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On Court Yard in 1911 with Mrs Morris and memories of Eltham in the 19th century

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I am looking at number 25 Court Yard, and there in the picture are Mrs Annie Morris and her sons David and Harold.

I don’t know the date but I reckon it will have been sometime around 1911 because in that year David would have been 33 and Harold 24 which pretty much fits with their appearance in the picture.

And there is much more that this image can help us about the history of Eltham.

Number 25 was a five roomed house just past the Crown on Court Yard and it was one of twelve houses running from the pub to a slightly grander set of houses.

The first five or so properties commanded rents of 4 shillings a week and it was here that Mr and Mrs Morris moved sometime in 1900.

This was number 17 Court Yard, but with two years they had moved to number 25 and paid 2 shillings and sixpence in rent.

Either way this was an improvement on Ram Alley where they had lived and which had been condemned as unfit for habitation in 1895, a decision which meant little given that they were still standing in 1930.

These twelve were a mix of four, five and six roomed houses which were home to a mix of occupations including a caretaker, baker, porter, a butcher and two gardeners along with house painters, a general labourer, domestic servant and retired carpenter.

On the surface just your average range of jobs, but of course they reflect the changes that were beginning to push Eltham out of its rural past into something closer to what we know today.

And so while Annie’s husband had been a carpenter one of her sons worked at the Woolwich Arsenal.

She  was a cook and may have worked for Captain North at Avery Hill and through her life we have a snap shot of what Eltham had been and what it was becoming.

Her grandfather had set up a farrier’s business in Eltham in 1803 on what is now the Library, and “attended the old Parish Church in his leather apron.”*

She had been born in 1848 at 4 Pound Place and recalled that when she was young “Eltham was but a village and children and young people then were forbidden by their parents to be out after dark. When Mrs Morris was two years old a Mrs Miller kept the school in Back Lane. 

The old inns and taverns of Eltham are still of the same identity except for structural changes.”*

Now there is much more of Mrs Morris’s memories and in due course I will come back to them.

Pictures; from the collection of Jean Gammons

*Eltham District Times, June 1931


A site waiting for its turn

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Now when Andy set off from Deansgate to Cornbrook he did as we would expect record the journey, and amongst the pictures of old buildings, exciting new developments was this spot.

I don’t suppose it will stay an empty space for long, so this may be one of the last opportunities to see this stretch of water and wasteland.

Location; Cornbrook






Picture; from the collection of Andy Robertson

A little bit of gentle fun ............. "Ma Makes a pair of trousers”

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A short series reflecting on a bit of gentle fun from a time before now.

It comes from the series Johnny's Ma and was adapted by Jimmy who changed the Johhy to Jimmy and wrote on the back "Jimmy Cheese in the yellow trousers would like to see you on Friday as prmoised in your postcard" and was addressed to Miss Edith Sydwell of Charles Street, Moston Lane, Blackely

Location; Manchester

Picture; courtesy of Ron Stubley

War Baby ......... stories by Eddy Newport no 22..... Dad and mum

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Another in the series by Eddy Newport taken from his book, History of a War Baby.

The Queens Own Territorial Drum and Bugle Band
As I said before, father met mother about five years before they got married. Dad had joined the Territorial Army and was a keen musician and loved military bands. He could play a flute and bugle and also could knock out a tune on a piano.

In fact, he was often called up play to get a party going.

 However, he had a very good ear for tunes and could extract a tune from almost anything that was tuneable.

He went off to camp twice a year and paraded at most of the military events held at Olympia and the White City Stadium in London.

His ability to memorise many tunes was a great asset when playing his flute as he could not read music.

Ted and best friend Geoff Burtchell, TA camp 1931
Written music was always a mystery to him and so the music holder perched upon his instrument was for show only he was often rebuked by the bandmaster for not looking at it.

 The regiment he was in was the Queens Royal West Surry's Kennington. T A and the band was the Queens Own Territorial Drum and Bugle Band Kennington Division

They had their meetings in Braganza Street Drill Hall. I have seen some photos taken at the time and he looked splendid in his uniform playing his flute.

All this and a social life too which took in regular dances at the drill hall, dad being a keen dancer met a young woman who he fell in love with.

Edith Hicks and she lived a short distance from the drill hall. He plucked up courage and asked her for a dance and then asked to take her home.

Edie, aged 18


Dad was 20 and Edie was 15, of course, he did not know this at the time as Edie looked a lot older the she was. Having taken her home and was asked in for a cup of tea, he was quietly informed by Sarah (Nan) just how old mum was.

This did not put him off and having his future mother in law’s consent he started to court Edie and as we would now say they become “an item.”


© Eddy Newport 2017



Pictures; from the collection of Eddy Newport

Changing Chorlton .......... no 2 Conrad’s on Wilbraham Road and a for sale sign

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Now in an age of online shopping which vies with huge supermarket chains, there is something very pleasant about shopping at Conrad’s.

There is just so much in the place that it is pretty much like an Aladdin’s Cave of treasures.  You might go in for some stationary but be drawn to a range of paints, brushes and pencils and on the way fall across a packet of paper day glow stars.

And many of us over the years will have asked the staff for help with “another exciting school project” which involved creating an Egyptian pyramid, a Tudor Rose or Sidney the Snake.

It is one of those places I just enjoy visiting and of course always reminds me of Quarmby’s which managed to combine reams of paper, bottles of ink and anniversary cards for Nana with the upstairs magic which was the “toy floor.”

Even the grumpiest of my friends put their miserable side in their pockets when they accompanied me and the kids upstairs.

It started with the big toys which were always displayed on the walls as you made your way up, and opened out to  the huge collection of everything from puzzles, to cap guns, figures of farm animals and the ever popular board games.

Just like Conrad’s it was the quantity and variety of what was on offer and the sheer pleasure of going in for a bag of elastic bands and coming out with a small box of Lego.

So I was miffed yesterday to see a For Sale sign above Conrad’s shop front which prompted the assumption that this box of delights might become another bar, fast food outlet or restaurant.

Not that the onward march of the “night economy” should be rubbished.  At a time when so many traditional shops had closed leaving lines of empty businesses at least the bars, fast food outlets and restaurant filled the void

And of course alongside them are now a new range of independent traders, so perhaps if Conrad’s is sold it will remain a shop for all things crafty.

I hope so.

All of which just leaves me with Peter’s painting and that simple observation that he will miss the passing of Conrad’s as much as me and my four lads.

Location; Chorlton

Painting; Conrad’s © 2017 Peter Topping, Paintings from Pictures,
Web:www.paintingsfrompictures.co.uk

Private Thomas Leon Goldie of the Canadian Expeditionary Force ......... buried in Southern Cemetery

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This is the ongoing story of the men from Canada who enlisted to fight in the Great War and are buried in south Manchester.

Private Thomas Goldie was 6’ 2” tall gave his occupation as a mining engineer and came from Guelph in Ontario.

He had joined up in the February of 1915, arrived in the UK in the May of the same year and in September embarked for France.

The following August he was returned to Britain and entered Manchester Royal Infirmary where he was treated for infected jaundice.

The hand written medical notes refer to him being in a bad way and he died three days after his admission.

Location; Southern Cemetery


Picture; gravestone of Private Thomas Leon Goldie, Southern Cemetery, 2016 from the collection of David Harrop

Yesterday at Knott Mill

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Another from Andy Robertson

Location; at Knott Mill












Picture; from the collection of Andy Robertson, 2017

Me, a camera and bits of the City I like ..............Nu 4 Castlefield

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Now all these pictures have already appeared but that has never stopped me wanting to use them all over again to explore my City.




Location, Castlefield, Manchester

Picture; Castlefield, 2003, from the collection of Andrew Simpson



Poverty, TB, and a declining trade ........... Derby 1848

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“The poor you will always have with you”


Jane Lowe, circa 1870s
So might have begun any one of countless sermons in churches across Derbyshire in the summer of 1848. Its message would not have been lost on the family of George Lowe who had died aged just 37 in the June of that year.

 He left a wife and four children and had worked in a declining industry where wages were falling, and job security was increasingly uncertain. His death must have pitched the family even closer to the poverty line. Of all my families theirs seems to have been lived at the hardest end.

George was a framework knitter. This had been a well paid and secure occupation in his youth. In 1800 there had been 45,000 knitting frames in the country with most of them concentrated in the East Midlands with Derby as the centre of silk knitting.

The family lived in Leper Street and he may have worked from home or in one of factory units set up by enterprising businessmen who rented out machines to framework knitters. The knitting machine was a little taller than an upright piano. It was operated by foot pedals and by the nineteenth century machines could knit five or six rows of knitting with 288 stitches a row in a minute.

There is a lot of tosh written about the working lives of men like George. To the opponents of the new factory system he was his own master, free to work when he wanted with his family around him in surroundings which were very different from the noisy and dangerous factories. But he had to buy in candles, heat the workroom and was at the mercy of those he supplied his finished work to.

Nevertheless George might well feel confident that his was a secure future. Unlike cotton and wool the silk industry was slow to move over to factory production. Both framework knitters and their employers resisted industrialization.

This was partly because both believed that the factory product was inferior but also because the employers had invested a lot of capital in the machines they rented out to men like George.
But fashions change and just as the demand fell away the number of framework knitters had been on the increase. Some now only worked for two or three days a week but George was still expected to pay the full rent on the machine.

At the beginning 1848 he developed tuberculosis. Not that he would have needed a doctor to tell him. The symptoms were well known and feared in the 19th century. The cough and the tell tale blood stains were a give away, and then there were the fevers, night sweats and weight loss. The family would have been alerted to the first signs in January and by June he was dead.

This was a real tragedy in many ways. Maria was now faced with stark choices of how to make ends meet. She could ask for help from the Guardians of the Poor Law, but the new regulations introduced just fourteen years earlier were harsh and impersonal. Help would only come if she consented to go into the Workhouse, and here she would be separated from her children. If she were lucky she might be able to take the two youngest children with her but Mary who was thirteen and George who was eleven would be placed in other parts of the workhouse.

How she coped in the first few years after her husband’s death in unknown, but by 1851 she was working as were two of her children and she had taken in a lodger. Even so these were hard years and during the next twenty years she worked at a variety of jobs. At one time she was working in the silk industry, later still she was a charwoman.

It was an unremitting life of toil for little money, and for many like Maria and her children it was lived against that backdrop of having finally to seek relief in the workhouse. Their diet was poor and living conditions grim.

So we should not be surprised that all three Lowe women died young. Maria succumbed to TB aged 62 as did her daughter Maria who was just 43 and Mary her other daughter at 46. Both daughters left young children. Mary had left three and Maria seven.

I tried find where they lived recently but as you can expect there is little trace. Leaper Street where the family lived in the 1840s has been redeveloped and Clover Street which was between Watson and Leyland Streets had vanished completely. The poor are indeed always with us but the record of their lives, their contributions and even their thoughts do not often survive. Which I guess is a salutatory lesson to any family historian.

Picture; Jane Lowe, one of the daughters of George and Matria Lowe, born in 1844, by kind permission of Josephine Read, in the collection of Andrew Simpson

Photographs from the Royal Herbert during the Great War ............ a unique album of pictures

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The Royal Herbert, date unknown
Now the story of the Royal Herbert has just got a lot more exciting and that has a lot to do with a fascinating photograph album from the Great War.

It belongs to my old friend David Harrop who has a unique collection of memorabilia covering both world wars as well as the history of the Post Office.

And today I am looking through it with the hope that some at least of the men and the nurses in the pictures can be traced and their stories uncovered.

Christmas Day, 1915
In time I might even be able to discover the nurse responsible for the album.

A few of the nurses are named and tantalizingly two pictures are captioned “myself” so the search is on which may be made easier as the Red Cross continues to add to its online data base of those who served during the Great War.

And then there are the large number of photographs of soldiers in their “hospital blues” recovering on the wards, a few party scenes and handful from soldiers who had recovered and left the hospital.

Summer, 1916
Together they help reveal a little bit of life in the Royal Herbert during 1915 and 1916.

Given the quality of the cameras and the age of the pictures some images have not fared so well but even the poorest have a story to tell.

One of my favourites is of Sister Thomson and a group of men on a ward on Christmas Day in 1915 along with a much faded image of the garden in the summer of 1916.

Now these albums were quite common but I suspect not that many have survived.

Album cover
David has two more which contain comments, poems and drawings of men recovering from wounds and illnesses.

One remains a mystery but the other comes from a Red Cross Hospital in Cheltenham and it has been possible to track  some of the men who made a contribution.

Their stories are as varied as I am sure will be the ones from the Herbert and include a young Canadian who survived the war and went home to live a successful and productive life and another who is buried in the military hospital outside Cairo.

And like all good stories led my friend Susan who lives in Canada to tell the story of that young Canadian and in so doing brought his drawing and his words  off the pages of the Cheltenham book and back from the past.

Now that I have to say was both exciting and moving.

The Royal Herbert album is different in that it only has photographs but in looking through it I have made a link with a hospital I knew well and which at one point in the 1970s treated our mother.

All of which makes it that bit special.

David's permanent exhibition can be seen in the Remembrance Lodge in Southern Cemetery, Manchester and currently features a collection of material commemorating the Manchester Blitz.

Pictures; from the Royal Hebert collection, 1915-16 courtesy of David Harrop

*Blighty,http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Blighty

Eric, the Manchester Pubs book and the Bodleian Library not forgetting Trinity in Dublin

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Now you know you have arrived when you get an email that begins, “on behalf of the Legal Deposit Libraries” with a request to hand over five copies of  one of your books.

The libraries in question are, “the Bodleian Library Oxford University, The Cambridge University Library, National Library of Scotland, National Library of Wales and Trinity College Dublin.”

The email continues “in accordance with the Legal Deposit Libraries Act 2003 or the Irish Copyright and Related Rights Act 2000, as appropriate, I would like to request that the following title(s) be deposited with ourselves."

The book in question is Manchester Pubs - City Centre : The Stories Behind the Doors which came out in late December.

Like many people I was vaguely aware that a copy of all published books is sent to the British Library and assumed that the others I had written were sitting on a shelf but never realized that another five libraries had a call on what was produced.

Three of the four books were published by commercial publishers and I assume they saw to it that copies made their way to the named five along with the British Library.

But as this one was self published the person from legal Deposit Library came knocking at our door.

On one level it is rather flattering, but I am intrigued to know what an undergraduate visiting Trinity Library or a Latin scholar sitting in the Bodleian will make of Eric’s opinion on the Hare and Hounds in Shudehill or would feel the need to correct Eric’s huge historical mistakes when talking about the Old Wellington in Exchange Square.

But then they might just enjoy reading about the 78 iconic Manchester Pubs and be tempted to go looking for the sequel on Chorlton’s Pubs and Bars due out later this year.

From Naples, to Cologne, and Manchester

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Rosa in Naples 1961
This is one of my favourite pictures of Rosa.

It was taken in Naples when she was just 21 during the summer of 1961 just after she had collected her passport.

Later that year she left Italy with Simone her husband and moved to Cambridge.

They were two of those economic migrants much derided by some who sought a new life in a new country.

In the same way and just sixty years earlier my father’s parents crossed the border from Scotland and settled in Gateshead while just a little later my maternal grandfather  came home to Derby with his German war bride.

And it carried on.  Dad and mum finally made their way to London where I was born and over the course of twenty years moved around south east London, and just under a decade later I left for Manchester.

All of which reinforces that simple idea that people move around, make new homes in new places and along the way add to the communities they have joined.

Nor is it all one way.  My great uncle left for Canada in 1914 followed by his sister eleven years later. One of my uncles carved out a career in India and east Africa before settling down in South Africa and to close the Italian connection Rosa and Simone finally left Cambridge for Italy returning not to Naples but Varese in the north.  Only for one of their daughters to return to Cambridge, relocate to Manchester and in the fullness of time to set up home with me.

13-15 Blossom Street, 1903
All of which is an introduction to the many who found a home here in Manchester in the 19th and 20th centuries.

Ours was the shock city of the Industrial Revolution and the mills, engineering plants, chemical works and collieries drew in the rural poor from the surrounding countryside, which were added to by those fleeing the famine in Ireland and later still those escaping the persecution in eastern Europe and the grinding poverty of southern Europe.

For some this was the eventual destination while for others it was the half way stage before crossing the Atlantic.

And their presence can still be found in the synagogues and Torah School of the Jewish community of Strangeways and Redbank and in names like Little Ireland and Little Italy.

Most have had their historians who have recorded their presence, * which is all to the good because these communities have by and large vanished.  Little Ireland which had become one of our worst slums fell victim not to the sweep of town planners but to the railway, which cut through the area.

Not for the first time did a  railway company act as a means for slum clearance.  Much the same happened to sections of Angel Meadow in the north of the city and to parts of London’s slums.

In the case of the Jewish communities of Strangways and Redbank it was that other familiar social development which saw the better off moving out along Cheetham Hill Road to leafy more pleasant places.

Jersey Street, 2011
And so finally to Little Italy in Ancoats which became home to those from Italy who were seeking a better life.

They came from the great cities of the north like Milan, Turin and Genoa from the rural hinterland as well Naples, Sorrento, and Palermo.

It was a small close knit community inhabiting the area behind Great Ancoats Street and primarily located around Jersey Street, Blossom Street, and Henry Street.


Jersey Street, 1908, with No 2 Jackson Court to the left
Now as I often maintain if someone has done the research I have no intention of stealing their thunder, so for those who want to know more about Little Italy there is not only Anthony Rea’s book Little Italy, which was first published in 1988 but his equally fine site where you can find a wealth of information, stories and pictures.**

Added to this there are links to a whole range of other sites which give a comprehensive picture of he life they left and the contribution they made to their adopted city.

Pictures; Rosa in Naples, 1961 from the collection of the Balzano family, 13-15 Blossom Street,  A, Bradburn, 1903, m11033, and Jersey Street, 1908 m10153, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass and Blossom Street from Great Ancoats Street with Gun Street and Henry Street beyond, 2010 from the collection of Andrew Simpson


* Bill Williams, The Making of Manchester Jewry, Manchester University Press 1976, Jewish Manchester: An Illustrated History, DB Publishing, 2008, and a new book on Manchester’s Pre Black History 1750-1926, Anthony Rea, Little Italy, Neil Richardson, 1988, and of course Little Ireland in Conditions of the Working Classes in England , Friedrich Engels, 1844

**Manchester's Ancoats, Little Italy, http://www.ancoatslittleitaly.com/index.html

War Baby ......... stories by Eddy Newport no 23 .... grandparents and the Great War

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Another in the series by Eddy Newport taken from his book, History of a War Baby.

Grandad on leave, 1914
Dad was born the third child to David and Jane (Jenny) Newport at number 10 Tarn Street Southwark London on 13th February 1913.

No 10 was a terrace house with three up and three down an attic room and an outside toilet. He had an older sister Jane (Ginny) and brother David.

His Mother and Farther were married in 1909 at St George the Martyr in Southwark and moved into Rockingham St and then into Tarn Street.

By the time dad had arrived the First World War was about to start and Granddad (Army No.87358 Dvr David Newport) had joined the Royal Field Artillery in Woolwich as a Horse Driver.

He went off to fight for his country and amazingly actually survived to whole war without any injury.  In a strange twist of fate, my dad at the age of one saved his dad’s life.

Ted had caught diphtheria and the war office sent granddad home on compassionate leave to visit his wife and son. However dad survived this illness and when granddad got back to his regiment to find out that they had gone into a battle and very few of them survived the fighting.

Grandad David
His main job was looking after the horses and he was not a fighting soldier.

I guess this gave him a better chance of survival than most.

 I would like to have had a talk with him to find out more about the war, but he was not one for talking about his experiences.

I have his First World War medals.

After the war, he worked for the railway company which became British Rail, and he was a driver with horses and carts delivering goods and parcels around South London out of what was known then as the Brick Layers Arms Railway Depot.

Back from the war 1918, dad’s family started to grow with George, Arthur, Ivy, Freddie, Rose and Doris.
Grandmother and Jenny

The house in Tarn Street must have been bursting at the seams as his granddad came to live with them. He slept in the attic with Ted.

He was a blind man and Ted was his guide when he wanted to visit the local pub for a drink.
Dad left school at fourteen and started work. He was a hard worker and had many jobs.

His first being a baker’s boy pushing a handcart around the Southwark area delivering bread. He moved to various factories around the area. A bed manufacturer and pen nib maker. being two of them.

All of these factories have long gone. He also sold evening papers on London Bridge station. Anything to bring in cash for his mum to buy food with, he did not get much of the cash to spend on himself. Saving money was not an option then.

Ginny & David
As a boy dad joined the Boys Brigade and they held their meetings at Trinity Church in Trinity Street Southwark where he played the bugle. He told me they used to rehearse the band in the crypt of the church. Inside the church’s graveyard was a statue reported to be the oldest statue in London. It look like a medieval King and was thought to be King Canute.

 Dad as a boy was told that the statue on the hour of midnight would leave its plinth and go for a walk around the church. Thinking this to be true, dad was terrified and would make his way home as quickly as possible.

I heard this story many years later when on a trip to London dad and I went into the church only to find that it was no longer used as a church but as a rehearsal room for the London Philharmonic Orchestra.

Apparently the acoustics were so good that it was a perfect venue for the orchestra to record in. We got in by mere cheek and had a look round. We had the pleasure of watching the orchestra rehearsing and, later on, having a cup of tea in the converted crypt now a restaurant. We were told that during the conversion they lowered the floor to give more head room and in doing so knocked down a wall. Behind the wall was found several hundred coffins dating back to the time of Oliver Cromwell. Dad said as he remembered it, the roof was a lot lower, and had he known that he was playing his bugle only a few feet from these coffins he would have never gone down there.

Granddad liked his drink and there was a pub at the end of the street. Dad was sent out to get granddad back from the pub to have his Sunday dinner.  Edie and Ted were inseparable and very often they were called upon to babysit Ted’s small brothers and sisters whilst the parents went to the pub. In about 1935 land development in the Southwark area took place, and Tarn Street with all of its terraced houses had to go and make way for tenement flats.

The family move to a new home in Dog Kennel Hill Dulwich. Ted by this time was a member of the Territorial Army Pioneer Corps in Brangazer St Kennington.  Ted and Edie did not make plans to marry I think they just could not afford to do so, So they just carried on seeing each other until the Second World War was to change all that.


© Eddy Newport 2017

Pictures; from the collection of Eddy Newport

The Soldier’s Friend ..........

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Now I was introduced to crested porcelain figures by my old friend David Harrop.

He has a growing collection made as souvenirs during the Great War and some featured in the book, Manchester Remembering 1914-18.*

Before the war the porcelain companies had turned out a host of different china figures many of which were linked to the seaside resorts and carried the coats of arms and names of the holiday towns.

And with the outbreak of war it just made economic sense to focus on war themes.

So there were tanks, ambulances, battleships and even a bull dog.

All of which makes this Red Cross Nurse figure no surprise.

It carries the coat of arms of the City of London but no doubt there were others destined for everywhere from Manchester to Liverpool, and Newcastle to Belfast.

Location; London









Picture; porcelain figure date unknown from the collection of David Harrop

*A new book on Manchester and the Great War, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/A%20new%20book%20on%20Manchester%20and%20the%20Great%20War


Who remembers Traffic School in Derby?

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Traffic School in 1990
My mother, uncle and I guess both my great grandmother Eliza and her younger sister Maria, all attended Traffic Street School in Derby.

It is also just possible that Eliza and Maria’s brothers and cousins will also have gone through the place  and  during the 1950s I will have passed it many times as a young boy.

All of which links my family to that school in a seamless path from when it opened in 1879 till its closure and demolition at the end of the last century.

Now I have no recollection of the school.  After all when you are eight and on your summer holidays staying with your grandparents the last thing you want to do is go visiting a school.

So all I have are a few stories from when my mother attended the place in the 1920s, some photographs taken just before it was demolished and a collection of  memories which followed  a  newspaper article I wrote for the Daily Telegraph in 2013.

But it will not be unlike the ones I attended in London.

Traffic Street School in 1895
It was a Board School built to a basic design which ensured it was warm in winter and cool in summer with tall windows that let in plenty of light but prevented bored students from gazing out onto the world beyond the classroom.

The rooms were large with big open fire places and these rooms let out on to a corridor or directly on a spacious hall.

And they have stood the test of time.  Long after their successors built in the optimistic 1950s and 60s have been pulled down, plenty of those Board Schools still do the business.

Traffic Street School, 1960
So I rather think I know what Traffic Street was like.

That said what was taught and how it was taught had undergone some dramatic changes by the time I was going through Edmund Waller Infants and Juniors.

True there was still learning by rote, and corporal punishment, but the atmosphere was gentler than when my mother and uncle went to school.

And now I feel it’s time to ask for memories of Traffic Street.

Pictures; Traffic School entrance, and infants classroom from the collection of Cynthia Wigley, and extract from Kelly’s Street Directory Derby, 1895


At the seaside in 1906

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In the light of what was to come later this 1906 seaside picture postcard seems very tame.  

Sadly neither of the two in the collection has a message on the back which given the subject matter would have been interesting.

So for now we shall just have to be content with L.Thackery’s painting and an acknowledgement that this was about as far as the publisher Tuck & Sons were prepared to go.

Picture; in Camera, from the series, At the Seaside, 1906, issued by Tuck & Sons, courtesy of Tuck DB, http://tuckdb.org/

Me, a camera and bits of the City I like ..............Nu 5 Castlefield

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Now all these pictures have already appeared but that has never stopped me wanting to use them all over again to explore my City.




Location, Castlefield, Manchester

Picture; Castlefield, 2003, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Lost and forgotten Streets of Salford Nu 3 .......... Clowes Street

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Of the threes streets that stretch from Chapel Street down to the river Clowes Street has fared the worst.

Clowes Street, 2016
True, at the bottom there are some new blocks of flats overlooking the Irk but the rest is at present a plot of open land waiting development on one side and a car park on the other.

Back in 1850 there were a shed load of properties including some closed courts, the Barley Sheaf pub and the Eagle Foundry.

And the occupations of the street included, a book keeper, beer retailers, skewer maker, button turner, hat box maker and engineer along with a smallware manufacture and Stiffener.

That said not everyone seemed worthy of a mention on the street directory, and quite a few houses are not listed.

Added to which there is the fascinating fact that nine people are recorded at number 21.  All of were male and single.

And as I promised yesterday in the fullness of time I will go looking for the census returns to find out more about Peter Pennington, bookkeeper, Thomas Schofield , beer retailer, Henry Sutcliffe, button turner.

Clowes Street, 1849
Of course nothing stays the same, and that open space will be developed. I might even check out the planning applications to see what will take the place of those small back to backs and closed courts.

Location; Salford 3

Pictures; Clowes Street, 2016 from the collection of Andrew Simpson and in 1849 from the OS for Manchester & Salford, 1842-49 courtesy of Digital Archives Association,http://digitalarchives.co.uk/

Outside Venice ............

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We were travelling back from the seaside west to Varese.

There had been a vague plan to do Venice but in high summer with young kids that was never going to happen.


Instead we stayed by the beach, and on the long way back the traffic jams pulled us up by a field .

Location;  somewhere outside Venice.

Picture; outside Venice, 2009 from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Sherard House and Church Row in Eltham in 1841 and Richard White census enumerator

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Sherard House from the garden, 1909
This is Sherard House and once again I set out to describe the place and once again I have got side tracked.

But I shall start with a little of what I know.

 It stood on the High Street roughly on the site of the Nat West Bank, was built in 1634 and retained many of the original features including “the handsome mantelpieces of carved oak, oak panelling which surrounded the library and the quaint old open fire places.*

By the 1840s the front had been changed considerably but the rear remained unaltered although it would have been difficult to see the features given that it was covered in ivy.

And I would  have loved to walk through its 20 rooms and sat in the garden which extended north to the footpath known as the Slip.

Church Row numbered 316-320 and Sherard House 311 and garden 309, 1844
I can’t be sure at present but I think in the June of 1841 it was occupied by a Jane Edwards who was attended to by six servants but had moved on by 1843 when Sherard House was home to Samuel and his wife Frances and their children.

The Jeffreys were well off, farming 256 acres of land north of the High Street around Well Hall.

Not that they or any of our people of property can be said to have lived a life excluded from those of the less well off.

At the bottom of their garden were the five gardens of Church Row, in which lived the families of a shoemaker, carpenter, plumber and three agricultural labourers.

And these people fascinate me.  There was John and Dorothy Fiske, Anne Wakeman, John and Susanna Francis who shared with Joseph and Jane Arnold, while further down the row lived the Russell and Blundell families.

What is all the more remarkable is that these ordinary families show up in a range of official documents from the tithe schedule to the parish records.

The opening page of the census Enu 4 Eltham Kent , 1841 with Richard's signature
All would have been known to Richard White schoolmaster and the enumerator who in the June of 1841 was responsible for delivery the census forms to the 126 households on the north side of the High Street from the church down to South End.

His was the job of making sense of what had been written and in some cases of filling in the forms of those who were illiterate.

These enumerators were not slow to amend and correct the entries, sometimes even altering the occupations listed by a householder.

Now Richard White is an interesting chap and I only wish I knew more about him.  He would have been paid for his work, and may have been selected from a number of people who applied for the job.

Baptismal record of Catherine white, 1838
He lived with his wife in Pound Yard close to the National School, and baptised his two children at the parish church, and then he falls out of history.

I can’t find him or his wife Mary, although there is one official reference to their son later in the century.  Neither of them was from Eltham so perhaps they moved on.

I suspect the rate books may give me a clue, and I have yet to pursue the school records, but in the meantime I shall leave them, but secure in the knowledge that I will return to both them and the occupants of Church Row.

*R.R.C Gregory, The Story of Royal Eltham, 1909

Pictures; Sherard House from The story of Royal Eltham, R.R.C. Gregory, 1909 and published on The story of Royal Eltham, by Roy Ayers,http://www.gregory.elthamhistory.org.uk/bookpages/i001.htm detail of Eltham High Street,  1844 from the Tithe map for Eltham courtesy of Kent History and Library Centre, Maidstone,http://www.kent.gov.uk/leisure_and_culture/kent_history/kent_history__library_centre.aspx

Baptismal records and census extracts from ancestry.co.uk courtesy of The National Archives

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