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Growing Up in Sixties Salford<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
by Brian M Clarke<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We are pleased to post a selection of pages from the unpublished book Haunted Memories<\/em> by Brian Clarke about his memories of experiences in Salford during the 1960s. It was fascinating to learn that the inspiration for this book was the screening of the documentary The Changing Face of Salford initiated by Philip Tipton at the University of Salford in 2019. It was this very event that also initiated The Modern Backdrop and I have learned since, that many participants in our workshops and oral history conversations also had been there. \n\nIn his humorous account Brian provides the point of view from the perspective of a child as well as that of on insider who grew up in Ordsall during the 1960s. Brian is a local writer who began his career with community and local magazines. Since then he has been a professional writer of comic books as well as an in-house writer with three social housing providers.\n\nThe pages below are the first of three posts that we will post in the next weeks. They all take readers on a trip down memory lane. This one contains the vivid recollections of young Brian seeing the terraced house at Goodiers Lane for the first time; houses that were rather \u2018typical\u2019 for Salford prior to its redevelopment.<\/pre>\n\n\n\n
Goodiers Lane was a deceptively rural name. It joined at one end to the madly busy Regent Road, which ran one way to Eccles and beyond and the other to Manchester (or more simply \u2018Town\u2019). <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were having a look around one of seven terrace houses just ten seconds walk from the main road. What was odd about \u2018our\u2019 row was that, unlike all the other houses on the street, each house was set back at a slight angle and this left us each with a triangular patch of dirt and a wooden fence. Mam liked her tiny \u2018garden\u2019 because it meant people didn\u2019t past right next to the window when they walked by. I liked it because it could be a fort, a jungle world or space planet. In the end it was none of these things; but it did keep people away from the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The best bit about the house was the cellar! It might have been the first cellar I had ever been in and I loved it. It was damp, dark and dank with stone flags on the floor, peeling whitewash on the walls and a chute for coal deliveries. Every week or so a couple of bags worth of coal would slide down the chute to form a black pyramid against the far wall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cellar was illuminated by a single bare low-watt bulb and you would swear it was a place where tough-guy spies were interrogated by Soviet or Nazi agents. Was that blood on the wall or just rust?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More excitingly for a young naturalist was the likelihood that it was overrun with every type of insect and vermin you could expect in that kind of place. Naturally I wanted to make it my bedroom. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMam, can I have this as my bedroom?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll see…\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI could keep animals down here in cages and tanks. We could have our own zoo and charge people to come and see the animals.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet\u2019s get other things sorted out first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBrilliant! I\u2019m going to get my own zoo!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Upstairs was a kitchen that even Euclid would have a hard job describing. Somehow, whoever had built this house had ignored the classic shapes of squares, rectangles, circles and suchlike and instead had walls that began as straight lines, morphed into a curve, crashed into a dead-end of a corner and roared back at you as a wall that was neither straight nor curved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As if the shape of the room wasn\u2019t crazy enough, about the only space available for a table and chairs was underneath a huge Heath Robinson-like invention of pulleys, slats and rope that formed a rise-and-fall gizmo for drying clothes. When it was too rainy outside Mam was forced to use this clothes dryer. Many would be the times when I would sit at the Formica table with last week\u2019s underwear hanging overhead as the steam transported me to the depths of the Amazonian forest. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the tiny misshapen afterthought of the kitchen we stepped into the large and spacious living room with a ceiling so far up that I couldn\u2019t reach it even if I stood on a chair. Of course, there was no way this could be a straightforward box shaped room. It had two alcoves next to a big open fireplace, super large windows that ran to only inches below the ceiling, and two doors set at about 45 degrees, one of which led into the hallway. I loved the windows. Not only had I never seen windows that big, but these had lead diamond designs. In summer they threw colourful patterns on to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This would be the heart of the house and the room where Mam, Dad, my sister Sylvia and I would spend most of our non-sleeping time. Later on, we would also be joined by a brother, Martin, but for now it was devoid of anything that made it homely. The room reeked with a melancholy otherness as the bare floorboards accentuated footfalls and the walls distorted and echoed each word spoken. The whole house was like that; something tired and unlived in, waiting for new life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
From the living room a twenty-foot hall connected the stairs to the front door. Even at the best of times a hallway is a nothing space: devoid of personality whose only purpose is to join up the proper rooms. From there we came to the \u2018front room\u2019 at the, er, front of the house. It was the room that would be kept \u2018for best\u2019. We did our living in the Living Room and pretty much nothing in the front room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were three bedrooms upstairs; a big one (Mam, Dad and three-year-old Sylvia), a middle one (empty) and a small \u2018box room\u2019 that was to be mine. I never thought to ask about the empty room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you think, Terry?\u201d asked Mam of Dad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBetter than where we live now. I\u2019m happy if you are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDad! Mam said I can have a zoo downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s nice. Might put you in one of the cages.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The house must have felt okay to me because I don\u2019t recall my objecting to anything beyond the realisation that I would no longer pal around with my mate Roy and the other people I knew. It would also mean that I would have to start at another<\/em> new school. This would be my third after changing primary school and switching between St Mary\u2019s Junior School and Crumpsall Open Air School (because of my asthma). Three schools and I was only eight. If we moved here I would be leaving open air school to live in one of the smokiest cities in the north.<\/p>\n\n\n\nBoys playing football in street, c1950s. University of Salford, Walter Greenwood Collection, WGC-4-6-4. Colorised with Deep AI. https:\/\/deepai.org\/machine-learning-model\/colorizer<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
Moving day began with a big burst of excitement and little sense of loss. Right up to this moment I hadn\u2019t left my \u2018old\u2019 home and things seemed mostly as they were; the normal before the abnormal. I had nothing to miss because I was still there. I woke up in the same house. I had breakfast and I got dressed the same. I was sent to the same shop on a similar errand to any other day. I was still there and it was mostly normal. Okay, Mam had wrapped the washed breakfast bowl in paper and carefully placed it in a box marked Kitchen rather than on the side to dry but the day still felt the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Having nothing to play with or read (all boxed away) I stood at the door waiting. A large blue moving van with ominous scratches and bumps on its sides pulled up and I was told to keep out of the way as men marched out of the house with furniture, tea chests full of crockery and boxes of clothes. I checked on the important stuff \u2013 my toys and books \u2013 and watched as the van void filled with our earthly possessions. Funny how a whole house can fit in one removal van with space left over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
By now I had learnt the real<\/em> reasons<\/em> for my parents moving: Dad wanted to be closer to where he worked in Trafford Park and Granny from Ireland \u2018might\u2019 be coming to live with us and we needed more space. Because I was a na\u00efve buffoon, I didn\u2019t connect the \u2018might\u2019 with the deliberate leaving empty of the spare big bedroom. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The house we were leaving was a terraced two-up, two-down and when it came to it, we had very little to move. The telly man had come the day before to take back the rental tv and the rent man had called to give the place the once over and thank Mam for being a good tenant. Our furniture was little more than tables, chairs, wardrobes and beds. The only white goods we owned was a washing tub with a mangle, and a cooker and both were being left behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I should mention one other thing about this house because it relates to things that happened in our new home. I remember being in bed late one night when I woke for some reason. I was ready to get up except for the fact that it was pitch black. My room was big, maybe 15 feet across and on the wall to my right was a window. I slept with the curtains open and as it was late November it was as dark outside as it was inside. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mam and Dad were downstairs preparing to go to bed when they heard me screaming for them. Dad dashed up the stairs two at a time and barged into the room to find me sat up in bed in a right state. By the time Mam joined us I was telling them about the woman who was looking at me through the window. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI saw her! An old woman at the window.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDid you know her?\u201d asked Dad. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStop it, Terry. Don\u2019t get him started.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was only asking\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mam stroked my back and calmed me down as I told them what the woman looked like: elderly, deep wrinkles, with wild, matty hair. I tried to explain how she was just there, looking at me. Looking. At. Me. But it must have sounded daft.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mam explained that it was obviously all a dream and how sometimes when we wake, bits of our dream are still in our head. Like last year when I woke up thinking a dinosaur was after me. I nodded and Mam said I could sleep with them that night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This midnight incident must have been even more terrifying for my parents because, as I learnt many years later, they were delayed in going to bed that night because they had just received a telegram from relatives in Ireland. My Aunty Kate had died earlier that day. She doted on me and whenever she came to visit, she showered me with gifts and hugs. I still recall her now: elderly, deep wrinkles and with wild, matty hair. Mam could never explain what happened that night and I can do no better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With clothes and bedding fitted around the furniture to protect them we were ready to set off. Dad was talking with the driver and pointing at me. Was I to be left behind? Dad called me over and explained that there wasn\u2019t enough room in the driver\u2019s cab. I was to be left behind! I would have to fend for myself and either turn to crime or learn to live off the land. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou will have to go in the back of the van.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The back! Of the van! Where I would literally look at my old world fading away as we drove off. Fantastic!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had never been in a van before and here I was with the best view possible. I made myself comfy on a pile of blankets, squeezed up next to the tailgate and was ready for the ride of my life. There were no other doors at the back and the openness and closeness to the road provided just enough danger to be exciting without brimming over into terror. The engine roared to life with a cloud of nose-stinging diesel as my street became a blue-hazed memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We lurched forward and because it was all so everyday familiar, I still had no real sense of leaving it behind. You miss things in the looking back and not so much in the leaving. As we drove along the street for the last time there remained a silly feeling of this being something temporary, like a day trip to the seaside or a visit to relatives. The shock of never coming back was too unreal to take in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As we reached the end of the street and made ready to turn into Oldham Road and towards Manchester, I saw Roy crossing the road a little way away. He was too far off to say anything but close enough for each to read the other\u2019s face. We both waved but because I was the one setting off on an adventure, I waved faster. Neither of us smiled. If I knew the word, I would have said it was poignant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thirty minutes later we were at Goodiers Lane and caught up in the bustle and excitement of moving in. My \u2018bird food\u2019 was still on the backyard floor \u2013 maybe it was only for robins, and I hadn\u2019t seen any of those red-breasted rogues around the area. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I raced around the house, darting in and out of each room and getting under everyone\u2019s feet. Hey! That might work to my advantage!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMam, can I go out for an explore?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. Not now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAw \u2013 why not?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want you getting lost. You don\u2019t know where things are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ten minutes later: \u201cMam, can I go out for an explore?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. Not now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAw \u2013 why not?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want you getting lost. You don\u2019t know where things are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut that\u2019s the only way I will know where things are.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ve told you \u2013 not now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve heard your mother\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had another look around the house and then:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMam\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat have I told you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, this is different.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat, then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan I live in the cellar?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut you said I might.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ve no time for all this. We have a thousand and one things to do. Just keep out of the way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell can I go out? I won\u2019t get lost.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, yes \u2013 just go! And don\u2019t get run over! And remember where you live!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Salford is a short bus ride from Manchester and in times past was the senior locality. Whereas Manchester became cramped with mills and merchants Salford became a place of factories and the \u2018docks\u2019 at the head of the Manchester Ship Canal (so named, although it was definitely in Salford). Where we had moved was called Salford 5 back then but is now known as Ordsall. An industrial area called Trafford Park was only a few miles from our house and that was where Dad worked at the BOCM \u2013 British Oil and Cake Mills, or as we called it \u2018bockams\u2019. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thirty years before I arrived in its smoky streets a survey identified parts of Salford as some of the worst slums in the country. Cockroaches and rats were more common than people and it was for very practical reasons that most houses kept a pet cat. But even in these dire circumstances the Salford Pride shone through. The report writers were struck by the courage and perseverance with which the greater number of tenants kept their houses clean and respectable under the most adverse conditions. This was still obvious as I took my first tentative steps around its streets and noticed how many houses had painted window ledges and steps and a \u2018donkey-stoned\u2019 flag stone outside the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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