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i am quite new to this site my family came from downall green how do you get in touch with someone who posts a question

i have a lowe in my family her name was jo nes beforew she married and she came from downall green her name was maggie

Hi, I am researching my family history and part of the Copland family came from Wigan. My great grandfather was born in Dicconson Street in Wigan. Can anyone tell me something of the history of that street? He seemed to belong to a big family of drapers in the 1880's who all seemed to live in that street.

Really interesting site

Diana Douglas

Hi all,
Any site that brings together old friends and family is a great site in my book....A big hello to all my old friends in Standish, Wigan, Shevy, And Appley Bridge.....and to the Cheetham family will be in touch.
Any body remember Georges fishing tackle shop in Frog lane.

all the best to everyone....keep smiling.
Derek Bannister "Banny"

I just saw an old message from Derek Bannister now resident on The Gold Coast, Australia. Do you know me and my brother Neil Cheetham? I think I know you. Did we call you "Banny" in those days?

My name is Alan Cheetham. Please get in touch here or per email at:

armand_60320@yahoo.com

Even if you are not Banny, please let me know.

Alan

This is a message for Bryan Baybutt who posted a message here in March 2007. Bryan, did you grow up in Inward Drive, Shevington? Do you have a brother in Inward Drive called Alan? Did you know me and my brothers? I knew a lad called Bryan Baybutt when I was growing up in Shevington.The family lived at the top of our street.

I have lived in Germany for 27 years now but I still go home to Wigan. All this time has passed and sometimes when I take stock of my life, I thin, "I'm still a proper Wiganer".

If you read this, Bryan and you feel you know me, please write back.

Alan

I am searching for decendants of William and Ann (nee Green) Barratt - sometimes spelt Baratt or Barrett. They had 7 sons Jonathan, Ambrose, William, James, Edmund, Alfred and George, born between 1868 and 1872. Ann died in 1884 and William remarried a year later to Esther Hannah Hall, a widow. They had a son, Josiah, in 1887. There was also a daughter, Ann Green Barratt, born 1884/5 - I'm not sure which of William's wives was her mother. They lived first at 63 Wigan Road, Aspull, and then (by 1891)on ?Warrington Road, Ince. I am George's granddaughter. He lost/severed contact with his family in the early 1900s and my mother and uncle never knew their Barratt relatives. If any of you are still out there I would love to hear from you.

A great site I am on it every day.Would like to contact anyone who knew me in the 1950s&60s,in those days I was Eileen Shaw.would also like to hear from relations and friends

Does anybody remember me from Wigan. I left Wigan 27 years ago on the 27th of August 1980.

I was born in Beech Hill in 1957 and grew up in Shevington.

Would be great to just hear from anyone who remembers going to school in Shevington in the 1960-70s.

Did anyone attend Wigan Technical College in between 1976-1980?

Alan

I am trying to fill in memories. I lived Golborne 1953 time, we owned business opposite police station. My dad had outside catering and had a canteen and shower block for the miners. Bernard and Ann Talbot were there names. I am desperate to remember name of school and friends etc. so if there is anyone out there who has a better memory, love to hear from you. Pat Talbot I was then. I am 61 now. My brothers lived in Wigan, Kenny and Eric Talbot

great site. I am searching for a family called crewe, from up holland, parents owned a shop. Interested in catching up with jackie and janet crewe as they were. I met and went out with jackie in 1975 onwards till we lost touch as I was in army

EXCELLENT SITE I LOOK AT THE SITE REGULARLY.BRINGS BACK MEMORIES. MESSAGE TO JEFF SHEPHERD. ARE YOU THE SAME WHO I USED TO MATE AROUND WITH AND GO TO ALL SAINTS SCHOOL WITH IF SO PUT YOUR E-MAIL ADDRESS ON THE SITE AND I WILL CONTACT YOU. KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK WITH THE SITE.

Brilliant site, keep it up

Pictures of Hindley Green County Primary School (now Hindley Green Community Primary School), Park High Secondary School (formerly Hindley and Abram Grammar School now PDC), Leigh College (now Wigan and Leigh College) and Bolton Institute for Higher Education - BIHE (now Bolton University as of 2003) can be found at the link above.

Thank you so much. What a great site. Finaly found out when and where my great great grandfather Charles Kneller died and where he is buried.

love reading every ones comments

Im just browsing hoping to find paul from goose green who ive never met but was in touch by mistaken txt hes a member of jjb gym,this is a good site interesting we should have somethin like this covering eccles, salford and areas.

to JOSIE WELL DONE. YOUR SO RIGHT THAT,S ONE NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN. BROUGHT A LUMP TO MY THROAT

Just to say thanks to Anothony Walker for posting the Wooden Bowl on my behalf.
I hopes it makes people take a little time out to consider other peoples feelings.

Can someone please post THE WOODEN BOWL on the Communication page under General 'Old relatives' I'm having difficulty logging in Thanks

The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and
four-year old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There,
Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before
supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the
floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless Then
tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the table cloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,
you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt
on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if
you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I
usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn!