Mike Gaynor writes :

"My family moved to Rigby Grove on the Kenyon estate in 1956 when I was just 9 months old. We were part of the Salford overspill from Greengate. My first memories are of St. Joseph’s primary. On the first day aged 5, I trapped my fingers in a door. On the second day, I had my face buried in the sandpit by a bully. Our teacher Miss Hamer sorted it all out. 

The Rigby Grove “gang” used to play on the farm, Cutacre tip (the slackies) & the colliery works. These were our dens. There was always a rope swing over the stream. It was guaranteed that someone would walk home soaking wet.  
My initials were carved above the rest in the trees. So I had to get up & tie the rope every time it snapped.

Moving the clock on. Sunday dinners in the “Lanky” listening to the old boys singing were great. Uncle Tom’s on Friday, Saturday, Monday nights. Wagging night school at Worsley Tech to go to the “Civic”. 

Little Hulton in the '70’s was brilliant. Living in Walkden now, it’s such a shame the youth are living so differently to how we did. But, we had the aforementioned plus, Bridgy, Greenheys, St. Edmunds & St. Andrews youth clubs. I even remember a disco at Brierley House."   

Karen Fereday, (nee Roberts) remembers: 

 "Everyone knew you. You daren't get up to much because someone always knew your nana, grandad, mum or dad. There was a fantastic community spirit which I will never forget or find again. I wish my children had the same.  

I have very fond memories of going down the "slackies" on a piece of old carboard; building dams; finding king newts; spending all day, every day outside playing in Peel Park; the youth club on Kenyon Way on a Friday night dancing to Slade and Mud."

 
   













  Steve Donoghue has memories of the day he visited Little Hulton for the first time, prior to moving there.

"Our Grandad asked if we (my sister and I), would like to go for a mystery ride in the car (one of only two in the street back in 1966) – too right was the answer! Our destination was halted for an ice cream break and quick gill (a half glass of beer in old terms) at the Bridgewater pub at Worsley.

I had never seen such a place, I thought it was the countryside, with the canal and ducks and swans, barges and loads of actual green grass wild flowers and “fresh air”. We only saw flowers in the front parlour if somebody had died, or worse still if my dad had had a row with “me Mam.”

My grandad’s two-tone cream and maroon Austin Cambridge gently
 pulled away from the Tudor fronted village and headed northwards for Little Hulton. There we pulled up at Baronfold Crescent (our house), and later Baronfold Terrace (our grandparents house), where our parents had already arrived. 

It’s there where our parents told us we were moving to – WOW – a brand new house – WITH AN INSIDE BATHROOM & TOILET, and gardens front and back. Blimey no more bathing in a tin bath from the yard, no more having to dodge the rain to go to the loo.

Growing up in the area as a teenager was a pleasant experience, we seemed to have all the great summers playing with friends and dating pretty girls,doing normal teenage things like fighting with lads, driving our Lambretta’s down to the seaside, to Rhyl or Blackpool and staying out late. 

Once established in the area I spent many a happy hour in the Sunday league playing football in Swinton, Monton and Eccles. Winning trophies with the Antelope Pub pool team (which I still cherish).

Steve is the published author of “Red Fever” - from LH to LA, and Rochdale to Rio (Signa Press) – available in Salford Libraries. 

   

    Ted Makin writes from New Zealand

We moved to Little Hulton around 1968 as part of the Salford overspill move, to a near new council house in Thornfield Crescent at the top end of Captainfold. My first school was St Josephs until we moved to Carrfield Ave, I then went to Our Lady and the Lancashire Martyrs (The picture is one of me at Lancashire Martyrs - I’m 7th from the left in the back row) I think this picture was taken around '74 or '75) After juniors I went to St Georges in Walkden.

All my childhood memories revolved around Little Hulton. Your website shows Madams Wood and as a child I spent many hours playing in the woods and building swings etc. Many kids of my age will remember the "Slackies" which are the large mountains of old slag from the pits behind the old Lucozade factory, again many hours were spent exploring and playing there. 
 I recently returned to Little Hulton after a gap of 7 years to see my parents who still live in Carrfield Ave. Not much has altered except the shops have all but closed down - no more launderette, butchers, or newsagents and the flats behind are now sadly a burnt out shell. 

 Louise Jackson writes from Queensland, Australia
 We moved to Little Hulton in 1959, I was seven and we had been "relocated" from Salford. We lived at 85 Seddon Street, which was the last house on the street, and I think we had the biggest garden!! The houses were all new and considered at the time quite "posh".

I loved it, when the street filled up we had loads of children to play with and did we play! It was perfectly safe as we all stuck together. I remember that some families didn't lock their doors, there was no need to, we all knew each other.

Everybody seemed to go to St Joseph's RC School on Old Lane and then after school we went into the fields surrounding it looking for tadpoles ~ that was until the "new" estate was built and spoiled our fun! Peel park, frozen jubilees in the summer, bikes, friend and good neighbours, those are my best memories.

   


 
 
 
   Philip Crompton recalls:"I attended Hilton Lane County Primary on Madams Wood Road during the early 1960's before moving to Joseph Eastham Secondary Modern in 1966. Shortly after leaving school and starting work i moved to Kearsley (then Bury & Blackburn where i now live) but never really came back.I lived at the lower end of Hilton Lane just past the railway bridge/farm from birth (1955) until 1972.

Your picture of the "new" precinct at Little Hulton on the web site has brought back memories. I had forgotten about the cafe within the building as you came in to the precinct from the main road.

My earliest memory was my parents calling at the precinct shops on our way back from visiting relatives in Farnworth. As a treat we used to go to the pet shop to look at the owners caged monkey which was quite a rarity. I seem to recall that it was stolen for a period at one point but was later returned to the shop.

I also remember builders constructing the old peoples bungalows opposite Hilton Lane Primary when i first started at the school. Also we used to raise money for a swimming pool which was constructed within the school and opened the year after i left.