Growing Up in Salford, 1919-28

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I knew he was there for my birth so I knew he would have held me and I think that connection always remained." So one day, she decided to post on a Facebook group called “We grew up in Salford” asking if anybody knew of her father. On a family holiday, her father had mentioned he had been married before and had a daughter who was ten years older than her.

The pair had grown up a couple of streets away from each other in Salford, but neither knew the other existed. I had to read it several times, and the best thing about it for me was that she said she was so sad that she didn’t know my dad.Over the years I’d think about her, and they weren’t always friendly thoughts because I’d ask myself why she hasn’t tried to find us.” She said: “I always felt a connection to my dad, he and my mother split up when I was very young, but I always felt that he loved me. Joan said: “Jean has been so generous. She’s let me into the family and given me things that belonged to my dad.

The pair have been making up for all those years missed connecting the dots and introducing kids and grandkids to each other. But Jean said that was all his father or mother Annie ever said about the situation, and she was hesitant to ask more, after realising it was a contentious topic. Joan said: “I have a friend who also lived in Salford and told me about the group, I found it and I thought I should post something in there but I didn’t. Joan eventually got married and moved out of Salford to set up her life down south with a husband and two children in her mid twenties. So much so that Jean gifted Joan their father’s driving gloves which she wears to feel close to him.There’s this status from this lady and she started saying these things like her maiden name being Harris, like mine, where she lived, that her dad was a bus driver.