Photo-a-Day  (Saturday, 14th June, 2025)

Thanks Dennis, Joan will be pleased with this one. Where she lived until we married in 1969, this will bring back many fond memories Marra.

Doesn't that look like a very nice place to be ?.A very ' green & pleasant land ' photo Dennis . Top marks !

Lovely pic Dennis

Beautiful and proud to live in one of Wigan's best and cared for community.

I would make the most of seeing beautiful places like this in many years to come or even sooner all of this wont be like this anymore.

That's a beautiful scene and must be such a lovely place to live. I love the name, Moss Pit Row, too. Not Moss Mine Row or Moss Colliery Row....just Moss Pit....proud and homely and exactly right.

My Grandparents lived in Moss Pit row ,John and Esther Barker , when my grandparents died my Uncle Thomas continued to rent it and live there ,till he passed away, his wife still lives there now.
They all have gardens now at the rear, the landlord bought a strip of land off the farmer some years ago.
Always remember when it was fields in the early 60s , the cows used to lick the window panes , and put their heads though if the windows were open , grandma used to push their heads back with the sweeping brush lol'
I also remember the staircase too, was very steep , you needed a set of brakes coming down.
So when I started in the building trade as a joiner , a few years later , I fitted a open plan, pine staircase in for my Uncle , and there still going strong today.
Some lovely memories of Moss Pit , nice photo Dennis thanks.
There are some photos on the families section under Barker Family on Wigan World, taken at Moss Pit.

Thanks for directing me to look at your Album pics again David.
England was a different place back then & its always good to remember & see what it was like.
All the best.

David, I like that story about the cows pushing their heads through through the open window. I can just see your grandma shooing them out with the brush.
Little memories like David’s stick in your mind forever. I remember my mam many years ago sitting on a three legged stool in our tiny kitchen looking very vexed and swearing she would never pluck another chicken as long as she lived!….but she did of course.

That was so funny about the cows pushing their heads through the window!
My daughter lives in an isolated house on Lewis and they often get sheep staring in through the glass door. When they first moved they had a "regular" who Ashley called "Doris" and Doris would have gone in given half a chance! Animals are so inquisitive and so funny. A lovely story, David.

A cow with its head through the kitchen window in the morning would give anyone a surprise.
David we once had a holiday at a farm cottage and the cows whenever coming in for milking, would always stop to lick our cars body and windows, the farmer said they were after minute deposits of salt, though that was in a coastal area and you could taste salt in the air. So maybe it was salt or other mineral deposit, left on the windows of your grandparent's cottage when they were washed, that had attracted the cows to lick them.

Irene, hope there is never a ram around, because if it ever saw its own reflection in the glass door, it may then try to butt it.

Dennis, I know how your mam felt, as you couldn't surmise how many feathers could be on a chicken until you pluck one, and the downy ones get up your nose and everywhere. A big fat hen could end up looking like a scrawny pigeon after being plucked.

Moss Pit Row looked to be well kept Dennis like there nearby neighbours Dukes Row.Cyril I’ve just replied to your comment on Colin’s photo of Boars Head Farm Lane thank you,David it’s a good job the cow didn’t poke it’s head through my Grandmas kitchen window as it might have been sawn off,joking of course.

A chicken was a rare treat for us in those days Cyril, it only came our way because a kindly neighbour had a Pen behind the houses in which he grew veg and kept chickens. We got the odd chicken and surplus veg.
Nowadays chicken comes plucked, skinned, packed in plastic and ready to cook.
The good old days were good, but they were hard work for the woman of the house.

Thanks everyone for your replies to my comment , some funny things you remember , when looking at photographs .