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"Shedding an occasional ray of light and cheer upon the dull lives of the slum children" ......... the Cinderella Clubs

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Now until yesterday I had no idea that there was an organisation called the Cinderella Club or of its links to the wider socialist movement and of its work in helping poor working class children.

It is one of those little stories which has faded from view, but is an interesting insight into how we were dealing with child poverty over a century ago.

“The idea of the Cinderella Clubs seems to have originated with Robert Blatchford, a journalist with the Sunday Chronicle. According to the Leeds Mercury of 18 April 1890, the Cinderella Club Movement, which was founded in Manchester, aimed 'to shed an occasional ray of light and cheer upon the dull lives of the slum children.' 

The Chronicle had 'asked for helpers in other towns,' and appears to have had little difficulty in securing these from the middle and working classes as well as patrons from the better classes.  In Leeds, for example, the Cinderella Club could count amongst its patrons the Mayor and Lady Mayoress and at least one local Member of Parliament.”*

In pursuing the story I came across twenty-five photographs of the work of the club taken in 1910.

They cover everything from Christmas visits to parties and the inevitable day out by the sea.

And it clearly there is a story here, both in its own right and as another challenge to those who saw the migration to Canada as the answer to child poverty, destitution and neglect.

Of course the Cinderella Clubs could never do more than be a short term fix to a big problem and there will be those who argued that in the long run a new start away from the grime and awful conditions of our inner cities in the fresh air and open fields of Canada and later Australia was the way forward.

For a few this may have been the case but as the records are beginning to show the migration of thousands of children to Canada brought heart ache, suffering and in some cases a degree of cruelty which exceeded what these young people had experienced here.

It also neatly side stepped the real issues that the prevailing economic and social system was responsible for the conditions endured by the majority of working people which even in good times was circumscribed by the possibilities of ill health unemployment and just bad luck.

Any of which could pitch a family into real poverty and destitution.

So I shall dig deeper in to the Cinderella Club Movement and into the Christian Socialists who seemed to be linked to the clubs.

All of which only leaves me to thank Dee who first published the story on facebook yesterday and in turn led me to the various sites which gave me some insight into their work.

In the meantime I shall just return to the images from the archive and in particular to the four I have featured.  I could have chosen others. But these I think sum up the club.

They all convey that mix of excitement and sheer pleasure that from a  party and a day out.  It is there in the smile on the face of the lone boy and from some of those in the hall.

And then there is the station scene.  It is a destination I do not know but maybe someone will follow the clue of “FURNISH AT WARINGS MANCH’R or recognise the station approach and come up with a place.

It is so representative of an institutional day out.  The children all in the best clothes, with a uniformity in their dress, the adults also decked out in their finest accompanying their own children and beyond them the day to day throng of railway passengers.

But there is also something else which I am not so sure about and sits a little uncomfortably with me.  It starts with that sign announcing “POOR GIRLS AND BOYS”, and going on to explain that the camp is SUPPORTED SOLELY BY VOLUNTARY CONTRIBUTIONS, and that it is"OPEN FOR INSPECTION DAILY.”

This may be a necessary part of any voluntary organisation and good self publicity but  reminds me of those before and after images that the children’s societies of the period went in for as a way of promoting their work of rescuing young people off the streets.

But I suspect that those in our picture were not bothered about the sign, they like the lad with the smile and the present are more content with what had been offered them.

Pictures; Cricket Game with the Cinderella Club, 1910,  m68190 , a party meal, m68191, one happy child, m68208, and setting off, m68209, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council

* The Cinderella Club Movement from the blog, Victorian History, http://vichist.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/cinderella-club-movement.html

**Manchester Local Image Collection, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/ResultsList.php?QueryName=BasicQuery&QueryPage=%2Findex.php%3Fsession%3Dpass&Anywhere=SummaryData%7CAdmWebMetadata&QueryTerms=Cinderella-Club&QueryOption=Anywhere&Submit=Search&StartAt=1


So what was going on at All Saints in Weaste on July13 1912?

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Now here is a mystery worthy of investigation.

We are at All Saints Church in Weaste on July 13 1912 and it would be fun to know exactly what was going in.

Of course the most obvious suggestion would a fete or perhaps even a celebration of the establishment of the church which “began as the mission church of St. Paul in the parish of St. Luke's was built in 1903, extended by Rev. Theodore Emmott, and consecrated as All Saints on 31 January 1910. 

An Order in Council, 19 July 1910 (London Gazette, 26 July) assigned part of St. Luke's parish to All Saints.

In 1949 the parishes were re-united as St. Luke with All Saints.”*

It was situated on the Eccles New Road with its vicarage at nu 542 close to Stott Lane.

Now some at least of the records of the church are in the Manchester Archives and Local Studies centre so

I may find a clue there to this event and a trawl of the papers might also turn something up.**

July 13 1912 was a Saturday and if I wanted to be really nerdy I guess I could find out the weather for the day.

But I shall close with that name on the bottom left hand corner which is a G Greenhalgh who may have been the photographer and who may also have been responsible for turning it into a picture postcard.

I found a George Fredrick Greenhalgh at 17 Derby Street but there is no listing of him as having a photographic studio.

Not that any of this detracts from what is a nice photograph of an unknown event in Salford in 1912 and leaves me to ponder on whether any of those staring out at us were related to the men who appear on the All Saints War Memorial now in St Lukes.***

Location; Salford







Picture; All Saints in Weaste on July13 1912, a picture postcard from the collection of David Harrop

*The National Archives, http://discovery.nationalarchives.gov.uk/details/rd/4dfa81eb-e538-457b-b499-a017ab385114

** Manchester Archives and Local Studies http://www.manchester.gov.uk/info/448/archives_and_local_history

***Salford War Memorials, http://www.salfordwarmemorials.co.uk/all-saints-weaste.html

As others saw us, travelling across the North West in 1792, part 1 Ashton Under-Lyne

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Now something new was happening in the North at the end of the 18th century and it was attracting the interest of the rest of the country as well as from further afield.

Just 40 years after our tourist visited Ashton
These visitors marvelled at the new technology, shuddered at the awful conditions and to use that much used phrase confidently proclaimed they had seen the future and it worked.

Their observations have been collected, repackaged and represented in numerous books about the period but there are still plenty who have lain forgotten.

So here is the first of a series representing the experiences of the less familiar starting with an unknown tourist from Worcestershire who made his way across the North West in 1792.

And by 1853 this was the centre of Ashton
On the way he encountered bad food, dangerous roads, dubious resting places but also the wonders of that new technology.

“Friday morning went to Ashton-under-Lyne to see Mills & Machine for Carding & Spinning of Cotton; which is very curious & Surprising to see The Spinning Mules & Jennys, as they call ‘em, Spin 144 threads at once, & will spin one Pound of Cotton to so fine a thread that it will reach – according to Calculation -168,000 Yards or 95 miles &½.

Then its weav’d into Aprons, Handkerchiefs, & c.

Likewise saw the Iron works where they Cast Iron Rolls & Cylinders & Bore thro ; an Iron Pipe, the same as we Bore a Pump.

It goes by Water, & the Wheels as Large as our Mill wheels-all Cast Iron Except the Water wheel.  They likewise turn Large Iron work in a Lathe, the same as our Carpenters turn a Piece of Wood.

Very wet this Afternoon.”

Picture; Ashton-Under-Lyne, from the Map of the inland navigation canals and rail roads with the situations of the various mineral productions throughout Great Britain from actual surveys projected on the basis of the trigonometrical survey made by the order of the honourable the Board of Ordnance, John Walker, Richard Nicholson and Joseph Priestley, 1830, and detail of the town centre from the OS map for Lancashire, 1841-53,  courtesy of Digital Archives. Association,    http://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/

*A Tourist’s Diary, Countryman sees the Sights, Mills Quays, and Prisons, from ‘A Journey to Manchester and Liverpool from Broadway’ 1792, published in the Manchester Guardian, July 16. 1936

Apologising to Mr Lightly Simpson of Beech Road

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Now Lightly Simpson is not a name you forget and ever since I first came across him I have wondered about his life and career.

Chorlton Row, now Beech Road in 1844
He came from Tadcaster and was born in 1810.

And I have done him a big injustice because he appears in the census for 1841 living on what is now Beech Road listing his occupation as “druggist” and I naturally assumed he was one of our shopkeepers, worse still I said so in the book.*

It did seem a tad odd that a small rural community like Chorlton should have a druggist but there he was living with his family somewhere near the bottom of the road where it runs into the green.

But it transpires he was much more than just a country chemist having a prestigious shop in the heart of the city which he opened in 1830, two more in the suburbs and was granted a patent for his invention of a better way of preparing colours for printing cotton and other fabrics.

Lily Cottage, later Row House circa 1980
All of which he had achieved by the age of 25 and which by the late 1840s he had left behind plunging instead into the wonderful and exciting new business of railways, ending up as a director on numerous companies.

None of which I knew until Mr Bill King made contact and asked me about Lightly’s connection with Chorlton and as they say a whole new chapter emerged.

But because this is still a piece of research in the making I shall not trespass on Mr King’s work until he has published it.

Lilly Cottage, later Row House 2008
Instead I shall fasten on the time Mr and Mrs Simpson were living on Beech Road which looks to be no more than three years from the June of 1841 to 1844.

They are on the census for 1841 which was taken in the June, but do not appear on the directories which will have been compiled in late 1840.

One of their sons was born here in 1842 but they were in Burnage two years later for the birth of their next child and by 1851 were in Flixton where Lightly and his eldest son described themselves as “retired druggists.”

All of which just leaves the question of where they lived on Beech Road.  I had assumed it might have been one of the wattle and daub cottages underneath the Trevor, but given that our Mr Lightly was already a man of substance I suspect it would have been all together a much grander affair.

Chorlton Row and its residents in 1845
Sadly I doubt that we will ever be able to locate it.

There are a number of possible properties all of which have long since been demolished but if pushed I think it might have been Lilly Cottage which was a fine looking house which stood on the corner of Acres Road and Beech Road.

It had been the home of the Blomley family in the early 19th century and in 1845 was occupied by a Mary Holland.

Later still it was the home of William Batty when it was known as Row House.

And it was still there as late as 2008.

In time I might come across more evidence, but the most detailed records for Beech Road are the Rate Books which begin in 1845 and the Tithe schedule which dates to the same year.

Alas by then Mr Simpson had moved on, but at least I can now be sure it was not from a chemist shop.

Pictures; detail Chorlton Row, now Beech Road from 1844 OS map of Lancashire, courtesy of Digital Archive Association,http://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/and Row House in 1980 and 2008 from the collection of Lawrence Beedle

*The Story of Chorlton-cum-Hardy,http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2011/11/the-story-of-chorlton-cum-hardy.html

Well Hall in the 1920s nu 1 ........... catching the train and watching out for the cows

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A short occasional series on Well Hall in the 1920s.

Now I washed up in Eltham in the spring of 1964 and for two and half years made the daily  train journey back to New Cross and Samuel Pepys School which continued until I switched to Crown Woods.

I didn’t like the school over much and the trip from Well Hall to New Cross and back was pretty much the best bit of the day.

Even now I have fond memories of seeing the woods above out house come into view ast thetrain took that final bend and came into the station.

The trains were always packed but there was something about knowing you were coming home to Well Hall.

And I suspect Mr Jefferson may have shared that feeling, so here are some of his memories of the same station just 40 or so years before I used the station.

They are taken from the book he published in 1970.

“The railway station was called simply ‘Well Hall’ when we came and the platforms were not so long as they are now.  

A workman’s ticket cost 8d return to London and early workers making their way past the tumbledown ‘Well Hall’ which is now the Pleasaunce would frequently be hindered by cows coming up hawthorn-hedged Kidbrooke Lane and turning in at the wide gate in Well Hall Road.”*

Location; Well Hall

Picture; the railway bridge over Well Hall Road, 2014, from the collection of Chrissie Rose

*The Woolwich Story, E.F.E. Jefferson, 1970 page 202

Leaving Salford for Canada in 1849 and a family connection

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Here is the story of James and Sarah Hampson who lived in Ashton Street, Pendleton in the 1840s, of their decision to leave Salford for Canada and the link to me.

Marriage of James and Sarah, 1838
James Hampson and Sarah Tildsley were married on December 9th 1838 in the parish church of Eccles.

Now strictly speaking they are not family, but belong to my cousins in, Ontario, but Pendleton where they were both born and lived is just five miles away from Chorlton and they began their married life during the time I been writing about our own township.

And sometime just a decade after their marriage they took the momentous step and left for Canada with their five children the eldest of whom must have been no more than eleven and the youngest just about two years old.

Aston Street, 1848
James Hampson was born in 1816 and Sarah a year later and they reflected something of the changes that were happening to Pendleton.

Both came from families which were connected with the new Pendleton which was a place of cotton mills, dye works and coal mines.

Sarah’s father was an engineer and both James and his father were cotton dyers. By the 1840s this part of the northwest had become a centre for the manufacture of cotton.  In 1842 there were 412 cotton mills employing thousands of workers in what is now the Greater Manchester area while Manchester alone had 41 factories.

And cotton dyeing is an essential part of the cotton process.  Many of the dye works were situated along the banks of the River Irwell utilising the steady flow of water.

Union Street Mill, 1835
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.

He would also have worked longer hours than other cotton workers.  Long after the government had begun to regulate working hours in the cotton industry a Royal Commission in 1855 found that many bleaching, dyeing and printing workers  regularly put in fifteen or sixteen hours a day and often continued for several days and nights without stopping.

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.

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

Detail of Ashton Street, 1848
And while there are was sill dotted with plenty of open land it must have been obvious that in the next few decades all of it would be developed for more industrial and residential use.

The rural appearance of where they lived should not blind us to the fact that it must have been a hard life.

Hours were long and wages were low. Engels quotes from the Factory Inspector, Leonard Horner in October 1844,
“the state of things in the matter of wages is greatly perverted in certain branches of  cotton manufacture in Lancashire; there are hundreds of young men, between twenty and thirty, employed as piecers and other wise who do not get more than eight or nine shillings a week, while children under thirteen years, working under the same roof, earn five shillings, and young girls from sixteen to twenty years, ten to 12 shillings per week” *

Wages fluctuated with the trade cycle.**  In 1833 the highest wages were paid to men between the ages of 31 to 36, with huge disparities recorded for women and children. Their wages could also be docked for minor misdemeanours ranging from lateness to leaving a window open.***

Now trying to make sense of wages one hundred and sixty-years later is always fraught with difficulty.

However Engels living in 1845 was in no doubt that the above wage levels were not good.  And this had a direct impact on the standard of living.  Their food was basic and monotonous. The staples were bread, oatcakes, watery porridge, potatoes, and a little bacon.

Pendleton Pole, 1848
Sometimes the porridge was flavoured with onions.

Porridge was also made in thick lumps so it could be eaten with the hands at work. Tripe (sheep stomach lining), slink (calf born too early), and broxy (diseased sheep) were regarded as treats by the poorest.

Many workers were still paid on a Saturday evening and by then the quality of food at the markets was poor.
The potatoes which the workers buy are usually poor, the vegetables wilted and the cheese old and poor quality, the bacon rancid, the meat lean, tough, taken from old , often diseased cattle”****

An observation Engels followed up the report that on January 6th 1844 eleven meat sellers had been fined for selling tainted meat.

Added to this there was the adulteration of food as this report from The Liverpool Mercury shows
 “salt butter is moulded into the form of pounds of fresh butter, and cased over with fresh. In other instances a pound of fresh is conspicuously placed to be tasted; but that pound is not sold; and in other instances salt butter, washed is moulded and sold as fresh...pounded rice and other cheap materials are mixed in sugar, and sold at full monopoly price. 

A chemical substance...the refuse of the soap manufactories...is also mixed with other substances and sold as sugar...chicory is mixed in good coffee. 
Chicory, or some similarly cheap substance, is skilfully moulded into the form of the coffee berry, and it is mixed with the bulk very liberally...cocoa is extensively adulterated with fine brown earth, wrought up with mutton fat; so as to amalgamate with portions of the real article...the leaves of tea are mingled with sloe levies and other abominations. 

Used leaves are also re-dried, and re-coloured on hot copper plates, and sold as tea. Pepper is adulterated with dust from husks etc; port wine is altogether manufactured (from spirits, dyes etc.), it being notorious that more port wine is drunk in this country than is made in Portugal. Nasty things of all sorts are mixed with weed tobacco in all its manufactured forms.” *****

Hard work, long hour’s poor housing and a poor diet left its mark on the health of people.  In 1842 the average life expectancy of the working class in Manchester was just 17 years of age.  There is no reason to suppose it was any better in Salford.  Indeed infant mortality in Salford in 1850 was much higher than the national average.******


Union Street, 1848
All this took its toll as this description of mill workers by a medical worker in 1833 is horrifyingly unflattering:
'...their complexion is sallow and pallid--with a peculiar flatness of feature, ...their stature low--the average height of four hundred men, measured at different times, and different places, being five feet six inches...their limbs slender, and playing badly and ungracefully...a very general bowing of the legs...great numbers of girls and women walking lamely or awkwardly, with raised chests and spinal flexures...nearly all have flat feet, accompanied with a down-tread, differing very widely from the elasticity of action in the foot and ankle, attendant upon perfect formation...hair thin and straight--many of the men having but little beard, and that in patches of a few hairs...' *******

Given all this it is easy to see why a family might choose an alternative and 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.

Location; Salford, Greater Manchester

Pictures; Marriage certificate from the collection of Jacquie Pember-Barnum, 1848 OS map for Lancashire and Union Street Mill,Ancoats, Austin and Gahey, 1835, m52534, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass 

*Horner Leonard Factory Inspector quoted by Engels Frederick The Conditions of the Working Class in England 1845 page 170


**Frow, Edmund & Ruth, Radical Salford 1984 page 34

***Frow, page 4

****Engels page 101

*****Liverpool Mercury quoted in Engels, Friedrick page 102

******In 1850 infant mortality was 175 per thousand compared to 150 nationally

*******Gaskell P, The Manufacturing Population of England, London, 1833


In Ashton-Under-Lyne with James Butterworth in 1823

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Now I made a terrible mistake some years ago and got rid of loads of old history books.

I reasoned as many dated from the late 1960s fresh research would have made them obsolete.

And of course within two years I regretted the act and had bought two of the books all over again.

I should have known better after all I still collect old school history texts just because they tell you so much about what society deemed was important history when they were published.

Usually these meant telling the story from the top down, ignoring the contribution of women and anyone who was not born from a certain class or part of Britain.

The same is also true of many of the history books produced in the 18th and 19th century and aimed at the serious adult reader.

They can be shot through with the same class prejudice but in doing so reveal much about the period in which they were written which of course makes them valuable in their own right.

So here we are with A HISTORY AND DESCRIPTION OF THE TOWN AND PARISH OF ASHTON-UNDER-LYNE AND THE VILLAGE OF DUKINFIELD, written by James Butterworth in 1823.

Like many books from the 19th century it  is available as a free download from Google Books.

I often go back to it as a source not only for the history of Ashton but also for the contemporary descriptions, which are themselves a wonderful record of the past.

So for the time being I shall just point you in the direction of the book and let you wander over its pages discovering as I have done some fascinating stories, made all the more so because Mr Butterworth was there.

Pictures; from A History and Description of the Town and Parish of Ashton-Under-Lyne and the Village of Dukinfield, James Butterworth, 1823

In Chorlton .......... when cafe society was still a rickety chair in sight of the greengrocers

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It is easy to forget how quickly Chorlton has changed.

Two decades ago much of what we take for granted was yet to happen.

If you wanted a pint or a glass of wine it was still pretty much the case that you were destined to visit one of the pubs and go back another decade and the number of restaurants could be counted on one hand.

So as that brave new dawn of unlimited choice of where and when you drank and ate opened up, here is
Beech Road when the restaurants and cafes were still outnumbered by shops selling, fresh food, nails waxed string and old fashioned newspapers.

Picture; Beech Road with Diamond Dogs, and the Italian Deli in the background, circa 2003


So what is the story behind the tram on Well Hall Road, one sunny spring day?

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Now there is a fine line between nostalgia and remembering the past.

The first pretty much takes you nowhere and often distorts the past by making it seem somehow better than it was.

On the other hand remembering the past can trigger not only a series of memories but leads to wanting to find out more.

It often starts with that simplest of questions was this really how it was? And then takes you off into serious history which involves talking to others, cross checking their memories against research and beginning to record it for others to read.

And that often leads to community projects where memories and memorabilia come out of the cupboards, are dusted down and shared which not only adds to what we know but brings an area together, allowing the not so young to recreate the past for those too young to know what it had been like.

So here we are with one of those classic old pictures of Well Hall from a book on trams.*

There is no date on the picture, and the caption just says “early days on Well Hall Road [showing] that the local children had plenty of space to play.  All they had to do was get out of the way of the trams which plied the route every ten minutes. The ride from Woolwich to Eltham would have cost two pence.”

All of which draws you in and makes the picture worth investigating.

Judging by the trees and the children’s clothes I think we must be somewhere in the 1920s or 30s and taking into account the shadows it will be early afternoon.

Now it could be a Sunday which would explain the lack of traffic or we really are at a point in time when Well Hall Road was far less busy.

What I also find interesting is that the children by and large are ignoring the photographer.

Earlier in the century and certainly in the last decade of the 19th century the appearance of a man with a camera would have attracted the curious, the vain and those with nothing better to do.

You see them on the old pictures staring back at the camera, intrigued, mystified and just nosey.  But not here, which means we are either dealing with some very sophisticated young people or the world has moved on and street photographers were taken for granted.

And that just leaves me that little personal observation that however fascinating this picture is it just leaves off our house for the photographer has positioned himself just a tad further north, missing out 294 by a couple of blocks.

That said if I have got this right I have to satisfy myself with knowing that the corner house with its ever so fashionable lace curtains was the home of Mr and Mrs Burton in 1925.

The Burton’s were there by 1919 which means that Mr Christopher Dove Burton may have been an Arsenal worker, and just as an aside, I know that they were married in 1920 in Lambeth, and that Beatrice’s maiden name was Briant and it was as Miss Beatrice Briant that she shows up on the electoral roll in 1919 sharing the house with Mr Burton.

Now there is a story to follow up.

Pictures; Well Hall Road, date unknown, from the collection of G.L. Gundy, reproduced from Eltham and Woolwich Tramways

*Eltham and Woolwich Tramways, Robert J Harley, Middleton Press, 1996, https://www.middletonpress.co.uk/

The Second Peterloo .............. in New Cross on the evening of August 16 1819

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The events on the evening of August 16 at New Cross doesn’t even merit a footnote in books on Peterloo.

A comment on the events of Peterloo, 1819
Of course compared with what happened earlier in the day at St Peter’s Field, the deaths of William Bradshaw and Joshua Whitworth who were shot by the military at New Cross are small beer.

The big picture which became known as Peterloo was an awful event.

It had all begun on an August day in 1819 when anything between 50,000 and 80,000 men, women and children had assembled in St Peter’s Field to listen to the case for reforming the representation of Parliament.

Just before 2 in the afternoon a unit of Cavalry charged into the crowd with their sabres.  The deaths resulting from that charge have never been exactly established but sources claimed between 11 and 15 people were killed and up to 700 injured.

Now New Cross is on the other side of town at the junction of Great Ancoats Street and Oldham Street which seems an odd spot for the incident.

But not so. To the east and south of New Cross there was a densely packed warren of small streets which were home to textile workers and those on the margins of subsistence.

The spot was known for food riots like the one that broke out in April 1812 in Oldham Road, when a food cart carrying food for sale at the markets in Shudehill was stopped and its load carried off.  Nearby shops were also attacked and looted.  The mob was eventually dispersed by soldiers but only as far as Middleton.

New Cross, 1794
There they met with an assembly of handloom weavers, miners and out of work factory operatives gathered to protest against the introduction of power loom machinery at Barton and Sons weaving mill.

The mob which had grown to 2000, was dispersed by “ a party of soldiers , horse and foot, from Manchester arriving, pursued those misguided people, some of whom made a feeble stand; but here again death was the consequence, five of them being shot and many severely wounded.”  

Revolution it was thought was in the air, and the Government responded with the Gag Acts, the suspension of Habeas Corpus   and the rounding up and imprisonment of political suspects.  Here in Manchester radicals were arrested and some like John Night were thrown into the New Bailey prison before being sent on to London, others like William Ogden were just “roughed up”.

And in the run up to Peterloo and in the days afterwards the area was seething with opposition to the authorities all of which are well documented in The Casualties of Peterloo which offers up some fascinating leads into the story of the area.*

In time I am minded to follow up those leads and delve deeper into the area which was the home of my old friend Richard Buxton** and accounted for 80 casualties from Peterloo.  It may even be possible to uncover something of the story of William Bradshaw and Joshua Whitworth.

Pictures; Peterloo, 1819, m77801,courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass and New Cross 1794 from Green’s map of Manchester, courtesy of Digital Archives Association, http://digitalarchives.co.uk/

*Bush, Michael, The Casualties of Peterloo, 2005

**Richard Buxton, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Richard%20Buxton

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 seven 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/

Of things to come ......... on Manchester Road between the tiny Tesco and Unicorn

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Now, neither, Andy Robertson, or me were around when that box like block of former offices went up on Manchester Road between the tiny Tesco and Unicorn.

I say that but we might have been, but until relatively recently I was not that observant about what was being built in Chorlton.

Andy is well known for recording the story of a building, from the moment an old empty and derelict property is demolished through the cleaning of the site, the moment the builders break the ground and the slow rise of the new structure.

In this case after a period of laying empty, our office block is being transformed into apartments and a restaurant.

All of which you can research for yourself using the city council planning portal and so I will leave you to it, observing that there are for sold signs up for some of the uncompleted flats and certain that Andy will be back with more images of the development.

Location; Chorlton

Pictures; Manchester Road, 2018, from the collection of Andy Robertson

That Zeppelin raid on Ramsgate ..... not once but twice and the porcelain cat and Teddy

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Now I am absolutely convinced that someone in the Imperial Bazaar saw the upside of the two Zeppelin raids on their premises at Albion Hill in May 1915 and June 1917.

Nor were they alone as the series of picture postcards issued sometime after the May 1915 raid testifies.

I have seen four postcards which show the shop, some of the damage, a group of bystanders and four policemen holding up the remains of the bomb cases.

I suppose given the absence of the wireless, and television and the infancy of the film industry, picture postcards were the most immediate way of telling the story, with the added advantage that they could be sent all over the country and beyond.

By contrast these crested pieces of porcelain cost more and would never have the same visual impact as the cards.

They were produced in their thousands from identical moulds with just the application of a transfer coat of arms and a name to mark them out as Ramsgate, rather than London, Blackpool or Great Yarmouth.

But never one to miss out, the producers or the retailers at Imperial Bazaar had the idea of adding on the base of each piece, the legend, “Souvenir from the Imperial Bazaar Albion Hill Ramsgate Twice wrecked by Zeppelins May 17 1915 and June 17 1917”.

All of which made these bits of unremarkable china something very special.

I would like to have shown the picture postcards, but they may remain copyright, because although the original copyright will have long ago expired, there may be issues with the four examples I have seen which are the property of an individual.

Location; Ramsgate















Pictures; crested porcelain circa 1917, from the collection of David Harrop

The Isle of Wight August 1970 ......... a concert and a lesson in what to remember for Chris and Marisa

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Now just for once I am not going to let the facts get in the way of the story which is another way of saying that I would rather keep my imperfect memories of the Isle of Wight Festival in the summer of 1970 pristine. 

The concert with the hill behind, 1970
The alternative would be to allow reality to spoil what I have remembered for 48 years.

It was a weekend and the four of us were all pretty bored.

The prospect of another night in the pub didn’t appeal and so there and then around seven in the evening we took off from London with sleeping bags, a change of underwear and headed south.

We arrived at Portsmouth, waited I guess till morning and then after the crossing joined shed loads of others on their way to the music.

I am not sure any of us knew what to expect, and had not even thought about the entrance fee.
As it turned out there was a hill overlooking the concert area and to my eternal shame we sat there and watched the music for free.

The line-up I am told included Jimi Hendrix, Miles Davis, Jethro Tull, Ten Years After, Chicago, The Doors, Lighthouse, The Who Emerson, Lake & Palmer, The Moody Blues, Joan Baez, Free, Joni Mitchell, Leonard Cohen, Kris Kristofferson, Donovan, John Sebastian, Terry Reid, Taste, and Shawn Phillips.

And of these I can remember but a few and if I am very honest only the Doors stand out.

The reasons for such a lapse of memory are unclear, and I fell a sleep listening to the Doors.

That said it was magical, because as dusk gave way to night hundreds of camp fires had been lit across the hill.  I would like to think that as the fires burned the Doors played “Light my fire” but I have no idea.

We left the following day missed Jimi Hendrix but felt relieved that we had avoided the mud and gunge which was the area around the lavatories.

So I have to say I came away with no revelations of spiritual awareness, and not even much of a memory of the music.

In the years afterwards I discovered two colleagues I worked with were also there but again to my shame I never shared the fact that we were there for just one day and one night.

And all of this, because two of my Canadian cousins were impressed at my casual reference to the adventure, which in turn has made me come clean.

Location; the Isle of Wight Concert, 1970

Pictures; at the Festival, 1970, Roland Godefroy,who granted permission to use the image  under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 and me in 1970 from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Selling flowers ........ By St Ann’s Church sometime around 1904

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Now I fell on this picture postcard of the flower seller by St Ann’s Square fully intending to write about a century of selling flowers at this spot.

The post card is from a series dated to 1902, so here we seemed to have over a hundred years of continuity.

But by one of those twists of historical research my facebook friend JBS came up with one for 1898 and in the way of these things I bet someone was selling flowers from this pitch even earlier in that century.

That said it is just possible that the painting is earlier than 1902 and might have been made in the last decade of the 19th century, but I would be guessing so I shall just leave you with the observation that it is a nice picture.

Picture; St Ann’s Church  from the series Manchester, marketed by Tuck & Sons, 1904, courtesy of Tuck DB,http://tuckdb.org/


Home thoughts of Ashton in the 1970s, ..... part 1 washing up on Raynham Street

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Whiteacre Road and the corner of Raynham Street
Now if you have to start off your life together at the tender age of 23 and 21 respectively then Ashton in the mid 1970s was a pretty good choice.

We had begun by renting just off the Old Road opposite Grey Mare Lane Market and when we started on the property ladder it seemed natural to start looking around there.

But the houses were not available and bit by bit we moved up Ashton Old Road and finally in 1973 crossed the municipal border and washed up in Raynham Street.


A two up two down down, close to the town centre and it even had a small Corporation allotment directly opposite.

Of course the downside was that I worked in Wythenshawe and travelled on public transport which meant that during the winter I only got to see Ashton in the daylight at the weekend.

Raynham Street
But that still left plenty of time to explore the town, the surrounding districts and to venture out into the countryside.

Not that this is some nostalgic trip seen through a rosy coloured perspective, but just an occasional piece reflecting on what the town was like for two young people who had been born at opposite ends of the country.

Raynham Street was just what we wanted and for me was just a matter of exchanging one terraced house for another which I had been  what I had lived in all my life.

There was also a  sense of community which appealed to us.  We both came from close knit areas, me from south East London and Kay from a mining village in the North East, and having done our three years of rootless living in south Manchester student land were ready for something different.

We got to know our neighbours, found our favourite stalls in the covered in market and having transferred our membership to the Ashton Labour Party made new friends.

Some were like us, first time buyers straight out of grim multi occ properties in Withington, Fallowfield and Longsight and others could count their family generations back to an earlier Ashton.

We regually attended meetings in the old PSA building with Glyn and Hazel, introduced our families to the delights of Stamford Park and the Sycamore and occasionally managed to entice friends out of the city to come and stay.

Penny Meadow & Whiteacre Road, 1972
I could never quite understand why they thought it was such an adventure, to us it was a comfortable and easy place to settle.

And even now on those rare occasions I come back the place still has an effect on me.

It begins as the tram pulls up just short of the town centre and extends as I wander through the market place and up to St Michael’s.

That said I can’t quite get my head around the new retail park and I miss the Arcadia along with the PSA building and wonder when the mural to the jubilee in 1977 painted on the gable end of the butcher’s shop on the corner of Whiteacre and Egerton Road vanished.

All of which smacks of the nostalgic trip I promised not to take.

Instead I shall ponder for a future post on the Ashton I remember from the 1970s.

Pictures; Raynham Street, date unknown, t03175 and t03175, and Penny Meadow at the junction with Whiteacre Road and Crickets Lane, 1972, t01388, courtesy of Tameside Image Archive, http://www.tameside.gov.uk/history/archive.php3



Faces from our past ......... John and Jane Holmes of Jubilee Cottages

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Now I remain fascinated by other people’s lives, and when you can put a face to a story so much the better.

Here are John and Jane Holmes who lived in Jubilee Cottages which were off the High Street, down a narrow ginnel and might almost count as a closed court.

It is a place I have written about in the past*, and also one that Eltham historian Mr John Kennett explored in his article, The Jubilee Cottages, which appeared in SEnine.

Mr and Mrs Holmes appear on the 1881 census and I will have clocked them as I did the preliminary research but of course they were just names, until Steve Elphick, got in touch with his family story.

Like so much family history it is an ongoing project, but here is what Steve has uncovered so far.

"Hi Andrew, have posted the following info about Jubilee Cottages in Eltham, in a comment on your Blog, don't know if it's of any use. Regards, Steve

Incidentally, I worked at Hinds of Eltham from 1970-72, but the cottages had gone by then. However, I think I have a couple of family photos taken at the Cottages; if you're interested.


These two shots taken outside the cottage, are of family members but, again, I sadly don't know exactly who they are - possibly the head of the family John and his wife Jane, but that is just guesswork.

As previously mentioned, I worked as a teenager at Hinds of Eltham in the early 70's but, at the time knew nothing of the family link to the area. I also found out later in life that my Grandmother (Hilda Elphick nee Knott), who was Rachel's daughter, worked for F. Hinds in their original Blackheath store .....small world!”

And by his own admission there is lots more to find out but if these are John and Jane Holmes Of Jubilee Cottages then we have a powerful link to our collective past.

Location; Eltham

Pictures; John and Jane Holmes, date unknown, courtesy of Steve Elphick

*In Jubilee Cottages behind the High Street in the spring of 1851, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2016/04/in-jubilee-cottages-behind-high-street.html

One hundred years of one house in Chorlton part 104 ......... a wonky world

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The continuing story of the house Joe and Mary Ann Scott lived in for over 50 years and the families that have lived here since.*

Food as it comes out of the ground, Italy, 2015
I wonder what Joe and Mary Ann would have made of wonky foods.

I first came across them in Morrisons, which because they buy the whole crop from their suppliers, have started marketing the less than perfect fruit and veg as “Wonky Morrisons”.

And with a bit more digging I discovered a whole range of companies selling wonky food and pretty much all trading under names which include the word wonky.

Now for anyone born before the 1970s the idea that there is anything novel in misshapen fruit and veg will seem odd.

Must green grocers sold the food as it came from the wholesalers who in turn got it direct from the farmers.

I suspect a bit of quality control went on at each stage, but essentially what everyone in the chain was interested in, was the taste and the freshness of the stuff.

But the drive to perfection and uniformity by the big supermarkets pretty much did for the bent carrot and the twisty stick of rhubarb, and that extended to ensuring that everything came clean and clear of dirt which might just betray its origins in the ground.

Not that all supermarkets were seduced by such practices.  The chain in Italy used by Rosa and Simone still buy in food which has not passed a perfection gauge and often still carries soil from the ground it came out of.

Bright and fresh, 2015
While over here some shops now make a feature of their unwashed carrots and potatoes, selling them just that bit cheaper.

At which point I do have to confess that washing carrots and potatoes is time consuming and messy, but something that mum, and Nana did without a second’s thought and I suspect so did Mary Ann.

Of course the counter agreement might well be that with wonky might come a lot of waste, as you cut away the odd bits which are too small to be used.

Equally fresh, 1956
But my experience of the range from that supermarket is that enough quality control has already gone on to make that concern irrelevant.

So we buy wonky whenever we can and as daft as it sounds as I am peeling the potatoes and cutting the carrots in the kitchen where Mary Ann also prepared the food, I rather think there could be a sense of continuity.

That said I rather think that she was of that generation who having cleaned, peeled, and cut for decades, embraced the readymade range of frozen foods which were stealing the market from the 1950s onwards.

They came in small packets, given that most people didn’t own a fridge, let alone a freezer, and were sold as fresher than the produce in the greengrocer and quicker to cook.

They became how we ate vegetables in our house and pretty much determined that we only had peas, green beans and sometimes carrots.

Mother even flirted with those “all in one” TV dinners which she was drawn to, because of the novelty value, but even she had to admit the quality was not so good.

"ready prepared, ready to cook, 1956
Perhaps Joe and Mary Ann also experimented with roast beef, gravy, potatoes and green veg in tin foil, or perhaps they did stick with wonky stuff, still bearing the dirt, but sadly I will never know.






Pictures; from an Italian supermarket, 2015, from the collection of Andrew Simpson and adverts for Birds Eye Foods, from Woman’s Own, January 12 1956

*The story of a house,   https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/The%20story%20of%20a%20house

A story behind the picture, ............ ploughing on Beech Road in 1890

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It’s a familiar enough picture and takes you back to that moment when Chorlton had almost lost its rural character.

It was taken around 1890 on Beech Road and may have been one of the last times the land was ploughed before becoming the Recreation ground.

But like so many photographs there is much more.

The picture belonged to William Higginbotham who may be the man behind the plough. His family had lived on the green since the 1840s and most of the land they farmed was on either side of the Brook stretching up towards the Mersey. But they also worked a small strip of land between the Row* and High Lane.

In the 1840s this was almost entirely Egerton land and was rented out in strips to a number of farmers. Along with James Higginbotham, there was William Bailey, George Whitelegg and Thomas White.

This pattern of land tenure was not so different from the old medieval strip farming where each peasant had a share of the land in different places.

This was repeated across the township and so while the bigger farmers had most of their land concentrated near the farmhouse, the land of smaller farmers and market gardeners were distributed across the area.

The Higginbotham’s farmed a mix of meadow and pasture land close to the Mersey and arable along the Row.

This arable farming along the Row continued well into the 19th century so as late as 1893, there was open farm land and orchards running from Cross Road down to what was to become Wilton Road and stretching back to High Lane.

Pictures; ploughing on Beech Road, circa 1890 from the Lloyd collection, and detail from the 1841 OS map for Lancashire by kind permission of Digital Archives, http://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/

*The Row or Chorlton Row is now Beech Road

From green fields to gas works, the Reverend William Birley’s change of parish in 1859

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In 1859 the Reverend William Birley had left Chorlton where he had been for seventeen years exchanging the small rural living for one in the  in the heart of Salford.  

This was St Stephens* and it was surrounded by rows of terraced housing which hid smaller houses and dark courts as well as the gas works, timber yards, iron works and cotton factories .

To the west and north the area was cut off by the river and to the east by the railway.

The contrast between the two places could hardly be starker.  During the day there was the noise from the countless factories, mills and foundries, while at night the clunk of shunting railway wagons and the whistle of steam locomotives carried over the roof tops.  Added to this was the all pervading smell from the gas works and the ever present pall of smoke from countless domestic fires and factory chimneys. **

But this was just the outward appearances of a hard and grim parish.  In the area bordering the church most were engaged in manual occupations.    Many of these were best described as pauper trades,

“for the wages can never enable a man to rear a family in independence.  Street sweepers, night soil men and policemen, handloom weavers and cotton dyers, hawkers, strikers in foundries, minders of planning and drilling machines, railway porters and the whole range of labourers, ....their wages varying from 12 to 18s [60p-80p] per week.  Deduct from this highest sum of 2s 6d for rent and how can a man keep and clothe himself, wife and four or five children on the remainder?”***      

These were also physically demanding jobs which could be dangerous.

Nothing perhaps prepared the casual visitor to the scene in the gas works as the men cleared the coke from the ovens and transported the red hot material on hand waggons, or the noise, dust and repetitive labour of the spinning room of a mill.
Perhaps it was the wish to bring a message of religious hope to such a place which motivated William Birley.

After all the income at St Stephens’s was £145 a year which was just £42 more than he had received in income from St Clements’ in the township.****    His sense of duty had also led him to sit as a Poor Law Guardian while still living in the township and later became an Inspector of schools for the county.*****

He was comfortably well off having described himself as of independent means at the 1841 census, held shares in a number of railway companies and was a director of at least two companies.  

He chose to live some distance from his parishioners in Leaf Square.  This was a pleasant and elegant spot separated from Greengate and St Stephen’s by a double loop of the river, and further isolated by the Manchester, Bolton and Bury Canal, and the Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway.

Looking out from his windows he had an uninterrupted view of the delightfully laid out square, and across open land to the river and Peel Park beyond.  Only the railway and canal could be said to act as mild blots on what was otherwise a fine vista.

Moreover his neighbours were drawn from the same genteel class.  They included a property owner, retired solicitor, fellow cleric, an iron merchant and those on independent means.      As would be expected all had a variety of servants, housekeepers, cooks and governess’s to ease their comfortable lives.

True there were nearby examples of industry in the form of cotton and flax mills, a dye works and brewery but these were surrounded by open land and houses with large gardens.   Even the rope walks which were some distance away between the square and the railway could not have been said to distract from what was a pleasant place.

St Stephen’s, it has to be said was more impressive than our own church in the township.  It was made of plain brick, dated from 1794 and was reckoned by contemporary observers to be comfortably fitted, containing three galleries and an organ.   All of which made it bigger than ours and with its tall classical tower and two floors it stood out from the village church William had previously preached in.***

But then it was set in the middle of Salford, with a timber yard running alongside the graveyard and a  foundry at the back of the church.   Just across the road towered the gasworks and a little further away was the rope works.

There is more on William Birley, the book. The Story of Chorlton-cum-Hardy, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2011/11/the-story-of-chorlton-cum-hardy.html

Pictures; St Clements Chorlton-cum-Hardy, from the OS map of Lancashire, 1841-53, and St Stephens in Salford & Leaf Square, from the OS map of Manchester & Salford, 1844-49, courtesy of Digital Archives, http://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/

*Duffield, H. G., The Strangers Guide to Manchester 1850, 29, , The church was demolished in 1962 and the site is now a small park between Trinity Way and St Stephens Street.

**In the 1861 census these comprised the enumeration districts of numbers 7, 8, 9 , and 10, where the occupations included labourers, warehouseman, textile workers, foundry workers, laundresses, and porters

*** Watts, John, The Facts of the Cotton Famine, Simpkin, Marshall & Co, Manchester 1866, page 99, Google edition page 120

****Lewis, Samuel, A Topographical Dictionary of England, S Lewis & Co Vol 1& 3 1840

*****He held shares in the Birkenhead, Lancashire and Cheshire Junction Railway and the Fleetwood, Preston and West Riding Junction Railway [Preston Guardian December 24 1846], and  was a director of the Socttish Amicable Life Assurance Society [Manchester Times Saturday February 17 149], and the Manchester and London Life Assurance and Loan Association [Manchester Times Saturday March 12 1853],

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