Hi Meely - The modern address for the house is 823 Wilmslow Road after the re-numbering. It is still there, though has undergone a huge rebuild in the last couple of years and I don't think it is a children's home nowadays but it was certainly active as one till about 10 years ago. It is the property on the left corner of the entrance to Wingate Drive if you look on google maps. For many many years was run by the extraordinary Sister Lucy...probably until she retired. I recall they kept a massive number of guinea pigs in the garage that just kept on breeding. The garage is still the same today and can be seen on google street view if you head down Wingate Drive, it is behind the property built of brick. We were neighbours and we were always welcome to come and play at the home and Sister Lucy didn't mind looking after us if my mum had errands to do. Wingate Drive was a constant playground back then with so many kids living in the private houses in addition to the children's home, all playing in the street. There were no parking restrictions or double yellow lines back then. At the far end of Wingate was a passage through to Francis Convent. The last house on Wingate also belonged to Catholic Rescue and was where a 'father' lived , some kind of rectory, but we never played up there. The younger children's home kids all went to went to St Catherines Primary School on School Lane. So the address you have is correct for the time that the document was written, but as more properties were built it was necessary to re-number Wilmslow Road at some stage, and before I moved in to the area. My memory of the house was that is was bright light and airy and there were several long term kids resident there for much of their young lives. Sister Lucy was kindness itself. I recall her baking a cake for my parents wedding anniversary and getting my sister and I in to decorate it (as if she didn't have enough to do already.) We also got invited to go on coach trip outing with her and the children in her care, to see a Panto one Christmas. The one and only time I ever went to a Panto.
