Greenough Street

Oh! and one of his daughters occupation was down as a Cork Soaker. Must admit Ive never come across that occupation. Wrong Spelling maybe? I never said that! its your mind workin overtime, teehee. Hic!

well it says beer seller in the Wigan Directory, I have never seen the term 'ale seller' on any census records up to 1891. Technically you are probally correct,I dont matter what they call it just drink it. cheers, steven.

My Grandads local was one of them . The Rose and Crown at the top of Greenough St.A penny a pint he used to tell me.He never forgive the jerries for bombing it.

right first time S C.

What Mr. Higham refers to as beer was probably ale. At the time of Mr. Highams great great grandfather there were hundreds perhaps thousands of ale houses in Wigan and district. Ladies who couldn't make a living any other way would brew ale from malt and also they would make gin. They would use there homes as Ale Houses. later when hops were introduced to the brew it was called beer. It is said that in the late 1800s and early 1900s there were over 130 ale houses in Scholes.

Hi, Cliff. Guess it runs in the familly then. Oops sorry I've read it again. I thought you said beer swiller not beer seller. Hic! Hic!

Hey,wow!! My GT GT gandad is mentioned on here, in the 1869 Directory, lived at 61, School St, he was a 'beer seller' good on yer James, I,m still drinkin your beer, I always thoughtI got this drinkin habit, its in the blood, cheers, james.

Sam Bass alive and kicking .. well tapping his feet slowly. Fieplace shop Darlington St. Watch out for that bucket Sam.

Hey !! where is everybody? we all cant have passed on. I,ve not my condolences if you have, you,ll be sorely missed. Oh, degs,are you still snowed in, its been bad your side I heard, I remember as a kid prayin it would snow ' dear god please drop 3 ft of it tonight or I wont believe in you anymore, so there! it didnt so I didnt Where.s young Kath? the potato lobber. adaoes anybody remember the group 'The Undertakers' used to walk on stage with a coffin, I saw them a few times in the Transport club in town, same time as the 'Vaqueros' and the 'Beat boys' they were good at the time. Come on, lets keep this room goin. bloo

Dangnabit, missed it Red,bottle of Rye headin for the sunset Cheers Red, I,m a bit miffed,I cant deny, but well spotted.

There was a time Red Sails when Blackpool was the Las Vegas of the North.Still is on a sunny day.

Get in here before Bloomoon. 300th comment what. Canada ..whats all that about.. b.rubbish. Cowd windy too much space daft. Degs ..Degs who. Wigan pop groups..b. rubbish. Only good one Long Short & Tall. Bob McKinley great..I was waltzing, with my darling….to the bootiful Tennessee walz…great. Come on Bob sing it lad. Boo Sandside..Blackopool.. whats all that about. Only good thing about Blackpool is the road out.

got me mate. didnt say you were as sober as a judge. didnt say yoo got paid. it was honky tonk women. last saw you disappearing thro the door dragged by a skinny red haired floozy. must have blown your nose then she bloo your mind.

Is that you Joe?? I cant remember singin in Morris st club, I cant remember singin anywhere, I cant sing, then again after 10 o'clock everybody was singin.

speykin er yung cliford a used av a pen neer im down bit duugy in thowd days. cep mi pijuns theer. ay yung cliford as e wuz then ad a pen of is oown. wun er mi ferits coked toes up tuther neet. wife sed pur i int pot wi spuds an unyun bi jus like lobis. i wur beter.

remember cliff higham singing in morris street club.

Thats going back a bit but their must be some around who remember the Manchester to Blackpool run on a Saturday night.

Howdy Sol.Nice to hear from you again .We thought youd dropped off the end of the world.There was a time when Greenough Streeters thought they had done iff they went further than Blackpool.Can anyone remember the Blackpool Belle train service from Wigan North West on Saturday nights.Ah Well gotta be mosying along.I O SILVER.

Well the saga of Greenough Street memories careers onwards and indeed enters a new phase. The wild west of Scholes, up pops the Lone Ranger, his trusty mucker Tonto and Buffalo Bill. And where is Bu Sandside in all this – overcome by nostalgia no doubt. Degs has conquered the frozen waste of Canada and Mexican bandit Braz Munkee is worrying about his manhood but has been reassured by the street guru – Professor Critchley. Meanwhile Bloomoon has faded to Bloo and so it appears has his love affair with K. Bridge. What now! Sam Bass has been spotted entering a house of ill repute on Mesnes Road – sounds like the Brocket. Cliff H. waxes lyrical over the Seddon sisters – could love be in the air with Spring just around the bend. Watch this space – as Winter warms up – will Greenough Street memories? – hot love for Bloomoon maybe – cold climes for Degs – and Brass Monkeys for all.

I did once but only afer going on the previously mentioned pub crawl.

Did know that Mr Critchley but never saw any man o wars sailing on the duggy.Are you an history teacher by any chance.

Reuters; Sam the Bass was spotted entering his home or could have been a house of ill repute, 11-05am Monday last, Mesnes road, close to the Brocket.

sorry to hear you lost your impetus,mr monkee, have you reported it to the police. if you,ve had it stamped and somebody just dumped it, they,ll know its yours and they,ll let you know, tell all your friends to have their impetus stamped. good luck.

For the benefit of The Lone Ranger and Mr Munkee, a brass monkey is a brass frame used for holding iron cannon balls. They were used on the old wooden ships of war. When it got very cold the iron balls would contract and fall out of the brass frame. Hence the term. Mr Munkee could indeed go to Canada without worrying unduly about losing his impetus.

You mean if'n I ride my hoss down greenough st to the bottom I'll fall off the edge of the world?

Hi. Ho. Silver away. But its a long way from Greenough St.

Gez eez Mehico for me then Greengo.

Degs I was born in 1952 , It must have been about 1964 I was on about climbing into the woodyard and that smell of wood and shavings ! there was also a chute you could slide down . Jack

jean seddon married my uncle gorden roper and hello 2 jack horrock

Canada in winter will freeze the balls off a brass monkey.Try Mexico.

Well Degs I guess old Bloomoom beat me to it. I was a thinkin thet you were the Looone Ranger and Terry R. was Tonto but I can see old Bloomoon thar a disappearing in the distance on his old trusty fixed wheel pushbyke. Shuks!

Well Ozy that's abig question and as for Canada I have no regrets now there's always downsides to consider this country is so big the climate is different depending where youare.Don't consider any move on climate alone it's the lifestyle that's more important. Hope thats enough because that's a huge decision.

Too true, 'KEMO SABY' made me smile anyway, nice one

Its too far away from Wigan.

Hiya Degs. What is the climate like in Fernie? Been contempating moving abroad. Never considered Canada till I read your bit. Any down sides?

yes jack good thoughts ,I remember doing all those things too.Do you remember the colored waxxy crayon stuff in the woodyard and there was a swing inside one of the rooms where you landed on these hard sacks and they made your eyes sting.I can,t recall your face what year where u born? Degs from Burlington St.

I was only a kid when I knew Mararet she helped her mother in the shop, Jean was younger.I dont know much of their life after the school days. I did get an E-Mail from Jean a couple of weeks ago asking me to let her know if another St Georges reunion was bein arranged and to let her know where an when, she told me Margaret was living in Tenerife but had recently come home as she had been ill and that she would love to come an meet some old school friends, thing is I didnt arrange the last one so, dunno, I,ll try to find out, I think it was arranged through "Friends United" Am I mistaken but is that 'Graham' Abbot? name rings a bell.

It also makes me titter every time i cross the duggie , how good we were at getting footballs out of the duggie that had been kicked in while playing footie in St Georges school yard . It was a real art and we nearly always had it out before it went under Greenough st Bridge . Jack horrocks

Yeah Jack, George Seddon played a bit of rugby as well. Think he had spells both at Orrell and Wigan RU. Also saw him knocking about at Aspul RU when he was a ref. He had two sisters who went to St Georges, Margaret and Jean. Cliff Higham must have known the Seddons pretty well. He may feel the need to comment on what they are all doing at the moment.

I was born in turner St. and went to St Georges , i have remember Lewis which whey called a milk bar and was always playing music . They made their own ice cream . I also delivered papers for i think their name was dowlings on the dridge at Greenough St. It was the time when douglas house was just built . I also remember asking people to mind thier cars for the rugby and when i had enough money used to watch the game in the Hen Pen. I also remember the time when all the houses where being demolished around Orchar Street area and that musty smell coming from them . We also played in the wood yard next to st Georges playground , there was a fence we climed over from the Infants side . I also spent alot of time on the field opposite St Georges playing tennis on the courts in summer and football in winter . I also remember conkering in the plantations . Seddons had a shop on turner Street at the junction with Burlington St . Their son George was a teacher at Aspull Secondary . I remember the walking days when we had to get up early and put out the chairs on Greenough street to get a good spek for my grand parents . Great days . Jack Horrocks

White Xmas. How do you manage to read iff your illiterate.

EE Bluemoon you don't seem to be having much luck with your poetry challenge. Must be lots of illiterates who read the site. Must see what I can do for you.

I,m sorry, I just know it ur no poet dont give up ur day job,but good try I think.

There was an old lady from Kent, Up to Greenough Street Wigan she went, She was homeless and brassic to boot, But with skills incredibly rare, She paid her way as a masseur, And Cliff H. came up with the loot.

I was standing outside MaNabs chippy one evening with my friend Sheila eating chips. A bloke approached us with a carrier bag full of tinned salmon,said his name was Jiz or something like that. Said he was a market trader and the tins were all he had left after working on Wigan market. He wanted some cash to buy a fish supper.Like mugs me and Sheila clubbed together and bought the tins for a quid or so. We thought we would make a packet selling them. We went to my aunties in Kay Street and sold her a can which she opened to give us a butty. The can was full of beans - so were the rest. I had to live off beans for the next week. Couldn't look at a bean again for 10 years.

earlier post by chris re greenough st poets I,m not a good poet but I can start one off anyone you can add another line or two, ok here goes, doesnt have to be a saga. There was an old lady of Kent Who,s legs were terribly bent

Nope

Hi Cliff. Where & when are you having your do. Has anybody signed up yet.

Iv,e been asked to arranged another St Georges veterans meet up, I cant arrange flowers,so any suggestions would be helpful as for a date, I do know St Georges mothers birthday is on the 2nd Tues in December, anybody interested ??

Greenough St. and Central Park go hand in glove.Does anybody remember going in the hen pen and buying a programme for sixpence all in.Shovelling the snow off the pitch so a match could be played.Trying to watch a game when you could hardly see the half way line for fog.Never seeing wigan lose at home.GREAT DAYS.