MILE OAK

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AGAIN MORE REMINISCENCES

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MILE OAK

Up towards the farm was the upper part of a bus with an open staircase which  all the kids used to play in.  Can’t remember if we were allowed to play upstairs.

Remember the new infants school next to St Nicolas junior school, this was my first introduction to school.  A Ms. York who lived in Stanley Avenue was our teacher, she lived opposite Sefton Road.

I remember a Miss Mckenzie who taught us in infants school, she went off to Germany.

I wonder who inherited Mr. Painters house and why they permitted it to be demolished - it would have made a wonderful tea rooms.  I remember knocking on the side door and peering into the huge downstairs room (or it seemed huge at the time). Mr. Painter was a dapper looking white haired gent, and Mrs Painter a tubby somewhat scruffy old women..... an odd couple really. I loved their garden, at one time there would have been a wonderful layout of flowers and plants. I also remember it becoming overgrown.

Coming up the hill out of the Old Village, I remember the houses on the bend, it was a nasty turn for the buses, but very scenic. I wonder how the owners of those houses felt every time a bus went up or came down the hill wondering if it might hit their house - especially in winter time.

I remember the garage, the Mile Oak Inn and the ruins of the Pickle Factory. Prior to the Mile Oak Inn being built we three brothers would take our soap box cart to the top of the hill above where the pub now stands and take turns flying down the ant hill covered slopes and invariably coming a cropper.

I also remember we would also push old tyres to the top of the hill and let them go, rolling faster and faster and bounding into the air as they bounced over the uneven ground. On more than one occasion they would crash through the wire fencing at the bottom - we would then make ourselves scarce.

Hi I remember so much about Mile Oak. Christmas was a big event as my Dad, Fred Patching, was Father Christmas and he was helped by a big Red Indian.  

I also remember the baths of paraffin in our garden in which we used to soak the torches for procession through Mile Oak on bonfire night.

How about the Brownies and the Girl Guides who used to meet in the ‘tin hut’? Also the youth club in the ‘tin hut’ that all the youngsters used to attend.

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