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Lost and forgotten streets of Manchester .......... nu 3 Tasel Alley

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Now Tasel Alley is one of those places most people will pass without a second glance.

Tasel Alley, 2016
It is the gap almost on the corner of John Dalton Street and Albert Square which with its double yellow lines which often looks dark and gloomy can’t be much of an attraction.

On the other hand for the curious that little ginnel beside New Church House on John Dalton Street suggests an adventure and if you plunge in the tunnel leads on to Tasel Alley and through a second tunnel to Mulberry Street and St Mary’s Chapel which is more popularly known as the Little Gem.

As late as 1849 Tasel Alley lay open on its northern side but within two years that open land had been built on and it became the narrow alley we know today and as these things go it didn’t even warrant a listing in the street directory.

I had thought that just perhaps because the buildings seem to date from 1851 they had missed being incorporated in the street directory for 1850, but no, Mr Slater's fine Directory for 1863 stubbornly refused to list  anything for the alley.

Tasel Alley, 1849
By 1900 the alley had a set of warehouses which were mainly furniture and printing with a wine merchants and a set of offices.

So that is about it.




Location; Manchester





Picture; Tasel Alley, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and in 1849 from the OS of Manchester & Salford, 1842-49, courtesy of Digital Archives, http://digitalarchives.co.uk/ 


Wandering the city in July .......... nu 3 shapes

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It was the one day last week when the weather was just about OK.


And that really is all there is to say.

Location; Manchester

Picture; St Mary's Gate, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Wandering the city in July .......... nu 4 waiting for the train

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It was the one day last week when the weather was just about OK.


And that really is all there is to say.

Location; Manchester

Picture; Oxford Road Railway Station, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Leaving Salford for Canada part 2 ............... the long journey

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Now the Hampson family are not strictly family.  

Pendleton, 1848
They belong to my cousins from Ontario, but theirs is a fascinating story which is part of the story of both countries.

James Hampson was born in 1816 and married Sarah Tildesley in December 1838 at the Parish Church of Eccles.  In 1841 he described himself as a cotton dyer and in that year was living in Pendleton.  Sometime after 1849, James, Sarah and their children left for Canada which was a popular destination for emigrants.

Now I can be fairly certain of this because their last child was born in  England in 1849 and the Canadian census of 1851 records them as there.

Thousands of people, many of them from Ireland left these shores in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.  Most hoped that a new country would mean a fresh start with new opportunities and a better life.

The 1840s were a hard time for all but the rich and there were schemes to resettle working families across the Empire. This was a policy that was actively pursued by the Poor Law Commissioners with parochial aid or assistance from local landlords.

The Commissioners reported that over 2, 000 had gone to Canada in 1841 which was an increase on the year before, and that assistance was also being given to move to Australia and New Zealand.

The main sea port for their departure was Liverpool.  In the hundred years from 1830 to 1930 over nine million emigrants sailed from to the US, Canada and Australia.

I don’t think we will ever know exactly why the Hampson's left and there is no record of when they went but they were part of a steadily rising number of people which  reached a high point in 1849.

Even today the decision to emigrate cannot be an easy one to take, but a hundred and sixty years ago the cost, the problems and the very real dangers must have weighed heavily.

A ticket for just one person travelling on the cheapest passage might be three to five times James’s weekly wage, and of course there were four of them.**

Then there were the ever present threats from unscrupulous dealers, ship owners and the crew who might cheat the passengers at every turn of the journey.

Lastly there was the sea passage itself, a trip of a month in a sailing ship at the mercy of an unpredictable weather on the open sea, crammed together with people some of whom were ill with disease.

So, taking that decision was as much an act of faith as it was a rational choice with a secure conclusion.
The ships might hold up wards of four hundred passengers although some like the Isaac Wright could carry 900 people.

The Hampson's could expect a fairly basic diet on the journey.  Each passenger was given a weekly ration of bread, rice, tea, sugar as well as oatmeal flour, molasses and vinegar and one pound of pork.   Passengers could however supplement this with their own provisions but there was an upper limit.

There are contemporary stories of passengers being cheated of their rightful ration either because it was delivered late or just not at all.

Conditions on board were not ideal.  Packed together there was the ever present threat of disease and death.

All the passengers were by law inspected by a doctor before they embarked but this did not always prevent the outbreak of illnesses.  In one month in 1847 twelve ships making landfall at Grosse Island reported a total of 198 dead passengers out of just over 3,000.

Some ships arrived safely with no deaths others like Bark Larch from Sligo lost 108 of its 440 passengers with another 150 reported ill.  The highest death rates seemed to be ships bound from Ireland escaping the effects of the famine some years earlier.***

Location; Salford, Greater Manchester

*The Eighth Annual Report of the Poor Law Commissioners, HMSO 1842, Page 37 Google edition page 58

** In 1847 a ticket might cost between £3.10/- and £5. From a newspaper article The tide of emigration in the Illustrated London  News July 1850

***Immigrants to Canada, http://jubilation.uwaterloo.ca/~marj/genealogy/thevoyage.html

Picture; detail of Pendleton from OS Lancashire 1841 courtesy of Digital Archives Association www.digitalarchives.co.uk/

A Beech Road that has now passed out of living memory

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Now I have a soft spot for Beech Road, it is after all where I have lived since 1976. 

And for years I wondered why the pavement widens briefly almost opposite Reeves Road which was of course to accommodate the big tree.

What I also like about the photograph is that it is a view that has long since passed out of living memory and part at least had not changed in perhaps 80 years. I can be fairly sure that it dates from 1907 when the houses on the left were built and no later than 1909 when the estate of Beech House on the right was sold and the big house demolished.

Beech House had been the home of the Holt family from the 1830s until the last of the family died in 1907. By 1909 the eastern side of the garden running along Barlow Moor Road had been acquired by the Corporation, its wall demolished and a stretch of it was about to become the tram terminus. The remaining stretch would in time be developed to include Malton Avenue the Palais de Luxe cinema opened in 1915 and the parade of shops.

But now on that winter day it was still possible to see the outline of Beech House and beyond the row of terraced houses to the south were the Bowling Green Farm and the village.

Picture; Beech Road circa 1907-1909 from the Lloyd collection

Crossing the Thames at Woolwich in 1907

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Now you can never have enough pictures of the Woolwich Ferry.

Anyone who was born or grew up in Eltham will have used it at sometime and for me crossing the river by the free ferry has always been magic.

It might not take long but in the short while on board the trip offers up spectacular views and of course that distinctive smell that you only get from big powerful rivers.

This one comes from a new book on the story of Woolwich.*

Picture; Woolwich Ferry, 1907, courtesy of Kristina Bedford

*Woolwich Through Time, Kristina Bedford, 2014, Amberley Publishing,

Lost and forgotten streets of Manchester .......... nu 4 St Anne's Alley

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Now St Ann’s Alley is one of those little walk throughs that it is easy to miss.

Added to which it is not one that I often venture down.

In my case if I am on Police Street I am on my way to Waterstone’s from King Street and likewise if I have come out of St Anns’ Square the quickest way back is past the church and through the alley without wandering down that narrow space.

But having come across this picture I began to wonder about St Ann’s Alley.  It shows up on Casson and Berry’s 1751 map of Manchester and so has been offering up a short cut to Mancunians for centuries.

And after the first few of the new series Antony suggested "Lizard Street, Scotland (and it is just called Scotland), Trumpet Street, Balloon Street, Four Yards and Echo Street,"while
Carole Ann Brown offered up "Tassel Alley, off Albert Square." 


Location; St Ann’s Alley, off Police Street, Manchester

Picture; St Ann’s Alley, off Police Street, 2012, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

This year we will holiday at home

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Now Ihere is one I couldn’t resist and shows the gentle piece from Tuck & Sons.

And for all of us who have at times pondered on saving the holiday money and staying at home our friend on the deck chair with fan, fish and paddling pool might just have hit on something.

Picture,“WITH A LITTLE IMAGINATION YOU CAN TAKE YOUR SEASIDE HOLIDAY AT HOME, from the series, Economy Hints, date unknown, by Tuck and sons, courtesy of Tuck DB,http://tuckdb.org/


Wandering the city in July .......... nu 6 the window

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It was the one day last week when the weather was just about OK.



And that really is all there is to say.

Location; Manchester

Picture; St Ann’s Square, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Leaving Salford part 3 ................... a new life and looking back

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This will be the last of the stories on the Hampson family who left Salford for Canada and a new life sometime after 1849 and is part catch up on how their lives turned out and a reflection on what is left of the Salford they knew.

Railway posted, date unknown
James Hampson was born in 1816 and married Sarah Tildesley in December 1838 at the Parish Church of Eccles.  In 1841 he described himself as a cotton dyer and in that year was living in Pendleton.  Sarah’s father was an engineer and both James and his father were cotton dyers.

Before the 1850s the process still relied on natural dyes using the flowers, berries, leaves, barks and roots of plants and herbs.  As such the work would not have been as dangerous as it was to become with the introduction of chemical dyes.

But it must still have been very uncomfortable.  James would have constantly been exposed to hot and cold water and dyes which left his hands stained different colours.

The family lived on Ashton Street within a few minute’s walk from cotton mills, a dye works and a coal mine with the newly built railway and the slightly older canal close by.

Looking out from their home the Hampson’s would have been faced with a row of one up one down back to back houses which backed on to Miners Row.

Aston Street, Pendleton, 1848
Theirs might have been a slightly bigger house but the detailed 1848 OS map shows that their nearest water pump was some distance away.

Now bits of their new life in Ontario are still vague but their son Henry who had been born in 1839 worked on the railways, as did his son William.

William married Agness Beetham whose family were farmers from Albion which was just outside of Toronto.  Her family had settled in Canada in the early 19th century.

Which just leaves me to ponder on what is left of where they lived. 
Just a short 40 years after they left, their street had gone, replaced by a whole set of small terraced houses, and while by 1894 there were still textile factories close by I can’t say which he may have worked in or whether it still survived.

Pendleton, 1894
The railway is still there but he would be hard pressed to recognise the old Manchester and Bury Canal which ran alongside the Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway.

He may of course not given that much thought to Salford.  

Certainly my great aunt who left Britain in 1925 and married into the family pretty much left the old country behind. 

She returned only once in 1968.  

Her brother who had been migrated as a British Home Child nine years earlier came back only one on his way via a training camp to the Western Front in 1916.

Fastest to Canada, date unknown
But that is not quite the end.  Just as I finished the story my friend Neil Simpson sent over these wonderful railway posters which were produced by the Canadian Railway company and distributed across Britain.  
They will post date the Hampson’s journey but are similar to those being produced by steamship lines in the 1850s. 

Neil came across them during a week touring Ontario while taking the train from Toronto to Vancouver and spotted them on a railway station in Jasper.

So there you have it.  The Hampson’s never returned to Salford but there is lots of evidence that some at least who went out to Canada, Australia and New Zealand in the middle decades of the 19th century made the journey more than once.

Pictures; 1848 OS map for Lancashire, Salford, 1894 from the OS South Lancashire, 1894, courtesy of Digital Archives Association,http://digitalarchives.co.uk/ and railway posters from the collection of Neil Simpson


Scenes of Beech Road, ................. circa 1920

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Now I often features pictures of my road, and to compliment the paintings by Peter Topping of Beech Road today I thought I would include a few from the inter war years.

Here is Beech Road from sometime in the early 1920s.

 All the buildings are there although the shops are selling different things and compared with the traffic today there is just the one horse drawn delivery van. 

Away in the distance is the terrace of houses built by Scott the builder including of course the one Joe and Mary Ann lived in.

Picture; from the Lloyd collection

Lost and forgotten streets of Manchester .......... nu 5 Bow Lane

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Now I am not surprised that Bow Lane rarely features in the street directories.

These were the books which were issued annually from the 1780s up to 1969 and listed the streets, the residents and the businesses in the city.

Bow Lane which runs from Cross Street over Clarence Street and then twist on to Princess Street seems unworthy of much of a mention; although to be fair there were two listings for 1911.

And twists it does widening as it travels up from Cross Street but now just a cut through for anyone wanting to avoid the main streets. That said it does offer an opportunity to look into the Town Hall Tavern.

Location; Manchester



Pictures; Bow Lane, 2016 from the collection of Andy Robertson

At the Woolwich Hippodrome sometime between 1907 and 1916

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I missed the music halls by just a few decades.

They were a mix of popular songs, comedy, and speciality acts and lasted from the 1850s till I guess the 1960s, although I am sure in some small towns and sea side resorts the shows lingered on for a little while longer.

And continued also on the club circuit in the North so while the Hulme Hippodrome might have closed there was still the Princess Club in Chorlton, the Golden Garter in Wythenshawe and Sharston Labour Club to name but three.

But even these were not haunts of mine.  But for my father and grandparents they were regular places to go on a Saturday night.

I still treasure the smile on Nana’s face as she recounted seeing Max Millar sometime in the 1950s at the Derby Hippodrome and quietly confiding that “he was so dirty.”

But the Derby Hip’ closed in 1959 having reopened as a variety theatre after the last war. Before that it had fallen like so many into a cinema conversion as did the Woolwich Hippodrome which dominated Wellington Street between 1900 and 1923.

It was an impressive brick building dressed in stone and ran to three stories.   An iron canopy bearing the name of the theatre covered the steps leading up to the central entrance.

Another canopy continued along the sidewall with a sign across its face reading TWICE NIGHTLY AT 6.40 & 9.10. More signage appeared above the canopy reading WMF GRANT & CO. TWICE NIGHTLY also appears at the top of the side wall.

And in our picture the signs advertise Will Evans who according to some was one of our finest comedians and Pantomime stars and was the author of many sketches and songs.

Sadly there is little on him and nothing about his appearance at the Woolwich Hippodrome.

And as for the Woolwich Hippodrome, its life as a variety hall was just 23 years but as a cinema it fared even worse, closing in 1939 when it was demolished to make way for a new cinema which with the outbreak of war was not built until 1955.

Picture; the Woolwich Hippodrome, date unknown

Who leaves a pair of shoes below the floor boards for 140 years?

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Now here is a story that has that is worth a second showing.

It first appeared in 2013, and involves a pair of Victorian shoes hidden under the floor boards of an old house.

They were found by Alan who has already lent me many picture of his grandmother who grew up and worked around Cobden Street at the beginning of the last century.

Alan’s house was built in the 1870s and so sometime after that a pair of shoes was carefully placed under the floorboards.

All of which is intriguing and reminds me of the story a few years ago of the family who found a brown paper parcel under their floor boards.

This had not seen the light of day for about seventy years and naturally the family speculated on what might be inside the brown paper.

But being mindful of history they took the parcel to the local museum and awaited what might prove a windfall.

The “treasure” could be dated by the outer wrapping which was a sheet from a daily newspaper.  It was light but firm to the touch.

The museum promised a quick response and a little over a day later the expectant family received the phone call, only to discover that the parcel contained a cheese sandwich which may have been left by a workman in the space below the floor, only to have been covered by another workman following the instructions of the boss to lay the floor boards pretty dam quick.

Such are the treasures of history.

I await further news from Alan.

Picture; courtesy of Alan.

How long before the Tatton Arms becomes a memory?

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It has been a landmark on this bit of the Mersey for a very long time.

But it closed in 2007 and as the phrase goes has “an uncertain future.”

And I have got to say that Andy has caught its slow decline very well, standing behind that wire fencing.

Like its neighbour just a little west it once had a lucrative trade in ferrying people across the Mersey, and when the bridge was built thirsty travellers had to pay a toll.

I don’t jnow when the toll was abolished but I am guessing it will be at the same as the charge on the bridge by Jackson’s Boat which was in the 1940s.

That said as later as the 1830s when Jackson’s Boat was the Greyhound the publican still had the right to charge people to ferry them across the river.

And that was despite the fact that the old wooden bridge erected in 1818 by Sam Wilton was offering a safer alternative.

Still his bridge may have gone when the new one was erected in the 1880s, but the “Boat” still offers up a pint while the Tatton Arms is now dry.

Location; Northenden

Picture; the Tatton Arms, 2016 from the collection of Andy Robertson


On the beach in 1902

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So as summer approaches what better than another postcard.

Here are those Edwardian beauties, followed by It’s Ripping in Folkestone, the Dainty Fish Maid and preceded by the all together very risque view from a tent wall.*

They are all from that wonderful treasure trove of postcards produced by Tuck & Sons, and available to view at Tuck DB.**

Here can be found pretty much everything spanning the late 19th and 20th centuries ranging from buildings, street scenes, celebrities and of course a tranche of seaside posters some humorous, some bordering on the naughty and some just plain sentimental.

But they are a powerful insight into a lost world, and one that conveys not just the physical appearance of Britain and elsewhere but also some of the values, and prejudices of the time.

All of which brings me back to the two girls on the beach from the series Seaside Glamour.

I am not quite sure whether the two girls are the same, and that we are being presented with the realities of bathing on an Edwardian beech with the wish of what might be, or just two bathing beauties out for a dip on a sunny day.

What makes the card interesting is that it was photographed in Austria and marketed by Tuck in France as well as Britain.

It is one of  six which not only border on the risque but explore the murky world of voyeurism with three of the series focusing on Peeping Toms and the efforts the of the young woman to be free of these unwanted intrusions.

So in one, we have “Man with camera peers over rocks at two girls,” in another “Four girls in the sea splash man with a camera,” and in the third “Six girls in sea as a peeping Tom has fallen after breaking a post.” Not to be outdone the fourth has “Two girls scared by a barking dog” which may also hint at the problem the two women have given that their clothes are on the bank by the barking dog.

What makes this card all the more intriguing is that it bears a French stamp and the reverse reveals that it was printed in France.

Of course within a few decades these will seem tame and merely an oddity but back in 1903 they were just the ticket for that friend in the factory or the office, although I doubt that mother would have approved.

For her this image of Manchester’s City Art Gallery might just have been more appropriate it dates from the year before and bears the logo of the American YMCA.

The card was made and marketed in Britain so I wonder about the American connection.

No doubt someone will tell me.



Picture; Two Girls, from the series, Seaside Glamour, 1903, and Manchester City Art Gallery, from the series MANCHESTER, BY C.E. FLOWER, 1902,  issued by Tuck & Sons, courtesy of Tuck DB, http://tuckdb.org/

*Raphael Tuck & Sons, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Raphael%20Tuck%20and%20Sons%20Ltd

**Tuck DB, http://tuckdb.org/

Another story from Tony Goulding ....Lily Woodcock: (and six men) W.W. 2 Manchester Road Methodist’s Memorial.

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During the present, focussing on the centenary of the Battle of the Somme I think it is only right to also recall that less than a quarter of a century after those horrors the world, in particular Europe was tearing itself apart again. 

War memorial at Manchester Road, Methodist’s Church Chorlton
As in the previous conflict Chorlton-cum-Hardy was to suffer its share in the losses similar to the many other communities throughout the United Kingdom.

This piece is offered as an attempt to shed light on the sacrifices made at that time. As I have already written about The Manchester Road Methodist’s memorial I decided to make its list of World War Two casualties the basis of this story.


The first name on the list is, to the best of my knowledge, the only female name recorded on a war memorial in Chorlton-cum-Hardy - Lily Woodcock.

My friend Linda, a fellow local history enthusiast, had remarked on this fact and it was that conversation which instigated this bit of research, thus making Lily’s story a doubly appropriate place to start.

Mrs. Lily Woodcock was killed in the “Christmas Blitz” of December, 1940. She died at the Dr. Rhodes Memorial Home, (1) Cavendish Road, West Didsbury on 23rd December, 1940, whilst serving as a British Red Cross Society nurse attached to a mobile first aid post. She was born Lily Head on 24th March, 1895 and had married Alfred Woodcock, a master plumber, at the Wesleyan Methodist Chapel, Stockport Road, Levenshulme during the June quarter of 1929.

Mrs. Woodcock had been widowed the previous year. In what must have been her  own harrowing “annus horribilis” she suffered the tragic loss of her young 34 year old step-daughter-in-law (also a Lillian) on the 7th June and was widowed only a day later 8th June, 1939.(2)

Woodcock family grave L346 Non-conformist section
The family grave in Southern Cemetery records more of this family’s sad history. It shows that Lily was her husband Alfred’s second wife, his first wife, Louisa Ann, having passed away, aged 45, on 24th December, 1926.

Apparently Alfred and Louisa Ann had, had the misfortune of having to bear the loss in infancy of twin boys, Alfred and Cecil, whilst they were residing in Glossop, Derbyshire in October, 1907.

In 1933, Alfred and Lily were living at 72, Sandy Lane. One of their sons Frank, also a plumber was close by at 37, Whalley Avenue.   Another son, Vincent, an “Electro-constructional draughtsman”, his new bride Lillian and their new-born daughter, Ruth were living away in Sutton Coldfield, Warwickshire. It seems that following Alfred’s death in 1939 Frank and Lily exchanged residences. By this time also, the recently bereaved; Vincent was living with his in-laws in Thornton Cleveleys. (3)

Of the other six names on the Manchester Road Methodist’s memorial four served in an air service. Three belonged to the R.A.F. Volunteer Reserve, one a Flight Officer and two Sergeants: the fourth a Leading Airman with the Royal Navy’s Air Service. The two “odd men out” were Kenneth Hayward who was a Staff Sergeant with the Intelligence Corps and Geoffrey Norris Hobson, a gunner with the Royal Artillery.
Cecil George Alway: was a Sergeant in 115 sqd. R.A.F. volunteer reserve; who died over Germany on 15th August, 1941.

He was born in Bristol in 1921 to Rev. George William and Lorna May (née. Yelf)  Cecil’s father was a much travelled Methodist preacher who in 1939 was fulfilling his mission as the resident minister at Manchester Road Methodist Church. The Always’s occupied 14, Holland (now Zetland) Road during their stay in Chorlton-cum-Hardy.

Clifford Allan Bell: was the other sergeant of the R.A.F. volunteer reserve, who was killed on 20th May, 1942. Clifford’s body was never recovered and his is one of the 20,456 Commonwealth Air Force personnel who died during World War 2 and have no known grave.


 Runnymede Memorial (ex. C.W.G.C.Site)
Sergeant Bell was in 12 sqd.  R.A.F.V.R. and was only 20 when he was killed. His parents were Victor Allan, an incorporated accountant, and Elsie (née Barnes) who lived at 1, Ellesmere Road, Chorlton-cum-Hardy.

Arthur Hawker: Is also one of those commemorated at Runnymede, a Flying Officer with the R.A.F. Volunteer Reserve 137 sqd. He was killed, aged 25, on 21st May, 1944. Arthur’s parents were Charles Henry and Jane Ann (née Lightburn). The family lived at 79, Great Stone Road, Stretford where his father kept a Fish and Chip shop.

Brian Lambert Rowntree:  was born, in Middlesbrough, in the September quarter of 1924 to Sydney Braithwaite and Lillie (née Richardson). The family settled in South Manchester in about 1930 and, in 1939, were residing at 67, Kensington Road, Chorlton-cum-Hardy, Brian’s father being an engineering draughtsman.

A Leading Airman in the Royal Naval Air Service, Brian died on 1st May, 1944 while stationed at HMS Vulture a naval air station based at St. Merryn in Cornwall.  He is interred in Southern Cemetery S 5576 (C.of E. section) and his grave is marked by this quite unusual C.W.G.C. headstone;

 It reveals that he shares his final resting place with his brother-in law George Herbert Clough, (4) a driver with the army service corps who died on 11th October, 1940.

Geoffrey Norris Hobson: served as a Gunner with the 25th Field Regiment, Royal Artillery who was killed during the breakout from the Normandy landing areas on the 26th June, 1944. Geoffrey’s parents were Percy Norris and Eveline (née Hammerton) who lived at 20, Hillingdon Road, Stretford, from where his father worked as commercial traveller for a flour producer.

Gunner Hobson was born in Manchester in the June quarter of 1923. On 3rd March, 1917, Geoffrey’s brother, Neville, had been born at 78, Nicholas Road, Chorlton-cum-Hardy.

Kenneth Hayward: died in Tunisia, North Africa on 25th February, 1943. He was a Staff Sergeant with The Intelligence Corps – 55 Field Security Section. S/Sergeant Hayward was born in Manchester in 1912 (June qtr.) and married Rene (née Leigh) in Hyde, Cheshire on 20th July, 1940  His father, William Dawson Hayward, was  a clerk in a tea warehouse – his mother was Gertrude (née Hartley) who was raised in Moss Side where her father, Thomas, was a “traveller in timber” on Moss Lane East. Gertrude’s elder brother,

Herbert Percy, became a successful merchant who in 1911 was living on Sidbury Road, Chorlton-cum-Hardy.

© Tony Goulding 2016

Pictures; supplied by Tony Goulding

Notes:

1) Dr. Rhodes Memorial Home was originally opened, in 1910, as a home for 150 children who would previously have been accommodated in the nearby Workhouse. The new building was named to honour the recently deceased Dr. John Milson Rhodes; a nationally important figure in the movement to reform workhouse conditions. Around 1937, it closed as a children’s home and was taken over by “Swinton House School” and for a time existed as the (now somewhat politically incorrect) “Manchester Residential Home for Crippled Children”. The building later housed the “Shawgrove Special School (for children with visual impairment;)” this school closed in August, 2004 and for the last decade Cavendish Road, primary School have been using the premises as an annexe.

2) Interestingly, in a co-incidence with a high potential for causing confusion, one of the other victims on the night of the Christmas Blitz on 23rd December, 1940 was also an Alfred Woodcock. He died at; 13, Lower Russell Street, Miles Platting with his wife Ellen Frances.

3) Vincent Woodcock’s life after provides a somewhat colourful sequel. In an infamous court case, during March and April, 1944 at the Old Bailey he appeared as a witness for the defence. This was trial of the medium Mrs. Helen Duncan, the last person to be tried and convicted under the Witchcraft Act of 1735. Vincent Woodcock's later life."

Mrs. Duncan was arrested in Portsmouth on 19th January, 1944 and her 7 day trial later that year was a sensational one at which various defence witnesses claimed to have seen manifestation of among others Mary Queen of Scots and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Vincent gave evidence that he had attended 19 séances at which his deceased wife had appeared to him on one occasion removing the wedding ring from his finger, placing it on his sister-in-laws finger and informing him “this is what I want for the sake of our little girl Ruth.” At a separate reading he stated that his step-mother had appeared “complete with her head wounds sustained in the Manchester Blitz.” The final chapter of this sad story came with Vincent's death, less than a year after this court case, in March quarter,1945.

4) George Herbert Clough was married to Brian L. Rowntree’s oldest sister Elaine L. The wedding took place at St. Clement’s Chorlton-cum-Hardy in the summer of 1940. His widow was to re-marry, in the March quarter of 1946, a George Bell at St. Werburgh’s Church, Chorlton-cum-Hardy.

Wandering the city in July .......... nu 6 urban living

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It was the one day last week when the weather was just about OK.



And that really is all there is to say.

Location; Manchester

Picture; Oxford Road Railway Statuin, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Looking out on the High Street with memories of past girlfriends

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Even on a Sunday in late October our High Street can be a busy place.

And looking out from the parish church I am reminded of the countless times I stood in the shelter of that entrance waiting for a friend.

More often than not it will have been a girl friend although thinking about it there were only three steady ones.

That said the corner of Well Hall Road and the High Street was a favoured place for me and Jenny to meet up.  In term time she lived in the lodge at Crown Woods and if we were going out to the cinema this was a sensible place to meet.

And this was in that pre mobile age when once the choice of where to meet was made you had to stick to it or suffer the consequences of missing each other and trying to second guess an alternative which otherwise meant mutual recriminations on the Monday morning.

So along with the entrance to Avery Hill and the Wimpy bar this place will always have a special place in my memory.

Picture; the parish churchyard, October 2015 from the collection of Elizabeth and Colin Fitzpatrick

Lost and forgotten streets of Manchester .......... nu 6 Bootle Alley

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Now you could be forgiven for missing Bootle Alley which was always a very poor second to Bootle Street which twists up from Deansgate to Mount Street directly opposite the back of Central Ref. 

Onward Buildings,  with the alley just to the north, 2014
Its main claim to fame is that it is home to the pub, Sir Ralph Abercromby and of course a police station.

Walk along it today and you will be plunged into one of those narrow thoroughfares which with just a little bit of imagination takes you back to the early 19th century.

And once running parallel was Bottle Alley which gave access to the dark and dismal courts of Munday Square and Royle’s Court which between the two accounted for nineteen back to back cottages.

Its northern side faced onto the old Quaker Burial ground and its southern side was occupied by nine properties one of which gave access to a closed court which didn’t even merit a name.

And for those emboldened by an evening in the Sir Ralp Abercromby there is just a hint of that long vanished alley in the space between 201 Deansgate and the neighbouring restaurant.  It advances no more than a few paces before an iron gate bars the way.

Bootle Alley, 1849
So insignificant is the alley today that I have never got round to taking its picture.

Which means you will have to be content with a picture of the southern end of Onward Buildings which is the bit at the corner with Bootle Street.

Looking at the maps the lane still existed in 1900, although by then the courts had vanished.

On the burial plot stood the warehouse and offices of Leech Brothers and Manchester Corporation’s Joiner’s Shops, while directly opposite all those buildings running from the alley to Bootle Street had been cleared in preparation for Onward Buildings.

Location; Manchester

Picture; Onward Buildings 2014, from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and detail of Bootle Alley, 1849 from the OS of Manchester & Salford, 1849, courtesy of Digital Archives Associationhttp://digitalarchives.co.uk

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