I was born in a time when there was no traffic apart from the trolley bus.Although we lived on the main road to Liverpool, in those days, it was very quiet.
It was wartime, petrol was rationed and scarce so those that had cars could hardly use them.
On Saturdays, the road became a processional route to the Rugby ground.
Many thousands of men and boys walking, and after the match returning, singing or not, depending on the score.
From the late 50's the economy picked up - I remember the fridge arriving and the various humming noises it made and in the 60's motorway construction began.
From then on, my childhood quietness vanished and the hum began .
It is the sound of the motorway traffic at every hour of the day and night.
Our brains have filtered out the racket so we no longer notice it, that is until it stops!
But was the past truly quiet. In the town probably not.
Iron rims on cartwheels, rolling along the cobbled streets ,were indeed, very noisy.
My grandfather mentioned the Belgian roadmakers, laying wooden blocks outside the parish church, to prevent the noise of horseshoes and wheels rims, disturbing the peace of the Sunday service.
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