I came from Miles Ploatting. I was born in 1951, I was four and a half, so it was the spring of 1956. I don’t remember much about Miles Platting. My first memory is the move. I remember the big van.

There was no school. The school board came to see my mam and said I’d have to go in a coach, which picked us up from Bowness Road and took us to Magdalena Street in Heywood. I was only five, so my mam was worried. There were adults on there looking after us.After about eight months, Demense was finished.

The new house had two bedrooms,  front garden. Small back garden. I lived in it until I got married. My mum and dad thought it was great because it was so modern. I’m still in Langley now.

There was no parks when we moved here at the bottom of bonus seals farm, and they would let us go on there and have picnics. When I was about six, a family moved in next door with three lads and there’d be no one to play with before then. I’d hang about with them getting in trouble.

My mum would be looking for me and she’d be saying “She’ll be with those bloody lads!”.

As the estate grew we’ve got shops and the bus Terminus was right outside my house.

Then parks – Threlkeld Park was the first one. And then it developed and grew from there.

When I was about seven or eight years old, on a Saturday, we could get the bus to the Palace in Middleton. It was threepence to get there. And what you had leftover you could treat yourself. By then I’d got more friends because more people have moved up. We all got on.

When we got older, 11 or 12 ish we’d walk across the fields to Heaton Park, we climb over the fence in Swinton Park, and we spend the day there, and come home shattered.

We were free then can’t do that now. We would go at 11 o’clock and be back by eight o’clock would go is a gang – seven or eight of us. Jam butties and a bottle of water and we would feel like we’d really been somewhere.

Margaret H