This is the continuing story of one house in Well Hall Road and of the people who lived there including our family.*
Actually it would be another six years before we celebrated Christmas in Well Hall, but why spoil a story?
The weather was less than promising with the Manchester Guardian on Christmas Eve, reporting that it would be “A Very Murky Christmas” with “Fog forecast for much of England and Wales [and] airports closed”.
Going on to comment “Fog to-day, fog to-morrow (though perhaps less) on Boxing Day are the possibilities for the Christmas Holidays in many parts of England and Wales.
Fog yesterday was a certainty,; it affected about thirty counties, It covered nearly twenty thousand square miles stretching from Bournemouth to Durham. It closed Manchester, Birmingham and Liverpool airports and last night was seriously upsetting flights into London Airport.”.
But we were not planning to travel far.
Which leaves me trying to remember how we spent our Christmas that year. I would have been nine my twin sisters just two and a bit and our Jill still a baby.
As happened every year Uncle George would have travelled up from the west country a few days earlier and the day would have unfolded with the presents, breakfast and a walk to Peckham Rye and back, before Christmas dinner and followed by a mix of the telly and board games, of which Monopoly was dominated every Christmas evening.
Like many families we had bought into a television during the 1950s, and while I no longer know when our first one arrived, by 1958 it was an established item.
So that Christmas on BBC we had a series of films, along with variety shows and a ghost tale, which was pretty much replicated by London ITV and Granada.
Setting aside the television that Christmas drew heavily on the traditions experienced by my parents, both of whom were born in the first decades of the last century.
There were still a mix of oranges and nuts in the Christmas stockings which for us were pillow covers, and 1958 might well have been the first year that coloured lights replaced real candles on the tree, although it would be many years before the paper chains and bright paper trees were done away with.
But as ever the bright but fragile glass baubles survived well into the 1980s and were brought out as they had been done every year, with a few additions to take the place of the broken ones.
As for presents, mine were as traditional as they had been each year, with an addition to the train set, an Eagle Annual and an assortment of sweets.
And while I can’t now remember exactly what those presents were I know that the Eagle Annual was number eight and that the lead story was Dan Dare in Operation Moss.
All of which I think is enough.
Location; Well Hall
Pictures; Christmas decorations; from the collection of Catherine Obi, bought at Oxfam, and the Eagle Annual Number 8, with an extract from Operation Moss
*One hundred years of one house on Well Hall Road, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/One%20hundred%20years%20of%20one%20house%20in%20Well%20Hall
**“A Very Murky Christmas”, Manchester Guardian, December 24th, 1958
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