Mavis Wyvill (nee Allick): Salisbury Street

Mavis and Les Allick, Salisbury Street 1950

I was born in Salisbury Street. The war had just finished so it was still pretty tough for our parents. Food was still on ration, but we all got by because we had good neighbours. We all played together in the street most days and sometimes our mams were out with us until the lamplighter came. We used to have yearly trips to Seaton-A big treat back then! Our milk came by horse and cart, but our Fentimans ginger beer jars came by van. My mam shopped at Crawfords, which became Wilks on Welford Street corner and at Jackie Knaggs. We used to get ice-cream from DiCarlo’s on the corner of Derby Street. Pickering’s pawn shop was on our street. There used to be big queue’s down our street on a Monday. Probably still feeling the effects of the war years, they needed a bit of help ’till pay day and the corner shops gave tick (which would’ve been handy back then). We got our clothes from Niman’s and our sweets from Taffy Turner’s.

I went to Newport school as did my bothers, Albert and Les. The bobby used to cross us at The Acklam. Our mam washed Monday’s and Friday’s, carbonated the step white and scrubbed a half circle, as most women in the street did.

I remember all nicely kept houses and streets around Newport. They even emptied the tin baths in the alleys on a Sunday ready for wash day. I seem to remember very clean alleys. We left when I was in junior school, but all my memories of living there are happy ones.

My gran Esther Grainger and my grandad Frank lived in Welford Street. The house was on its own with a building next to it. Before the street started she told us that the works manager once lived there, and the stable next door was used for his horse. Hers was the only house with a parlour and the long passage had a door half way, with a shelf still on. She said that the men used to go there for their wages from the iron works.

She moved in there in 1914 and met my dad when he used to go to his dads shop on Newport Road/Disraeli Street. My grandad worked somewhere over the 40ft road. My mam sometimes took his dinner over. My gran said living through two wars brought the community even closer. The women all looked out for each other, and quite a few houses around there were bombed, so it was a hard time for them all. My gran loved it there. She worked in a shop on Carter Street and knew most people. She moved when my grandad died in 1968, so would have been on Welford Street for fifty four years.

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