Loved it! I’m a Salford lad myself, born a good while later, 1978. I lived in the remaining terraced houses for the first years of my life before living above a few Salford pubs that my mum and dad ran. Loved hearing this guys story, he had it hard but I’m glad life worked out for him. Great film. X
I am Salford lad lived just off Liverpool St Seedley, 50s and 60s, and his story sound very familiar from the lads I used to know then. But I was lucky I would not have changed my childhood in Salford for anyones. I look at my old school photo and tell myself, "No matter what our background and those that put us down. We did it and had a good life".
My older brother Michael lived in a tall block off flats in salford ,he lived on the top flat ,and looking out the window you could see old Trafford ground, wonderful memories
It's True, I was born in Salford in 1964 and lived in Brassington street, Ordsall until around 1969/70 before moving to edgehill close ,Salford 6. Great to reminiss about the old place and walking with my dad across that bridge to old trafford with my dad. ( Frank McGeechan ) was a docker and then later worked at Kraft oils on Trafford park. My nana ( Margaret Mitchell ) lived on feebie street I think it was called. I remember knocking around all the houses as they were being demolished around us, we all had cellars I remember where the boogeyman lived. Was christened in st Clements and went to Liverpool Street infants school. It was getting quite rough fairly quickly in Salford 6 near to the precinct and my big brother was mugged and money was stolen from him by some local lads from the Potts family. I remember the police coming in and my dad telling them to sort it all out or he would ( and he would have ! ) He said he'd had enough and moved us all to his home town in Scotland, my poor mum Joan Mitchell who was Born and bread in Ordsall, She seemed to have no choice and had to uproot from her family and everyone she knew, she was so unhappy I think, she did come to love the place eventually and appreciated the quite life next to the sea. Sadly they are now both gone but I have very fond memories of my life there. I still have many extended family members in and around Salford, Irlam , Altricham,whitefield and Sale.,
I come from Manchester, just across the road from Salford (Cheetham Hill). Same streets, same houses, same lives, same people same dismal prospects for the working man. I left in 1964 when I was 17; I joined the army (only way a poor boy could get out of Manchester at the time). I never went back to it all. I am in Australia today and the two lives don’t compare. I have no sentimental longing or wistful affection for Manchester in any way shape or form "(it was a dirty old town") other than the people who (at that time) were hard working and honest and a joy to be with, however, reading the M.E.N today (on line) tells me that, that is not the case anymore. What really warmed my heart about this video, is that this man, not only survived a terrible early life, but he went on to carve out a good life for himself, and also his family. I think that he and his wife can only thank each other for that because I know that it would not have been easy for either of them. I pray that the Lord keeps blessing them both and all their family.
My childhood was a dream compared to this. So much can be learned from people's shared life stories,good and bad experiences. To see someone come through it all,and be happy and content,lovely wife and family,gives a positive message of faith and hope. Thanks for posting this film!!
I was born in '71 in Brighton, still live in hove. As this fella said., he went out in morning & stayed out all day. Exactly how me & my pals were, bunking into footy, BMX's, skateboarding & knocking on doors for car wash or small odd jobs for extra cash. Kids today stay in on games consoles these days. Glad I was born when I was. Much more fun than these days.
I'm from Burnley originally and I have memories of walking miles with my dad, going to pick coal from the spoil heaps of Hapton Valley colliery. We ended up in Salford. Life was hard as it was for everybody - grim even. We ended up in Pendleton, bog outside, bitten to death by bed bugs every night. Eventually we were re-housed in some nice flats in Nursery Street. I went to Boniface school and then Broughton Modern. As hard as it was, I think of Salford as home. My childhood memories were good. I had a lot of happy times. I miss the shops of Broad Street, Cross Lane and the old places but I guess it needed re-developing. I sound like an old git and almost a coffin-dodger. This was a great little video and I relate to these stories. Funny how you can be sentimental about a place full of dark memories isn't it? I claim to be a Salfordian and it will always be 'home'.
I'm not in or from Salford, but not far away just a little bus ride, but this was lovely to watch, and I'm so glad you got your happy ever after, I used to go to Salford market with my Mum in a Saturday I loved it, you and the Mrs stay well and happy.
Great film im salford born and bred im only 40 and the changes that have happened are amazing to me i cant imagine how different the place looks to him
I was born in 67' and lived in Higher Broughton. I left when I was 18, but I've never met people like it anywhere, some really salt of the Earth and some jack the lads, but real people. I think growing up in a poor, urban environment can be a blessing and a curse-I miss it and wish it hadn't happened!
I can safely say that when we all get to a certain point in later life where we have stories of memories growing up and alot of emotion going back to places you know from childhood
what a wonderful story... of a wonderful man. he is not bitter.just matter of fact... thanks youfor your story... if I started writing my story. I reckon it would be a best sellar...his wife sums up a typical salfordian boy....wonderful.
I was born and raised in Salford back in the 50's / 60's and apart from a few years in the RAF, have lived there to this day. I'm now living in the Quays area, or Ordsall to those who know, and I can't begin to describe the transformation this place has undergone over the past 30 years or so, ( not for the better, in my personal opinion ). The only real link to the past now is the famous Salford Lads Club, which is just a couple of minutes from my address.
All those bad memories and his upbringing made him a better man the man he is today I salute you sir I too didn't have the best upbringing without a mother but I survived thanks to my wonderful father I am a better person and I am happy😊
Lived in salford as a kid until the docks shut...then went posh and moved to stretford...tarmac roads and inside bog 🚽 😀😷 have lasting memory of my dad showing me how to work the swing bridge and where the mortuary room was for the canal in the wall round from White city motors🏍️
Pity it went all downhill in the eighties...housing associations took over...dirty nappies and litter strewn in all the entries...people wouldn't use their bins. No pride in anything.
We use to do car minding lol but my cousins older brother use to come along and ask us Who's car has the best loot the fucker lol, after abit customers never trusted us lol
Outstanding piece of human history. I'm just sad that that upward mobility enjoyed by people from that time (the baby boom generation) is just not possible now. Those guys could join the military or join a large company, and be assured a rung on the ladder...from flat,to house,to nicer house. Nowadays things are much much harder,and i don't think a lot of that older generation quite realise it. Just as an example,when my father,at the time a captain in the royal marines bought the first family house (with me a babe in arms and nut sister on the way,they mortgaged a house for £35,000....a sum my grandad though was insane, on my dad's wages at the time of around £15,000 a year. Just imagine that. That same house,still in the family was last valued at over £600,000. The cheapest reasonable family flat in the area I live will be very cheap and rare at around£150,000....and me and my wife combined earn about £70,000....with living expenses easily quadruple what they were in the 80s,.not to mention working jobs that are never secure like they once were... Yes i think that boomed generation should really consider how lucky they were.
if you want to go shopping now in salford you need to wear pj,s or a stained pink tracki with 4 day pizza down it . and if you want to get in home bargains you need the smell of weed .
Sorry mate but that's a snoop dog slogan saying " you can take the G out the hood but you can't take the hood out the G. Make ur own awthentic line up mate no one likes a copycat
Get a grip, how old is the fella? Looking back on his past.......Old bugger prob never heard of snoop dog....what a muppet you are, presume your under 40? Think before you type to the world....arrogance of youth..."We said it all first...the world listens and copy's us!" It was spinning before you and I landed on it mate...an before Rap was even thought of....Nearly everything has been said before. IDIOT.. Snoop prob copied him!!!
Fled to Oxford ? well done that man . Oxford is lovely
Same in Dublin pal. I feel you. Families. Who needs them
Loved it! I’m a Salford lad myself, born a good while later, 1978. I lived in the remaining terraced houses for the first years of my life before living above a few Salford pubs that my mum and dad ran. Loved hearing this guys story, he had it hard but I’m glad life worked out for him. Great film. X
I am Salford lad lived just off Liverpool St Seedley, 50s and 60s, and his story sound very familiar from the lads I used to know then. But I was lucky I would not have changed my childhood in Salford for anyones. I look at my old school photo and tell myself, "No matter what our background and those that put us down. We did it and had a good life".
@@jimrogers5774 really enjoyed this story of yesteryear, can relate to, it all, having been born in salford just after the war
I lived in Kersal and then down in the Precinct. Tough times, tough people, but salt of the earth.
My older brother Michael lived in a tall block off flats in salford ,he lived on the top flat ,and looking out the window you could see old Trafford ground, wonderful memories
im salford born n bread for 30 years living in scarborough now this video put a lump in my throat honestly
It's True, I was born in Salford in 1964 and lived in Brassington street, Ordsall until around 1969/70 before moving to edgehill close ,Salford 6. Great to reminiss about the old place and walking with my dad across that bridge to old trafford with my dad. ( Frank McGeechan ) was a docker and then later worked at Kraft oils on Trafford park. My nana ( Margaret Mitchell ) lived on feebie street I think it was called. I remember knocking around all the houses as they were being demolished around us, we all had cellars I remember where the boogeyman lived.
Was christened in st Clements and went to Liverpool Street infants school. It was getting quite rough fairly quickly in Salford 6 near to the precinct and my big brother was mugged and money was stolen from him by some local lads from the Potts family. I remember the police coming in and my dad telling them to sort it all out or he would ( and he would have ! ) He said he'd had enough and moved us all to his home town in Scotland, my poor mum Joan Mitchell who was Born and bread in Ordsall, She seemed to have no choice and had to uproot from her family and everyone she knew, she was so unhappy I think, she did come to love the place eventually and appreciated the quite life next to the sea. Sadly they are now both gone but I have very fond memories of my life there. I still have many extended family members in and around Salford, Irlam , Altricham,whitefield and Sale.,
Nice story. Shows no matter how bad your start, with the right attitude things can work out. Greetings from Seattle.
I come from Manchester, just across the road from Salford (Cheetham Hill). Same streets, same houses, same lives, same people same dismal prospects for the working man. I left in 1964 when I was 17; I joined the army (only way a poor boy could get out of Manchester at the time). I never went back to it all. I am in Australia today and the two lives don’t compare. I have no sentimental longing or wistful affection for Manchester in any way shape or form "(it was a dirty old town") other than the people who (at that time) were hard working and honest and a joy to be with, however, reading the M.E.N today (on line) tells me that, that is not the case anymore. What really warmed my heart about this video, is that this man, not only survived a terrible early life, but he went on to carve out a good life for himself, and also his family. I think that he and his wife can only thank each other for that because I know that it would not have been easy for either of them. I pray that the Lord keeps blessing them both and all their family.
It is the case actually its just MEN only seems to share FEAR and negativity!
My childhood was a dream compared to this. So much can be learned from people's shared life stories,good and bad experiences. To see someone come through it all,and be happy and content,lovely wife and family,gives a positive message of faith and hope. Thanks for posting this film!!
Born in Glasgow1972 raised in salford from 4 years old and still live in salford love the place.Great story 👍
Salford 6 💪Never forget your roots.
I was born in '71 in Brighton, still live in hove.
As this fella said., he went out in morning & stayed out all day. Exactly how me & my pals were, bunking into footy, BMX's, skateboarding & knocking on doors for car wash or small odd jobs for extra cash.
Kids today stay in on games consoles these days.
Glad I was born when I was. Much more fun than these days.
Brilliant stories... what a guy
I'm from Burnley originally and I have memories of walking miles with my dad, going to pick coal from the spoil heaps of Hapton Valley colliery. We ended up in Salford. Life was hard as it was for everybody - grim even. We ended up in Pendleton, bog outside, bitten to death by bed bugs every night. Eventually we were re-housed in some nice flats in Nursery Street. I went to Boniface school and then Broughton Modern. As hard as it was, I think of Salford as home. My childhood memories were good. I had a lot of happy times. I miss the shops of Broad Street, Cross Lane and the old places but I guess it needed re-developing. I sound like an old git and almost a coffin-dodger. This was a great little video and I relate to these stories. Funny how you can be sentimental about a place full of dark memories isn't it? I claim to be a Salfordian and it will always be 'home'.
I'm not in or from Salford, but not far away just a little bus ride, but this was lovely to watch, and I'm so glad you got your happy ever after, I used to go to Salford market with my Mum in a Saturday I loved it, you and the Mrs stay well and happy.
That couple have the 2 top values. LOVE AND RESPECT!
Great memories thanks for sharing your journey ♥️
Salford a great place. Salt of the earth people.
Great film im salford born and bred im only 40 and the changes that have happened are amazing to me i cant imagine how different the place looks to him
What a brilliant little film it brought back so many memories to me I lived on st. James' Street where the pub was at the end in the 1970s
I was born in 67' and lived in Higher Broughton. I left when I was 18, but I've never met people like it anywhere, some really salt of the Earth and some jack the lads, but real people. I think growing up in a poor, urban environment can be a blessing and a curse-I miss it and wish it hadn't happened!
Excellent little film. Love Salford!
I love that as he carries on, he gets the glottal stops and the way we talk. He's reassumed the old accent.
That was so moving Jim, I have heard the whole story from Maureen many a time, with a few tears & laughs.
I can safely say that when we all get to a certain point in later life where we have stories of memories growing up and alot of emotion going back to places you know from childhood
what a wonderful story... of a wonderful man. he is not bitter.just matter of fact... thanks youfor your story... if I started writing my story. I reckon it would be a best sellar...his wife sums up a typical salfordian boy....wonderful.
What a wonderful little story
Word for word my life in Salford also. Guess Jim is about the same age. 70
Great Film really enjoyed that!
I was born and raised in Salford back in the 50's / 60's and apart from a few years in the RAF, have lived there to this day. I'm now living in the Quays area, or Ordsall to those who know, and I can't begin to describe the transformation this place has undergone over the past 30 years or so, ( not for the better, in my personal opinion ). The only real link to the past now is the famous Salford Lads Club, which is just a couple of minutes from my address.
from collyhurst myself.. what a great story
You're lucky like me !! From Oldham Rd. By the ram pub!
nice upload, good man and them old pictures were mad
My mom born and raised in Salford near the docks
Same. Carlton St. Number 29 I think.
@@redtobertshateshandles 1 Cromwell Street
All those bad memories and his upbringing made him a better man the man he is today I salute you sir I too didn't have the best upbringing without a mother but I survived thanks to my wonderful father I am a better person and I am happy😊
Also I am a Salford lass and proud
Lovely saying
Really good video, sounds just like my dads stories, he's Salford through n through, 65 now but yeah full of stories similar to Jim's
What a guy !
Very touching story.
i love this so much
I drove past there every day for years.
Lived in salford as a kid until the docks shut...then went posh and moved to stretford...tarmac roads and inside bog 🚽 😀😷 have lasting memory of my dad showing me how to work the swing bridge and where the mortuary room was for the canal in the wall round from White city motors🏍️
Nice to see you happy and settled fella.All the best.
Brilliant.
well done very moving...im from oldham and these northern towns are tough to grow up in.
From Greater Manchester Manchester united until the end
Why was it tough?
Survival intuition is installed into you from a young age , when you are living in poverty and hungry.
Enjoyed that,recognised all the places,still here lol
What a nice fella. Keep well mate you
Ive heard loads of places using this saying not just salford
I was dragged up in ancoats Manchester. Life was pretty much the same for me.
Know the feeling.
The canals are full of treasure.
briliant
A good man.
Pity it went all downhill in the eighties...housing associations took over...dirty nappies and litter strewn in all the entries...people wouldn't use their bins. No pride in anything.
Trying to rememember Cemetery Street or summat.
We use to do car minding lol but my cousins older brother use to come along and ask us Who's car has the best loot the fucker lol, after abit customers never trusted us lol
Outstanding piece of human history. I'm just sad that that upward mobility enjoyed by people from that time (the baby boom generation) is just not possible now. Those guys could join the military or join a large company, and be assured a rung on the ladder...from flat,to house,to nicer house.
Nowadays things are much much harder,and i don't think a lot of that older generation quite realise it.
Just as an example,when my father,at the time a captain in the royal marines bought the first family house (with me a babe in arms and nut sister on the way,they mortgaged a house for £35,000....a sum my grandad though was insane, on my dad's wages at the time of around £15,000 a year. Just imagine that. That same house,still in the family was last valued at over £600,000. The cheapest reasonable family flat in the area I live will be very cheap and rare at around£150,000....and me and my wife combined earn about £70,000....with living expenses easily quadruple what they were in the 80s,.not to mention working jobs that are never secure like they once were...
Yes i think that boomed generation should really consider how lucky they were.
... you can take the accent out of the boy :-(
you know what tho none of us feel fucking sorry for our self that is why we are free never feel sorry for ye self
I was born at Jane street.
the one dislike was his Mam
It's You CAN'T Take!
A nic man
Seals even.
Innit.
I'm upset he lost his accent!
Still there a bit.
Born and bread in Salford......still living in Salford....you can't take the boy out of Salford coming soon 😂 (oj)
Always fucking Liverpool Innit.
MASSIVE fish at Salford Quays.
Was gonna say that aint a manc accent
Took the accent outta ye mind??lol!
Don't tell my Dad I'm commenting. He'll section me again.
if you want to go shopping now in salford you need to wear pj,s or a stained pink tracki with 4 day pizza down it . and if you want to get in home bargains you need the smell of weed .
You can. It’s an awful place!
Bloody plice always ruin every moment.
Salford is an absolute hole!
Sorry mate but that's a snoop dog slogan saying " you can take the G out the hood but you can't take the hood out the G. Make ur own awthentic line up mate no one likes a copycat
Live and let live Daniel, have a nice day :)
Get a grip, how old is the fella? Looking back on his past.......Old bugger prob never heard of snoop dog....what a muppet you are, presume your under 40? Think before you type to the world....arrogance of youth..."We said it all first...the world listens and copy's us!" It was spinning before you and I landed on it mate...an before Rap was even thought of....Nearly everything has been said before. IDIOT.. Snoop prob copied him!!!
It's an old saying that snoop dogg used, surely you realise that now?
Unbelievable
Daniel Warburton it's not made up by snoop Dogg,it's just a common saying.