Sunday, 23 August 2026

It was 56 years ago ……. the music was good … the sun shone ….. and we were all happy

Today I came across this poster.

That poster, 1970

And in a trice I was back 56 years ago with friends wondering what to do on an indifferent Friday night in late August.

The usual haunts were discarded, and someone mentioned the Isle of Wight Festival, and without much thinking, other than to collect sleeping bags we were off in Tony Behan’s car, heading out of London in the late evening for the coast.

Some where on that hill was me, 1970
The rest really is a blur.

On arrival we found that a section of the festival was camped on a hill above the site, it was free and to my shame we opted to camp three.

Memories are vague with the passage of half a century, but I remember falling asleep to the sound of the Doors and marvelling at heaps of camp fires dotted across the hillside which illuminated the night sky.

Alas ours was a but a short stay, Tony had to be back in London for work on the Monday and so my one real experience of a festival and one of the legendary ones, was a day and a night.

To which when my lads ask, “What did you do at the Festival?” I can only ruefully reply I was a “Hippy for a day”.

But it was memorable and allowed me to bore friends with stories of the event as we watched the film Woodstock on a day when we should have been in lectures.

And I might say added to my image with our kids of something more than just Dad, the teller of silly stories who forgets things and always managed to ruin their best tee shirts in the washing machine.

Me, 1970
I could go on about the significance of the event, the huge collection of talent that was on display or the awful conditions down by the latrines.

But I won’t other than to say over the years I am amazed at the number of people who I have discovered were also there, two of whom I worked beside for nearly 20 years.

I thought of including their stories in the ones I have written over the years, but those belong to them.

Location; The Isle of Wight

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

*Isle of Wight Festival, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Isle%20of%20Wight%20Festival

Lost and forgotten streets of Manchester ........ nu 81 Roman Entry

This is Roman Entry.

Roman Entry, 2017

It connects Church Street to what has variously been known as Roman Street and Back Alley and long ago lost even its name.

Now I must have passed Roman Entry many times over the years and not even given it a glance and even less ventured down what is a very narrow thoroughfare.

Roman Entry, 1910
But then why should I?

On any busy day taking time off to explore a dark and dismal alley might well seem a waste of time.

These days however I have the time and have also rediscovered my sense of curiosity for back alleys, narrow passages and forgotten streets which offer the promise of all sorts of history.

In the case of Roman Entry, it is there by 1793 and will in all probability be much older.  From the 1840's if not earlier part of the alley was enclosed and formed part of a building.

Looking at the records, subsequent buildings were built on the site incorporating the entry.

In 1910 the building was home to the hosiery business of F.C. Lowcock ad earlier still was listed as a Boot and Shoe warehouse and before that as various types of “manufactury” back into the 1850’s, and even was shared a linen manufacturer and an artificial flower maker.

And with a bit more research using the rate books we might be able to discover the uses for that building back into the late eighteenth century.

We shall see.

Location; Roman Entry

Pictures; Roman Entry, 2017 from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and in 1910, by J. Jackson, m01696, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass

The Great Burial Scandal

The Great Burial Scandal is a story and I have to thank Ida Bradshaw for picking up on the old references and unearthing the awful truth.


And it is a pretty gruesome one which is difficult to comprehend as you walk through the old parish graveyard on a warm spring day.

 But back in 1881 it was according to some so full that “it is now difficult to tell where there is any land left for new graves, [and because] so many internments have taken place there is not 2ft of earth between the coffin and the surface.”*

There were also lurid tales of existing gravestones being broken up and thrown into the midden of the Bowling Green Hotel to allow new ones to be erected and worse still of bones and skulls appearing and being transported away in wheelbarrows.

Much more was revealed at the official Government inquiry opened by the Home Office in the November of 1881. One witness spoke of “human bones .... knocking about the highway. Only that morning a jawbone with teeth in had been picked up.” 

There were also past sextons who reported the difficulty in finding space to place a coffin and the ever present danger of unearthing past burials. William Caldwell described how he regularly “disturbed human remains in digging” and once before he “could get down to any depth I smashed into another grave, and I was flooded by liquor and human remains.”


Now given that the first parish church had been opened in 1512 it should perhaps not be surprising that the place teemed with the dead. As the Reverend Booth admitted, while the burial records only dated back to 1753 he had come across a headstone from 1660, and confirmed “that the burial ground had been enlarged three times.” Moreover “the interior of the church was filled with graves and the worshippers, Sunday by Sunday, knelt in the dust of their fathers.”



Some of just how crowded the place had become can be got from comparing the picture taken in 2008 and that of 1860, both of which are looking south to where the church was sited.

Medical opinion increasingly turned on the heath issue which was compounded by the rapid growth in the population of the township.

But the real scandal seemed to be that the local church authorities had continued to bury the dead in the church with the present sexton denying that there was a problem and the Reverend Booth being critical of the evidence of previous sextons. Despite plenty of evidence that for a decade or more finding new spaces was difficult.

Of course we should temper our shock and disgust a little and remember the practice of removing old burials to accommodate new was a traditional practice.

 Also I do have some sympathy with the argument made out by Reverend Booth and some correspondents to the Manchester Guardian that for those with family plots there was a real link with wanting also to be buried in the parish church.

But the Home Office Inspector was “satisfied that the churchyard is exceedingly full and that you want an order for the closing of the churchyard and the only thing to talk about is the exceptions.”

The following year this was carried out with the proviso that where families had an existing grave an internment could go ahead providing that the graves could be opened to a depth of five feet without exposing coffins or disturbing human remains.

Finally in 1930 the remains were exhumed and reburied in Southern Cemetery, which I suppose should have closed the story were it not for the discovery of some body parts during the archaeological dig in the late 1970s and early 80s but that is another story.

Pictures from the collection of Andrew Simpson 2008, and the Lloyd collection circa 1860


*from the Chorlton Ratepayer Association to the Withington Local Board of Health January 12th 1881

References from the Manchester Guardian 1881-86, Manchester City Council Town Clerks’ Papers Re Closed Burial Grounds 1930, reports in the dig by Angus Batemean

On Eltham High Street in the 1930s

I am back on the High Street sometime in the 1930s, and this is Joan Wilcox behind the counter of the newsagents run by her parents.

The shop was at number 36 and I have to thank her daughter Lesley for permission to reproduce the image.

There will be many who like me remember these traditional shops with the glass cabinets, sturdy wooden counters and much more.

I am hoping that it will bring forth more pictures and perhaps a few memories.

Like those of the old 1950s Woolworths with their heavy island counters wooden floors and that sweet smell I have never been able to track down.

And it may have been pure chance but I seem to remember that when ever we went in we were greeted with the sound of Apache by the Shadows.

Picture; Joan Wilcox, from This is Eltham, http://www.thisiseltham.co.uk/

Saturday, 22 August 2026

Lost and forgotten streets of Manchester nu 39 ............. the mystery of the moving street

Now this entrance looks as if it should go somewhere and back in 1851 it did.

What should be Back Spear Street, 2016
This is Back Spear Street which is off Spear Street.

Spear Street  is one of those streets that connects Hilton Street to Great Ancoats Street.

It is narrower than Oldham and Lever Streets which run parallel but it still offers up some interesting sights including a few of those new wall painting which are everywhere in the Northern Quarter.

And it has a mystery in that Back South Street seems to have moved.

On the 1849 and 51 maps it is directly opposite Faraday Street and contained seventeen properties along its length which ran off Spear Street and then took a right to run parallel with its name sake.

In time I will go looking for its residents, and that search might also reveal why what is now called Back Spear Street starts a little further north and still has an echo of that dog leg set up.

Back Spear Street, 2016
I must admit that at first this did confound me but Goads Fire Insurance map and the current street plan place it closer to Warwick Street than it was.

I don’t have an answer and I suspect the search might not prove doing.

So instead having featured the entrance to the old Back Spear Street and its rival I shall close with the building that stands beside our earlier one.

In 1851 this spot was listed as livery stables, from where a Mr William White ran a coach business.

Almost thirty years later it was the site of a glass manufacturer and by 1903 was specializing in the manufacture of millinery products.

The building beside the old street entrance, 2016
I can’t date our building and so it will have to be a trawl of the rate books but it does post date 1851 and having been at the mercy of the fly poster it does now have one of those Northern Quarter paintings.

And that just leaves me with the mystery because if you follow the directories over the years Back Spear Street seems to where I first found it but that conflicts with our maps.

All very strange.

Which just leaves someone to come up with the answer.

Location; Manchester

Pictures, Spear Street up and down its length, 2016 from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Walking Well Hall ......... past the station and then the climb up to the High Street

Now anyone who walked up to the High Street from anywhere along Well Hall Road may well have wondered about these houses.

I was always fascinated by how high and set back they were from the road and was always particularly intrigued by the one with high wall and brick entrance.

And I remember the time when one of the occupants excavated all that land in front of their house to create a car space which must have been in the late 60s or early 70s.

In time someone will post on the history of these properties.

Tricia’s picture, she thinks, dates from the 1930s and certainly the tram lines  will date it to before the end of the 1940s.

When I regularly walked Well Hall from our house just beyond the roundabout which will have been thirty or so year after the picture was taken little had changed.

And I still remember the school friend who lived on the opposite side of the road.

She was called Deboarah, was a year below me at Crown Woods and went off to train as a teacher.  Alas our paths never crossed again.

Many others remember those houses.  My friend Jean thought they were posh while Lesley like me passed them many times on foot.

For me it was the return journey back from the High Street, which was just that better with its view down the slope to the station and then that steady rise away in the distance that took in the Odeon and the woods.

So thank you Tricia for posting the pictures.

Memories are made of these.

Location; Eltham

Pictures; Well Hall Road, circa 1930s, courtesy of Tricia Leslie

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

These were also physically demanding jobs which could be dangerous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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