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Who knew W M Rawlinson of Eccles?

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Now I say Eccles because that is the place name which was written on the back of this picture postcard.

I don’t have a date, and so far I have been unable to track W M Rawlinson down.

His large sign says he was a “Bricklayer Contractor & General Repairer of Property” but there is no listing for him in the trade directories or the census returns for the early part of the 20th century which given his appearance is where I would expect to find him.

That said there is a Samuel and Sons , “joiners and builders’ recorded in 1903 on Wesley Street in Salford but this led nowhere.

So there you have it, mystery picture of as yet an unknown builder.

I wonder if anyone knows?

I might strike lucly, after all there were other Rawlinson's in Salford at the time.

Location Salford











Picture; W M Rawlinson, date unknown possibly Eccles, from the collection of David Harrop


Remembering some of Canada’s war dead in south Manchester

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Now I don’t know where my great uncle is buried in Canada.  

The grave of T Williams
He was sent by the Derby Guardians in the care of Middlemore in the May of 1914, served in the Canadian Expeditionary Force, survived the Great War and sometime after 1925 disappeared in the west.  

The family folk lore has him in British Columbia but it could equally be Alberta, and despite all attempts by my cousins in Ontario and me over here he has pretty much just fallen off the edge.

Of course he never quite goes away and so when Melissa, Chris, Jac and I discuss the family history he always surfaces at some point.

And today as we move towards the centenary of the Somme in July I have begun thinking of him all over again.

More so because there will be a special ceremony in our local cemetery to mark not only the beginning of that battle but also to remember those members of the CEF who are buried here.

July 1 is of course also Canada Day and it is fitting that the ceremony in Southern Cemetery here in south Manchester should embrace both the memories of those who died far from home along with a celebration of their country’s nationhood.

As I write I am looking at a picture of the grave of T Williams, number 171555 of the 4th Canadian Mounted Rifles, who died in March 1917.

The silk postcard
He will have been in the large military hospital close by.

This was the Nell Lane Military Hospital which until the war began had been the hospital of the Withington Workhouse.

In time I am minded to discover more about T Williams along with the others who are buried here.

Unlike our own British army service records most of which were destroyed during the Blitz those of the Canadian army are intact and so it should be possible to uncover his life.

Part of the new Somme exhibition
And here I have to thank David Harrop who altered me to the section of Canadian war dead and provided the picture, along with this embroidered silk postcard.

David has a vast collection of memorabilia from both world wars and maintains an exhibition in the Remembrance Lodge at Southern Cemetery and to mark the start of the Battle of the Somme he has created a special exhibition called For the Fallen.*

Elected members of the City Council as well as the MP have been invited to view the exhibition which will begin be open from July 1.

I will also be there and as I stand in front of those Canadian graves I will give a thought to our own BHC war veteran.

Location; Southern Cemetery

Pictures; the grave of T Williams, and a silk postcard, courtesy of David Harrop

** Coming Soon ......... an exhibition in Southern Cemetery ........... remembering the Battle of the Somme,https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2016/04/coming-soon-exhibition-in-southern.html

A park bench, a Radio Station and a reggae singer ............. Piccadilly Gardens sometime in the 1970s

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Now as soon as you post a picture of Piccadilly Gardens you can be confident there will be a deluge of comments.

Most favour the old layout and I have to say I am one of them.  In my case it is a mix of nostalgia and a preference for a more formal set of displays.

All of which I know in these cash strapped times is hard to maintain but the present expanse of grass flanked by the concrete slab does little for me.

We will all our own vivid memories.

One of my most vivid ones is walking through the gardens on a summer’s morning.

A few people had taken up a bench but they were there for just a few minutes before going on to work.  The air was still fresh, and the cool morning air had the promise of a hot day to follow.

Fast forward a few hours and the place would have been full of lunchtime visitors, grabbing an hour in the sun with a set of sandwiches and catching up on the gossip with friends.

All of that is old hat so instead I shall finish with the message on the back which was sent to John Dees at Piccadilly Radio.

It was one of two that he received from our sender who left no name but again was writing about John Holt the reggae singer.

Now I know from an earlier picture postcard that he was her favourite artist.

There is no date or postmark on the reverse of the car but the earlier one which Ifeatured recently must have been sent in the early 1970s.*

All of which could date the picture, but I think it will have been taken earlier perhaps in the 1960s.

Location; Piccadilly Gardens


Picture; Piccadilly Gardens, circa 1960s, from the collection of David Harrop

*Looking for a glimpse of the 1970s from Piccadilly Railway Station ...... a SELNEC bus, some vanished buildings and a slice of Black Forest gateau ......... nostalgia doesn’t get any better, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2016/05/looking-for-glimpse-of-1970s-from.html

The story of one building in Chorlton over three centuries ............. part 2 Mr Riddle, a pile of fish and bag of cakes

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The Travellers Rest, 1901
The continuing story of one building in Chorlton over three centuries*

For just seventy years number 70 Beech Road was a beer shop, trading variously as the Robin Hood, the Travellers Call and for most of those seventy years as the Travellers Rest and very briefly as the Trevor.

But sometime between 1901 and 1909 it shut up shop, sold its last pint and became the home of Mr William Riddle who was an upholsterer.

Now it must have served the community well but by the turn of the century it had competition.

Another beer shop had opened next door and another almost directly opposite.

The first of these was the Beech which was a going concern by 1891 but operated from only part of what we now know as the present Beech.

By 1901 it had extended to take over the other property in the block and it may be that sometime around then this building was either remodelled as the present pub or may even have been rebuilt.

Looking down to the Oven Door. 1958
Much the same happened opposite when another small beer shop was opened in 1879 which two decades later was bought by Groves and Whitnall which had taken over the Regent Road Brewery in 1868 and began a rapid expansion which by the time they were registered in 1899 included nearly 600 pubs.

And in keeping with that expansion plan the pub was rebuilt in 1908.

Now at present I am not sure when Mr William Riddle moved on but sometime between 1911 and 1929 Mrs Laura Lothian opened a fish monger’s shop in number 70 which was still trading in 1936.

She was a widow and we can track her across Chorlton until her death in 1953 when she was living on Whitelow Road.

The Oven Door, 1979
By then the building had been taken over by Mr Jones who ran it as a pet shop.

Later it became  a bakery.

There will be many who remember the Oven Door.

We occasionally bought our bread from there but more often than not stopped off at Richardson’s which
was closer and so I did not even notice that it closed sometime in the early 1980s.

Of course its closure was only one of many of the traditional shops which we lost from the late 70s and by the following decade Beech Road was beginning to look a little empty, but renewal was on the way, but that like the rest of the story of number 70 is for another time.

And not long after this was posted, John Pemberton added that, "Around 1963/64 after the Pet shop moved on, it became Frank Beryl's Bookmakers, later in the 60s/early 70s, the bookies built their own premises on a croft on the other side of Beech Road,where the new houses are now, then the Oven Door, which was already established at No68, expanded into number 70 and became a double fronted shop."

Pictures; number 70 as the Oven Door looking down Beech Road in 1958, R E Stanley, m17671, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=passand in 1979 from the collection of Tony Walker

**The story of one building in Chorlton over three centuries,  http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/The%20story%20of%20one%20building%20in%20Chorlton%20over%20three%20centuries

Harold Morris of Eltham and Welling, a life lived out in service to the community.... part 1

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This is the young Harold Morris sometime in the early 1920s.

It is a wonderful picture not least because it takes us into a lost world when milk was still marketed by small independent businesses and delivered by horse and cart.

In an age when much milk was not so clean, fresh or free from disease it was important always to reassure the public that the product on sale was safe, and so to the promise on the side of the cart, “WARRANTED PURE NEW MILK” with the added enticer that it came “WITH ALL ITS CREAM.”

Now the firm in question was P.W.Briggs of Belle Grove in Welling who were later to be taken over by
United Diaries.

But not long before this picture was taken young Harold had run his own milk business and this is his story, which was researched and written by his niece Jean Gammons.

"Harold was born in Eltham in 1902 - the firstborn of Maud and William George Morris and a grandson of John and Annie Morris of Eltham.

By 1906 the family had moved to Belle Grove, then a hamlet situated on Watling Street at the foot of Shooters Hill,  close to the village of Welling on the ancient road between London and Dover.


There was no milk delivery service  for the villagers then -  if they wanted milk then they had to take a  jug or container of some kind up the hill to the dairy farm on Shooters Hill.

Young Harold's father was a machinist in the Royal Arsenal - where many young men of the surrounding area, including Eltham, would easily have found work making "Implements of War".   

War did come in 1914, and in the following year Harold turned 13 and was free to leave school and perhaps join his peers and his father at the Arsenal.  

But Harold remained a country boy at heart, who loved horses, birds and gardening. So what could he do if he turned his back on the Arsenal?

He had an idea, and so he walked across the fields to Eltham to visit his grandparents, who lived in Courtyard.  Thomas Tillings, the omnibus company, had a yard full of horses, carriage and carts of all kinds just behind his grandparents' cottage.

Perhaps they would let him have the use of a horse and cart so that he could set up a milk delivery service to serve the villagers of Welling.

They did, and thus he began his long and happy career as a milkman. Soon, his little enterprise was taken over by a bigger local company:  P W Briggs; and later by the United Dairies.


Young Harold's first love broke his heart, but when he was 26 he married a Bexleyheath girl, Alma Minnie Shove. The bridesmaid was his youngest sister, Dorothy (Jean's mother), a self-willed child of whom there might be more later. 

Her dress had too many frills in her view and so, on the bus journey to Bexleyheath she took scissors with her and cut off as many as she could before her parents noticed.


Harold was a good husband and father, holidays being days at the seaside in the time before  Holidays Abroad became common.

Through two world wars he served his country in a quiet way, ensuring that none of his customers ever woke up without milk on their doostep for their first cup of tea of the day.  

He won Gold Stars from the UD for his high selling figures: his secret, he said, was to whistle, so that people knew he was around and would then come out to buy something extra.

By the time he retired in 1967 to concentrate on his birds and garden, he had been a milkman for nearly 50 years.”

And it says much for his hard work that when he retired “his customers loaded him with presents, a total of £100 in premium bonds, good luck cards and a poem.”*

*Dartford Times, 1967

Pictures; from the collection of Jean Gammons


A scene now lost in time ............. looking out from the short lived cafe in Piccadilly Railway Station

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Now that I grant you is not the most imaginative title but it does the business for this scene looking out across the city.


It was taken just over the railway station had its makeover.  Back then this space was a cafe and on a warm day I wandered in took a few pictures promised myself I would return only to discover it had become a supermarket.

Such are the ups and downs of the amateur photographer.
And I know I have featured it before and for those wanting to challenge the date I have to say I can’t remember.

Location; Piccadilly Railway Station

Picture; view from Piccadilly Railway Station, circa 2003, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Another day another walk along the canal .............. pictures of change

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I continue to be impressed with what you can see of our past and what is yet to come just by taking a walk along the canal.

Andy Robertson set off on what was one of the last nice days in November and recorded these contrasting scenes of industrial heritage and the new uses for all those brown fill sites.

I like the way that you can study the old railway viaducts set against the
canal and along the way get a closer view of the new blocks of flats which are springing up on all the available open spaces.

Pictures; 2014 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


The story of one building in Chorlton over three centuries ............. part 3 the recent past

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The continuing story  of one building in Chorlton over three centuries*

Number 70 Beech Road, 2015
Now it is a lesson to us all, well to me any way that it is so easy to take a building for granted.

So for decades I passed number 70 Beech Road with no thought that it might have had a history or that that history stretched back to 1832.

This of course was the year of the Great Reform Act, a year which saw a deadly outbreak of Cholera in Manchester, the publication of Dr Kay’s book on The moral and physical condition of the working-class employed in the cotton manufacture of Manchester and the opening of a beer shop at the bottom of a country lane that led on to the village green.

It proved successful enough to continue to offer pints to the thirsty of the village until the beginning of the 20th century and thereafter was the home of a varied set of business from upholstery to selling fish and baking bread.

Number 70 in 1958
I only got to know it when as the Oven Door I would occasionally call in for a loaf of bread and a bag of cakes.

It closed sometime in the 1980s and once again I pretty much took its passing for granted.

But number 70 was on a prime location and as Beech Road went through its transformation from small traditional shopping centre to the cosmopolitan place it is today offering everything from Spanish tapas, interesting coffees and plenty of bar opportunities our building was bound to be snapped up.

It began with a developer who raised the level of the roof much to the consternation of some local residents and later took on a new facade.

And with that sorted it opened as picture framing business and we still have one fine poster which was framed there.

I can’t remember how long the business lasted but like all things it finally closed to become the home of Franny & Filer which “is a unique contemporary jewellery and craft gallery, set up by jewellery designers Frances Stunt and Abby Filer.

Franny and Filer, 2013 
Fran and Abby set up the gallery with the aim to provide emerging designers specialising in handmade jewellery with a modern space to showcase their talent. Alongside a handpicked selection of established designers.”*

Now what the building sells may have changed but it is still a commercial property and I rather think it is the oldest commercial building in Chorlton still offering things for sale since it opened in 1832.

That of course is not to miss out Number 68 next door which has been everything from a stationer’s and post office, to drapers, grocers and for a while a bakery.

The two properties have been linked not only by a common owner but also by the Nixon family who ran the beer shop ad later took over the stationers but that is for another day.

Pictures, number 70, 2013 from the collection of Andrew Simpson, back in 1958, R.E. Stanley, 1958, m17658, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass


Next; more on some of the people who lived at number 70

*The story of one building in Chorlton over three centuries, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/The%20story%20of%20one%20building%20in%20Chorlton%20over%20three%20centuries

**Franny & Filer,http://www.frannyandfiler.com/about-us

Uncovering a bit of the life of Lewis St J R Clutterbuck of Westmount Road in Eltham

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Gertie's postcard 1915
Yesterday I was with Gertie about to send her postcard from Westmount Road in 1915.*


She was keen to tell her friend E of how“I like the nursery work so much better so have taken a nurse’s place 2 children."

And it may be that her employers were the Clutterbuck’s who were in the house just four years earlier and at that time employed a child nurse for their daughter Jessie who was then just two.

I would really like to have found out more about Gertie but to date this is the only reference we have.

It is one of those frustrating things that sometimes people just fall through the cracks.  Not that I haven’t given up hope of tracing her, and the first long shot might be E whose surname we have and an address in Sudbury.

But as ever it is the people of property who leave more of a trail, and so it is with Lewis St J R Clutterbuck, his wife Isabella.

Royal Artillery Barracks, 1906
Lewis had been born in Dublin into an army family in 1885.    In 1891 Lewis and his parents were stationed in Chester Castle, and a decade later Lewis aged 16 was training to be an officer in Woolwich.

He married Isabella in 1907 in Dundalk and by 1911 they were in Eltham but I suspect only just because Jessie their daughter had been born in Henson in 1909.

And it is Lewis’s military record that allows us to trace him for the next fifty years.

In 1916 he was sent out to the Western Front, survived the war and was back in south east London after the Great War.

Now this I know this because in the October of 1919 when applying for his war medals his address was given as West Park Road in Eltham. Later for a short period he was in south West London before returning in the late 1920s to live on Westcombe Park Road in Blackheath.

Here he may have stayed until the late 1930s when he moved to Bishops Waltham in Hampshire where he died in a nursing home in 1965.

Church Parade, Royal Artillery Woolwich, 1939
He had steadily risen through the ranks, from a Lieutenant in the Royal Field Artillery in 1911, to a Major by 1916 and a Colonel by 1932 and along the way became an O.BE.

From 1932 he served on the Ordinance Committee of the Royal Arsenal and was still there five years later.

Now there is a lot still to find out about him and his wife Isabella and Jessie, not least what they were doing living in Newcastle-upon-Tyne in 1941 which may have been a war posting.

But it is enough to reflect on just where a simple postcard can take you.

Pictures; from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and pictures of Royal Artillery Barracks, 1906, and Church Parade, 1939 issued by Tuck & Sons, from the series Woolwich, courtesy of TuckDB, http://tuckdb.org/

*http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/with-gertie-on-westmount-road-in-eltham.html

Remembering our British Home Child who served with the Canadian Expeditionary Force

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Now over the last few days I have been reflecting on my great uncle’s involvement in the First World War.

Canada in Khaki, 1917
He arrived in Canada in the May of 1914 with the Middlemore organisation, spent just over one unhappy year on three farms in NS and NB before running away in the summer of 1915 to enlist in Canadian Expeditionary Force.

Nothing unusual in that, after all many British Home Children did the same although I am not sure of his motives and suspect for him it was more to do with the adventure and possibly the escape from farm life.

And once again I have been drawn back to thinking of him because of this book which I am looking at as I write.

Canada in Khaki cost 2/6d with the profits going to the Canadian War Memorials Fund.

It was published in 1917 for the Canadian War Records Office and was “a tribute to the Officers and Men now serving in the Canadian Expeditionary Force.”

In time I think I will delve deep into the book and share some of the stories and pictures.

But for now I would just like to thank David Harrop who saw it on EBay and purchased it before showing it to me.

For the Canadian War Memorials Fund
Regular readers of the blog will know that David has an extensive collection of memorabilia from both world wars along with some pretty impressive items from the history of the postal service.

And I have to say without his help and his collection I doubt that I could have sourced the images I needed to write the book on Manchester and the Great War.*

David also manages a unique exhibition in the Remembrance Lodge at Southern Cemetery which includes the medals, letters and person effects of many who lived through the Great War.

What perhaps makes his exhibition just that bit different is that some of the items on display are linked to service men that are either buried in the cemetery or are commemorated there.

Just a few minutes’ walk away was the big military hospital and those who died there are buried in the cemetery, including a number of Canadian soldiers.

And with this mind David has decided at include in his new exhibition to mark the start of the Battle of the Somme a tribute to the men from the CEF who are buried here.**

This will have a special significance this year given that there will also be a ceremony in Southern Cemetery to mark Canada Day.

Grave of T Williams, 4th Canadian Mounted Reifles
Now my great uncle came through the war as did his two brothers, one of whom was my grandfather as well as two of my uncles.

And on the “other side” some at least of my German family also survived, leaving only our great grandfather as the one who failed to make it.

His war grave is in Kent

Sadly we don’t know where great uncle Roger is buried.

After the war he returned to Canada and disappeared in the West sometime after 1925.

So on July 1 I will be at Southern Cemetery standing in front of the memorial to the those from Canada who died here in Britain.

Location; Southern Cemetery

Pictures; Canada in Khaki and the grave of T Williams of the 4th Canadian Rifles courtesy of David Harrop

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

**Coming Soon ......... an exhibition in Southern Cemetery ........... remembering the Battle of the Somme, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2016/04/coming-soon-exhibition-in-southern.html

The Vine in Sale, the Ainscow Hotel on Trinity Way and a bit of a detective story

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Now it started with a picture of the Vine on Washway Road, and ended with the Ainscow Hotel on Trinity Way in Salford.

The Vine, 2015
All of which makes perfect sense given that both are in a similar line of business but as ever the route from one to the other was a tad more complicated.

Andy took the pictures of the Vine recentlyon his latest excursion to record bits of our history.

What caught his attention was the fine lettering at roof level which contained not only the name of the pub but the Watson and Woodhead Brewery.

And that set me going.  The brewery was located between Bolton Street and Irwell Street just a short walk from Salford Station.  One source suggested that it operated from 1895-98 and it shows up on the OS map for 1894.

The Vine on Washway Road, 2015
All of which is muddied by the same source which suggested a date for the Vine of 1909.

At which point I am fully prepared for some one to help me out, especially given that the brewery appears to have continued until 1927.

And here I will fall back on Ainscow Hotel which records that “the building changed hands in 1927, becoming a jam factory for Mackie & Sons Fruit Preservers. 

In 1957 the building was occupied by Brown Brothers Auto Parts who would remain there until 1986. From then, this splendid testament to Northern industrialisation would lay barren – eventually falling into disrepair.


The Brewery, 1894
In restoring this famous landmark, we have sought to capture the character of the original building. 
We believe that it is simply too interesting to be allowed go to waste. 

As such, our guests will be able to enjoy some of the original features and architectural aesthetics that prove that ‘they don’t build them like that anymore’.

Having served as an industrial workplace for over a century, the Brown Brothers Building has played an important role in the working lives of tens of thousands of local people. 

In respect of this, we have worked with Salford City Council to recruit 75% of our staff from the local community in order to preserve this tradition.”

Now that it was I call a bit of a twisty journey but offers up some fascinating bits of our history.

Pictures; the Vine in Sale 2015, from the collection of Andy Robertson, and detail of Bolton Street from the 1894 OS of South Lancashire, courtesy of Digital Archives Associationhttp://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/

* The Ainscow Hotel, Trinity Way, Salford,M3 5ENhttp://theainscow.com/about.php

Thomas Williams of the Canadian Expeditionary Force ............. born in Ontario and buried in south Manchester

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Now sometimes stories just have a habit of evolving and so it is with this one.

Over the space of the last few days I have been moving effortlessly from my great uncle Roger who was both a BHC and fought in the Great War to those members of the Canadian Expeditionary Force who are buried in our local cemetery.

Along the way it has taken in the preparations for an exhibition commemorating those who were at the Somme in 1916 and will culminate with a service in the cemetery to mark Canada Day.

Like all stories its beginning was a promising one starting with that exhibition which will open on July 1 in the Remembrance Lodge of Southern Cemetery.

It has been organised by David Harrop who has drawn from his vast collection of memorabilia from two world wars and is special in that some at least of the exhibits are linked to men who are buried or commemorated in the cemetery.

And just yards away is the line of gravestones of the men of the CEF of which this one belongs to Thomas Williams of the 4th Canadian Mouthed Rifles...

Yesterday I only knew him as a name but a little research on the database of the Library and Archives of Canada showed him to have been born in August 1894 in Ontario.*

He was a butcher by trade, stood 5’ 6’’ tall with fair hair and a fair complexion and had blue eyes.

He enlisted in the August of 1915 just days before his 22nd birthday.

So far there is only his Attestation Papers to go on but it is a start and has begun to bring this young man out of the shadows.

He was buried on March 15 1917 and I assume died of his wounds.  It is more than likely that he had been cared for in the big military hospital nearby which before the war had been the hospital of the Withington Workhouse.

It was a hospital I knew well as two of our children were born there in the 1980s and its A&E department saw plenty of us as the lads progressed through a series of sporting injuries.

It closed years ago and has long since been demolished but like Southern Cemetery it is just a few minutes way from where we live.

So with that in mind even if I don’t find out anything more of Thomas Williams I shall be standing in front of his grave on July 1st.

Location; Southern Cemetery, Manchester

Pictures; the gravestone of Thomas Williams and a Canadian silk postcard from the collection of David Harrop

That impressive building on Canal Street ................ once the offices of Michael Nairn & Company

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Now I will have passed this building on Canal Street countless times in the early 1970s.

The old College of Knowledge which had me as one of its students is just around the corner, and Canal Street was a convienent short cut which avoided the busier bigger roads, and of course it had the canal.

Back then the Rochdale Canal had seen better days but it was still a fascinating spot to stop, and just watch the water cascade over the closed lock gates and ponder on what you did to rent that house that straddled the water.

All of which is leading up to Andy Robertson’s latest set of pictures taken on a bright sunny day down by the canal.

As ever there is a shed load of interesting pictures, but this one of the door way of nu 4 Canal Street caught my attention.

M Nairn & Co Ltd were the firm of Michael Nairn, specialising in floor-cloths, power looms and linoleum.

And according to that excellent site Grace's Guide to British Industrial History "at the 1862 Exhibition in London and the 1867 Paris Exhibition Nairns Floorcloth came into its own and won the prizes.  

In  1870 Nairn and Co built a six-storey factory in Kirkcaldy and by 1877 with the introduction of linoleum, Kirkcaldy soon became the largest producer of the new floorcovering in the world.

In the 1920s the family joined forces with a supplier in Erie, Pennsylvania, which manufactured a three-foot wide simulated wood grain product used to border area rugs and linoleum. 

This product was known as "Congoleum", because the asphalt materials used to make it came from the Belgian Congo in Africa. 

The new company called itself Congoleum-Nairn.
Congoleum-Nairn continued to sell "Congoleum Gold Seal Rugs" and "Nairn linoleum" through the late 1930's, until its researchers started experimenting with a new material called vinyl. 

However, further research into developing vinyl flooring was interrupted when World War II began. 

Following the war, the company continued to grow in the rapidly expanding housing market of that period.

2008 Forbo-Nairn is now the UK's only linoleum manufacturer. Forbo-Nairn have their own website."*

None of which I had a clue about when I regularly walked past the building.  

Nor would I have clocked the Latin inscription the meaning of which escapes me.  

And yes I did go to google translate but that didn’t help over much.

In time I will start looking for the history of the building.  I know it was there by 1903 which just leaves a patient trawl of the directories.

Location; Canal Street

Pictures; Canal Street from the collection of Andy Robertson

*Grace’s Guide to British Industrial History,http://www.gracesguide.co.uk/Michael_Nairn_and_Co


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/


A vanished pond and a sinister story

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Now I am just an old romantic, and so I would love there to be something in the story of Sally’s Hole.

It was a pond on the edge of the meadows just to one side of the old road that ran from the village across Turn Moss to Stretford.

Tradition had it that a young woman was drowned there. I leave it up to you to weave the story of the deceit and betrayal of a young woman in love left abandoned, or just a tragic accident in the early evening when she lost her footing beside the pond.

The spot is secluded and it is easy to feel that something is not quite right about the place.  On a wet autumn afternoon with the light fading and the leaves heavy with rainwater you begin to feel very alone.  But landscapes change and Sally’s pond was not always shrouded in undergrowth.  For most of its existence it was just an open space, a stretch of water more than likely created by farmers hollowing out the clay which then filled with water.

Its end was equally mundane.  Sometime in the late 1960s it had become a dumping ground for old bikes prams and the odd milk crate and was filled in.

The hollow can still be seen through the trees just beyond the stumps.  And the stumps themselves have passed into folk memory.

My friend Tony and Oliver the son of Bailey the farmer both remember freewheeling down to those very stumps on warm summer days and of the time one lad miscalculated and took his bike and body into the stump.

There were plenty of these ponds across the township.  Some I guess were natural while others were the result of extracting marl and clay.  Plenty of these marl and brick pits existed into the last century around the Longford Road area, and in the 1840s there were sixteen of various sizes and depths along part of Oswald Road.

Now they are all gone, but the hollow that was once Sally’s Hole is still there if you know where to look, and who knows perhaps one day the people who manage the meadows might decide to reinstate it.  Now that would make the old romantic in me happy.

Location; Chorlton, Manchester

Picture; Sally’s Field, J Montgomery, 1958, copied from a 1945 photograph, m80104, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass

A building on Chester Road, a painting by Peter and the promise of a lot more history ..... nu 1 a beginning

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Now I like the way stories come together.


This is Peter’s painting of the Greatstone Hotel on Chester Road.

And as these things happen I have just had a long conversation with Adrian the owner who thought I might be interested in a collection of old family documents including the original deeds and as everyone knows I like deeds.

For a start they will usually be very old, will offer up the story of the building as well as who owned the land and when it was sold.

If you are really lucky there will be other bits including references to wills, property transfers and much else.

So less a bit of paper and more a history book all in its own right.

Later next week Peter and I will be meeting up with Adrian and  some of the story the Greatstone Hotel will be revealed.

Along with a family link to Gorse Hill Farm and a commercial enterprise in the heart of the city.

All of which means that Peter’s painting will be appearing again in the near future.

Location Stretford Road

Paintings; the Greatstone Hotel, © 2015, Peter Topping,
Facebook; Paintings from Pictures, Web: www.paintingsfrompictures.co.uk

Technical School Salford, 1905

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Now the date for this postcard is June 26th 1905 which will be the date it first went on sale.

It comes from the collection of Raphael Tuck and Sons Ltd who I wrote about yesterday. 

The card was marketed as Technical School Salford from the Manchester set.


Picture; The Technical School, Salford, courtesy of TuckDBhttp://tuckdb.org/history

Remembering those from New Zealand and Australia who rest in Southern Cemetery

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Now as we reach that mid point in the Great War here is a book from the end of the conflict.

Final Campaign Number
It belongs to Allan Dodson who lives in New Zealand and there is something poignant in that banner headline announcing “Final Campaign Number July 24 1919.”

And I am guessing many of those who read the edition were preparing for that long journey back home.

Sadly not all of them for some likeLance Corporal Alleyne Gordon Webberof the Otago Mounted Rifles.*

He was born in New Zealand, died at Gallipoli and he is remembered on a monument in Southern Cemetery.

It is quite humbling to uncover the life of lance Corporal Webber and more so because it has brought together a number of people who have contributed to the story of this young man and his brother and friend.

I first came across Lance Corporal Alleyne Gordon Webber on a photograph of his monument taken by David Harrop.

The memorial
David has a long association with the cemetery and his permanent exhibition commemorating those who participated in both world wars can be seen in the Remembrance Lodge at Southern.

The memorial also records the names of Private Gerard K Webber and Private Allan Hamilton Ross.

Private Ross was killed at the beginning of the Battle of the Somme just fourteen days after it started.

Private Webber was wounded at the last engagement during the Battle of the Somme and died here in Manchester of his wounds just seven months after his brother Alleyne

And it is fitting as we move towards the centenary of the Somme and the special exhibition that David has mounted in the Remembrance Lodge, that Alan also has “a number of stories of men with Porirua & Nelson connections who were at the Somme including a young 2nd Lt who was one of the first ‘Over the Top’ on July 15.”

I hoping that he will share these with me and they can be included in the stories on the ANZAC soldiers who fought in the campaigns at Gallipoli and on the Western Front and are buried here in Southern Cemetery.

Lance Corporal Alleyne G Webber, circa 1914
Nor is that all for Paul Wright has also sent me some fascinating books produced for ANZAC units including “New Zealand at the Front Written and Illustrated in France by Men of the New Zealand Division.”

All of which widens the scope of the commemorations being held in Southern Cemetery on July 1st.

Location; Southern Cemetery









Pictures; cover of Chronicles of the NZEF, courtesy of Allan Dodson, and other pictures from the collection of David Harrop

*New Zealand, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/New%20Zealand

Lance Corporal Alleyne G Webber, circa 1914

The lost road names of Chorlton

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Now there are a lot of lost road names in Chorlton.  

I say lost but most are just name changes.

I guess it was matter of eliminating duplicate names which appeared elsewhere in the city.

So Regent became Reeves, Crescent became Crossland and Oak Bank changed to Silverwood Avenue.

Now the most obvious moment to make the change was when we elected to join the city in 1904, but the old names persisted beyond 1911 and may have stretched into the 1960s.

It is one of these little puzzles that really can only be solved by sitting down with the street directories and working through them year by year until the changes appear.  Or waiting for someone to remember when the new road name went up.

So if there is anyone who wants to come forward please do.

In the meantime just possibly there might be an easier answer in this photograph from May 1959 of Oak Bank Avenue, which is now Silverwood Avenue.

Oak Bank may well have its got its name from a large house also called Oak Bank directly opposite on Barlow Moor Road.

It was set back from the main road and hidden in an extensive garden and orchard surrounded by meadow and arable land. Once the home of William Morton, by 1847 it was owned by the wine merchant Frederick Cope, who lived there from 1850 to 1855.

The estate ran from the junction of Wilbraham Road and Barlow Moor Road south down to Oak Avenue, then back following the line of Zetland Road to Corkland and up to what is Wilbraham Road.   

It may be that the name was changed to avoid confusion with Oak Avenue, either way the date seems to have been later than 1959 unless of course A.H.Downes who took the picture in the April of that year just read old “late road sign.”

And here is the challenge for people to collect and send  their own road name changes.  I can think of a few more but I bet there are even more.

Picture; December April 1959, A.H.Downes m17489, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council

Later, the real lost names, Cardiff, Lloyd Street and others


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