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sandra dean 25/05/2013 12:17:15
I would just like to say this site is brilliant for finding old friends from Hulme so thanks to the person who started it .I found friendsI hadnt seen for 50 years and recently met up with them. You know who you are thanks for a great night .
Terry Speed 23/05/2013 21:14:25
I was born in Hulme on Chester Rd.opposite Thomas French & sons.I remember the old terraced houses that were there well before the Bull ring etc.Personally I thought the Bull ring was a monstrosity.People were happy,we were all in the same boat as having nothing but got on with it an survived.
Judy Westwater 23/05/2013 12:24:32
Hi, my name is now Judy Westwater but was Judy Richardson. I lived in Wood Street from 1951-1957 and went to both Duke street Primary school and North Hulme Secondary School (City Road).
In 1957 I was smuggled out of Hulme, disguised as a boy and smuggled on board ship that sailed to South Africa by my abusive father and his girlfriend. I remeber several children with my schools and neighbours.Anne Tierney-Kathleen Jones- Ali Abdula-Anne Robinson-Stanley Bret-Clive Pollitt-Tommy Basnett.Anita Nicholls-Margaret and Irene Stevenson.I also attended Bridgewater Hall Methodist Church and a GLB member (Girls Life Brigade)
I remebr well of how we would all play cigarette cards=spinning tops and swinging on lamposts.
Being now an author i have visited back to Hulme and so much has changed. Would like to chat with anyone who may rember me.
In 1957 I was smuggled out of Hulme, disguised as a boy and smuggled on board ship that sailed to South Africa by my abusive father and his girlfriend. I remeber several children with my schools and neighbours.Anne Tierney-Kathleen Jones- Ali Abdula-Anne Robinson-Stanley Bret-Clive Pollitt-Tommy Basnett.Anita Nicholls-Margaret and Irene Stevenson.I also attended Bridgewater Hall Methodist Church and a GLB member (Girls Life Brigade)
I remebr well of how we would all play cigarette cards=spinning tops and swinging on lamposts.
Being now an author i have visited back to Hulme and so much has changed. Would like to chat with anyone who may rember me.
stephen robinson 22/05/2013 21:52:40
I lived just round the corner from you Boston street about the same time, names ring a bell for me near to you are the Goodmans, Johnny Bellfield,Kevin Gandie, Brian Blood. Do you remember the kid with the prostetic hand. He would take it off and wave it at us, party piece I guess. Sorry dont recall your name but I'll lay money we crossed paths. I went to Mullbury street school.
Jim Keogh 22/05/2013 08:52:32
Does anyone remember the Keogh's who lived on Winchester St alongside the old Radnor picture house, we lived there from 1957 till 1963 .. Names i remember are Robinsons and the Griffins and a girl named Christine who lived on Bentley st off Upper Moss Lane..
Jim Keogh 21/05/2013 13:50:32
We lived on Winchester street just facing the old Radner cinema till 1962. if anyone remember the keoghs just drop me a line love to chat to people from that area and time...
stephen robinson 13/05/2013 21:39:10
To Jez, Great story I truly hope life has treated you better since the Bull Rincs, sounds to me like you deserve it.
Jez (female) 11/05/2013 16:55:12
I have always known that I was from Hulme, lived in the Hulme crescents (no idea which one) and went to Martenscroft (primary/nursery?) yet I had never given it much thought until I turned 21 (the age my mother was when I was born).
As I was born in 1991, I have deduced that I could not have lived there for many years (I now live in Wales) however I remember living there as if it was yesterday...
I remember that it was noisy, mainly music, playing all day a night echoing around the arched concrete maze. People had curiously brightly coloured hair, dreadlocks touching their bums, wore big clumpy black boots and had fascinating hoops of metal coming from noses, lips and eyebrows. People often gathered in the open space in front of our flat dancing and laughing, banging on drums, making the beat reverberate in my little chest; my mother and I often joined them.
The hallway to my flat was covered ceiling to floor in colourful writing, which I thought was beautiful, though we often passed 'bad men' whom I was not allowed to look at - which as a child you do not question. Every night before bed we had to put the table and chairs in front of the door to 'make a fort', we often had to run if we went outside at night time, which was my favourite 'game' and I wasn't to disturb the people 'sleeping' in huddled balls on the ground. We had 'little friends' that were chocolate bugs that lived in our flat that I wasn't allowed to touch - much to my dismay - and I wasn't allowed to stroke any dogs because they wouldn't like it. I remember people being followed around by billowing clouds of smoke that had an earthy, nutty smell that I wafted with my hand which is my strongest memory to this day.
Toward the end of my time there, the music had stopped, my friends and those of my mother had moved away - along with pretty much everyone else - and there were blazing fires nearly every day. I vaguely remember a bonfire and a jubilant party when the flats were being knocked down (I think).
Through adult eyes, I have seen that the 'beautiful' writing on the walls was graffiti often along the lines of "5 rapes this month, it must stop" "pigs get the fuck out" "heroin is the devil" - thank goodness I couldn't read. The 'bad men' must have been drug dealers or people my mother knew to be violent. Our 'fort' was a barricade so that people couldn't brake into our flat, we ran at night to avoid muggers, the 'sleeping' people were drug addicts, the 'little chocolate bugs' were cockroaches, the dogs that didn't like to be stroked were wild dogs and the 'earthy, nutty smoke' was of course marijuana.
My innocent eyes of a child created wonderful memories of the Hulme crescent! I remember friends called Eliza, Alexia and Jacob whom I have never seen since and that Martenscroft had red bikes.
J x
As I was born in 1991, I have deduced that I could not have lived there for many years (I now live in Wales) however I remember living there as if it was yesterday...
I remember that it was noisy, mainly music, playing all day a night echoing around the arched concrete maze. People had curiously brightly coloured hair, dreadlocks touching their bums, wore big clumpy black boots and had fascinating hoops of metal coming from noses, lips and eyebrows. People often gathered in the open space in front of our flat dancing and laughing, banging on drums, making the beat reverberate in my little chest; my mother and I often joined them.
The hallway to my flat was covered ceiling to floor in colourful writing, which I thought was beautiful, though we often passed 'bad men' whom I was not allowed to look at - which as a child you do not question. Every night before bed we had to put the table and chairs in front of the door to 'make a fort', we often had to run if we went outside at night time, which was my favourite 'game' and I wasn't to disturb the people 'sleeping' in huddled balls on the ground. We had 'little friends' that were chocolate bugs that lived in our flat that I wasn't allowed to touch - much to my dismay - and I wasn't allowed to stroke any dogs because they wouldn't like it. I remember people being followed around by billowing clouds of smoke that had an earthy, nutty smell that I wafted with my hand which is my strongest memory to this day.
Toward the end of my time there, the music had stopped, my friends and those of my mother had moved away - along with pretty much everyone else - and there were blazing fires nearly every day. I vaguely remember a bonfire and a jubilant party when the flats were being knocked down (I think).
Through adult eyes, I have seen that the 'beautiful' writing on the walls was graffiti often along the lines of "5 rapes this month, it must stop" "pigs get the fuck out" "heroin is the devil" - thank goodness I couldn't read. The 'bad men' must have been drug dealers or people my mother knew to be violent. Our 'fort' was a barricade so that people couldn't brake into our flat, we ran at night to avoid muggers, the 'sleeping' people were drug addicts, the 'little chocolate bugs' were cockroaches, the dogs that didn't like to be stroked were wild dogs and the 'earthy, nutty smoke' was of course marijuana.
My innocent eyes of a child created wonderful memories of the Hulme crescent! I remember friends called Eliza, Alexia and Jacob whom I have never seen since and that Martenscroft had red bikes.
J x
11/05/2013 16:19:53
Dot 05/05/2013 22:46:38
Hello Fred
I did explain when I put it on this site that I was doing it out of desperation to get a ticket for the final, I have supported City for 61 years and just missed out on a ticket, for though I have attended the matches have only had a season card for two seasons, I didn't mean to cause any concern by putting it on here as it was a one off. But a few kind words goes a long way.
I did explain when I put it on this site that I was doing it out of desperation to get a ticket for the final, I have supported City for 61 years and just missed out on a ticket, for though I have attended the matches have only had a season card for two seasons, I didn't mean to cause any concern by putting it on here as it was a one off. But a few kind words goes a long way.
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