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Just
reflecting on my boyhood days spent in Liverpool in the forties.ÌýÌý
What then seemed long hot summers...
ÌýCatching the number 5 tram from Smithdown Road,Ìýto the Pier Head
on aÌýSunday Morning, to catch the New Brighton ferry.ÌýStanding in
long queues on the landing stage for the New Brighton ferry.ÌýÌý
It
used to be so busy then with families going to New Brighton for
the day, the ferry was always the old cattle boat, people would
stand shoulder to shoulder on it for the journey across the Mersey.
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We
would then spend all day in New Brighton open air swimming baths.
Then before the return Journey home, a walk around the old open
air fair ground where the old tower stood. Ìý Then there was a long
wait in queues for a ferry back to Liverpool.Ìý
I also remember the one
legged man that used to dive off the pier into the riverÌýat
New Brighton for penniesÌýfrom the crowds waiting for the ferry back
to Liverpool, then the tramcar back home feeling very tired.
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