March 29, 2009
We arrived into Manchester and after some helpful and not so helpful direction, ended up on a train to Stoke on Trent and then a bus to Cheadle Staffordshire. Once we had arrived, we were delighted to find ourselves in the quaint village of Cheadle. The bus had dropped us on the high street and we were unclear as to where to go so we inquired at Cheadle Hardware; a store owned by two sisters in their mid 50’s. They were able to point us in the right direction and we soon found ourselves arriving at a lovely brick hone where we were greeted by the owner and
her two dogs; Toby and Kara. April and I then wandered up to St. Giles, a gothic style Roman Catholic church an perused the graveyard before going up to another church and looking for ancestors among the numerous graved. Alas, we did not come across any Cheadles but did find a few Mellors. We wandered in and out of stores on the Cheadle high street and found it strange to see our surname on almost every building. We went into one store and were greeted by a man in his mid 20’s who tried hard to assure us that this feminine store was owned by his sister and that he was merely helping out. For tea, we went to a pub and I introduced April to steak pie and puddle pudding; not sure which she enjoyed more. Our host had provided us with chick flicks she thought we would enjoy so that night we fell asleep watching a DVD in our pink and flowery guest room. 
We arrived into Manchester and after some helpful and not so helpful direction, ended up on a train to Stoke on Trent and then a bus to Cheadle Staffordshire. Once we had arrived, we were delighted to find ourselves in the quaint village of Cheadle. The bus had dropped us on the high street and we were unclear as to where to go so we inquired at Cheadle Hardware; a store owned by two sisters in their mid 50’s. They were able to point us in the right direction and we soon found ourselves arriving at a lovely brick hone where we were greeted by the owner and
her two dogs; Toby and Kara. April and I then wandered up to St. Giles, a gothic style Roman Catholic church an perused the graveyard before going up to another church and looking for ancestors among the numerous graved. Alas, we did not come across any Cheadles but did find a few Mellors. We wandered in and out of stores on the Cheadle high street and found it strange to see our surname on almost every building. We went into one store and were greeted by a man in his mid 20’s who tried hard to assure us that this feminine store was owned by his sister and that he was merely helping out. For tea, we went to a pub and I introduced April to steak pie and puddle pudding; not sure which she enjoyed more. Our host had provided us with chick flicks she thought we would enjoy so that night we fell asleep watching a DVD in our pink and flowery guest room. 
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