Paul Pryde on living in Manchester’s Moss Side
I was five when this picture was taken. Yes, we were poor, but it was Moss Side in 1969 – everyone was poor. It was better than the tenements in Glasgow, where we’d come from. My dad was a miner and couldn’t get work up there, so he’d moved the family to Manchester. I was the fifth of eight children; in the picture, I’m to the left, standing just in front of my big brother. We had a happy upbringing: we were never short of a friend and we shared everything.
Our house on Moss Side was so derelict that we couldn’t use all the rooms. One door wouldn’t even open. Then one day Dad bashed it in and the whole ceiling just fell to the floor. The house was damp, with plaster falling off the walls. We kids all slept in the same room on some beds pushed together. We only ever had one lightbulb, which got moved around the house.