty is Margaret Razaq and reading all of these amazing stories is making me terribly homesick! My Mum Eunice has many stories to tell I will get her on this, this is gold

Hi Fred ,was your Dad called Fredrick ?was he a Foreman Scaffold er in his day ?Stella originally from Bradford

Any one remeber Forshaws in old arcade I or rather Mum did bought me a Dolly from ther and I christened her Marina adter the duchess of Kent, and later on meeting up with Jack Lathom near the paper stall so romantic ha ha those were the days

Theweighing machine man was my wifes uncle, a mr robert rudd(bob)"1p a weigh"

My memories of the little Arcade were the fabulous uneven York Stone flags, the weighing machine and Smith news sellers where I used to get my Cosmopolitan magazine and Jackie mag. Also Margaret the stocking lady (tights hadn't really come in in 1966) and I used to buy really long stockings in the hope that I wouldn't show my suspenders as our mini dresses were so short! Also the Legs of Man being at the top and bottom of the Arcade and as a little girl I was fascinated by how long it must be. Fabulous memories!

remember gorners cafe ,sherringtons was near bottom -i think..+ not sure but was there a man who cleaned shoes as well ?

http://www.familychest.co.uk/FamilyChestDocs/documents/0512079.htm This is a link to a photo of a conveyance document dated 05 December 1895 concerning a mortgage on a Public House known as The Legs of Man Hotel in Woodcock Street, Wigan, Lancashire, together with 10 lock up shops in the arcade leading from Woodstock Street to Market Place, Wigan. In 1881 The Oldfield Brewery Company Limited (" The Old Company ") mortgaged the property to William Howell for £8000. since then the property has somehow been transferred to The Oldfield Brewery Limited (" The New Company "). They are now transferring the mortgage to the Law Debenture Corporation.

I remember going to Gorners for chip with gravy with my mum and sister Lyn. I also remember the smell of the news papers from all of the stands that lined the arcade. Just before they tore it down, I remember going to a pub with my friend Cherry

Yes i remember the dolls hospital .My mum used to ask me what do you want for christmas and i used to say i want to take patsy my black doll to the hospital because by the end of the year she was half white she was made of rubber and painted so the paint used to rub off Does any body remember the train that ran from ince to wigan

I remember so many of the things you've all written down here, and it makes me sad. I know that as time goes on progress has to be made, but so much, in fact almost all of REAL Wigan has gone. It used to have character, but now it has just the same as every other town. Shopping malls with a clock tower, wine bars, and restaurants that are owned by large companies, serving the same thing here that they would in Outer Mongolia. The town planners shouldnt have been allowed to knock down and get rid of so many characteristic and charming buildings. They should have used the money to bring them back to a standard. If this had happened in the centre of Chester, with all its old black beamed buildings there would have been an uproar! The council pulled down some beautiful Edwardian buildings on the main road in Spring view and Lower Ince in the 60's and 70's and moved everyone to Millers lane, Platt Bridge. It left Spring View, that used to have a street full of shops, a community, with nothing except spare land, and now they're building apartments and houses on it. Had the old houses been brought up to standard, Spring View would still be a thriving community. As it is, it has one shop, one pub and one chip shop. People need a car to live there now as there is nothing close by, and the brains in the council decided to put the old folks bungalows furthest away from the road. There is nothing to write about in Wigan now, and I cant tell you how sad that makes me.

i remember the sweet shop.if i was good mum bought me and my sis some sweets,the smell of the food was lovely.also on a sat if we was good we had chips and mushy peas at the cafe near the train station .cant remember the name of it but it was allways full and you had to wait ages for a seat.

Jayne I remember Bernard & Margaret Gaynor. My husband George was the shoe repairer in the old and new market. His Mum used to go to work with him on Saturdays. Your Mum was lovely and she always took time to ask how everyone was doing. Everyone loved George and had this weired idea that he needed feeding. There was a husband and wife owned a Deli and Gud was always buying cheese. She would give him samples of cheese for his lunch. Good memeories. :o)

My mum worked for Margaret Razak in the old arcade.I remember her standing behind the counter which seem`d very high up to me as I was only little when my nana took me to town on a Saturday while mum was at work. My mum is Margaret Crabtree and she is here in Welsh Wales living the good life!!!!

The ghost of the legs of man, could be that of the Lord Derby wounded at the battle of wigan Lane in the civil war, he was nursed in the Old dog inn which changed its name to the legs of man as they were the coat of arms of Lord derby in his honour, Derby was captured by that lot from Bolton and hung by Bolton town hall soon after.

My mum was Dolly and my auntie was Madge from Gorners cafe in wigan

This is whay I like this site so much. Many of the posts bring back memories long since banished to the back of my brain. What a place for a young lad on his way home from Wigan Grammar School to dawdle, check out the comics at Smiths, dream of owning the latest LP at Hursts. What happened to these safe character filled places. Thanks for the fond memories to all who posted here. Keep up the good work; my memory depends on it.

I remember the Old Arcade well, in particular Gorner's cafe, and the delicious "prato-pie). As a tiny child in the 1940s I was a fussy eater and very thin. So when we came into Wigan on Saturday afternoons we went to the Old Arcade and I got weighed on the scales (only just realised they were jockey weighing room scales), then, although money was scarce, we went into Gorners so that I could eat my fill of the delicious food! I didn't know that the "Legs of Man" pub ran the whole length of the Arcade, but I well remember the Manx sign! In my day there were two signs and the place was known as "The Bottom Legs" and "The Top Legs", and I'd thought they were two separate establishments. Those were the days! And I wonder if George Formby, in his early racing days, ever got weighed on those scales!

Does anyone remember the "Dolls Hospital" in The Old Arcade ? As a child in the 1950's my broken dolls and Teddy bears went to be "made better"

Also in the arcade was Aly Khan's knitwear , Margaret Razaks stocking bar and Evelyns 'Catholic' stall

Talking about a long time ago. My mother's name was Bertha Pennington who married Joseph Berry,miner at Garswood Hall Colliery. Mother was a shop assistant at Slater's in Wigan town, a haberdashery. Mother was intensely proud of Wigan and made me believe that the sun only shone by permission of Wiganers. The sun's rays shone directly into Gorner's Cafe, then deflected off the shining knives forks and spoons into her beloved Wigan. Sadly she had to leave her heaven when my father went to the new coal fields of Doncaster during the 1930's depressione. She never got over leaving Wigan and would often herd me and my younger bother onto the train for the many visits back to her home town and the many relatives there...Where do you think we always went? Gorners and the food and drink of the Gods. By the way, I would love to hear from any of you lot in the Berry or Pennington clans. God bless you all from Wigan and may the sun be with you.

i used to go to gorners wih jimmy brown he was brought up in lower ince and moved to platt bridge when he married vera he died age 41 i lost my best mate does anyone know where vera is and his son garry i would love to contact them

when i was a cleaner at springs branch groups of us used to go to gorners for pudding chips and peas never had any as good since. proper suet pastry cooked in a muslin cloth.

I remember going to gorners cafe on a saturday with my older sister and having a roast beef dinner.

The man with the scales i think was called Bob Rudd, He married Lily Pendlbury if my memory serves me right.

We used to go for a sandwich and a lemonade after work the Legs of man pub what fun. What makes me sad it that it appears that re development has taken place without regard to the preserving the valuable history of Wigan, I note that many of the streets mentioned here have in brackets ( No longer there) how sad and are we really better off with all the changes for changes sake?

I am the youngish man with the short jacket standing in the middle of the arcade, looking at the magazines. No longer young I am afraid to say!

Would like to get in contact with Ian Duncalf regarding Hilda Gabriel who is my aunt. You can contact me Ian by email which is carolburns47@hotmail.com

Hello Joe Berry, I was known as Ip in The Park & The Market. This was 1969. My mum used to work in Gorner's when she was young, she was friendly with Gladys, who ran the habedashers. I enjoyed my first crumpet (steady on folks) there as a four year old. Toasted on the range fire in a room at the back of the stall. Used to yearn for the dinky cars in that long long long toy shop. I was fascinated but a bit frightened of the weighing machine man. Back to Joe Berry; was it you that stuck your thumb out in Milan and got one lift all the way to Standish?

No memories of Wigan, I'm afraid, but I'd like to hear from Carol Burns (nee Ramsden) who posted a message here. I'm doing some family research (isn't everyone?) and have discovered that my great-aunt Hilda Gabriel was Thomas Ramsden's daughter. I'd be interested to exchange some family references.

I remember Dewhursts butchers Wigan; In 1955 as the order lad of Dewhursts Higher Ince I had to go to the Wigan branch on the bike in pouring rain and passed outin the shop and came to on the butchers block at the back of the shop I forgot the meat I'd gone for and ran like the clapper for home.

Just remembered the stall was in the Market Hall.Not the old Arcade.

Yes, dave your right.There was a Record stall called Roy Husrts.I use to buy all my records from there.If you could,nt find a record you wanted from the other shops,he always seemed to have it in.

I'm pretty sure that there was a stall in the "old arcade",Hurst Records, as i remember buying Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath in May of 1980.Was he Roy?

Can anyone tell me when the old arcade was knocked down to make way for marketgate pls..?

I remember the Old Arcade, and the man with the weighing machine. I don't know his name, only that he called out " Try your weight ladies ", and, as a child, I always thought that he was saying, " fly away ladies ". Happy days.

I used to love going to the pot fairs which were held outside the Market Hall .The used to be held at the same time has Silcocks fair.

my aunty nelly (Helen Hodson) worked for years in 70's at gorners she used to buy me and her daughters pressys on payday from market hall stalls. she loved her job. she came from stubshaw cross ashton