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Be happy ........ Manchester 1979

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Now the event is lost in time.


It was after all over thirty years ago, and I have no recollection of coming across this group, but I did because I have the pictures which I took.

I know we were beside St Ann’s Church on that small open area just across from the Square.

I wish I had carefully recorded the event but the wallet holding the strip of negatives, just says "Manchester, 1979-80".

And that is it.

The performers look happy, and the bystanders a tad bemused, and with the passage of time I can’t even remember what I thought.

Still I like the pictures, of which there were about six, all shot in rapid succession.

There may be someone who remembers the performance, or better still was one of the group, who on that Saturday all those years ago, took to the streets of City offering up a bit of fun on the day.

Location; Manchester

Pictures; the performers, circa 1979-80 from the collection of Andrew Simpson


Scenes from a tram stop ......

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Victoria, 2016
Now it is a given that behind every picture there is a story, but of course the stories can change, be adapted or turn out to be something entirely different.

So here are some  tram pictures.

I know where and when they were taken and have written about each one.

But viewed just as a photograph with just a location and a date any one can create their own tale wrapped around what they see and how they imagine the scene can spin off.

As a historian I have to say it may not be history but I have enough writing chums to know that such a project can be fun.

That said for me the stories will be factual and have a purpose, because later in the year I will be getting serious with the new book,The History of Greater Manchester By Tram – The Stories at the Stops*

Market Street, 2014
It is another of those collaborations with Peter Topping where he paints the pictures and I tell the stories.

Each of the stops on the network will be painted by Peter and I will find a story for each, which tells a bit of the history of Greater Manchester.

The book will be ready for the summer allowing readers the opportunity to jump on a tram and  travel the routes and in the process learn about where we live.

A few of the stories have already been written and some are slowly emerging as Peter and I set about the great adventure of travelling from Chorlton to Media City, across to the Airport and off to Ashton, Oldham and Rochdale in the east and Bury, Altrincham and Eccles.

We have even walked bits of the new route out to Trafford Centre.

Market Street, 2017
My favourite story at the moment is the one about Clayton Hall but I am pretty sure that over the next few months others will bubble up and take pride of place.

We did wonder about whether there would be somewhere with no tale to tell.

My friend David muttered darkly about one stop on the way to Oldham which offered just a car park and a sign.

But he underestimates us, and there will always be a story from the one about the 27 Steps to "The Dog, the Donkey and the car boot sale".

Market Street, 2015
In the mean time here are four photographs,  all taken between 2014 and 2017 from a metro stop.

Some were taken in high summer and others as November rolled into December and there was a promise of Christmas to come.

And for those who really want to know exactly where they were taken, the first was on Victoria Station and the remaining three at Market Street.

Location Manchester

Pictures; Scenes from a tram stop, 2014-2017, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

*A new book on the History of Greater Manchester by Tram, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/A%20new%20book%20on%20the%20History%20of%20Greater%20Manchester%20by%20Tram

Posting a letter at the Worsley Post Office ........ now that’s a zippy title

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I am the first to admit that Posting a letter at the Worsley Post Office does not rank high as an imaginative title but there you are, sometimes you just have to say it as it is.

And today I am going to do one of those things I dislike when others post a picture with no supporting notes.

I don’t have a date, or the name of a photographer or anything else which would provide a context, other than that it was marketed by “Boots Cash Chemist” and was from their “Pelham Series.”

It’s not a lot but it does offer something to follow up.

I am not surprised that Boots were selling picture postcards, only that they were doing it so early.

The company was established in 1849, was sold to the American United Drug Company in 1920 and sold back into British hands in 1933.

Not that any of this helps with a date for our Post Office.

But someone will know.

Location; Worsley

Picture; Worsley Post Office, date unknown from the collection of David Harrop

The Lost Chorlton pictures ......... no 15. .........

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 Now I am pretty confident that this one will bring up a rich collection of memories.

It continued trading into the 1980s and was a wonderful place where the chesses were piled high and there was pretty much any cheese you wanted.

Location; Wilbraham Road










Picture; the bacon and cheese shop, 1979, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

The Christening ......... Greenwich, 1980

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A christening like a wedding is a very personal event, but the passage of time can allow them to become fascinating glimpses into our collective past.


It might be the period clothes, the untold stories stretching forward over a century or just the novelty of seeing strangers being very happy at a significant point in their family’s story.

Back in 1980 the first of dad’s grandchildren was christened, an event which was followed by the birth of ten more and now some grandchildren.

All of which means that these pictures are not that old, nor was the occasion attended by any celebrity and nothing untoward happened, other than that we all got together had a good time and celebrated the first born of the next generation.

I had completely forgotten I had taken the pictures which only came to light as I slowly turned old black and white negatives from the days of smelly photography into digital images.

The collection consists of hundreds of photographs taken between 1978 until1984 when I pretty much stopped.

They cover demonstrations, events and just street scenes spread out across Manchester, London and Birmingham.

I don’t claim they are any better than the pictures of the great photographers but they will do for me.

Location; Greenwich, 1980






Pictures; the Christening, 1980, London from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Walking the Rochdale ...... from the Grimy Series

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Now I know the quality of the pictures are poor.

They lack a certain sharpness, and could do with a bit of “electronic touching up” but in my defence the negatives have sat in the cellar for nearly forty years.

We are on the Rochdale Canal back in the late 1970s and the pictures come from my Grimy Series.

Back then Derek the Developer had yet to discover those bits of the Twin Cities which the post Industrial Revolution had left behind.

All of which meant that this stretch of the canal, along with what is now the Northern Quarter were left to me, a few others who wandered through and the small band of people who worked the areas.

Since then Castlefield and the Northern Quarter and lots of Greengate have been given the eye of builders, entrepreneur,s and of course a host of people who want to live in the city centre.

Back in the mid ‘70s I was one of them, but at the time there was little in the way of accommodation save the homes above the Arndale and the plans for those properties by Tonman Street.

Nor back then would there have been many people to keep me company.

But enough of such thoughts, instead I shall leave you with this, City Centre living is good for the Twin Cities, discuss.

Location; Manchester

Picture; The Rochdale Canal, 1979 from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Lost images of Whalley Range part 1 the cinema

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I am on Upper Chorlton Road in 1960 with A.H. Downes who took a lot of pictures of the area.

In the distance you can just make out the Whalley Hotel and the junction with Brooks Bar beyond.

But what interests me is the Ferodo building which I must have passed countless times over the years and not given much thought to.

It vanished before I realized it was under threat and I wish I knew more about it.

That said I know there will be someone who does and kick myself for not taking more careful note of Derek Southall’s wonderful account of Manchester picture houses because I am pretty sure that he mentions this building.*

It is similar to many which were built in the early decades of the 20th century, and was one step up on the simple wooden huts and old vareity halls which were converted into picture houses as the novelty of cinema caught on.

But then I could be wrong we shall have to wait and see.

It certainly looks similar and  a little grander than the one further up Upper Chorlton Road which has survived as a furniture store.

So I shall just leave it there on Upper Chorlton Road in 1960 and wait for the memories, stories and details of the place to flood in.

Picture, Whalley Range, Upper Chorlton Road, north east side, 1960, A.H.Downes, m40806 and again in 1973, photographer unknown, m40728, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council

*The Golden Years of Manchester Picture Houses: Memories of the Silver Screen 1900-1970 Derek J. Southall

The Lost Chorlton pictures ......... no 16. .........

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I don’t remember the Cough & Candy Shop and never had occasion to go into the Burnley Building Society.

A decade before I took the picture Barclays Bank occupied the corner plot and sometime in the 1980s or perhaps later Max Spielman moved into replace “Cut Price Sweets and Tobacco” with glossy prints of holidays in the sun.

Location; Chorlton


Picture; Barlow Moor Road, 1979, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Views from around Victoria Bridge ........ a date to remember

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We will all have our own special bridge across the river that takes you from Salford into Manchester.

I will stand on the fence and just say I like them all, from the old Victorian ones to those exciting swirling footbridges which seem to keep popping up.

That said I do like Victoria Bridge, because it affords pretty impressive views of the new developments on both sides of the water.

Now whatever you think of those new developments they are going up a pace, and while I miss the earlier Victorian and Edwardian ones, some of these had pretty much had their day.

And it is also worth noting that the Victorians showed scant regard for what had been there before.
So here is the first of Andy Robertson’s new series on Views from Victoria Bridge.

Location; Salford

Picture; a date, 2017 from the collection of Andy Robertson

Naples .... where the houses rise like cliffs and look down on narrow and busy places

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Over a century and a bit ago a group of Neapolitan photographers set out to capture something of the vibrancy of their city.



And because then as now much of that vibrancy was conducted on the streets they photographed families eating off battered old tables, and women having their hair done in the streets while conversing with water carriers shop keepers and anyone who wandered into the street.

Nor has much changed.

Location; Naples

Picture; Naples in 2017 from the collection of Saul Simpson and Emilka Cholewicka

One hundred years of one house in Well Hall part 21 ........... the unbroken chain

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This is the continuing story of one house in Well Hall Road and of the people who lived there including our family.*

Now I think it will be rare that most of us can track all of the people who lived in a house from its construction to the present day.

But after a heap of research that is what we can do for our house in Well Hall.

The house has been home to thirteen families since it was built in 1915 and I know the names of all but one family.

What is all the more remarkable is that we lived there the longest, from the April of 1964 till 1994.

In that time the five of us grew up and eventually all but one of us left home.

It saw the death of mother, our sister Stella, and finally Dad.

But it was also a happy place and one that even now we all think of as home.

And that bond has been strengthened by a link to the present owners who have kindly taken pictures of the house today.

I have to say there is something odd about looking down on our back garden and seeing that the old tree at the back is still there.

It reminds me of the continuity that stretches far beyond our time at 294 and has made me look again at the stories of all the people who called the place home.

Searching for those stories will prove difficult.  The last census return that can be accessed is 1911 and while there are the electoral rolls and lists of births deaths and marriages these give little away.

So I know next to nothing about Mr and Mrs Nunn who lived there from 1915 until 1919 and only that the Rendles who followed them are buried in Sussex having died in 1946 and ‘54.

Slightly more promising were John and Leah Jarvis who occupied the house from 1929 through to 1947.

He was a “technical chemist", born in 1877 and she was ten year younger who gave her occupation in 1939 as “Unpaid Domestic Duties".

There was a son who may been living in Deptford a year earlier but by 1939 was back in 294.

It is a meagre set of information I grant you but in time there will be more.

I am guessing that Mr Nunn worked at the Royal Arsenal but there is no clue as to the occupation of Mr Rendle or Mr Jarvis.

They may have also worked there but the employment records seem lost.

Now that would be a useful piece of information as it would throw light on how long residents of the estate were linked to the Royal Arsenal.

But what we have is a start.

Location; Well Hall

Pictures; us circa 1970, from the Simpson collection

*One hundred years of one house on Well Hall Road, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/One%20hundred%20years%20of%20one%20house%20in%20Well%20Hall

Never throw away the negatives ....... part 1 .... the Jewish Working Men’s Club and Jewish Soup Kitchen

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Now long after the prints have been damaged or worse still lost, there are always the negatives.

Manchester Jewish Working Men's Club, Empire Street, 1986
Of course most of the time, these are consigned to the back of a cupboard.

And so it was with a collection I took in the mid 1980s on the streets off Cheetham Hill Road.

They were part of a research project on the Jewish Community and sadly the pictures and the notes have long gone, but the negatives have survived.

Not so the Club which was on the corner of Empire Street and Wooley Street.

I don’t know when the building was demolished but it has been replaced by a warehouse and factory.

The club was formed in 1886 and it was here in “November 1895 a meeting was convened at the Manchester Jewish Workingmen's Club to consider ways and means to alleviate suffering in the Jewish community. The creation of the Manchester Jewish Soup Kitchen in 1896 was the
result of this meeting. 


The Manchester Jewish Soup Kitchen, Southall Street, 1986
In December 1906 a building in Southall Street was completed, with a purpose built dining hall. 

The meals consisted of soup containing meat and vegetables, together with bread. 

Mrs Dolly Phillips (1903-) and her husband, Harry, were at the forefront of the organisation. Mrs Dolly Phillips first became involved in the Soup Kitchen in 1920 at the age of 17. As Honarary Secretary she introduced the meals on wheels service in 1942. 

The building on Southall Street was sold and the kitchen of the Manchester Jews Benevolent Society was used. In 1978 the service moved to Holy Law Synagogue in Rita Glickman House, Prestwich. In 1997 they had about 200 clients”.*

Location; Manchester

Pictures; the the Jewish Working Men’s Club and Soup Kitchen, 1986, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

* Records of the Manchester Jewish Community, 2015, Manchester Central Library, www.manchester.gov.uk/download/.../id/.../jewish_community_archives_guide.pdf

What we inherit and what we pass on ..... those two houses on Upper Chorlton Road

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Now I know it is not an original observation that the homes we occupy are places that we hold in trust and that sooner or later we will pass them on to someone else.

the two properties just before the redevelopment
And it really doesn’t matter whether it is a palace or a modest semi in the suburbs.

The question is how will the property fare on our watch?

Will we have left it in a better state and what will be the stories that we contribute to its history?

I can count five houses which I have called home, along with umpteen flats and bed sits.

Of the five two have been truly family homes where I was happy and where I think we made a difference.

And of these the last is the one we still occupy today after nearly forty years, and I suppose our contribution is that we are the first of the four to own it, who have had children running through the place.

The first of the two to be completed
All of which makes me reflect on the twin stories of numbers 198 and 200 Upper Chorlton Road which I have regularly written about.*

They were built in the 1870s when a large chunk of Upper Chorlton Road was still fields, experienced mixed fortunes which by the beginning of this century had left them unloved, neglected and pretty much in danger.

But they have had a new lease of life, being converted by a developer into a series of residences for the 21st century.**

I had the opportunity to wander around them during their conversion, wore the hard hat, watched as bits of unsympathetic and unsafe alterations were swept away and finally returned as the completed flats were finished.

The development has won an award and more than that has saved two grand old properties and made them homes again.

Location Whalley Range

Pictures; from the collection of Andrew Simpson

* At 200 & 198 Upper Chorlton Road, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/At%20200%2F198%20Upper%20Chorlton%20Road

** Armistead Properties,http://www.armisteadproperty.co.uk/

Waiting for the story ......

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Now I know there is a story behind this picture because I have been promised one.

We are on Oldham Street outside the Manchester Coffee Company last week, and something is stirring inside.

The photograph is another from the camera of Andy Robertson who maintains an excellent vigil on all things happening across the Twin Cities.

And last Saturday he took himself off across the Northern Quarter recording the changes to the area.

As everyone who reads the blog knows, Andy’s pictures are a fine record of what we have lost, what we might soon lose and what we have gained.

In years to come they will stand beside those photographers of the past who we all plunder to get a picture of Manchester and Salford as it was.

So for now, here is the picture and the rest as they say is on the way.

But for those who ask where the history is, number 33 Oldham Street was in 1911 occupied by "Craston & Son Hosiers".

Location; Manchester

Picture; Oldham Street, 2018, from the collection of Andy Robertson

Stories of balaclavas and adventures .......... out on the edges Peckham and New Cross

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Now if you have never read The Balaclava Story, and the Christmas Party by George Layton then it’s time to do so.*

They are set in the north of England in the post war period and chronicle the all too funny and at times sad escapades of Norman and his school mates.

I first read them soon after they were published in 1975 and instantly saw a connection with my own childhood in south east London.

I identified then and still do with Norman and the opening lines of The Balaclava Story ..............

“Tony and Barry both had one.  I reckon half the kids in our class had one.  But I didn’t.  My mum wouldn’t even listen to me.

‘You’re not having a balaclava!  What do you want a balaclava for in the middle of summer?’

I must’ve told her about ten times why I wanted a balaclava.

‘I want one so’s I can join the Balaclava Boys ....’

‘Go and wash your hands for tea, and don’t be so silly.’ She turned away from me to lay the table, so I put the curse of the middle finger on her.  This was pointing both of your middle fingers at somebody when they weren’t looking.”*

And many of us growing up in the late 1940s into the 50s will have had similar experiences, although in my case I did get the balaclava.

In fact I pretty much got one every year from when I was four till vanity and the teenage years banished them to the back of the wardrobe.

They were essential wear not only because they kept you warm but once the thing was on your head, you could be Ivanhoe, Lancelot or the good knight who occasionally featured in Robin Hood.

That said sometimes the pattern or mother’s knitting did not deliver which usually meant they were tight to put on or just too loose.

Of the two I could put up with the struggle of pulling it over your head but the loose ones tended to mean that they sagged exposing your chin and made you look daft.

Mine were usually grey or brown wool and because the mail hoods worn by a knight were a metallic colour then grey was always the preferred choice, but never underestimate a mother’s quest for value and quality over historical accuracy.

But at a pinch even a brown one would pass muster on those cold Saturdays when you wandered off in search of adventure and a new park.

There were usually three of us although sometimes the lad that lived in one of the basement flats close to the fire station would join us.

Not that we ever called ourselves the Balaclava Boys, although I did once ask mother to help out with some badges which she did by cutting out round cardboard discs attached by cello tape to safety pins, but they never caught on I suspect because she chose to call us the “Slugs” and emblazoned them across each badge in different coloured ink.

Still the thought was there and unlike the tale of Norman’s balaclava there was a happy ending.

Pictures; cover from the Fib and other stories, George Layton and 'The balaclava helmet' Pattern for a balaclava helmet From Essentials for the Forces Jaeger Handknit 1940s With ear flaps to enable good hearing during telephone operations (or for use with a mobile phone). The Victoria & Albert Museum, circa 1940s,http://www.vam.ac.uk/users/node/14309

*The Fib and other stories, The Balaclava Boys George Layton, 1975

** The Balaclava Story

The Partnership ..... “it shall be the duty of the local authority to receive the child into their care”

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The continuing story of one children’s charity, from its foundation in 1870 to the present day.

Like many of the those organizations involved in the welfare of young people the Manchester and Salford Boys’ and Girls’ Refuge migrated children to Canada, but it stopped in 1914.

That for anyone involved in the study of British Home Children makes it interesting, but its story after that date and through the last century into the present is equally interesting and reflects the changing policies and attitudes to child care on the part of the State and the children’s charities.

The extension of the Welfare State after the war brought local authorities in to partnership with the Manchester and Salford Boys’ and Girls’ Refuge.

For over half a century the State had been broadening its responsibilities to care for the citizen from “the cradle to the grave”, and in 1948 building on the recommendations of the Curtis Report the Government passed the Children’s Act which set out that local authorities should assume control for children under 17 who had been “abandoned by their parents or guardians, or were lost, or whose parents were incapable of providing proper accommodation, maintenance and upbringing”.

In pursuance of this new responsibility local authorities had to set up a Children’s Committee with a Children’s Officer.

The Curtis Report had been established to look at the provision of children “who are deprived of a normal home life with their own parents or relatives and to consider what measures should be taken to ensure that these children are brought up under conditions best calculated to compensate them for the lack of parental care.”

The report was critical of the poor conditions it encountered in some institutionalised homes along with a general lack of training given to carers.

It recommended that where possible young people should be adopted as a first choice and fostered as an alternative, but if they were placed in a home, these homes should contain a maximum of twelve children and ideally have no more than eight.

It also proposed that everything should be done to maintain contact with relatives, develop friendships outside the home and that siblings be kept together. Finally it recommended that children should be entitled to a religious upbringing which was appropriate to its background.

The Curtis Report had found some child care wanting and looked to serious changes, while the Children’s Act altered the relationship between all those charities working with young people and brought them into a national system of child care overseen by the State.

The upside for our charity was that it now received higher levels of funding which reduced the need to rely on generating its own income.

It also embraced the Curtis Report and from 1957 into the ‘60s embarked on a programme of creating a Family Group of Homes, known as the Belmont Group.

This was in accomplished in part by converting existing properties in the Children’s Village in Cheadle and by the purchase or construction of new homes across south Manchester.

Other properties which the charity had acquired through mergers and which were past their best were also sold off and the money used to fund the Family Group Homes project.

Location; Manchester & Cheadle

Pictures; from annual reports of the Manchester and Salford Boys’ and Girls’s Refuges, courtesy of the Together Trust, https://www.togethertrust.org.uk/

*A new book on the Together Trust, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/A%20new%20book%20on%20the%20Together%20Trust

** Children Act 1948, Part 1 Duty of a local authority to provide for orphans, deserted children etc

On the High Street in 1873

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I have moved a little south from Well Hall and am wandering the High Street sometime in 1873.

It is a scene we will return to in detail later.

For now what strikes you perhaps more than anything is the absence of Well Hall Road which today runs down from the High Street past the church and off in a straight line down to Well Hall.  This was to be cut much later.

In the 1870s this spot would have been dominated by  St John’s to the west and opposite the vicarage, while beyond this point heading east would have been a collection of fine houses, not so fine houses  and the smithy and National School.

Picture; the High Street from the OS map of Kent, sheet 08, 1858-73, First Edition

Never throw away the negatives ....... part 2 .... The Talmud Torah School ....Bent Street

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Now keeping the negatives never really seems worth it, but when the original prints get lost or damaged those negatives can prove very important.

All of which just points up how pleased I was that I found the set which I took of the streets around Cheetham Hill Road in the mid 1980s.

Not only have the prints gone but so have the notes I made of the research into the area.

This is the old Talmud Torah School opened in 1880, for “the teaching of elementary education in
Hebrew, the Scriptures and the Talmud and in the principles of the Jewish faith and practise. Talmud Torah schools were traditionally for boys only. Girls were admitted in modern times. 

The School was founded in 1880 and established in purpose built premises at No. 11 Bent Street, Cheetham, Manchester. In 1958 the Bent Street school was sold and in 1959 the new headquarters of the Manchester Central Board for Hebrew Education and Talmud Torah was opened in Upper Park Road, Salford. It closed in 2005”.*

I had half expected that the building would no longer exist but it does, still in commercial use as it when I came across it, but looking a lot better.  All but two of the big signboards have gone and these are neat and discreet.

Added to which a fair amount of the school’s records have survived, including account books payments and registers of contributions and a description of the damage done to the building during the Blitz.

Location; Bent Street, Manchester

Picture; The Talmud Torah School, 1986, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

* Records of the Manchester Jewish Community, 2015, Manchester Central Library, www.manchester.gov.uk/download/.../id/.../jewish_community_archives_guide.pdf

The Imperial Picture House, Whalley Range

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The Imperial on Chorlton Road, 1961
Now I am of that generation who went to the cinema before split screens, multi studios and the one film programme.

Back then there were still two films, a short cinema news review and the programmes showed continuously so whatever time you went in you sat through until you got to the bit of the film you had started at and then left.

These picture houses were still theatres of dreams with thick carpets plush decorations and that distinctive smell and of course a big screen which could take you almost anywhere.

The best had been built in the 1930s when this was the cutting edge of entertainment and even in the 1950s and early 60s they offered up something special.

The Imperial in 2014
The smaller and older ones often past their best might not have been as impressive but once the lights went down they too could work their magic.

All of which dear reader will mark me out as an old fashioned cinema goer.

And so here and over the next few weeks will be a short series featuring just one picture house.

This was the Imperial on Chorlton Road which was still showing films in the 1980s.

It has long been converted into another use but my friend Andy knowing my fascination for old picture houses set about recording the place.

The Imperial in 2014
He started with the outside and then began on the interior.

So here is the Imperial as it was and as it is now with a little of its past glory revealed.

And as with all good serials there is lots more to come and who knows we may elicit some memories.


Pictures; the Imperial in 1961, A H Downes, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=passand today from the collection of Andy Robertson, with a thank you to Imperial Timber 166-172 Chorlton Rd Manchester M16 7WW‎
0161 226 9190

A day in the Quays ......... celebrating Salford

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There may be some who mutter this isn’t really Salford, not the one I remember, and that will be true.

But all places change and reinvent themselves and Mr Muggins in 1760 may well have reflected that the grand Victorian buildings that rose on the streets of Salford weren’t to his taste.

So here are some of Andy Robertson’s pictures of Salford taken on a bright sunny day in 2017.

Location; Salford

Pictures, Salford, 2017 from the collection of Andy Robertson
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