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ANSWERS to readers' questions sometimes elude me but fortunately there is usually someone out there who can help out.
Such was the case when Paul Snelson, now 54, asked me if I could tell him when the original Grange Infants School opened.
Here is a selection of Mold articles from the Cheshire Memories archive:
Thomas Wilson acted as Anglican Bishop of Sodor and Man in the seventeenth century, which was reputedly the poorest bishopric in Europe at the time. Despite this circumstance, he went on to found a free school in his home village of Burton on the Wirral.
Wilson was born in Burton in 1663 and his family had lived in the area for many generations. He attended the King's School in Chester and went to Dublin to study medicine at Trinity College. On returning from Ireland in 1687, he acted as curate to his uncle Richard Sherlock at Newchurch Kenyon, near Warrington.
AN ANCIENT relic of St Winefride could go out on display from its resting place in Holywell to Gwytherin, Conwy, where the venerated abbess was originally buried.
The piece of finger bone is kept in a shrine at St Winefride's Well, which pilgrims from across the world visit to pray and take to the water in the belief it can cure their ills.
A COMMANDO'S daughter from Widnes has identified a war ravaged village pictured in photographs found in an old tin as a Norwegian port raided by her father and other British forces in 1941.
Ann Jones, of Kilsby Drive, now hopes the photographs' owners, Alan and Elaine Leather, of Ditton, can help to unravel the riddle surrounding her father's death and burial.
Lance Sergeant Harold Povey was among the first commandos who fought house to house in a raid on Vaagso on December 27, 1941.
Operation Archery was the first joint amphibious raid carried out by the Navy, RAF and Army, during which Lance Sgt Povey died.
ONE man who looks back with great fondness on life in Runcorn's Dukesfield in the late 1950s and early 60s is Rob Ellison who, as a boy, lived at the bottom of Blantyre Street.
Rob enjoyed reading the piece written by Lew Darlington, which appeared here earlier this month, and kindly sent me his own recollections of life 'under the arches'.