That was very interesting. I lived in Wavertree as a child until we moved across the Mersey. But my Grandparents were still there and we visited every Saturday. I'd go back for an occasional week during the summer too. And the trees were magnificent until the they all died during that unfortunate time. That's what made the neighbourhoods so special for me. The tunnels under the arching trees on some of the streets. I loved it. And all the houses were surrunded by shrubs and hedges and little wooden fences. What a wonderful place for children it was. Fresh air in abundance. My Grandfather instructed me to "listen" one morning and we heard a cuckoo nearby. And then I was moved thousands and thousands of miles away and I longed for Wavertree for years. By the time I went back for a visit my Grandparents were gone as were all the trees and shrubs and little gardens and wooden fences. I saw Picton Clock every week as we transfered to get onto the tram for the ride up to my Granny's street. For the birth of one of my brothers, my Mother went back to Wavertree and he was born at "home" as was the case in those days. "Memory Lane." Good name for a Wavertree street.
