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St Walburg''s
My great-grandfather Hugh Bell (born 1854) was the 13th child to be baptised at the then new church. He was later married there in 1874 to an Alice Gradwell from Preston. One of many children of William Gradwell (born 1818) and a descendant from the famous GRADWELL family. I, Brian Freeman, was a painter and decorator and served my apprenticeship with John Corbishley and Sons, 170 North Road, Preston from 1950/1956, and was not aware when Corbishleys decorated St Walburge's Church that my family had any connection with the said church.
A memory of Preston contributed by brian freeman
Preston Docks
Memories of Preston docks. 1959 I started work at 15 at Geest Ind as a banana selector until 18, then trained as crane driver for Preston Corporation as a dockside crane driver. Also as mobile crane driver until Preston docks closed. On Saturday and Sunday I worked pulp boats, end of shift the pulp gang had a whip round, tanner a man, for the driver as driver was not on piecework like the dockers were. As I look at my 35 cine of Preston docks, I have happy memories of gone by.
A memory of Preston contributed by james pickup
Preston, Fishergate c1965
We are sure that the policeman standing in his box doing point duty was our dad, PC Mcginty or number 100. He was a policeman for forty years with Preston borough and we and a lot of Preston people have fond memories of him standing in that spot.
Waiting room
In Spring 1948 I caught my finger in a folding chair at school and by the evening an abscess had formed. It was so painful that because our doctor's surgery was already closed my father took me to the Infirmary, but we landed in the maternity department, where we were really out of place! The next day we went again, and as there were no penicillin tablets in those days I had to have injections morning and evening and had to wait for them on a hard bench in the very crowded waiting room where there were all manner of patients, most of them far worse off than I. On Saturday mother took me to see the doctor in the ...read more here
A memory of Preston contributed by Diana Dioszeghy