tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550174673876716587.post3419795254606225643..comments2024-02-29T06:04:10.788+00:00Comments on Cultural Geography Blog: Memories of LiverpoolAlan Parkinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528013029514239163noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550174673876716587.post-41490699388792100482008-07-27T09:38:00.000+01:002008-07-27T09:38:00.000+01:00My grandmother used to the secretary of the Liverp...My grandmother used to the secretary of the Liverpool Bridge Club, which was very near the Anglican cathedral. My brother and I used to play in the cemetery behind it. We particularly liked running up and down the ramps on the Hope Street/Gambia Terrace side and peering into Huskisson's (the first railway fatality) tombAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09278680676641435214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-550174673876716587.post-81761012761807645422008-07-27T09:19:00.000+01:002008-07-27T09:19:00.000+01:00Wow, Kardomah cafes! In the early to mid-50s I use...Wow, Kardomah cafes! In the early to mid-50s I used to live in Manchester. Most summers, my brother and I used to stay with my father's parents in Wavertree. To get there, my parents used to put us in the care of the guard of a train at Manchester Central. Our grandmother used to meet us at Liverpool Central. The ritual was to go out of the side entrance, cross Bold Street and into a Kardomah for beans on toast and GREEN JELLY!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09278680676641435214noreply@blogger.com