I was a server in the church, most Sundays, and also on alternate Tuesday and Thursday mornings for 7.00am Holy Communion in the Lady Chapel - when, to be honest, the only people usually there were the vicar and me! One haunting memory I have is of Rev. Winters, dressed all in black with a flowing black cloak, white silvery hair, emerging from the mist on a dark winter's morning, as he walked from the vicarage, through Heywood Park down Hobson Street towards Platt Street (where I lived), to church about 6.30am for the early morning service. Very eerie, looked like something from the Hammer Horror Films!
Hindle Gregory Class of 1952