That's me at the bottom right, taken at St. Stephens Gateacre.
Right little trouble-maker if I ever saw one. Lol.
That's me at the bottom right, taken at St. Stephens Gateacre.
Right little trouble-maker if I ever saw one. Lol.
Days gone by. Anyone who grew up before 1970s might remember when local parishes had Rose Queens. The community would vote to nominate a Rose Queen and it was an honour to be chosen. Families would be very proud if their daughter was elected.
The previous years Rose Queen would hand down her crown to the new one -as seen in this picture. (the previous Rose Queen seated). It was all very important !
the procession would walk around the district ..
can't imigine any 14 year old girls doing this these days !!
Those times were so much more innocent.
Last edited by lindylou; 09-22-2006 at 02:23 PM.
Rose Queens... I remember having a crush on no names... our Rose Queen
Was you a Rose Queen Lindy ?
Fantastic thread.
Here's a few of mine already floating around this internet highway thingy
Hughes Street. Mill Road Ossie and the nursing home in the background.
Boaler St school. I'm the big lump in the top right.
New Hutte School, Halewood. Once again, I'm the big lump, centre back.
Barons Hey FC, Canny Farm. Big lump, centre back again.
I think I was off my nipples on acid when it was taken. You can't tell
Wedding photie, St Cecilia's, Green Lane. Cracking keks!
Missus and I, 2002
Myself, Mum, big bro' in law and grand nephew, September 2006
Dave, what year is the New Hutte Photo, I must know some of them on the photo?
" If you know your history, then you would know where you coming from".
"I could have been a footballer - but I had a paper round"..Yosser Hughes
John, I think it was 1965 just before we moved to Canny. The teacher on the left is Mrs Allen. Her dad was Lord Mayor of Liverpool at the time, Herbert Allen. BTW, do you recall a lad called Eric Chin? The family name sounds Chinese, but he was a black lad, my best friend at the time. He moved to Canada around 1964/65. I was gutted when he told me he was emigrating, but you don't "verbalise your feelings" to your mate when you're a kid, do you? I've made a few enquiries as to his whereabouts, but no luck so far.
Some Huyton Kids circa 1980 outside the Roscoe Arms off Renshaw Street.
Last edited by Motorhemp; 09-23-2006 at 01:30 AM. Reason: image problem
my dad & me
Me & my mum in Sefton park.
1950's
Otterspool park. I'm the one on the far left crying !
Last edited by lindylou; 09-23-2006 at 02:08 PM.
The Dolan family c.1908, outside the family home in Lusmagh, Co.Offaly.
Back row: Thomas (3rd child), John (7th), Edward (5th & author of the Lusmagh Fields), Loughlin (8th), Joseph (9th), Michael (4th), Daniel (2nd) & Cousin Steve Couglin.
Front row: Patrick (1st), Mary (6th), Uncle Dan (home from Australia), Margaret & William.
That cottage that they are outside is where my dad was born and my grandad was the third from the right on the back row,the vast majority of my family are Irish and I rarely get to see them now because they are all so spread out.
The Lusmagh Fields So Green
This poem was written by Edward Dolan (my grandfather's brother) in 1908 and he posted it home while en route to Australia, via Liverpool and London, with the instructions that his cousin Stephen Coughlan should write music for it, which he did. It has become the Lusmagh Parish anthem.
Edward Dolan left for Australia with his uncle Dan (who had come home from Melbourne) after a farewell party. Edward and Dan Dolan are pictured on the Dolan family photograph in the 'Photo Album' which was taken outside the family home in Lusmagh, Co.Offaly, prior to them leaving for Australia.
In London town I do lie down upon my bed to sleep.
When I think of home and how I must roam across the waters deep,
I can't sleep a wink when 'ere I think of home and my cailin,
Ah will I ever more see you astor, or the Lusmagh fields so green.
In my youthful sport I did resort to dear old Foolagh lane,
And it runs in my head the old car shed, I will never see again.
For a long while I'll be an exile until God's will has been
For me to roam back to my home in the Lusmagh fields so green.
In Cruchan Street where I used to meet with the lads so bright and gay,
Where we did conspire to our hearts' desire and always got our way,
Twas through the village I used to pillage while I was that age sixteen,
How I did delight to roam at night through the Lusmagh fields so green.
Where I used to lie when I was a boy just at the Deerpark stile
In Cruchan Wood where I oft times stood with the lads to talk awhile.
Going to 'the sports' I passed Clufan fort where the ghost used to be seen,
But I don't believe that a ghost could live in those Lusmagh fields so green.
In a few days more I'll leave the shore of this great British town
And I'll take my leave with a farewell wave as the Thames I do sail down.
Through Biscay bay I'll sail away and I'll view many a scene,
But I'll see none there that can compare with the Lusmagh fields so green.
Through Gibraltar Strait and Mediterranean great, the Suez and the Red Sea,
Going through Port Said and Arabia's Head, shure it's all like a dream to me,
When I'm far apart, it will break my heart to see all those miles between,
The Deerpark Hill and the ruins of the mill and the Lusmagh fields so green.
On Fremantle's earth not far from Perth I do expect to land,
Where the tiger-snake, it often takes a life on the desert sand,
If it be my lot on that foreign spot, to lie and never be seen
But when I die may my soul fly, to the Lusmagh fields so green.
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