I am back with another picture from the collection of Frank Tomlin.
Frank lived on Dagnal Avenue which is that long road that runs down from Hardy Lane to Cundiff Road and he recently shared some of his photographs from the 1950’s when he was growing up on the avenue.
For me they take me back to my own childhood during that same decade, and this one brings back some very sharp memories.
I think I had a cardigan like that, certainly shared the same floppy hair style and had friends who remained in shorts long after the rest of us got our first pair of long trousers.
And there will be many from that era who also remember that first pair of long trousers which marked the transition from child into grown up.
It was a time when the sun always shone in the summer holidays and adventures consisted of wandering off after breakfast and pretty much not coming home until teatime.
What we did for lunch I can’t remember although on more than one occasion mother prepared a sandwich and one of those small bottles of orange squash you could get the milkman. These were carefully packed in an old ammunition canvas bag which were all the rage one year and were bought from the army surplus shop down the road.
But enough ...... this is beginning to slide into nostalgic tosh and that would never do.
Frank tells me that sometime of the time he and his friends camped out in a tent in their back garden which if you are ten strikes me as an adventure.
Location; Chorlton in the 1950’s
Picture; Frank and friends sometime in the 1950s from the collection of Frank Tomlin
For me they take me back to my own childhood during that same decade, and this one brings back some very sharp memories.
I think I had a cardigan like that, certainly shared the same floppy hair style and had friends who remained in shorts long after the rest of us got our first pair of long trousers.
It was a time when the sun always shone in the summer holidays and adventures consisted of wandering off after breakfast and pretty much not coming home until teatime.
What we did for lunch I can’t remember although on more than one occasion mother prepared a sandwich and one of those small bottles of orange squash you could get the milkman. These were carefully packed in an old ammunition canvas bag which were all the rage one year and were bought from the army surplus shop down the road.
But enough ...... this is beginning to slide into nostalgic tosh and that would never do.
Frank tells me that sometime of the time he and his friends camped out in a tent in their back garden which if you are ten strikes me as an adventure.
Location; Chorlton in the 1950’s
Picture; Frank and friends sometime in the 1950s from the collection of Frank Tomlin
We moved to dagnall avenue in 1958 and my sister still lives in the same house.i had a great childhood in the area
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