Wigan Album

There’s enough to see there Irene to keep your memories ‘afloat’. I feel the same if I see the edge of John St or the corner of Vauxhall Rd and Higham St! Plus it’s nearly always a pub that’s the subject! ….same with John St and the Prince of Wales and The Harp at the end of Vauxhall Rd. ;o)

Lovely looking pub, been in there 1970s.
same .Thanks for showing.

Nice photo Irene, and lovely memories of were you grew up. I always remember going up Ince to watch St Williams walk,when I was young, and like Veronica says, there's always a pub.Near us it was The Mount Plesent, and The Spotted Cow.xx

That is a really nice street, so neat & tidy & those lovely bricks that always remind me of Wigan. Also the good pic of the ladies in the pub & your Mum, such a wonderful keepsake for you.

We had a road-sweeper in Ince in the 1960s, Helen, and a few years ago I was in Ince with a friend and saw him, still with his road-sweeping equipment, and do you know, he hadn't changed...he looked just the same, and my friend and I had a little chat with him. Sadly, he has since passed away but I'm sure Incers will always remember him. His name was Frank. When speaking to someone about Frank on Facebook, (where I am a member of "Characters of Ince"), I was amazed to learn they now have a new road-sweeper who is a young man who apparently is doing a great job, so well done to him!

Streets then were cleaner because the fronts were swept and dirt put in the bin, steps were scrubbed weekly as well. There wasn’t any fast food shops with hulking great pizza boxes, apart from the Chippy It wouldn’t enter your head to throw the newspaper wrapped round the chips on the ground. We did see horse manure in the cart road though but even that wasn’t wasted. That’s why all these old black and white photos look so pristine. We may have lived in humble housing but most people were thorough in keeping them clean and shining. Different times …

Tell me Mary , tell me when ,
How many days has it been since then?
Cast upon these streets was bred,
Shaped and moulded ,
my thoughts in head,
Names and faces engraved in me ,
Moments each I still now see,
Fabric streets that we would wear ,
Cotton thread of how I care ,
In my mind , I still am there ...
Tell me Mary , tell me when ,
How many days has it been since then?
How many seasons did we play ,
Notched our memories day by day ,
Held together by our street way ,
A cotton we made our own ..

Tell me Mary , where are you ....?

Veronica I take your point. It’s not surprising, given the number of them, that pubs feature often. I recall, back in the 50’s, that when some of my relatives would be giving directions to a certain place, the ‘signposts’ were, often as not, the names of local pubs. As soon as a name was given you could easily find your bearings.