Memories by Mona Davies
1930, the year I was born: Crumpsall hospital was the place. Then down to our shop in the village of Blackley, where I lived for the next 30 years. A wonderful childhood and young adult years, wonderful memories with very few fears.
To improve the area (or so we were told), new homes to be built
as ours were too old. Folk had to move they had no choicem with regret they went, cos they had no voice.
Then 50 years on I walked through the village – oh so sad, thinking of the wonderful childhood I’d had. Our shop has long gone, our street name too. The industries, shops and churches we knew, with our clubs, friends and community too.
Now, over to new, houses and people, the one constant thing, the
Parish church steeple, but we can’t go back and things must move on, with hope and confidence for everyone.
The hearts and minds and spirit of folk, will make a new village with progress and hope. Young folk and old folk all have their worth, to make a community, salt of the earth