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Crossing the Thames at Woolwich in the July of 1905

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The ferry in 1905
I have never lost my love of the Woolwich Ferry, so much that I recently took advantage of missing the M25 on our way North from Kent, just so we could make the river crossing at Woolwich.

Now I could have owned up straight away and blamed my map reading but instead as you do I turned it into an adventure.

The journey from Well Hall up to Shooters Hill is pleasant, the fall down into Woolwich quite spectacular and the river crossing something else.

Of course those of us who have used it all our lives can be a tad dismissive of the journey.

The ferry in 2012
You often have to wait a long time to get on, the trip across is short and often accompanied by gust of cold river wind, but it can still be pretty good.

Add to that a hot sunny day and we were set up for the long drive north.

But then even for that short journey the Thames doesn’t disappoint you.

I miss the cranes and barges and the busy doings of a working river so this 1905 Tuck and Sons postcard has a lot to offer.

The first ferries were side-loading paddle steamers named Gordon, Duncan and Hutton. Each was powered by 100nhp condensing engines by John Peen & Son of Greenwich.

Looking to the south side of the river
They were replaced between 1923 and 1930 with The Squire, the Will Crooks and the John Benn.

The current three vessels were built in 1963 and were each named after prominent local politicians: John Burns, Ernest Bevin and James Newman.

And before I slip into romantic tosh about a busttling living water way it is as well to remember it was dirty, noisy and for those who made a livilihood beside the river it was hard dangerous work and the rewards were not always that good.

Locaton; Woolwich, London

Picture; of the Woolwich Ferry, 1905 courtesy of TuckDB,http://tuckdb.org/postcardsand the ferry today from the collection of Andrew Simpson


The sandwich board ............ a century apart

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Advertising the Palace Theatre, 1896
Once the man with a sandwich board was a common site on the streets of all our towns and cities.

And then sometime after the last world war they seemed to disappear.

I guess it was part of that more slick way of advertising which relied on TV to get the message over.

But they are back usually advertising fast food and can be seen following the main routes into the city or as in this case at St Mary’s Gate close to St Ann’s Square.

Some firms have gone that step forward and produced a sign which mimics the product.

And like their predecessors a century ago they walk the streets in all weathers, come rain, hail or sun.


Fast food, 2015

Back in 1896 Henry Tidmarsh recorded what he saw on the streets of Manchester.  In all he produced over 300 illustrations for the book Manchester Old and New.

It was published in 1894 by Cassell with a text by William Arthur Shaw and 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.

Location; Manchester




Pictures; At St Mary’s Gate, 2015, from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and by St Peter’s Church, 1896, Henry Tidmarsh, from Manchester Old and New, William Arthur Shaw, 1896

The stories behind the picture ................... Manchester in the 1870s

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Now you know just by looking at the photograph that there is a story here.

And the more you look it is apparent that there will be as many stories as there are people staring back at us.

It starts with those young boys, all in uniform and many holding musical instruments and goes on to the adults.

Their tall hats and beards suggest a date sometime in the 1870s.

Of course we do have to be careful because often the appearance of a person, from their clothes to the style of their hair may reflect the fashions of an early age from which the individual has not moved on from.

Finally there is the banner which is difficult toread but there is enough to suggest a message carrying a high moral tone.

So it might be logical to suppose that this is the youth wing of a religious group and that might takes us to the Salvation Army or the Boys Brigade or any one of a number of others.

The Salvation Army is a candidate in that it was formed in 1865 and just possibly so is the Boy’s Brigade which was established in 1883.

But neither fit the picture.  In the case of the Boys Brigade while the organisation was formed in 1883 in Glasgow it would be a full decade before it took root across the country and I know this is not a group of  Salvation Army, because we are in the back yard of a building belonging to the Manchester & Salford Boys’ and Girl’s Refuges which was established in 1870.

Their original purpose was to rescue destitute children from the streets of Manchester and Salford but expanded into a much wider organisation which owned homes, undertook the vocational training of young people and campaigned for better working conditions for those children engaged in a range of exploited labour.

Alongside these activities the charity was also active in the prosecution of parents who were abusive or neglectful, and offered help to others who through bereavement, ill health or unemployment found it difficult to support their children.

Finally like many other children’s charities they migrated some of those in their care to Canada.

In the case of the Manchester and Salford Boys’ and Girls’ Refuges this part of their work lasted just 34 years from 1872 till 1914 in two short periods from 1872-75 and 1883-1914.

The organisation still exists although it is now the Together Trust,  and is based in Cheadle and it is still engaged in the primary role of helping young people.

For me as a historian leaving aside all their good work it is their archive that fascinates me, which includes the records of those who went through the charity including admission books, letters and profiles and photographs.

And as you would expect the archivist of the Trust is very careful about confidentiality and the rights of individuals to their anonymity even a century and bit on from when they were admitted.

That said she regularly features some of the material in the Trust’s blog.*

And that brings me back neatly to our picture which dates from the 1873 and was taken in the back yard of the charity’s building in Strangeways.
Now this I know because I asked the archivist who for good measure supplied the message on the banner which reads Boy's Refuges, Industrial Home, Francis Street, Strangeways.

The rest as they say is for another time.

Picture; resources at the Together Trust, courtesy of the Together Trust,  http://togethertrustarchive.blogspot.co.uk/p/about-together-trust.html

*Getting down and dusty, the Together Trust, http://togethertrustarchive.blogspot.co.uk/

Clayton Hall remembers Ancoats Dispensary ....... today

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Now I spent a bit of time thinking of some clever introduction to the Hall’s new exhibition which runs on three Saturdays in June and July.


I began by dredging up memories of lessons I had taught on the more gruesome operations performed in the early 19th century, then fell back on the dreadful state of public health well into the middle of the last century, and the great advance which was the National Health Service.

But instead I decided just to feature the poster advertising Remembering Ancoats Dispensary at Clayton Hall.

For more information contact, Clayton Hall on Facebook or email via info@claytonhall.org 

Crossing the water to Woden Street

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Now this I like.


Location; Woden Street








Picture; Woden Street Bridge; 2018, from the collection of Andy Robertson

When the picture is the story ....... Ashton sometime in the late 1970s.

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Now I don’t actually remember when I took the picture, but it will have been around 1978 into 1980.

The construction of the municipal building in the background will be a clue.

And that is very much all I have to say.

I left Ashton in 1976 for south Manchester and get drawn back.

Today it is a very easy journey.

I jump the tram in Chorlton and change at Deansgate-Castlefield and sit back and enjoy the trip.

Location; Ashton

Picture; the market, circa 1979, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Waltham House ............. another of the lost houses of Edge Lane

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Waltham House, 1959
This is Waltham House in the spring of 1959 and it was coming up for its 96th birthday but like many of those grand houses stretching along Edge Lane it had seen its best years.

It had been built in 1863 and was the home of Frederick Townley who a decade or so later had moved up the road to Stockton Range opposite the new church.

By then Waltham House was home to the Mr and Mrs Fowler, their three daughters, three servants and Mr Fowler’s brother.

Mr Fowler and his brother were “provision merchants” with a business on Corporation Street.

And in the fullness of time I will come back to the Fowler’s but for now it is their twelve roomed house which interests me.

Waltham House was one of the more impressive properties along that bit of Edge Lane which runs from  High Lane up to the junction with Wilbraham Road.

It was a big detached property standing in extensive grounds, set back from Edge Lane and approached along a curving drive.

And it would have been one of those properties you couldn’t have missed given that it had two entrances from the lane and before Wilbraham Road had been cut in the late 1860s would have commanded fine views north across open land up to Longford Brook and south to Turn Moss.

Not that the curious passerby would have seen much of the house as the front and rear were screened by rows of trees and  the northern boundary hidden by a line of green houses.

Waltham House 1893
That said it appears on the OS maps by name all of which I suspect would have gratified its owners who no doubt lived comfortable lives secluded behind those trees and that long stone wall which still runs along the lane.

Their neighbours might not have had their homes recorded on the OS map but were still proud enough of their properties to bestow fine sounding names on them.

West of Waltham House was Edgecombe Mount, Waterford, Hascombe, the Oaks and Thornlea, all built by the 1870s.

But these splendid names did not save them and most went during the 20th century.  Too big and too uneconomic to run their very size along with their grounds made them perfect for late 20th century redevelopment.

And now pretty much all that is left are the stone walls that fronted Edge Lane and the odd gate post with a lost name carved on it.

Waltham House, 1907
That said Thornlea has survived as the name of the flats that now occupy the site.

All of which brings me back to Waltham House which lasted longer than most and which during the last war was used by the Civil Defence, according to A E Landers who took the photograph of the house back in 1959.

It is an intriguing little story which needs following up but for now I am racking my brains to see if I can remember it.

In 1969 it appears not to have been occupied and may have been demolished when Belgravia Gardens developed, which means I should remember it.

Sadly I don’t and that more than anything reinforces that simple observation that you should never take anything for granted.

Pictures; Waltham House, nu 14 Edge Lane, A E Landers, 1959 m17783, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=passand detail of Edge Lane in 1893 from and the OS map of South Lancashire, 1893, courtesy of Digital Archives Association,http://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/ and Waltham House from  1907 OS map

One of the bits of our collective social history ....... inside the Kings Arms, Llandudno

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It is just one of those things, that the insides of our pubs are rarely recorded.

And even with the explosion of social media most pubs and bars remain places to visit not photograph.

All of which is shame, and will no doubt be a source of frustration for social historians in the future.

Now I should know, because the same lack of pictures of the interiors of our 19th and early 20th century pubs has made it difficult to write about them.

All of which is a lead in to this picture by Anne Robertson of the Kings Arms in Llandudno.

There is nothing over remarkable about the scene, but that very fact makes the picture both interesting and important.

According to WHAT?UB, it is a “Traditional town pub with tiled bar area and tarred timber floor, together with raised carpeted dining area. 


Part of the Conwy Council Community Toilet scheme.A CADW Grade 2 listed building since March 1976 as a ‘Mid C19 building with good late C19 public house front. Group value’ with the date 1898 clearly visible on the fascia and eaves."*

Those with a keen eye, will talk about how the pub has been altered over time, and how those changes reflect what we want of a pub at the beginning of the 21st century.

Gone are the little rooms, with waiter service, and the almost complete absence of food, and now customers can gaze across the large open plan design, choose from a variety of different dishes which might range from traditional British “pub grub” to food inspired and influenced from the round the world.

In the case of the King’s Arms the guides tell me that it is “British pub food” while contributors comment on the televisions which is in itself a reflection of what we expect from a pub.

I doubt that there are many pubs which now do not have a telly and that most of those that do will have them tuned in to rolling news channels or perpetual football matches.

So I like Anne’s picture for the fact that it is so ordinary.

Location; Llandudno

Picture; the interior of King’s Arms, 2018, from the collection of Anne Robertson

* WHAT?UBhttps://whatpub.com/pubs/ABC/9553/kings-arms-llandudno


Down at the Portland Basin in Ashton-Under-Lyne admiring the Cavendish Mill

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Now I collect old textile mills which I am the first to admit is not as easy as stamp collecting.

Cavendish Mill, © 2014 Peter Topping
More so because with every year that passes more of these monuments to our industrial heritage vanish although today there is a growing trend to convertt them in to residential properties which at least preserves them.

My own special haunt is Ancoats but as I lived in Ashton I had to add the Cavendish Mill to the collection.

By one of those rare coincidences we were down at the Portland Basin in the summer and not much later Peter Topping made the same journey and in the process painted this image of the old mill posting on a number of sites, with the accompanying comment that "the Cavendish Spinning Company Limited was registered in 1884 with the sole purpose of building the Cavendish Cotton Mill. 

Taking on a fireproof design it was the first mill in Ashton to have concrete floors and a flat roof. 

On the canal side it is 6 floors high, and 5 floors on the other sides. Its main feature is the octagonal staircase that... But wait a minute... What am I doing writing this!!! As local historian Andrew Simpson says he tells the stories and Peter paints the pictures. So I am going to have to stop there and leave you to look at the painting and soon after Christmas Andrew has promised to tell the story.”

All of which was a challenge I couldn’t refuse.

The mill continued spinning cotton until 1934 but remained in industrial use until 1976 and has now been converted offering a mix of residential commercial and community use.

All of which was information fairly easily available but as ever I wandered off looking for a something more.

And there it was in a directory for cotton mills in Ashton-Under-Lyne for 1891 which told me that had I been in the Royal Exchange in Manchester between 1 and 1.30 each week day I could have met with the agents of the company with a view to buying some cotton.

I may even go looking for the exact spot where I could have done the business because the entry listed them at “No., 10 Pillar” and no doubt I could also have listened as the agents proudly told me that they had "72,000 spindles, 328/408 twist and 168/468 weft.”

Now that is the sort of fascinating detail to add to my collector’s picture.

Painting; Cavendish Mill, © 2014 Peter Topping, Paintings from Pictures

Web:www.paintingsfrompictures.co.uk

On the water

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Now this I also like.

Location; Woden Street






Picture; just past the Woden Street Bridge, 2018, from the collection of Andy Robertson

The Duke of York on Marlborough Road ............ a pub with a history yet to be revealed

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Now given its distinctive appearance you would think there would be more stories about the Duke of York on Marlborough Road.

After all Peter’s painting captures the place at its best but unless I have missed something there is little on the pub.

True there is a reference on the Joseph Holt site but as the Duke of York is a Holt’s pub that is only to be expected.

But it is confined to the simple "a beautiful Victorian Gothic building is within close proximity to Salford, Cheetham Hill and Broughton.

The Duke of York offers a traditional pub experience with darts, pool and live music nights at the weekends. 
The friendly pub also caters for the local community and newcomers are always welcome.”*

Nor does it appear on the Salford City Council page of local pubs or other sites which list pubs in the area.

Perhaps that’s because it still exists and is a bit off the usual Salford tourist haunts.

I am not yet sure when it was built but it will be after 1894 because the OS map for that year shows this stretch of Marlborough Road as undeveloped and the following year the directories still show it as unoccupied.

But just nine years later Mr Joseph Lord is pulling pints and dispensing Salford gossip.

So that pins down the date to a pretty narrow window and I am guessing the Holt’s brewery will know, so that will be my next port of call. Of course in the meantime someone may know and if they do I would welcome the information.

For one fleeting moment there was the possibility of a ghost story but that turned out to be another Duke of York in Eccles, and while there is an interior shot from the Getty Library dated 1926 it is unclear which of our two Salford pubs it is.

So that is it really.

Location; Salford

Paintings; the Duke of York, Marlborough Road, © 2015, Peter Topping,
Facebook; Paintings from Pictures, Web:www.paintingsfrompictures.co.uk

*Joseph Holt, http://www.joseph-holt.com/pubs/view/duke-of-york

On walking along Academy Road out of Woolwich in 1906

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Just occasionally I slide into nostalgia and this 1906 postcard of the Royal Military Academy in Woolwich does it for me.

Now given that I was born in 1949 and first saw the Academy in the summer of 1965 it is not in a strict sense a trip down memory lane.

But more of that later.

This was one of a series of six cards marketed by Raphael Tuck and Sons in 1906 under the title of Woolwich.

I suppose what strikes you first is the close similarity between this image and what you can see now.  True, I doubt any one today would be able to stroll so easily across Academy Road and the military have long since gone.

But otherwise early on a Sunday morning in late September it might just be possible to get close to what we see here.

And I rather think that is what I remember on warm summers evening on the way back from Woolwich to Well Hall.

Best still was when you walked it at a slow and even pace fully appreciating the buildings to your left and the open spaces stretching east down to Hornfair Park.

Now I don’t think I passed that many people in the entire length of the walk from Woolwich up to Shooters Hill and then down along Well Hall Road.

All of which allowed you to wander in your own thoughts and more than once to ponder on an unmade piece of pathway which naively I thought might be Roman.

Take the same journey on one of those evenings heavy with the promise of a thunderstorm and you might well be rewarded by the magnificent sight of lightening streaking across the sky over Shooters Hill followed by the roll of thunder.

But this is so much indulgent tosh, so I will leave you with a second Tuck postcard dated a year earlier from the set entitled Woolwich Town and City.

The company issued two of the same scene one like this which had been tinted in colour and a monochrome copy.  I rather prefer the grey and black card but this coloured one has the advantage of a message on the back and unusually the sender added her address in Plumstead.

But it is the message itself which draws you in.  HP of 34 Charlotte Street sent the card on July 27 1905 with the news "that Mr Coventry died last Tuesday afternoon, was buried on Saturday.” And with that classic understatement added “Mrs Clarke and her mother came to tea on Monday all quite well.”

Such are the rewards and insights of reading old postcards

Pictures; The Royal Military Academy, from the series Woolwich, 1906 and the Royal Military Academy from the series Woolwich Town and City 1905 issued by Tuck & Sons, courtesy of TuckDB http://tuckdb.org/history

Chorlton from Alexandra Road 1920 by Nora Templar

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Looking towards Chorlton from Alexandra Road, 1920 Nora Templar

It is hard to think that just within living memory there will be people who remember the cows bringing brought back to the farms on the green, and of farmers cutting the harvest crops.

Nora Templar captured this scene looking across the fields from Alexandra Road towards Chorlton in 1920.

Nora was a well local historian who had lived at Dog House Farm from 1910 until the late 1950s. Like her father she was also an artist and some of his work will feature later in the year.

Picture; from the Lloyd collection

That house in Whalley Range and the grander one in Chorlton, which was Oak Bank and became Oakley

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Doenberg today
Doenberg is that fine old house on Wood Road just where it joins College Road.

It was built in 1896 by Robert Rohleder and remained the family home until it was bought as the new residence for the Dean of Manchester in 1934.

And given that many of these houses were later torn down and replaced with more functional properties during the last decades of the twentieth century it is something that this one survived.

Today it has been converted into flats but was for a while left empty and forlorn which is where I left the story yesterday.

Sylvia who first asked me if I knew anything of its history thought that it might have once been a children’s home.  She had encountered a woman in the grounds searching for the site of a children’s home and thought Doenberg might have been the place.

Here then is the stuff of mystery and I wonder if the woman had herself been a resident of the home or had been drawn to Wood Road through a search for a relative.

Now a few people have confirmed that here was Cambrian House but so far that is where the trail ends.

Instead I shall return to an even bigger house which stood in the heart of had been Martledge and became New Chorlton.

The Oakley gate post
This was Oak Bank and was home in its time to the wealthy Morton family and later still the Cope’s who ran a chain of wine shops and drinking establishments in Manchester.

It stood in its own grounds which ran along Barlow Moor Road as far as Sandy Lane, and was bounded by what are now Zetland, Corkland and Wilbraham Roads.

By 1894 the estate had shrunk too little more than a pocket hemmed in by the houses on Corkland Road, Wilbraham Road and Maple Avenue and while its garden still extended west to Barlow Moor Road this too would be surrendered to housing by the beginning of the 20th century.

Today all that is left is a stone gate post with the name of the house and a bit of the old  wall.

The post gives the name of the house as Oakley and it was the Needham family who changed the name from Oak Bank.

They had moved in 1869 and stayed till the September of 1889 having changed the name to Oakley in 1883.

Oakley in 1894
To be fair the family did also leave their name which with that wonderful flair of civic imagination has become Needham Avenue although briefly in 1883 Oakley Moor Road appears in the rate books.

This seems to have referred to that stretch of Barlow Moor Road that ran alongside the estate.

A few years later and the old name of Barlow Moor had reasserted itself although there was a brief flirtation with Oakley Barlow Moor Road.

All of which seems rather nerdy but I am on a roll and will finish with Wallworth Road which again existed briefly from sometime around 1901 and was still in use in 1911.

It was that that short stretch of what is now Needham Avenue running off from Barlow Moor Road to the junction of Priory avenue where it continued as Needham.

Wallworth, Priory and Needham Avenues, 1907
Now this I tell you only because William H Wallworth had lived along here from 1901 and had owned the bakery on the north side of the avenue which is still there but has long since become home to a small set of industrial units.

This building has intrigued countless numbers of people passing along Neeedham on their way to the parcel depot.

And if you look closely there at the side of the building is our Oakley gate post, not I suspect in its original position which rather begs the question of why that wall is there.

But that is for another time.

In the meantime it is all that is left of Oak Bank/Oakley which has fared less well than Doenberg which can be still be seen and which has returned to its residential character.

Pictures; of Doenberg, courtesy of Sylvia Waltering, the gate post of Oakley from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and the Oakley from the OS map of South Lancashire 1893, courtesy of Digital Archives Association, http://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/and the OS for Manchester & Salford, 1907

Looking for the story behind the soldiers and finding Miss Crane ........ late of Bury St Edmunds

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Now yesterday I was awaiting news of these men.

They were captured by a commercial photographer who added just the caption “Army Service Corps, Horse Artillery, Woolwich.”

The rest as they say waited on the delivery of the card from the dealer who sold it to my old friend David Harrop.

We both had high hopes that when it arrived it would offer a possible date and a more detailed location, along with the name of the distributor a message and a name and address.

Well three out of six is not bad, because with the arrival of the card we got the message, the name of the person who sent it along with and address and the company who produced the card.

Sadly the post mark is unclear but there is enough to suggest it was Edwardian which I thought might be the case given the uniforms.

And I know it was sent by Miss Elsie Crane to 59 St Peter’s Villa, Risbygate Bury St Edmunds with the simple sentiment of “with love and kisses to all you at home, best wishes.” 

The distributors were A & G Taylor who modestly claimed to be “The biggest photographers in the World” and judging by the number of picture postcards in the archives and for sale there does seem to be some truth in the claim.

They had studios on Regent Street, and Queen Victoria Street in London and within two decades of being founded in the 1860s had branches all over the country.

One source suggests they closed down in 1903 which I suppose gets us a little closer to when then men posed with their horses.

A first search for Miss Crane has proved inconclusive and I think nu 59 has gone which just leaves me to fall back on that row of houses in the distance and wonder exactly where we are.

Location, Woolwich, London



Picture; “Army Service Corps, Horse Artillery, Woolwich” from the collection of David Harrop


Home thoughts of Ashton in the 1970s ..... part 5 looking for the familiar

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Now when you have been away from somewhere for a long time it takes a bit of time to readjust and fit your memories to the changed landscape.

I was fully prepared that after nearly 40 years things would be a bit different and as we came in by the tram that vague feeling was confirmed.

And it started with the bus station which was not where I remember leaving it in 1976, quickly followed by the red brick shopping centre and the tall yellowy council offices.

But then with a bit of careful thought it was more that the bus station had one of those make overs which I think have made it a bit better.


That said the Prince of Orange was pretty much as it was when we caught the 218 to Manchester.
It was not a pub we went in often but I remember a fine meal there back in the 1970s and I note that it too has had its makeover.

All of which brings me to Peter’s painting which is part of a series prompted by his recent visit.

And like most of us he fastened on pubs and cinemas, which I guess feature in the memories of most of us.

A few of those I remember well like the Pit and Nelson and the one at the top of Penny Meadow have gone, but then there is the Old Fire Station which was a fire station when I lived here, and more than a few others.

So I suspect Peter will be setting his paint box out pretty much as I finish this.

Painting; the Prince of Orange, Ashton-Under-Lyne,  © 2014 Peter Topping, Paintings from Pictures,
Web: www.paintingsfrompictures.co.uk
Facebook:  Paintings from Pictures

The cranes of Salford ........ number 2 .... Collier Street a year ago

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Now I am fully prepared to hear that many who call Salford their home will shake their heads with sad resignation about the new series “The cranes of Salford”.


And those cranes are pretty much everywhere helping build  new blocks of flats and offices to multi story car parks.

They rise from open spaces which had once been factories, and warehouses along with those grand Edwardian shops and rows of terraced houses.

And in  the midst of all this change Andy Robertson was on hand to record it and in the case of Collier Street captured the old and the new.

I will leave the debate on the worth of what was lost with the excitement of what is now going up to others, and just say before we get nostalgic for all those 19th century buildings, it is as well to remember that both the Victorians and Edwardians showed scant regard for the fine old properties which they swept away.

Location; Salford

Pictures; Collier Street, 2017, from the collection of Andy Robertson

On St Johns Street with a story that crosses continents

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Now the way a story comes to light can be as fascinating and revealing as the actual story. 

St John Street showing the home of the Painter family, 2008
So it was when Julie picked up on a post about St Johns Street with the comment that “My great grandfather was David Arthur Keneally. I think it was actually 19 he lived at.” 

And that was how it began.

St John Street dates back to the late 18th century and remains a street of elegant houses which by the late 19th century had become the consulting rooms of fashionable doctors, surgeons and eye specialists.

A few were residents but most lived elsewhere.

Their rooms were on the ground floor and the remaining parts of the houses were let out to a mix of tenants who made their living from a range of occupations from service industries to clerical and industrial enterprises and quite a few working for the nearby railway companies.

There was even a blacksmith and a policeman, which is where our story begins.

Police Constable, Kenally, date unknown
This is Mr Keneally.

I don’t have a date for the picture but given that he joined the Manchester Police Force in the October of 1895 and he has two stripes I would have put the date sometime into the early 20th century.

Those service records also show that he was born in Cape Town in 1868 and had been in the Cheshire Regiment.

And that is a good starting point because although I can’t find any reference to him before 1891 I do know that in the April of that year he was in Salford Barracks on Regent Road.

The army seems to have been a natural career choice given that he was born in King William’s Town and that his father was in the 99th Foot Regiment which served in South Africa from 1865 till 1868 and again in 1878.

All of which explains why he appears to be missing from the records.

Looking down St Johns Street, circa 1900
But those records do throw up a few odd hiccups.  So while his birth was registered as 1866 his police records have him born in 1868 and those same police records describe him as single, when he had married the year before.

The marriage took place in St John’s Church on January 24 and the parish record  is a revealing document.

Mr Keneally was living at number 19 St Johns Street and gave his occupation as "musician" and that of his father as a clerk, while his bride was living two doors down the road at number 23.

She was Mary Ann Cross who was from Ireland and her father is given as James Painter and that of course puzzled me.  But according to Julie Mary Ann’s mother had remarried on the death of her father. “Sarah Myles married William Cross (he was in the Kerry Militia) and they had Marianne (Mary Anne / Marion?).  


Mary Ann Painter gets a present, 1885
William Cross died and Sarah married James Painter who was in the British Army and she came back to England with him.”

And that made the connection with St Johns Street because in 1891 Mr Painter was the caretaker in the Royal Eye Hospital which was situated at number 24, and there too was Mary Ann described as "house keeper.”

Mary Ann appears to have adopted her step father's surname by 1885 when she received a gift from her work colleagues, but gave her name at the wedding as Cross.

Now that will help in the search for her story.

In the meantime the romantic in me likes the idea of David and Mary Ann seeing each other regularly on the street and discovering that they were attracted to each other.

After their marriage they stayed on St Johns Street where they still were in 1901 living at number 23.  By then they had a son and employed young Minnie Day as a servant.

A decade later and they had swapped the imposing house on St Johns Street for the more modest 41 Carleton Street in Rusholme which was a a 4 roomed property close to Claremont Road.

Mr and Mrs Painter with John and Percy circa 1907
And what I like is that both homes are still standing.

There will be lots more research to do.

I know that Mr Keneally died in 1921 and Mrs Keneally in 1937 and  both were buried together in Southern Cemetery, but for now that is enough.

And this was pretty much the end of the story but then having discovered that Mr and Mrs Keneally were buried in Southern Cemetery I asked my friend David to visit the rave and take a picture.

They were interred block U and it is fitting I think to close the story with his picture of their headstone.

Location; Manchester

Additional research Julie Smith



Pictures; St John Street in 2008 from the collection of Andrew Simpson, St John Street circa 1900, m04502, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council,http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass  the headstone of Mr and Mrs Keneally 2016 from the collection of David Harrop, and family images from the collection of Julie Smith

Headstone of Mr and Mrs Keanilly

100 things I never want to repeat ....... with apologies to the Post Office.

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Now I have to say that coming across these three Post Office wall boxes was the highlight of an otherwise dismal walk around a place I won’t name or say any more about.



Suffice to say on a day when the sun was cracking the paving stones we drove north out of the city and while we enjoyed the scenery, had a good chat, there was truth in that old comment "it is better to travel than to arrive".

Still I got to see these three and that was a bonus.

Location; I cannot tell.

Picture; three Post Office wall boxes, 2108, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

That magical place on the Meadows ...... and a bit of history

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Now, anyone familiar with the Meadows will have come across this spot or one very much like it.

On a hot summer’s day it is a perfect place to sit and if you have a mind, weave a serious of impossible stories, with each tale more fantastical than the last.

We sought it out on Sunday and spent ten minutes just sitting amongst the trees and bushes gazing into the pond.

I remember it being dug out and filled with water, and back then there were few trees and bushes and the space around the pond was still pretty much bare earth.

But a couple of decades and a lot of nature and this haven has been transformed.

Anyone who has not been down on the Meadows for a while might be hard pressed to recognise it as it is now, and even more so for those who remember the very early days of the Mersey Valley.

That said there will be very few people who will remember the Meadows when it was farmed as meadow land.

In the 19th century great stretches of this area were deliberately flooded using irrigation channels which were then drained and flooded again in order to grow fresh grass in advance of the summer.

It was a carefully rehearsed process which required great vigilance and a degree of skill and experience.

If the water was not drained before the first really frosts arrived the farmer might be faced with a frozen field which would do the grass no favours.

By the beginning of the last century some of our farmers including Mr Higginbotham of the Green concluded that there was more money to be made by charging the people of Chorlton to use his frozen flooded field than there was from the use of the meadow grass.

All of which will no doubt bring forth a plethora of stories based on memories of playing on the meadows amongst the trees, or the whole dumping of waste by the Corporation.

Sadly I fear there will be no one left to tell me how much Mr Higginbotham charged or the lushness of that meadow grass.

So I shall just fall back on my memories of that Sunday morning.  There was that feint hum of the motorway traffic which competed with the sound of insects and birds all of which added to the tranquillity of the spot.

Location; the Meadows,

Picture; the Meadows, Chorlton, 2018 from the collection of Andrew Simpson 

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