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1960s above and below

Next to Les Turner's was The Plough. Poston's Garage is no more. 2012 - The Plough has now made way for a Tesco supermarket.

 

Ken Burnley's Moreton
(we were both born the same year and probably passed each other a zillion times in the 'olde' Moreton)
The following is reproduced with permission from Images of Wirral By Ken Burnley & Guy Huntington

My childhood days were spent in Moreton. I grew up within a stone’s throw of the north Wirral coast, with its grassy common land behind the embankment, rich in buttercups and clovers. The sea dominated our lives in so many ways, its salty tang carried across the flat, wind-swept plains by restless breezes; the mysteries of the opposite sex being discovered in the warm, sandy nooks of the quiet dunes and, in later years, pleasures of a different kind, in the delight of discovering uncommon plants and flowers in those very same dunes. You either love it or you hate it — this treeless expanse, these few miles of coastal plain fronting the Irish Sea. Its very open-ness disturbs many folk - there is nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, from the ceaseless wind and the frequent squally showers blown in from the sea. There are few trees - and those that survive, are bent double away from the west and the prevailing wind. And yet, there are days in summer - few enough indeed - when the warm sun shines, the skies are blue, the wind dies down for a while. These are days to be savoured: to search out rare flowers in the long meadow—grass: ragged robin, orchids, and yellow button; to laze on the soft, warm turf, listening to the skylarks singing high above, with the faint murmur of the surf on the incoming tide; or to stroll along Meols promenade, enjoying the sight of the small, colourful boats gently bobbing on the quiet tide. Delightful. I share Kens memories, see my story of Gina in the Sand Hills mentioned somewhere!!


From an photo by Guy Huntington

What changes this part of the Wirral coast has seen: in olden days the Irish Sea was free to pour inland across these low-lying plains, as far as Overchurch and towards Bidston. Only the concrete embankment saves these lands from inundation today. At the opposite extreme, the Wirral peninsula used to be longer than it is today; tidal waters now cover lands once inhabited by man and beast. Seek out the evidence for this in the tree—trunks and peat—beds of the submerged forest on the shore between Moreton and Meols. Six thousand years ago, these parts now covered twice daily by the Irish Sea tides, were forest lands: men hunted here, their game being red deer. Later, much later, the Romans used this northern extremity of the Wirral peninsula as an outport.

Evidence for this, and for subsequent use by later folk, is seen in the 5,000 objects found along this part of the coast in Victorian days. Brooches, buckles, knives, tokens — they’ve all been found here, in their hundreds. See them in the museums, but imagine them in this their treasure-trove setting, here along this wave beaten shoreline. Much of the open space and sand dunes have been incorporated in recent years into a coastal park, with its resulting picnic tables and interpretive boards. Fine, if it helps to preserve the area. But let’s not overdo it. Some places are best left undiscovered, untouched.

You can’t help but discover Leasowe Lighthouse, though. It is the most prominent thing around, and dominates this stretch of Wirral coast. Long redundant, this light was an important part of the guidance system for mariners entering the port of Liverpool. Its redundancy nearly resulted in demolition not so long ago, but it now looks spruce in its new coat of paint, and with the completion of the interior refurbishment, it looks set to be an important focal point for the coastal park. Strange to say, it is once again serving the local mariners at night, when its floodlighting transforms it into a useful beacon for their comings and goings along these dark and dangerous coastal waters.

Leasowe light may be over 200 years old, but it gazes across the windswept grassy meadows towards something much older — and another guardian, of sorts. Leasowe Castle, grim as all good castles should be, has been here on this desolate marshy flood plain for nigh on 400 years. Of course, bits have been added to it over the years, and its original single tower is barely discernible at the heart of the cluster of buildings that rejoice in the name of ’castle’. But the grey stone turrets are there, and it’s not too difficult to imagine this as some defensive fortress to protect its founder, Ferdinand, Earl of Derby, way back when lawlessness was rife around here. They say he was involved with the popular horse-racing that went on by the sea here, and which eventually gave its name to the national Derby race of today.

I personally rejoice to see the rebirth of Leasowe Castle from the mould of dereliction and decay which beset her fifteen years ago. As you enjoy the bustle of activity around the place today, recall my words of 1981: ’As I write, the castle stands empty, derelict, as it did 300 years ago — a twentieth-century Mockbeggar . . . will these rooms and corridors ever again hear the cosy chat of people relaxing after a day’s work? Will fires ever again flicker in the cold hearths? Will children ever again run up and down its staircases, discover its secret passages, run across its lawns . . . or will it continue to decay, cold, silent, with only the ghosts of times past to walk its rooms and corridors?’ The answers constitute one of Wirral’s greatest success stories. Away from the coast, Moreton has grown from a small village to a sizeable community in little more than a generation, and it is still growing. Perhaps it is the air.

(Leasowe Castle is now a hotel - mk 2011)

It has almost swallowed up pretty little Saughall Massie, its farms and cottages. But we are getting too far from the coast. And talking of the coast, did you know that the world’s first scheduled passenger hovercraft service operated between Moreton and Rhyl in l962? Another Wirral first. A far cry from those days, romantically portrayed by a tourist, as he walked along here earlier this century:
’Away out on the Dove Spit was probably situated the ancient town of Meols where, in ancient times, the Romans listened to the roar of the incoming tide, and near which their galleys tossed securely at anchor, or sped up the Dee to Chester. And so we pass on, feeling that the world is wider and older than most of us consider, and indeed a great book which, if we could but read correctly, would raise the curtains of the past and shed a new light on history.’ Romans; hovercraft; lighthouses; castles; submerged forests. Makes you think, doesn’t it?


Danger Lane Feb 2012 - If you could say anything has changed here since early 60s is that people now have cars, there were not many back then


Moreton Library then became the first Moreton Youth Club
Thanks Eddie Williams for this rare image

17th March 1962. Underneath the headlines the text says:

 A 40 year old housewife and mother of two children, Mrs Gladys Florence Creek was found yesterday afternoon shot at the back of her home in Hoylake road, Moreton. A man will appear in the Magistrates Court on the morning.

A gun shot was heard shortly after 2-15pm in the space at the back of a butchers shop at 183 Hoylake Road. Mrs Creek's husband, Mr Bernard Creek, and a neighbour found her mortally wounded.

A police spokesman told the News last night "A man who lives nearby has been detained and will appear in the Magistrates Court on Saturday charged with murder".

Mrs Creek lived with her husband and children over the butchers shop where Mr Creek was employed.

Dr C A St Hill, Home Office pathologist, arrived in Wallasey at tea time yesterday to carry out a post mortem.


The caption under the image reads: The Chief Constable, (Mr Walter Marshall) and Det  Chief Inspector, H T Land, with a police sergeant at yesterdays investigation at Moreton.

Thanks to Jim Talbot for this piece of Moreton drama and history.

 


Moreton Musings - From Don Cropp - November 2014

I was born in the Highfield Maternity Hospital, Mill Lane, Wallasey and started the first part of my life in Moreton in Burrel Drive. However, the walking distance to Barnston Lane Infants School was too great for my 4½ year old legs and we moved closer, to Fairfield Crescent.. The Luftwaffe found us there in about December 20th1940 and blew the fronts off the neighbours’ houses (see Moreton Wirral, A Pictorial History Vol.3, page 59. The Dates attributed to the raid in the “History” are incorrect.)

For the next three months we lived in rooms of the Deans’ house in Glebelands Road (Mr Dean ran the Post Office on Hoylake Road close to the bus stop at the Cross, before it moved to Chadwick St.) However, the Luftwaffe found us again and blew the back off the house sometime about 20th March, 1941. Fearing that the third time might be “lucky” for the bombers we evacuated ourselves to North Wales before returning to Moreton in 1944.

Jack Woollam, and his family, jumped from the “frying pan” of Wavertree bombing in 1940, only to come to live closer to “the fire” in the old Brooklands House which was a short distance from the house in Glebelands Road. I wonder whether they were aware of how close they had come to becoming the target following their escape from Liverpool. Comments which reached my 5-year old ears suggested that the bomb had penetrated deeply into a ditch, causing the blast to be deflected upwards. I remember the event, from the vantage of the Deans’ living room, very well.

We returned to a Moreton in 1944 (see 1945 map which one of your correspondents has kindly attached to an email.) It was a Moreton with much of the old farming village still intact. Holt Avenue was an “unadopted” lane with a cinder roadway and an old orchard on the corner with Hoylake Road. A walk from home, down towards the shore, along the paved Digg Lane soon gave way to the cinder track of Lingham Lane. On either side were farmers’ fields stretching to the Barnston Lane School on the one side and to Burden Road on the other, bounded by large hawthorn bushes, the lane itself being a repository of old prams, bicycles and other household detritus. Maryland Lane and Town Meadow Lane were equally unpaved, although pedestrians were “separated” from the traffic by kerb stones set into the cinders . An anomaly in all this lack of development was the small estate along Eleanor Road which may have been built before the Great Depression of the 1930s took hold.

The railway crossing marked a continuation of the cinder track and pedestrians crossed at their own risk through a swing gates on either side. Occasionally, we would place the already large penny coins on the rails to watch the train compress them into very much larger copper tokens of no increase in monetary value.

On the other side of the tracks there was a field to the left which was about 200m long and which led to Black Harry’s Pit. Apparently the pit had been formed by excavations which had been made to build up the railway embankment at the turn towards Meols. Rain water had filled the resulting hole and fish had been added to the pond by the founders of the fishing club which demanded the purchase of a licence to drop a line in. I spent many a drowsy hour with my father in the pursuit of the “big one” inhabiting the middle but only caught small rudd and roach.

The fishing was better following a turn to the right after the railway tracks and a walk along the steep embankment bordering the Briscoe and Jones brickworks excavations. The bucket chain machines reached down some 30-40ft, depositing their scrapings into small trucks towed along a narrow gauge railway by a continuous wire cable. The pit so formed was vast and rainwater had produced a large pond which was filled with larger roach and rudd than Black Harry’s, as well as a carp-like fish called a tench. These much larger fish were caught by anglers, wearing hip waders, who ventured into the deeper reaches of the system.

Next to the brick works, on Pasture Road, was Fellowship Field where Moreton, in celebration of the return of peace, held a Fete in 1947. It was a miserable day with the intermittent rain soaking the field but, with my last pennies I purchased a small flag on a toothpick, wrote my name on the flag and planted it in an area where the treasure was buried. I went home that evening 10 shillings the richer and deposited that large sum of money into my savings. The field was soon put to another good use when they assembled prefabricated houses on concrete pads to form the new subdivision of Tarran Way and Close.

The Lane wandered on to the sea wall through the yard of a farm which, I think, belonged to one of the Biddle Family. In those days, the lighthouse was closed and in great need of repair. The embankment was also suffering from the depredations of the pounding surf, with number of the surface sandstone blocks worn thin and lifted out of their settings. Since any wartime invader could easily surmount the embankment, various forms of “tank traps” had been placed on the upper levels. These were often cubic concrete blocks and 4ft high tetrahedra (Page 2 above) and, postwar, afforded suitable windbreaks to sunbathers and people on picnics. We called these latter obstacles “Dragons’ Teeth”. I cannot think of a good reason for their removal, unless they were ground up and reused in embankment repairs.

The replacement of the worn sandstone blocks came with problems for bathers. In 1953, a group of us left our bicycles and clothes on the embankment opposite to the Childrens’ Hospital , donned our swim suits ,and entered a rough swell which had followed a storm. While in the water we bobbed up and down without a care but, on attempting to return ashore on the crest of a wave, we found that the outflow of the spent wave washed us down to the bottom of the embankment under an oncoming wave. The concrete resurfacing was without handholds especially with its covering of a moss. We did escape by the simple expedient of swimming along to the Leasowe Sand Hills (The removal of these hills seems to have been one of the most idiotic decisions made by the local authorities) and walking back to our bicycles.

At the junction of Pasture and Leasowe Roads there was a small fairground arcade in which children placed large numbers of pennies in slot machines which gave nothing in return. It was often overseen by a couple of grim looking women who suspected every child to be attempting to cheat these “dishonest” devices. However, the most significant memory of the place was the very limited selection of music they played repetitively and very loudly; a mixture of “Colonel Bogey” and Stan Kenton’s” Peanut Vendor”.

Living by the sea it was necessary to be able to swim and be confident in the water. We had available a choice of one indoor and three outdoor bathing pools. The Guinea Gap was a crowded and, to my mind, a dangerous place in which to learn to swim. Hoylake, on the other hand had an easily accessible pool (by Crosville Bus) which was usually almost empty. Left to myself, I faked the process in the shallows until, one day, I slipped into a place where I was out of my depth and, to my surprise, did not drown. After drying and changing, we often gathered round the Bryl Cream dispenser where one of the fellows paid the usual penny fee and slowly pumped the plunger ¾- way in, allowed the plunger to extend back to ¼- way and repeated the process. Instead of a one shot supply, we had enough to slather over all of our heads and we strode off looking like a group of Denis Comptons. Our walk home along the sea-front often led to an exploration of tidal pools, submerged stumps of the ancient forest and the odd fishing boat left high dry by the ebb on the Meols Shore , and we saved the return bus fare.

New Brighton swimming pool was a huge semicircle which shelved from a deep (12ft) centre to nothing at the circumference. The deep rectangular pool and high diving boards lay along the diameter. It was popular with families of small children and those who came to ogle the bathing beauty contestants. During the latter proceedings, swimmers were allowed into the water but ushers (nowadays, security) prevented the swimmers from hanging on to the bars at the edge of the pool. In order to obtain a closer look at the “bathing suits which never got wet” (as sang Nat King Cole) the swimmer had to tread water.

But rather than waste time at New Brighton, the youth of the day went to the Derby Pool. A place to sunbathe, display and occasionally swim. What a reverse in swim fashion has occurred over the intervening years. In those days, mens’ “trunks” were brief while the young women wore relatively modest single piece suits. Nowadays, young men wear shorts which might be seen on hikers, boxers and basketball players whereas young women wear as little as is practically possible. Perhaps I am blessed with myopia.

With all of these venues now gone, what do the local youth do when they get their noses out of their cell phones and computer screens?

My father was one of two supervisors in the Moreton Mail Sorting Office on Chadwick St., and sometime in 1946-7, the Liverpool Head Office sent him a blue print of the impending developments to the Moreton area for the local postmen to study. These fellows were expected to memorize the plans over a couple of days since the bureaucrats in Liverpool demanded a return of the document so that it may be put to better use mouldering in some obscure cabinet at Head Office. It became my job to copy the maps on to large sheets of tracing paper, the copies later being stuck to the walls of the dining area of the Sorting Office. Many years later, they were still there. This meant that, for what it was worth to me, I drew the developments between Danger Lane and the Cross and Hoylake Road and Eastway. Later it was the Leasowe Road at Murrayfield Drive and Pasture Road at Yew Tree Close.

Les Turner’s Tobacconist’s Shop is referred to by many of your correspondents. In the alleyway from The Cross to Oakenholt there was a small radio shop which, on a cold winter’s evening in 1951, had a TV on display. Reception from Sutton Coldfield was fitful and often subject to “snow” (interference from the remnant of the Big Bang), but I spent part of that evening watching an ice hockey game between the Brighton Tigers and the Nottingham Panthers, including a feature on the late and great Chick Zammick. All free of the blather of a commentator who was inaudible to the group huddled up against the glass window in the cold evening’s air.

Despite the occasional vandalism, the Moreton Cross, when it became the kidney-shaped flower garden, was a splendid decoration to the centre of the village. Traffic moved smoothly in the single lane circuit and those on foot could walk across to admire the flowers from close up. However it appears that the modern denser traffic has to be protected from the pedestrians by means of an ugly barrier and white lines separate the jostling cars as they seek to pass each other in the most inappropriate places.

The complicated system of traffic lights and lanes is a poor substitute for the round-a-bout at the junction of Reeds Lane and Hoylake Road. The road engineers had banked the circuit ( Like the Carousel on the late Nurnbergring German Grand Prix Circuit.) which gave the Birkenhead bus drivers some fun as they “rocked and rolled’ past on the exit from Fender Lane. These circles and rotaries permit a much more fluent passage of traffic than the lights, which often hold the traffic up with nothing passing along the other road. For an exercise in the use of a traffic circle, try the multiple system in Swindon.

During some of our frequent rambles about the neighbourhood ( The only restriction being that we return home in time for the next meal.) we ventured to Saughall Massie and the crash site of a “Yankee Bomber”. The small mount at the edge of a field, with some pieces of aluminium poking through the surface seemed a bit small to represent the remains of a bomber . However, I take my hat off to those who had the site excavated and organized the visit of the pilot’s relatives at the placing of a plaque of commemoration on the bridge over the Arrowe Brook.

I wonder if there was already a plaque on the bridge since this was the first engineering project completed by the great Thomas Brassey whose company built many of the railways round the world in the 1850s. He turned the village of Birkenhead into an industrial powerhouse making all equipment for road and rail building. I used to live 3 km from his greatest triumph (1859) in the Grand Trunk Railway which joined Montreal and Toronto (539 miles) including the Victoria Bridge which spans the St Lawrence at Montreal (1.7 miles long). The supports for this bridge are still in place for the modern superstructure.

Does the Wirral Hundred Motorcycle Club still race on the Leasowe sands? Do they still run the Wallasey Road Race for bicycles? The first race (ca 1950) ran from the Harrison Drive Promenade through Moreton, up Thursaston Hill, across to Ford Hil (a couple of circuits) and back to the start. It attracted some major racing cyclists in those days.

A final note on education. The Barnston Lane, Grade 8 class of 1945-6, was ruled by Miss Banks who was described as “strict” or, in modern terms “tyrannical”. Despite her prediction that only 1/6 of us would pass “the scholarship” (11-Plus,) 43 of us passed to the Technical or Grammar Schools in Wallasey . The  43 contained future Ph.D.s (3 Organic Chemists, 1 English expert on Shakespeare), 1 B.A. in Geography/Education, 1 Mining Engineer, 1 graduate of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, and 1 B.Sc. from Melbourne University in Australia. All from a class of working class children who took advantage of the examination system (11-Plus) and the immense demands of a hard-working teacher. Moreton’s elementary schools became great sources of academic talent in the 1940-1970 period.

In The History of the Wallasey Grammar School (p.272) M. Eggleshaw reported a statistical survey of the school on 15/3/1966. Among the data produced was the fact that the ”low lying lands” of Leasowe/ Moreton/ Saughall Massie was home to 67% of the “Schol. M” class. This class would be sitting examinations of three A-Levels in Science and Mathematics, together with two examinations at the more advanced Scholarship Level, in the following June. This was routine for anyone hoping to enter one of the few UK universities in those days.

What has happened since?

 

More from Don - this time its Moreton Scouts:

1948 photograph of the 2nd Moreton Scouts, taken outside the headquarters on Doreen Avenue. I have identified many of the people in the photo but, whereas their faces are still in my memory, their names have gone.The founders of the troop were the Wynn brothers, Cyril being the initial troop leader although Ken, who died quite recently, was in charge in the troop's latter years before its dissolution. Frank Howse left to set up his own troop, but I know little of that venture.
Norman Kendrick, who had served in the navy as a radio "artificer", left the troop after a couple of years. However, he'd bequeathed a large short-wave radio aerial set up between the troop's flagpole and another pole of similar height, the length of 57ft being tuned for short wave transmission and reception. A couple of scouts took over the aerial and constructed a transmitter/receiver with which they (illegally) contacted radio hams in the USA and Australia. There is much more to this story. Don - many thanks for your very kind contribution towards the site; I shall pay it into the site soon as possible.

Recollections of Lingham Lane And Moreton - George Moor

Some Leasowe kids were allocated to another school near Barnston Lane ... Paul Child tells me he was put in this school before BP transfer.  As for the teacher - female, the name Bradbury does ring a bell. Looking at the photo I assume that they had intentionally kept the Leasowe kids together in one class. Maybe because of the bus timetables. Only Malcolm Blauel's face resurfaces in my Wally G photographs.  I have just a few recollections - taking the wrong bus, 4 and 4a! - losing my fare for the return journey and the conductor letting me off with a wink, those massive sheets of white paper we folded and cut up for art, real tracing paper, those folded pieces of tissue kept in the top left pocket for 'emergencies', Brian Alexander showing me how to create and colour cool X strip patterns using graph paper .. and maniacally pulling a large tyred truck around outside. Yes, an aspiring Mr Bean then who at the age of 5 didn't think twice about using public transport. Try that today pal..

After reading about all the horrors of attending Primary School in those days (slashed patellas, lost finger tips, being blamed for breaking teachers arm (Barbara Tattum) , those one on ten stone chucking fights, falling into the figure of eight, (ponds on Fender Lane - mk) Routemaster bus journeys, etc I am far more ready not to question my daughter when she tells me she lets her four year old pupils romp outside in the snow .

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I'm still in touch with about ten old Leasowe Moretonians. Several kids made good - Philip Williamson (reeds lane) retired recently after heading up Nationwide, Geoff Mckee ex Ceo of blacks now runs a clothing biz, Bill Henderson heads up Egon Zehnder in HK - we were directors for Jardines in SE Asia for ten years, Allen Gaskell is a well known musician who played with Benny king etc etc - now plays the Mersey circuit and sends me daft emails, Eric Prince is head/prof of dramatic arts, and a playwright Uni of Colorado... Alan Chesters has own biz - designs massive stagesets - he did the Motorhead, Pink Floyd stuff... etc etc etc  The list goes on and is unusually long for corpie kids from new estates - I guess the war years had gone and everyone was getting on with it those days.  I retired to UK after 20 yrs in Asia Pacific and have happily traded engineering and construction for writing poetry and music.
 

 

March 2010: Does anybody recall those shops in Town Meadow Lane? There was a block of them, with flats above, set near to the road leading around Lingham Park. Keith Norman recalls that there was a chippy - any others? I passed there, on foot, on many an occasion but never recall calling into them. On the 18th March 2010, I went into Moreton and took the following images of this now sorry state of affairs.

I went there with the original intention of asking present shop owners if they knew what was there in the 60s but as the only shop was an asian general store, I didn't bother!

The Wirral Partnership Homes’ scheme – supported by a 500-name petition from the local community – is set to be approved by Wirral planning committee next month. The plan to house ex-offenders and drug addicts in the buildings at Town Meadow Lane, put forward by Wirral Labour Group in 2001, was scrapped following a public outcry. Moreton and Saughall Massie Cllr Chris Blakeley said: “It generated huge opposition from the local community.”

From Gary Bates: I just thought I would like to add a bit more to what Paul Spencer says about Town Meadow Lane Shops. They were known as the New Shops but nicknamed “ The Newies” I lived at Number 84a which is the second to left flat in the picture. We moved there when i was 2yrs old in 1960 and stayed there until 1972. There were the Greenop family in the first flat (They emigrated to Australia but returned to Wallasey a few years later) Then us –  then The Carlyles – then Norfalls  - the Reids  and Halls. Me and my older brother Alan spent many a happy hour with our mates playing “ headers” under the glass roof in front of the shops. And there was never any trouble. The lads all lived very close- some of the names – Alan Knott - Barry Nicholls -  Billy Lewis – Graham Norman – David Picken – Keith Stirling – Geoff Platt. Happy Days!! 


Electric train on the West Kirby - Liverpool Line. This was just pre war around 1938. The above is on route to Liverpool Central

The two images below were sent in by Gwen Morris but they are not of the wedding. They are members of the "Moreton Blackbirds".  This was a choir of senior citizens who went round the Wirral entertaining pensioner groups.  It was formed by my Grandmother (shown on the left of the group picture) Poppy Davies and they were taken in the garden of her home in Glebelands Road - you can see the Catholic Church in the background.  They were taken in about 1965 before my Grandmother sold the house.  There is now another detached house built in what used to be the side garden. Heather Price. New Zealand.

Gwen Morris sent me these Moreton images of her mums wedding. These ladies above were a local signing 'group' and are here, in costume.
That looks like a bearded man on the far left????

She tells me: The reason I'm putting the wedding pic in of my mum is because the Moreton postman is in it his name was Pat Mercer....also Estar Evans who's father Danny Evans had the chandlers shop in Moreton is in it and obviously my mum, nan, grandad and great grandad are in it. the other pic with the soldier is Robert Rodgers who was killed during the war. The pic was taken in 1942 at the Church of England in Upton Road. The pic of my nan and grandad was taken dressed up for a blackbird picture and the other picture is of the ladies of the blackbirds in costume for a photo shoot; nan is 2nd from right  on the back of pic it says Kelsby photos, 281 hoylake Park and the old phone number on it. The photos were taken at Pop Davie's house in her back garden in Glebelands Road, mum remembers the chandlers shop ( Danny Evans), Lunts Bakery, Waterworth Greengrocers at bottom of Rosslyn Drive. Mortimers ( I remember they used to have a huge electric horse outside which was sixpence a go) she also said there was Willowfarm Dairy and behind the Coach and Horses there was a bowling green where the toilets are now (And supermarket) and my grandad won there many a time. She said the Coach and Horses was nicknamed the cathedral because of the way it looked ....and they had a VJ celebration there when the war ended . Mum, nan and auntie went went as spanish ladies (nan was a spanish man) frills and all, they came 2nd and a clown came first...she remembers a plane crashing at Arrowe Park. (see here). My uncles also had a group and used to play in the labour club which was at the bottom of Stavordale were the garage is now. 

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(something) to understand the accent which has gone very scouse. Still, as Confucius said, 'the only constant thing is change'!

I could go on, but other people have covered the ground for me, particularly  Mr Woollam.

Above: Moreton in 1945. Lingham, now a massive housing estate, stands naked as does Pasture Road. Off Pasture road is Pasture Avenue, and Sunfield road, but no Saxon Road. Kingsmead Road, off Reeds Lane, is a dead end. Pasture Crescent, off Eastway, is but two thirds of the whole. Fender Farm, opposite where I later lived, stands alone on the junction of Reeds Lane, Fender Lane & Hoylake Road. On Fender Lane can be seen the figure 8 ponds (blue blotches) where I spent the vast majority of my childhood, sitting in the main alone, enjoying the peace. All these areas mentioned are not under a mass of housing. Where it says Three Lanes End, by the Arrowebrook, is where Jay Simpson died in a Thunderbolt plane crash in Jan 1944. Above this can clearly be seen Borrowdale road heading south from Hoylake road to Overchurch. On the left the area known as the Carrs is also now a mass of housing, mostly 80s and 90s building. Top right  by the River Birket and Leasowe. Here can clearly be seen open land from Birket Avenue up to Leasoweside. This later became the Leasowe estate and Twickenham Drive, built in the 50s where I lived at No 71. Behind they were building Franklyn Road etc at the time I lived there. Behind the embankment top centre were lakes (or large ponds), seen on the map, now drained and grassland.

Signal Box Leasowe Station (long gone)
Mortimers & Digg Lane. I can just recall the houses too, so they were there in the 60s.
 

Don't forget everyone, www.friendsreunited.co.uk has lots of Moreton people aboard and the annual subscription is very minimal.

I am not exactly sure where Leasowe starts and Moreton ends. Moreton Shore on some maps is actually marked Leasowe. But, for the purposes of this site, its Moreton.
Leasowe station is nearer my former home in Moreton than Leasowe but because Moreton also has a station, Leasowe station is in Leasowe!! As is the Birket River, the sandhills, Leasowe Castle etc. But Leasowe Lighthouse is in Moreton!

 

I am looking for any old images of Moreton, check your attics and shoe boxes please. If you cannot scan them, contact me and I shall arrange postage to me and their safe return. I promise.
In particular the 60s, and anything of Moreton Youth Club, I have a separate page in here. I can even arrange a collection as I still have a sister living in Moreton.


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