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Joseph Johnson, radical, farmer and almost a Chorlton Chartist

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The Peterloo Massacre still has the power to shock and ranks alongside the Sharpville Massacre in South Africa in 1960 and the Kent State killings in Ohio in 1970 as a moment when peaceful demonstrations were met with the full ferocity of State power.*

And it is of Peterloo I want to think about today and in particular the part played by Joseph Johnson, one time radical who lived in Northenden and whose political past gave rise to a potato being called the “radical.”

Now as many of you know I am searching for our radical past here in Chorlton, not out of a nostalgic wish make the place politically correct but because it seems to me that there would have been people here with views that ran directly opposite to those of the establishment and the wealthy.

There is evidence that there were people from both Stretford and Urmston present at Peterloo, and this shouldn’t surprise us either.  Both were places where there were significant numbers of weavers and these were a group who had become radicalised as their industry went into decline.  So according to one source 151 of those wounded at Peterloo were weavers, which represents 50% of all casualties whose occupations are known.**  And we had some weavers.

So it is not beyond the bounds of possibility that we made a contribution to that 80,000 strong crowd, but that is where at present we have to leave it, with just a maybe.

His home in 1905
That does still leave me with Joseph Johnson, who was on the platform in St Peter’s Field, during the Peterloo Massacre and was arrested for “assembling with unlawful banners at an unlawful meeting for the purpose of inciting discontent,”  found guilty, and on his release in 1821 settled in Northenden.

He was born in Manchester which some sources narrow down to Didsbury in 1791 and became a successful brush maker.

A strong supporter of universal suffrage and annual parliaments, Johnson joined the Manchester Hampden Club formed by John Knight. In 1818 Johnson helped John Knight, James Wroe and John Saxton to start the radical newspaper, the Manchester Observer. Within twelve months the Manchester Observer was selling 4,000 copies a week. Although it started as a local paper, by 1819 it was sold in most of the large towns and cities in Britain. Henry Hunt called the Manchester Observer "the only newspaper in England that I know, fairly and honestly devoted to such reform as would give the people their whole rights."

In March 1819 Joseph Johnson, John Knight and James Wroe formed the Patriotic Union Society. Johnson was appointed secretary of the organisation and Wroe became treasurer. The main objective of the Patriotic Union Society was to obtain parliamentary reform and during the summer of 1819 it was to hold a meeting here in Manchester at St Peter’s Field.  The rest as we know was a tragic outcome, and one which in its way was no less awful for Johnson.  For after being imprisoned his wife fell ill and died and he was refused permission to attend the funeral. ***

On his release he settled in the Northenden and we can track him in the village from 1841 through till his death in 1872.  During that time he gave his occupation variously as brush maker and later land proprietor and it will be as such that he planted potatoes which became known as “radicals” 

A fact that might have been lost to us had not another radical who described his visit to Chorlton in the June of 1847.  This was Alexander Somerville who having crossed over the Mersey recorded that

‘My companion said-“It was in this way; it was a sort of potato introduced here by Mr Johnson of Northern; and as he was a radical, they called the ‘tatoes radicals too.  Don’t you remember the song that used to be sung?  ‘God Bless Hunt and Johnson, and all who take their part;’ that was the Mr. Johnson, now of Northern, a very good gentleman he is who brought this very good kind of potato here which they call radical.”’

Which should really be the end of the story but I shall close with his will.  On his death he left £2000 and was described as “gentleman.”  I wonder if he would have approved of the description.

Pictures: Courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council Peterloo, 1819, m77801, Ravenswood home of Joseph Johnson, 1905, m36100, Veterans of Peterloo 1884, m07594

*On an August day in 1819, anything between 60,000 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.  At Sharpeville in March 1960, after a day of demonstrations, the South African police opened fire on the demonstrators, killing 69 people. At Kent State University in Ohio, four students were shot and nine wounded by the National Guard during a peaceful protest at US involvement in the Vietnam War.

**Bush, Michael, The Casualties of Peterloo, 2005

*** http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/PRjohnson.htm



Rediscovered in Ashton's parish church ...... the Cheetham family of Hooley Hill

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It started with a gravestone and became a story which is only at the beginning.

This is another of those gravestones I recorded back in 1979 in the parish church yard.

At the time they were just an exercise in taking pictures of a place I had once lived.

Then, the details became examples of child mortality in the early 19th century which I drew on in writing about the period and featured in  The Story of Chorlton-cum-Hardy.*

That said I hadn’t ever looked too closely at this memorial to the children of James and Hanna Cheetham of Hooley Hill, nor had clocked exactly where the place was.
Hooley Hill was a small village, 2 miles south west of Ashton and just down from Guide Bridge Railway Station.

In 1854 it boasted the Guide Bridge Iron Works, a brick field, The Queen’s Arms Public House, two Methodist Chapels, an assortment of houses and Shepley Hall.

Just seven years earlier it had five Chartists who were part of the 167 Ashton Chartists who subscribed to the Chartist Co-operative Land Society.**

And just  a century ago was the scene of a huge munitions explosion in the June of 1917 at the Hooley Hill Rubber Company, which killed 46 people including children on their way home, injured thousands and did much damage in the surrounding area.

All of which will offer up rich avenues of research.

But while I will no doubt be lucky in tracking the 5 Chartists from Hooley Hill I have yet to fine Hannah Cheetham in the 1841 census.  She will be there I have just git to be a tad more patient.  Still  I have found a Robert Cheetham who lived the village.

But more of him later.

Location; AshtonUnder-Lyne,

Pictures; grave stone, parish churchyard, from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and Hooley Hill from the OS for Lancashire, 1854, courtesy of Digital Archives Association, http://digitalarchives.co.uk/

*The Story of Chorlton-cum-Hardy, Andrew Simpson, 2012 the History Press

** They were William Bamford, Labourer, Robert Cheetham Hatter, John Hulton, Printer, John Howard, Watchman, and Jonathan Taylor, Labourer; http://www.c5d.co.uk/chartists.php

***from the OS map of Lancashire, 1854, courtesy of Digital Archives Association, http://digitalarchives.co.uk/

All that glitters and moves .......... the roundabout

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I have to confess that I have never been a fan of any roundabouts.




They make me feel ill.  They did when I was a youngster and they still do, which has precluded me from going on those ones in the playground of old parks and the shinny, glittering ones you get at fairgrounds.

I haven’t seen those simple roundabouts of my youth for a long time.  They had a platform, with a circle iron bar and you worked them by pushing them and then when there was sufficient momentum you jumped on, and if you were me jumped straight off again feeling distinctly queasy and very giddy.

Along with the hobby horse, swings and see saw they were to found in almost all Corporation playgrounds when I was growing yp, but not so now.

That said, I welcome any pictures and descriptions of locations of where they have survived.

A variation of the municipal roundabout, are those we have across in Greece and rural Italy, where you stand on a platform, hold on to a set of rails and the contraption is operated manually by an adult.

All small beer when compared to the big Merry-go-rounds or Carousels which are a mainstay of Fairs and big amusement parks.

Apparently they have their origin in medieval warfare, were developed in the 18th century into what we know today.

The first modern one was built by Thomas Bradshaw and appeared at the Alysham Fair in 1861.

The design was developed during the next two decades and evolved into what we know today, powered first by steam, then petrol and finally electricity.

They are best seen at night when all that gold and glitter stands out against the night sky, but on a hot May day with the sun shining down, all the sparkly stuff worked equally well.

This one has a permanent home in Trafford Centre where I photographed it during Bank Holiday Monday.

Location; Trafford Centre

Pictures. The Merry-go-round, 2018, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Claude Road and a clue to the vanished Beech House

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The date on this postcard of Claude Road is 1915 but the scene must be earlier.

On the surface it seems an unremarkable image.

It would look to be a morning perhaps in the holidays and the peace is disturbed only by the children playing close to Beech Road and the appearance of the delivery man who has attracted the woman on the right who I guess has come out of her house to catch him.

It is not unlike the same scene today with of course the absence of parked cars and passing traffic. But what does make it remarkable and dates the photograph to sometime in the first decade of the 20th century is the wall and gateway at the bottom of Claude Road where it joins Beech Road.


They are part of Beech House which had stood in its own extensive grounds since at least the 1830s.

Three generations of the Holt family had lived there but the last had died in 1906, and by 1908 the house was empty and the estate was awaiting sale. By sheer chance a postcard showing the lodge has survived. 

The message records a pleasant afternoon spent in the grounds and the speculation that it was soon to disappear. “Edith and I had tea on the lawn of the big house which you see the lodge in the picture. It will soon be sold and then will probably be divided into small plots.”

By the following year part of the garden which ran the length of Barlow Moor Road as far as High Lane had been bought by Manchester Corporation who felled the trees demolished the wall and built the tram terminus on the land. 

The remaining land was developed with the cinema and a row of shops and the garage of Mr Shaw.

But we can be even more precise about the date of our photograph. Claude Road and its neighbouring Reynard had been built by 1907 and the estate wall demolished in 1909.

So that little detail of wall anchors our photograph and provides a view of Beech Road that has gone forever.

Location; Chorlton-cum-Hardy, Manchester

Picture, from the Lloyd collection circa 1907-09

At the opening of the Well Hall Odeon, May 20th 1936

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Now it would be a full 28 years after the Well Odeon was open that I first saw a film there.

And of course I have no idea what the film was or for that matter almost any of the pictures I went on to see at the place.

But it was a regular haunt made more so because I had the job of taking my sisters there on a Saturday morning.

Of all the picture houses I been in there was something special about the Odeon.

It started with that unique box office in the centre of the foyer, that thick carpet, the decor and of course the smell.

Put them all together and you felt that this was somewhere special, a place not only to be entertained but a place where for a few hours the daily routines along with the niggles of the day could be forgotten.

And these picture houses were designed for just that purpose.  Plenty of homes back in 1936 were still austere places little in the way of luxury and by comparison drab and dim and cold.

But the Well Hall Odeon radiated style from that tall glass and tiled tower to the sweep of the entrance roof.

And it was big. It dwarfed the houses that surrounded it stretched back and was only really challenged by the church opposite.

So I am really pleased that Chrissie shared the souvenir programme with me.

Location; Well Hall, Eltham, London

Picture; souvenir booklet of the opening of the Well Hall Odeon, 1936 courtesy of Chrissie Rose

Mrs Martha Thorpe, the slaughter house and a new row of shops on Beech Road

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Now when Mrs Thorpe opened her “slaughter house” in 1879 on Beech Road I doubt she thought that she would still be there selling cuts of meat, mince and tripe at the dawn of the next century.

Looking don towards the "slaughter house" circa 1900
But that is just exactly what happened and in the process will have been visited by countless customers in what is now Elk, which given its name is an interesting turn of events for what was originally a shop dealing in dead animals.

Until recently I had no idea of the date of the building and it was only as I trawled the rate books that its age came to light.

The rate books will tell you who owned the property and if it was rented and the estimated annual rent along with its rateable value.

And by slowly tracking back year by year it will be possible to arrive at the date the building was completed and first assessed for rates.

In our case this was 1878, not long after Chorlton Row and been renamed Beech Road, and when there were still farms, and smithy within a few minute’s walk of Mrs Thorpe’s business.

Beech Road, circa 1900
The discovery of the “slaughter house” was not an accident and came out of the research on the bars of Chorlton for the new book Chorlton pubs and bars, which we published last week.

Thebook is the story of the 33 Chorlton pubs and bars and while some of our pubs date back to the late 18th century the bars are relatively new.*

And that poses a problem when you are writing about their history and the stories behind their doors.

So as you do I went looking into their earlier history which was as varied and interesting as the bars themselves.

But for more you will just have to buy the book.

Location; Chorlton

Picture; Beech Road circa 1900 from the Lloyd collection


You can  order the book atwww.pubbooks.co.ukemail Peter at peter@pubbooks.co.uk or the old fashioned way on 07521 557888 or from Chorlton Bookshop

**A new book on the pubs and bars of Chorlton,https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/A%20new%20book%20on%20Chorlton%20Pubs%20and%20bars

The night watchman............ out on the streets of Manchester in 1896

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Once the night watchman would have been a familiar sight sitting beside his hut keeping warm at the brazier and maintaining a solitary vigil over the road works or building site.

They feature in much literature during the last two centuries and only disappeared sometime in the 1960s.

Back in 1896 Henry Tidmarsh recorded this one somewhere in the centre of Manchester.

In all he produced over 300 illustrations for the book Manchester Old and New which  was published in 1894 by Cassell with a text by William Arthur Shaw.

In three big volumes it told the history of the city but the real value of the book was in Tidmarsh's vivid depictions of Manchester, with streets and buildings animated with people.

Pictures; The night watchman, 1896, Henry Tidmarsh, from Manchester Old and New, William Arthur Shaw, 1896

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She returned only once in 1968.  

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

Fastest to Canada, date unknown
But that is not quite the end.  Just as I finished the story my friend Neil Simpson sent over these wonderful railway posters which were produced by the Canadian Railway company and distributed across Britain.  

They will post date the Hampson’s journey but are similar to those being produced by steamship lines in the 1850s. 

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

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

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



So who was Miss Edith Townley of 13 Rectory Place in Woolwich and how did she spend the Christmas of 1917?

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Now I went looking for number 13 Rectory Place yesterday which was home to Miss Edith Townley in 1917.

Writing to Edith in 1917
It is there on the old maps of the area, along with the street directories and looks to have been a grand property.

In fact walking up Rectory Place towards St Mary’s Street I reckon I might well have felt quite out of place.

But there is no crime in walking past and looking at a posh house, except that none of them are there now.

Instead there are some blocks of flats which is all a bit of a shame.
Along Rectory Place in 1872
But then Miss Townley also seems to be lost to history.

According to this wartime postcard Fred was expecting to be home on leave and was so confident of Christmas in Woolwich that he told her not to send the parcel.

The problem is simply that I can’t find her anywhere in Woolwich for 1917, and that nu 13 had been the residence of the Rev Charles E Dove as late as 1914 but he was also in the habit of changing his address and can be found at one time or another living in several addresses both in Woolwich and further afield.

Added to which there were a lot of Townley’s living in both London and serving in the armed forces.

"Dear Edith .........."
All of which might seem to make this a bit of a non story but I think not.

There will be someone who can help me with when those blocks of flat went up, replacing the grander properties which included nu 13 and with a bit more patience I might be lucky and identify Fred and in turn come closer to finding Edith.

In the meantime I have to say I have discovered a bit of Woolwich I never knew existed and might get to know more about the postcard which set me off on the search.

It belongs to my old friend David Harrop who recently purchased it as part of a batch he found on eBay.

Miss Edith Townley
I look forward to seeing it and getting to know the picture on the front, which may not help me discover anything more about either of them but will perhaps give me a clue to the type of photograph Fred liked and thought Edith might enjoy.

We shall see.

Location; Woolwich, London

Pictures; postcard, December 1917, from the collection of David Harrop, and detail of Rectory Place, from the OS for London, 1862-72, courtesy of Digital Archives Association, http://digitalarchives.co.uk/

Home thoughts of Ashton in the 1970s, ..... part 3 on coming across Stamford Park and the Sycamore

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Now it is all a bit different when you don’t grow up in a place, so when we discovered Stamford Park one Sunday it was special.

And given the size of our house on Raynham Street the open spaces just fitted the bill.

Now “the original park, south of Darnton Road, was opened in 1873 on land purchased for £15,000. 

The money was raised by public subscription together with a gift of 30 acres from the Earl of Stamford. The park was enlarged in 1891 by acquisition of Chadwick's Dam reservoir, the southern part of which was made into a boating lake and the northern part into a feeder lake and fishing lake. 

The last major addition was in 1929 with the donation of 4 acres which was devoted to a children's playground. The park was run by a joint committee from Ashton and Stalybridge until 1974, when it passed to Tameside Metropolitan Borough Council.”*

Now I knew none of this at the time and in fact only came across its story recently.
Back then, the walk in the park was a prelude for an evening in the Sycamore which became a favourite haunt of ours.

All of which just leaves me with the postcard which was produced by Tuck & Sons around 1909.

It was part of a set of six published by Whittaker & Sons of Stalybridge.

Sadly the card does not have a message on the back but other’s in the collection do and I rather think I shall return to these if only to report more fully on young Pattie who sent a card of Stalybridge to Miss Mary Jameson in the USA on April 25th 1909.

Pictures; Stamford Park, from the series Stalybridge, by Tuck and Sons, courtesy of Tuck DB, http://tuckdb.org/

*Ashton-Under-Lyne, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Ashton-Under-Lyne

**Parks and gardens UK, http://www.parksandgardens.org/places-and-people/site/3045


With Henry Hunt we’ll go, We’ll raise the cap of liberty, In spite of Nadin Joe*

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Manchester, 1819
It is time for another two pictures from the collection of Manchester’s history of protest.

I tried resisting using an image of Peterloo but it remains an important event in the history of the city and one that I have written about before.

So I shall confine myself to the picture and move on to a more peaceful demonstration which wound its way through the city streets passing close to St Peter’s Field in November 2011 and represented one of the biggest protests in Manchester since the the Coalition Government was formed.

* Henry Hunt, a popular song from the period of Peterloo.  Henry Orator Hunt was a radical who argued for annual parliaments and universal suffrage,

He had been invited to speak at the rally in St Peter’s Field in the August of 1819 and was arrested and convicted for his part in the demonstration.

Manchester 2011
Joseph Nadin deputy-constable of Manchester 1801-1821.  “He was a renowned thief-catcher with the reputation of turning every offence into a felony.  The significance of this peculiar twist is that a successful felonious charge was rewarded with a fee of 40 shillings” Hewitt Eric J.,A History of Policing in Manchester, 1979

This  reputation  led the radical Samuel Bamford to observe of Nadin that “he had the homely tact to take care of his own interests.  

He housed a good harvest whilst his sun was up and retired to spend his evening in ease and plenty on a farm of his own within the borders of Cheshire.” Bamford Samuel Passages in the Life of a Radical, 1840-42, also quoted by Eric Hewit

Nadin was also no friend of popular protest and radical politics and during the period that Habeus Corpus was suspended was zealous in his arrest and imprisonment without trial of radicals, and those suspected of being radicals.

Pictures; Peterloo, 1819, m07589, Courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass and 2011 from the collection of Andrew Simpson

How we used to play ........... part 1 the roundabout ........

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Now I have never been a fan of roundabouts and said so yesterday in a short piece, about all things that go round and offer amusement to lots of people.*

So despite them making me feel ill, so many people like them that a new series has been born.

At first I was going to limit it to roundabouts, but I rather think it will be about all playground features, from the seesaw to the rocking horse and on to  the slide and the swing.

All were popular in the 1950s and into the 60s.

This is one of those very simple roundabouts which were still there in the 1984 in Longford Park.

The photograph was taken by David Dunnico and I like it, not least because it offers up that promise that playgrounds and the apparatus are not just for the young.

So, if there are people with pictures, or stories of the Corporation Rec and the things they played on .... just post them over.
You can see more of David's work at https://daviddunnico.wordpress.com/


Location; Longford Park

Picture; merry go round, Longford Park, 1984, from the collection of David Dunnico, https://daviddunnico.wordpress.com/

*All that glitters and moves .......... the roundabout,https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/2018/05/all-that-glitters-and-moves-roundabout.html

The nowhere adventure ........ out of Peckham and on till morning

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Now I say on till morning, but the adventure will have started sometime just before mid day and would have all been over in a few hours.

Me in 1959
Our trip to the small park on East Dulwich Road is all but a vague memory but then it was almost sixty years ago, and I have no recollection of whether we made a deliberate decision to go there or it was just the end of a long walk.

And a walk it would have been, starting from Lausanne Road, and by degree, along Evelina Road, past Nunhead Green, and Peckham Rye.

Back then, walking was what we did, often with a vague idea of a destination but not always.

On this day we may have been heading for the Common, and then just pushed on with that optimistic observation that “it is always better to travel than arrive”.

What we found was a small Corporation play area, with a mix of play furniture.  There will have been a roundabout, a rocking horse which seated eight, a seesaw, a slide and swings.

I do remember it was wet and having exhausted all the damp attractions we headed home.

That water trough,  1928
Now, anyone who has ventured “out of district” will know that there is always a slight tension in that you are on someone else’s turf and while kids are kids and just want to get on with playing there can be those sticky moments when you are seen to be “on the trespass”.

That and the dampness will I think have done for the adventure.  After all we were at the limits of our known world, and there was always the long walk back, which I now know was not that long.

When I started the story I assumed the distance between our house on Lausanne Road and the park was quite some distance, but it is only just over a mile and according to the AA Route planner would take just six minutes in a car.

Banfield's, circa 1960
Of course it would have taken us longer, more so because of the obligatory stops along the way which will have included the horse trough at the start of Evelina Road, Nunhead Gardens, and a lingering look at the coaches in the depot by Banfield Road.

And no nine year could ever pass Peckham Rye Common without a couple of races, and roll in the grass.

Such was the nowhere adventure.

Location; East Dulwich

Pictures; me, aged ten, 1959 from the collection of Andrew Simpson &Evelina Road, circa 1920-26, and Banfield  Garage, circa 1960s supplied by Adrian Parfitt

The Manchester Tennis and Racquets Club ........... the day Andy Robertson wandered into Salford nu 4

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Now there might be some who are confused as to why in Blackfriars Street in Salford you could find the Manchester Tennis and Racquets Club.

Well according to Andy Robertson who took the pictures it started life on Miller Street in 1876 but had to move with expansion of the railways.

It relocated o Salford and that as they say is that.

In 1925 a squash court was added and in 1996 English Heritage warded the building Grade II status.

I have never been inside and until Andy sent over the pictures I had no idea that a Manchester tennis and racquet club existed in Salford, which clearly shows my ignorance.

Location; Salford




Pictures; The Manchester Tennis and Racquets Club from the collection of Andy Robertson

Home thoughts of Ashton in the 1970s, ..... part 4 on discovering coal mines by our front door and a dreadful pit accident

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Now if I am honest they were just a bit further away and had long ago been abandoned.

I shouldn’t have been over surprised.  After all we had started our life together in the shadow of Bradford Colliery which despite having closed in1968 still maintained its surface gear as a reminder of what had been.

And of course on that long bus ride from town there was always the Snipe to pass.  Added to this Kay was from a mining family who were still working the coal when we met and married.

So coal and all that went with it was pretty much part of the backdrop of our lives.

But that said no one expects to walk out of the house onto Whiteacre Road and be confronted with a coal mine.

This was not in the surveyors report or in the happy helpful comments of the estate agent when in 1973 we became house owners.

In fact the first I knew about it was when I idly thumbed through a copy of Victorian Ashton.*

There on page 89 in the chapter on the Industrial Archaeology of Ashton-Under-Lyne were the coal mines laid out on a map both to the north east of our house and a little to east.

Of course they had long since been closed and capped and all that remained was an open space.

Given of course the history and geography of the northwest it was an obvious discovery, but a little unsettling.

That said my curiosity didn’t last too long and only 40 years after I made that discovery have I decided to dig deeper.

The shafts are clearly marked on the 1853 OS for Lancashire and appear fifty years later as “Old Pits, 1, 2 and 3” and belonged to John Kenworthy and Brothers.

Pits no 2 and 3 were on that stretch of land between Whiteacre Road and Cricket’s Lane while just across Mossley Road was  pit number 1.

This was Heys Colliery and it was here that in the March of 1851 an underground explosion resulted in the deaths of five men.

James Ogden “was killed by the explosion on Monday last, and the others have since died from the effects of the injuries which they received.”**

These were James Wright Andrew, John Booth and William Joule.

The inquest heard that the airways were not kept open and this led to a build up of gas which should not have happened.  Mr Miller, the underlooker who was responsible for this had been warned in the past but chose to ignore the warnings.  "He knew that William Joule worked with his naked lamp, and where [Joule] worked the air should be pure.”

On his own admission the Mr Miller knew that to clear the air roads would “have taken two men a fortnight to have cleared them properly” and this was not done.

Witness after witness pointed to the negligence of Mr Miller and after a short deliberation the jury decided that “these men came by their death by accident; and it is the wish of the jury that a government inspector be requested to examine the mine; and the jury consider the underlooker has neglected his duty”

So far that is about it.  Of the five who died William Joule aged 33 left a widow and three children, the historical record has yet to shed anything on James Ogden who whose only official entry is his death certificate.

That said both James Wright Andrew, and John Booth can be found in the 1841 census returns for Ashton and maybe I will return to follow them up.  As for Mr Miller and the colliery company they have  passed into the shadows.

All of which I knew nothing of until fired by the memory of those disused pits I began looking for their story.

Pictures, from the OS for Lancashire 1841-53 and the OS for South Lancashire 1888-94 courtesy of Digital Archives Association,http://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/ and extract from the Manchester Guardian March 22, 1851, courtesy of  Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council

*Victorian Ashton, Ed Sylvia A Harrop & E A Rose, 1974

**Manchester Guardian March 22, 1851

A prefab ...... now that's a zippy title

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Now the chances are, if you grew up in the 1950s you either lived in one or knew someone who lived in a prefab.

They were our answer to the housing shortage after the last war and have become one of those iconic images of the post war period.

My friend Colin lived in one, but I can’t remember now exactly where.

I have a vague memory of it being on one of those long roads off Erlanger, Pepys, or Jerningham Roads but I can’t remember. 

I did go looking, hoping that there may be a clue in a modern block of flats, but so far I have drawn a blank.

Still someone may know.

In the meantime I now have my own copyright free picture of a prefab, sent to me by Rosie Jones.

Rosie had responded to a story about one of my adventuresin East Dulwich and commented that “I recently walked from West Norwood to East Dulwich, which was exciting even at my age. This prefab on Lordship Lane took my eye”.

And it has taken mine.

So a little bit of our joint past bounces back.

Location; East Dulwich

Picture; the Prefab, Lordship Lane, 2018, courtesy of Rosie Jones.

*The nowhere adventure ........ out of Peckham and on till morning, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/2018/05/the-nowhere-adventure-out-of-peckham.html

Lost Woolwich .......... no 1 dinner time 1915

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Now of all the places I knew in my youth I have to say Woolwich is one of those that has been has undergone dome of the most radical change.

So much so that big chunks of it I have difficulty recognising.

The Royal Arsenal, Powis Street and even the old Pie and Mash shop were as familiar to me as they were to generations of people who grew up in Woolwich and are now just distant memories.

So with that in mind I have returned to images of a time before now.

This one is the Middle Gate of the Royal Arsenal at dinner time in 1915, and serves to remind us of just how many were employed behind its gates

Picture; from Woolwich Through Time, Kristina Bedford, Amberley 2014

Empty and destined to vanish ...... walking behind Chester Road

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It is easy to fall into the trap of deploring the loss of old buildings.

I know I am one of them.  I am able to see merit in even the most humble of properties which I reason with a bit of loving care and attention could be fit again for purpose.

Of course the reality is that many were pretty much past their sell by date within years of being constructed, usually because they were made of the cheapest materials, and were not well maintained.

Others, just got in the way of some shiny new development which saw no merit in a row of Georgian cottages, replacing them with a “dark satanic mill” which in turn fell victim to the clearance plans of the mid 20th century, which ushered a range of properties now also long since gone.

All of which brings me to a set of pictures from Andy Robertson.

On Tuesday, while the sun still cracked the paving stones, he was out behind Chester Road and took a series of pictures which he accompanied with the comment,

“It looks as though the buildings on the land enclosed by Virgil St, Cornbrook Park Road, Princess Street and Chester Road are about to be demolished!”

And I think he is right.

I wondered how long they had been up.

The OS map of 1893 shows them fitting the footprint and the 1911 directory has our building listed as Henry Moors Printer while his neighbour was Thomas T R Thorpe wheelwright, which seems appropriate because the last business to inhabit the space was Victoria, Services which was involved in car valeting and body repairs.

Andy not only captured the buildings in their final state but also got a glimpse of the inside, which included the discarded bits of the business no one wanted.

And these pictures I find the most fascinating reminding me almost of an industrial version of the Marie Celeste with everything just left on the day the employees walked away.

Location; Princess Street, Cornbrook

Pictures; almost gone, 2018 from the collection of Andy Robertson

News from Canada .............

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Now many of you will be familiar with the news letter from the British Home Children Advocacy & Research Association.

Today I received theJune copy and I commend it to you all.*

As ever there is a wide range of articles reflecting the history of BHC plus a lot of news on what is going on in Canada.

One day I hope we will have our own news letter which will bring the story of British Home Children to a wider audience in this country.

For now I am pleased with the progress of our own site British Home Children ....... the story from Britain, and thank again my fellow admin Tricia who tirelessy finds new material to post on the site which advances our knowledge.

And returning to the newsletter, edited by Lori Oschefski, I am pleased that our site gets an article, alongside a very interesting piece on the Histories of the Receiving Homes.

So that is it, follow the link to the newsletter, and if don’t already subscribe ..... do so.

Location; Canada

Pictures, extracts from British Home Children Advocacy & Research Association, Summer 2018

* British Home Children Advocacy & Research Association, http://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/186d15_e1cfeeed91b54777bc2ec977997a02d8.pdf

**British Home Children ....... the story from Britain,www.facebook.com/groups/bhchildren

One hundred years of one house in Chorlton part 105 ......... the water we drink and much more

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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.*

Bottled water, Italy, 2018
Now I rather think that Joe and Mary Ann would have been baffled by the idea of bottled water, and in particularly the practice of buying packs of the stuff to have in the house.

But that is what some of the family have opted to do and like Joe and Mary Ann I find it all a bit odd.

The cost is way ahead of what a similar quantity would cost out of the tap, has all the issues of re-cycling and to my mind doesn’t taste any different.

At which point I must admit that I have bought bottles of the sparking variety which we have had on special occasions, and when are in Italy with the family that is what they all ways drink, bought straight from the supermarket.

I suspect that has something to do with the history of water supply in Italy but we have had good quality drinking water for a very long time.

A century of civic achievement, 1938
And I was reminded of all this when I came back across, Your City, Manchester 1838-1938, written by "the Manchester Municipal Officer’s Guild in co-operation with its Group for Research in Administration and Sociology in celebration of the Centenary of the City’s Charter of Incorporation, with special dedication to the Children of Manchester.”** 

It was published as the story of what the council had achieved in the century we had had locally elected government.

So there were chapters on the improvements in sanitation, public health, education and housing, as well as leisure, and culture, town planning and the government of the city.

And it looked forward to the future, with clean and cheap electricity and gas, heating and lighting the homes across the city as well as fuelling the domestic appliances for cooking and washing.

My particular favourite is the Sludge Steamship Mancunium which took the treated sewage waste out to sea where it was “emptied into the ocean 22 miles beyond Liverpool or [that] portion broadcast,was broadcast on to the  land and ploughed in helping to make the land good for agricultural purposes.”

Not so different then from the practice of our own farmers who bought night soil from the privies of Manchester to spread across the township fields.

Disposing of the water, 1938
As for household rubbish the book makes much of the slogan on the side of dust carts of the period to “Burn your own rubbish.”

Now given the number of open fire this was a practical solution and by extension the Corporation did much the same in its destructors, which “are really big furnaces ..... where cart loads of rubbish are burned down to clinkers, the useful parts of the rubbish – old tins, bottles, etc- being saved and sold to firms who melt them down and use them for making new tins and new bottles.”


Celebrating another civic achievement, circa 1900
Less attractive today but at the time lauded as the new and scientific way was “'controlled tipping'.  Here the rubbish is dumped on low lying land and is spread carefully out and ‘sealed’ by covering with a thick layer of soil.

Then another layer of waste in put on top, ‘sealed’ and so the land is built up into what becomes in a year or two solid land.”

It’s a practice we might well now feel very uncomfortable with, but was how they did things just 80 years ago.

The restored water fountain, 2013
And that brings me back to our water, which I suspect comes via the Thirlmere Viaduct, and passed through Chorlton.

Its arrival in the city over a century ago was celebrated by the erection of a public fountain in Albert Square, which is now happily restored and is a pointer to the future, because we need more of these water fountains in public places and public buildings and perhaps in shops and offices.

The cost may well be off set in the long run by the demise of both the plastic bottle and the glass one.

No more will we have to throw away the plastic one or for that matter the costly route of recycling the glass version with its hidden cost in either washing or re-making a new glass bottle.

Well we shall see.

Leaving me to think that the few glass bottles Joe and Mary Ann would have used will have been washed and returned to the retailer.

Now that is an idea.

Pictures; from the collection of Rita Bishop, courtesy of David Bishop and from the collection of Andrew Simpson, from Your City, Manchester 1838-1938, the Manchester Municipal Officer’s Guild, 1938, Bottles of Water, reproduced from Tigros, Il Fresco Più Buona, Aprile 2018


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

** Your City, Manchester 1838-1938, the Manchester Municipal Officer’s Guild, 1938

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