Monday, 31 October 2022

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

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 after 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

The Britannia Brass Works Ashton Under Lyne ........... a ghost sign that passed me by

Now Hill Street was not a place I ever went to when I lived in Ashton, but we were walking back from the Portland Basin Museum and this was the route we took.

The Brass Works, 2016
I have to say I was impressed with the museum which “is housed within the restored nineteenth century Ashton Canal Warehouse in Ashton-under-Lyne. 

The museum combines a lively modern interior with a peaceful canal side setting. 

It is an exciting family friendly museum, with something for all the family."*

Walking back it would have been pretty easy to miss the Britannia Brass Works which doesn’t much look like the sort of foundry I am used to.

The Brass Works, 1899
So I am hoping that there will be someone out there who can offer up the story of the place and perhaps also something on S Parron.

I know that the Britannia Brass Works was established in 1872 and that just twenty seven years later “Mary Eastwood of Britannia Brass Works Ashton-under-Lyne trading as Walter Eastwood as a Brass Founder and Brass Finisher" had gone bankrupt.**

On a happier note the places was still turning out bits of brass in 1922 when it was "the JUNCTION IRONWORKS CO., Mechanical Engineers, Bentinck Street, Ashton-under-Lyne. T. A.: " Junction Ironworks, Ashton-under-Lyne." T. N.: Ashton-under-Lyne 435. Established 1902. Directors: Fred J. Reed and Harry Jackson.”***

And the rest from 1922 till now will I hope be revealed soon.

Location; Ashton-Under-Lyne

Picture; The Britannia Brass Works, 2016, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

*Portland Basin Museum,  http://www.tameside.gov.uk/museumsgalleries/portland

**London Gazette, November 7 1899

***Whos Who in Engineering, 1922, Graces' Guide to British Industrial History, http://www.gracesguide.co.uk/1922_Who's_Who_In_Engineering:_Company_J

Sunday, 30 October 2022

On Edge Lane with the Stretford Pageant sometime in the 1960s

I am back with another of those excellent photographs from the collection of Jack Kennedy.*

And this time we are with the Stretford Pageant sometime in the 1960s on Edge Lane just before the procession made its way into Longford Park.

Now there are many in Stretford and Chorlton who will have very fond memories of this event and I featured the memories of one Rose Queen from 1928 a few years ago.**

Jack’s picture perfectly captures the moment, so much so that there isn’t anything more to add.

Picture; Stretford Pageant, circa 1960s, courtesy of Dave Kennedy

*jack kennedy black & white photography https://www.flickr.com/photos/8188211@N02/sets/72157647573263194

**Memories of a Stretford Rose Queen in 1928 by Karen J Mossman, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/memories-of-stretford-rose-queen-in.html

Saturday, 29 October 2022

From Whitechapel to Edge Lane in Chorlton …….. in the company of Mrs. Shevloff and Mr. Lazarus

Now, I never lose that sense of excitement of standing in front of a house which was home to someone I have been researching.

Leman Street, with 117, marked in red, 1874
And more so when the journey runs back from Chorlton  to Whitechapel in London.

The person in question was Julia Lazarus who was born in 1880, to parents who were from the Russian part of Poland.

Her father and mother had been here since 1874, and he sought and was granted naturalization as a British citizen just two years after Julia was born.

Back then they were living at 117 Leman Street, in the heart of Whitechapel, which was a three-story property on the corner with Hooper Street.

The building is still there and comparing the footprint with the same site from the OS map of 1874, this was where they lived.

Mr. Lazarus is variously listed as a grocer, hotel keeper, financier and running a loan office, all within a short distance of Leman Street.

He died in 1936, by which time his daughter was living in Chorlton, at 22 Edge Lane and that is the link to one of those fascinating research projects which never quite gets finished.

22 Edge Lane, 2019
Because 22 Edge Lane, keeps throwing up little gems which offer insights in to how we lived.

The house dates back to 1865, and for almost a century, was home to “the people of plenty” who were merchants, professionals, and employers of others.

And of these Julia’s husband is quite interesting.  He too was born in Russia, was naturalised in 1909 and had a flourishing business, in Sheffield and later Manchester,  selling “hosiery, blankets, quilts, sheets, towels, plain and fancy  linens, lace curtains”, and advertised himself as  “casement manufacturers and merchants”.*

The Lazarus family at 47 Leman Street, 1895
Like Julia’s parents he first settled in London, where he met and married Julia, moved to Sheffield and sometime in the 1920s set up business in the Manchester and moved into Edge Lane.

The romantic in me often wonders whether Mr. Lazarus took the train north from Whitechapel and visited his daughter, son in law and grandchildren.

I doubt I will ever turn up the evidence, but no doubt there would have been pictures of the house of Edge Lane which made their way south, along with stories of the Manchester business.

And while writing the story of Julia and her husband I encountered people who remembered shopping at Shevloff’s premises in the 1960s.

So, there is much still to research, and in the fullness of time I might get inside number 22 Edge Lane, and more pictures of the house along with those of Leman Street.

Pictures; Leman Street in 1874, from the 1874 OS of London, courtesy of Digital Archives Association, http://digitalarchives.co.uk/ and Edge Lane courtesy of Armistead Property Ltd**


*Shevloff E. B. & S. Ltd 23 High Street, Slater’s Manchester & Salford Directory, 1929

**Armistead Property, http://www.armisteadproperty.co.uk/

“Longing to tell you ‘the Tale’ at Eltham” ……. October 12th, 1917

Now sadly I doubt that the “The Tale” in the picture postcard refers to the short story written in 1916 by Joseph Conrad and published the following year.

Nor did the recipient live in Eltham.

She was a Miss Nell Goddard who lived in Wenhaston, which is a small village of 818 people in north west Suffolk.

The Domesday Book records that the village had a mill, a church and woodland sufficient to feed sixteen hogs.

Wenhaston, briefly had a railway station which was part of the Southwold Railway which opened in 1879 and closed in 1929 and today has a “thriving pig farm industry.” *

But it does have a pre-Reformation panel painting depicting the Last Day of Judgement, which Miss Nell would have known, because the panel was discovered during restoration work to the church in 1892.

All of which is a long way from Eltham and leaves me to think that this was one of those picture postcards produced in their thousands which were over printed with the names of different places.

That said I like it.

And given that we have the name of the manufacturer, who was a W & K Lonson along with a serial number, we might in the fullness of time find out more.

I hope so.

Location; 1917

Picture; postcard, courtesy of David Harrop

* Wenhaston, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wenhaston




Friday, 28 October 2022

What's in a postcard? ........ Chorlton in 1994


Now I came back across this postcard today and was immediately drawn into it, not least because as postcards go it is a very late one.

Look closely and much of the detail looks very contemporary.  And so it should because it dates from 1994.

Of course there have been some changes, Cafe on the Green in the top right hand panel has undergone many changes of name and owners while Richard and Muriel’s next door is now an estate agent nor has the Pot Shop on Wilbraham Road once home to a collective of potters survived.

All of which makes it the most recent postcard in the collection and quite a novelty given that the practice of sending this type of card had all but stopped by the 1990s.

As my friend Lawrence once remarked such cards are just not stocked in local shops anymore, added to which when you do find them the cost of sending them is prohibitive and there is no chance they will arrive on the same day.

And a hundred years ago people regularly sent such postcards so confident that they would arrive within hours of being posted that they were often used to arrange a meeting later in the day.

But this is not in fact a post card; it is an election communication reminding people that “If you want a poster for your window, a car lift to the polling station, or wish to join” contact the election agent.  I should have recognised it as I took the photographs and in those long far off days will have delivered some of them in the run up to the May 5th election.

I had all but forgotten it but it served to remind me that often we see what we want to see.  I assumed I was looking at a postcard and took this one at face value until I turned it over and instead had to smile at the ingenuity of choosing to combine such an old fashioned style with a pretty neat take on electioneering.

And the embarrassing postscript, I had posted it as 1988, and it was Lawrence who corrected me.
Some days even when you lived through it you get it wrong.

Perhaps to lift that 1960s throwaway comment "If you remember the 1990s you weren't there". Or dreaming of the 60s.

Picture; from the collection of Andrew Simpson from the original produced by Lawrence Beedle, 1994 and donated by Steve Henderson whose house I might have delivered it to.


Thursday, 27 October 2022

The tram office ...... a mile of pennies ..... and the story of Sport Diving in Chorlton

So, who would have thought that the waiting room of the Corporation tram office would end up as the home of the Manchester Diving Group?

The door to diving, 2022

I have yet to find out when it stopped its connection with the travelling public, but it may have been in the 1950s when the Manchester Diving Group was set up or a tad later during a rationalization of transport facilities.

That building circa 1920s-30s
As far as I can remember it was no longer the Chorlton Office when I arrived in 1976.

But an email to the Diving Group may reveal the date.

For now, I enjoyed the history of “Sport Diving” from their web site and the story of how Diving came to Chorlton.*

Leaving me to look for when our building was erected, which will be around some time soon after 1914,when according to the Manchester Guardian "The Manchester Tramways Committee have bought a piece of land at the tram terminus in Barlow Moor Road, Chorlton-cum-Hardy, for the purpose of a siding, a verandah and shelter and other convivences"**

Interestingly in 1922, the waiting room of the building featured in a fund raising exercise for the Save the Children Fund in Russia organised by "a committee of Chorlton- cum-Hardy residents who planned to make a mile of pennies on Sunday October 30th."  

"A mile of pennies", 1921

The Lady Mayoress was "to place the first pennies on the line in the middle of our mile which we are making in the tram waiting-room, as we feel this is the most densely populated on a Sunday afternoon between three and four thirty. 

If we complete our mile, we shall be able to send through £220.  

Twenty four pennies will keep one Russian child for a week and so every step in that 'proposed mile' would bring hope and happiness where there is only despair."***

The appeal was made by a Mrs. Nicholson of Gilda Brook, on Edge Lane which I think may prompt more research.

Leaving me just to add that the tram office  the subject of a firebomb on October 9th, 1940

Location; Chorlton

Picture, the door to diving, 2022, from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and Chorlton Office circa 1920s, 30s, from the Lloyd Collection

* Manchester Diving Group, https://www.manchesterdiving.org.uk/

**Tramway Shelters, Manchester Guardian, March 11th, 1914

***From Chorlton-cum-Hardy to the Volga Valley, Manchester Guardian, October 20th, 1921

Happiness is a sign on a University Building …………

Now I have taken this golden sign for granted across the decades.


But today I stopped and snapped away.

It’s the Williamson Research Centre, “which houses a range of research laboratories and equipment for investigating our environment and the effect of human behaviour upon environmental systems”.*

And that is about it.

Location Oxford Road

Pictures; the Williamson Research Centre, Manchester 2022, from the collection of Andrew Simpson


*Williamson Research Centre, https://www.ees.manchester.ac.uk/wrc/about/

Wednesday, 26 October 2022

Looking for aunt Edna …… with help from BBC Two's ...... DNA Family Secrets with Stacey Dooley

Now during the last two decades there has been a huge increase in people researching the history of their families.

Mrs. Bux, date unknown
This is partly due to the vast number of official records which have been digitalized and are available on genealogical platforms.

So, when my sisters went looking for our family back in the 1970s it involved journeys up to the east Highlands, in search of parish records and family gravestones.

Just over 40 years later when I began looking for our mother’s story it was pretty much all done sitting at home at a desk with a computer, supported by the odd phone call to local history libraries.

To which I added long forgotten books, magazines, and Parliamentary Papers which had been rescued from dusty shelves in universities across Britain and the USA and presented as downloadable digital copies.

I still get a thrill at touching a 19th century manuscript or the minutes of a local Poor Law Committee but recognise that I am never going to get easy access to material long ago deposited in a faraway place.

All of which has made Family History so much easier to do.

And in turn this has generated a series of television programmes.

Some like the celebrity based Who Do You Think You Are? have clocked up 19 series, explored the lives and family past of 161 individuals and has been replicated in 18 countries.

And then there is DNA Family Secrets with Stacey Dooley, which is “a factual series based on genetics and DNA”.


The programme is now into its 3rd series and is “looking for people based in the UK with ancestry or heritage questions, or people who need help to find relatives (including relatives abroad). We have been looking into Britain’s home children and would be interested in representing this historical event through the series.

Samuel and Sarah Nixon, 2009
Inspired by the incredible advances in genetic/genomic technologies - and at a time when many of us will have either taken some form of genetic test ourselves or know somebody who has - our ambition is to create a public service series with science at its core, that would guide people as they seek to learn more about their DNA.

Led by a team of leading academic experts, clinicians and genetic counsellors, our series will follow individuals with specific questions they'd like to ask as they seek genetic testing for health, ancestry and relationships. 

If you’d like to watch episodes from our previous series, you can find them here on BBC iPlayer https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m000sthc

All of which leaves me to say the blog does sometimes do advertising but for the best possible reasons.

 * emma.bridgewood@minnowfilms.co.uk

Location; everywhere

Pictures;  Mrs. Bux, Cologne, date unknown, grave stone of Samuel & Sarah Nixon, Chorlton-cum-Hardy, 2009 , place unknown

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

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

Looking for gold …….

So not the most original title, and one that may not be entirely accurate.


But if like me you are drawn to autumn, then the golden brownie colours as they turn from green to those gentle hues before falling, are quite magic.

And they are accompanied by temperatures which remain warm and come with that tired but mellow sunshine.

So, picking my time carefully and dodging the rain I wandered around the Rec and captured a few more images.

Although strictly speaking all I did was to cross the road from our house and snap away.

That said, the collection now encompasses the Rec across all four seasons.

Which may mean the Autumnal Friends of Chorlton will celebrate this most gentle bits of the year with a collection of poems from Eric Thistleweight, their resident poet.

Back in 2001 he was due to read his poem "Reflections on counting the falling leaves", which has those  memorable lines, 

"Come you golden tawny leaves,

And fall upon the grass

Carpeting yesterday's bright green

And hiding the precious harvest of conkers,

But fear not because Thistleweight and Son are at the ready

To sweep away the detritus of summer,

Uncovering autumns treasures.

Our rates can't be beaten

So come you golden leaves

Fall and fall and fall".

Alas the Council pointed out that their staff were already on the job, leaving Eric to recite his poem to an empty hall.


Location; Beech Road

Pictures; Autumn gold, 2022, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Tomorrow in Urmston ........ Mr Billington presents ........

 Now long before text messages Facebook, WhatsApp and Twitter, there was the picture postcard.

For a small price our great grandparents, could write home to family and friends reporting on a holiday, passing on birthday wishes or just arranging to meet up.

And because they included a picture on the front the cards have become the stock of local historians to illustrate “how we lived”

All of which brings me to the new book, “Urmston, Flixton and Davyhulme: A Postcard Heritage”, by Michael Billington.

The press release says“The Golden Age of postcard collecting, known as deltiology, was between the years 1902 and 1914, an era when collecting became hugely popular.

With regular and efficient collections and deliveries it was common to see messages such as “See you at 2pm this afternoon”; the text message of yesteryear? 

Also “Here's another for your collection” and “one more for your album”.

This book looks at the development of the publication of postcards in the Urmston, Flixton and Davyhulme area. E. Mather of Flixton Post Office and J. Wride, who had a stationer's in Urmston, photographed the streets of the area as well as landmarks such as the pubs, churches, grand houses, parks, hospitals, railways, cenotaphs, canals and bridges.

"A Byeway, Flixton", date unknown

All are here in this book contrasted with more recent photographs taken by the author.

Michael Billington is an Urmstonian and this is his third book about the area”.

The official launch will be on Thursday October 27th at  7.30pm in Urmston Library and will be il-lustrated by a powerpoint presentation by Mike featuring highlights of the book.

Mike adds, “the guest of honour, who will say a few words, will be Joanne Harding, Labour councillor with responsibility for culture, leisure and strategic partnerships in the Urmston Ward. She also has responsibility for Trafford Poverty Strategy and Domestic Abuse.”

"You may expect me tomorrow", 1910

Free glass of wine and admission free but booking required at the Eventbrite link below.

Urmston, Flixton and Davyhulme: A Postcard Heritage Tickets, Thu, Oct 27, 2022 at 7:30 PM | Eventbrite

And that is it.



Location; Urmston, Flixton, Davyhulme

Pictures; from the collection of Michael Billington

Monday, 24 October 2022

“Smash the dark away” ……..

 Now the thing about grandchildren is that they reignite memories of your own childhood and that of your kids.

"Play things" 2022
But more than that it’s their use of language which fascinates me.

At which point I have to say that this is not one of those stories about the magic of our own. 

He is of course special, but so are everyone else’s grandchildren.  To that end I don’t post pictures of him or our kids on social media and I keep the personal stories of all of them in the house.

No, this is about the evolving use of language, and the words he uses to express himself as he encounters new experiences and makes sense of the world around him.

He is just a tad over three, will soon start pre school and stayed over with his parents for the weekend.

It was early evening, and the light was fading fast, and as you do, we turned on the lights which prompted him to say that this would “Smash the dark away”.

I am no expert on the language used by children but this to me seemed perfect and more than a little poetic.

Although I do have to say the use of “smash” was a little violent, but then he spends chunks of his day charging about and bouncing off me, Nonna, and his dad.

Happily, Bisnonna just gets a passing hug and more often than not is asked to get him something more to eat.

Later while watching a carton of gyrating characters he repeated “Tumbling Tescos” which baffled me a bit but seemed to fit what was going on.  

Illuminating the gloom, 2020
No doubt someone with preschool kids will help me out on the reference to Tescos, but for now I liked the use of alliteration, which even as a doting granddad I know is not yet an indication of a future Wordsworth, John Donne or  Shelley.

If I wanted to over egg the moment I might explore how growing up in the 1950s I might have commented on the same event, or a child a century earlier, when candles illuminated the gloom.

So that is it, less the start of a seminal work on how children express themselves and more just a priceless moment I hope I will remember.

Location; our house

Picture, Play things, 2022, and Illuminating the gloom, 2020 from the collection of Andrew Simpson


Sunday, 23 October 2022

That familiar row of shops on Wilbraham Road

I don’t have a date for this picture but I am guessing we are sometime in the 1920 or 30s.

Of course I am well aware that someone out there will recognise the make and manufacturer of the the single-decker bus and will be able to offer up a date.

In the meanwhile I am content to suggest that we are on Wilbraham Road on a bright and sunny morning in early spring.

If pushed I might say it was a Sunday given the absence of people and the fact that the shops are closed.

But that said  most of the shopkeepers have their canvas awnings in place so we may just have caught this bit of Wilbraham Road before anyone has opened for business.

Now all of this is a bit of speculation so instead I shall focus on what I do know.

The block stretching down from Albany Road was once a set of desirable residential properties which date from the 1880s.

They may have lacked large gardens but there was still plenty of open land within easy reach and each had a small “green" plot at the front.

But sometime at the turn of the last century the enterprising owner converted the lot into shops which mirrored a similar development opposite and another further down beyond the junction with Barlow Moor Road.

Look closely and all the clues are there, starting with the shops themselves which are clearly additions to the original design, and to the arrangement inside where in some of them there is a set of stairs which were once the steps leading up to the front door.

By the time this picture was taken Mr Burt and Mr Stevenson could proudly point to having been two of the first to set up there and  would continue to trade for decades to come.

And that just leaves me to thank Mark Fynn and point you to his excellent site of picture postcards.*

Location; Chorlton-cum-Hardy, Manchester

Pictures; Wilbraham Road circa 1920s-30s, courtesy of Mark Fynn

*Manchester Postcards, http://www.manchesterpostcards.com/index.html

Saturday, 22 October 2022

In Ashton-Under-Lyne with James Butterworth in 1823

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fallowfield’s (stopped) Clocks another story from Tony Goulding

My tour of the public clocks of South Manchester has arrived in Fallowfield, where the Church of the Holy innocents has not one but three. 

Unfortunately, they are not, at present, functioning and haven’t been for at least 7 years. Oddly though, while one face shows the time 1-29 the other two indicate 8-31.  Meaning that in this case “even a stopped clock is right 4 times a day”!

Although the church was opened to the public on Wednesday the 5th March, 1872, the tower of some 150 feet had not at that time been built and was added later. It was another 20 years before enough funds were raised to fit the clocks to the completed tower. The contract for providing these timepieces was placed in the spring of 1892 with Messrs. Joyce and Son of Whitchurch. The clock would strike the hours and consist of “three skeleton dials filled with white opal glass for illumination”

The Land on which the Church and later a school and rectory were built was provided by Lord Egerton who around the same time gifted the land on which the “New” St. Clement’s Church was built in Chorlton-cum-Hardy. 

Thus, was provided a substantial church for the growing communities at both ends of the new road, Wilbraham Road, which he had recently laid down between Edge Lane on the borders of Stretford and the main route out of the Manchester to Didsbury.

Holy Innocents Church Fallowfield

The design of the church was by Price and Linklater a short-lived partnership of Architects based at Imperial Chambers, 1, Market Place, Manchester. Both were Dubliners who specialised in designing church buildings. 

The partnership was dissolved in 1875 when the younger of the two men, Mortimer Henry Linklater left to train for the ministry in the Church of England at the Chichester Theological College, Chichester, Sussex. Construction of the day and Sunday school began in May, 1882 and the new building was formally opened on the 30th December, 1882. Both these buildings are now Grade 11 listed.

Holy Innocents: Sunday and Day School Building
The Architect of the schools building was Francis Haslem Oldham of John Dalton Street, Manchester who was also the architect responsible for The English Martyrs, Roman Catholic Church on Alexandra Road South, Whalley Range, Manchester.

The first rector of the new Church was Rev. John James Twist who was translated from the curacy of the neighbouring parish of St. James in Birch, Rusholme, Manchester. 

He was the first-born son of John Brown Twist, an attorney, and his wife Georgina Maria (née Bult) born in January, 1838 in Coventry, Warwickshire and baptised  in the Church of St. John the Baptist in that city on the 13th January.   

English Martyrs Church Alexandra Road South
John James was only 6-years-old, when his mother, aged just 32, died, on the 27th October, 1844. (1)  On the 5th April, 1861 he graduated a B.A. later enhanced to an M.A. degree from Magdalene College, Cambridge and was appointed to the curacy of St. James’s on Sunday 2nd February, 1862 on being ordained as a deacon. He was further ordained as a priest by the Bishop of Manchester, The Right Reverend James Prince Lee (2) at St. Thomas’s Church, Ardwick, Manchester on the 1st March, 1863

Rev. Twist married Katherine Dewes, the eldest daughter of Thomas Dewes, a solicitor, on the 21st April, 1863 at St. Michael’s Church, Coventry, Warwickshire. The couple were blessed with four children two sons and two daughters before, just prior to his appointment to Fallowfield, Katherine died on the 8th February 1871, at the tragically young age of just thirty-one, giving birth to a third son, John who also did not survive.         

Having served as the rector of the Holy Innocents for two decades, the strain of working in such a large urban parish resulted in a breakdown of his physical and mental health leading to his resignation in September, 1892. 

After spending some time recuperating in Italy, he accepted the appointment as the Vicar of the small rural parish of Castle Hedingham, Nr. Halstead, Essex. He was assisted in his new post by his youngest son George Cecil who became his curate. (3) His household included his two daughters, Frances Mary and Margaret Agnes, together with his sister-in-law, Sophia Dewes and three servants.  His two daughters also took an active rôle in church affairs. 

Sadly, Rev. Twist’s health did not show significant improvement and his depression deepened. He consulted his doctor and travelled to the spa at Matlock, Derbyshire where he remained for five months “taking the waters”, however on his return on a visit to Jex’s farm at Hopton near Lowestoft, Suffolk he hung himself in the farm’s barn on Monday, the 4th July, 1898. At the inquest the following day the jury returned a verdict of “Suicide while temporarily insane”.

Following the death of their father both daughters remained in the Castle Hedingham parish, assisting their brother, Rev. George Cecil, who had succeeded to the living. Frances Mary died on the 15th June, 1909; her 43rd birthday. Margaret Agnes continued assisting in Castle Hedingham parish, although following her brother’s marriage to Edith Mary Bromley on the 7th November, 1911 she now longer lived at the vicarage. She did however, briefly relocate to Chelmsford, Essex when her brother gained an appointment there. After only 2 years in Chelmsford, she returned to Castle Hedingham to take care of her elderly aunts, Sophia and Emily Maud. (4) Finally, she moved on to Dorking where her older brother, James Frederick served as a curate for 35 years. She died there on the 11th September, 1958. She left an estate of £23,979-2s.-7d. (today’s equivalent =£435,271) One of her executors was Kathleen Margaret Twist, an artist, who was Margaret Agnes’s adopted daughter. A year after receiving her legacy she emigrated to California where she died, aged 90, in Sierra Madre on Friday the 19th November, 2004.

Pictures: - Clock Tower and Old School Buildings (now a bar) from the collection of Tony Goulding. Holy Innocents Church courtesy of Andrea Martinez and The English Martyrs Roman Catholic Church, Alexandra Road South, Whalley Range, Manchester m69336 courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information, and Archives, Manchester City Council. http://manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass

Notes: - 

1) Georgina Maria died probably from complications arising from the birth of John James’s youngest brother, George Francis. Two of George Francis’s grandsons are noteworthy. Francis Cecil Orr Twist died on the 30th July, 1916 while serving as a 2nd Lieutenant with the 18th battalion Manchester regiment at Guillemont, during the battle of the Somme. He was the school captain at Rugby School and had just won a classical scholarship to Balliol College, Oxford. He has no known grave and is remembered on the Thiepval Memorial. Derek Norman Twist was a screenwriter, editor and director of British films from the 1930s through to the 1950s.  As an editor he worked on Alfred Hitchcock’s 1935 version of “The 39 Steps” starring Robert Donat and Madeleine Carroll. He also served in the R.A.F. Film Production Unit with the rank of Wing Commander. He used this experience to good effect in co-writing and producing the popular war film of 1952 “Angels One Five” starring Jack Hawkins, Dulcie Gray, Michael Denison and John Gregson.

2) The Right Reverend James Prince Lee was the first Bishop of Manchester. He was appointed on the 23rd October, 1847; the diocese having been founded by an Act of Parliament on the 1st September, 1847.

3) Another of Rev. John James’s sons, James Frederick, was also an Anglican priest who at the time of his father’s death was the senior curate at Chislehurst, Kent. 

4) Both aunts lived very long lives. Sophia died on the 23rd November 1939 aged 98, while her sister, Emily Maude had only reached her 87th year when she died on the 10th April, 1940. Longevity ran in the family, as their mother had also lived to be 91 when she died in Castle Hedingham on the 4th February, 1907.

Acknowledgements:  Find My Past's Newspaper Archive and Architects of Greater Manchester  https://www.manchestervictorianarchitects.org.uk


Thursday, 20 October 2022

When archaeology came to Beech Road ……

It will be a long time since anyone has seen the brickwork of the newsagents on Beech Road.

After the tiles, 2022
But this week the tiles which went on sometime in the 1980s have gone revealing more than a few clues to the history of the building.

It is rare that you get a chance to match old photographs with the stripped away cladding of decades and cross reference these with the historic records.

I know that in 1911 the original living quarters of the business could be accessed by a front door to the right of the big shop window beside which was another window.  All of which would suggest that what is now the back of the shop was the living room.  

Long before the tiles, 1911

And yesterday’s picture reveals the ghost door and window exactly where they should have been.

Now I can’t be sure when they were bricked up but I am guessing it will be before 1959, when Mr. R E Stanley photographed the shop and revealed a similar bricked up doorway on what is now the Chequers side of the shop.

A ghost door and its companion window, 2022
The rate books and census returns point to the shop having been built in the 1890s along with a property on Chequers Road which is now part of the shop.

This other building was listed as no.57 Church Road [now Chequers Road] and at one stage was occupied by a boot maker, which is confirmed by finds made in the 1990s of leather offcuts in the cellar.

Small history perhaps but fascinating none the less for what it offers up about a building which can lay claim to having always been a newsagent.

And one which in its earlier days was run by Lionel Nixon who was the grandson of the family who ran the beer shop which is now 70 Beech Road. 

They were Samuel and Sarah Ann Nixon, and they were in residence offering up beer and cheer from the 1840s, while Samuel’s father was landlord of that pub over the water once known as the Greyhound, but now Jackson’s Boat. 

The continuity of our newsagents is mirrored by no.70 Beech Road which with No.68 may be the oldest commercial buildings still doing what they had been designed to do when they first opened in the 1830s.

And the shop before the cladding, 1979
Location; Chorlton





Pictures, that newsagents, 2022 and 1979,  from the collection of Andrew Simpson, and in 1911 from a picture postcard, courtesy of Dave Bishop

Wednesday, 19 October 2022

My own barrage balloon …………..

An occasional series featuring one of those iconic images of the Second World War.

Barrage Balloon, Hullard Park, 1939
I wasn’t born when the last barrage balloon was cranked down and deflated for the last time but they are as much a part of how I remember that war as stories of rationing, my parents recollections and the bomb sites I played on in the 1950s.

So here is the balloon that belonged to Margaret Holmes.  

I say belonged to Margaret, but strictly speaking it was her dad’s, who she writes was "in RAF squadron 924 which was a barrage balloon squadron.

They trained in Hullard Park in Stretford in September 1939”

Adding another picture of her father, "Edmund Woodhead, which was taken in Le Havre in 1940.  He’s on the back row second from the right”.

With 924 Squadron, 1939
But it is the barrage balloon that fascinates me, and reminds me of the one I featured in The Rec on Beech Road recently.

And so to the challenge or the request ….. which is to offer up your picture of a barrage balloon with or without a story.

Now my Wikipedia tells me that “by the middle of 1940 there were 1,400 balloons, a third of them over the London area”.

So that’s a lot of stories and follows on from my prefab series, which explored the remaining estates of this other iconic post war building.

To which John H Parker, has added

"Hullard Park is In Old Trafford bordering Henrietta Street. I lived within 300 yards of the balloon 1940 - 1943. King George & Queen Elizabeth visited the unit very briefly in Autumn 1941 stopping to receive a parade, salute and Three Cheers from The Squadron".

Location; Stretford

Le Havre, 1940
Pictures, from the collection of Margaret Holmes, 1939-1940






* Barrage balloon, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barrage_balloon


Who now remembers Tom Mix and Lillian Gish at the Roxy in Carnforth?

I suppose there will be few who now remember Tom Mix, Lillian Gish and a host of other silent movie stars.

Few also, who will be able to talk about regular visits to the Roxy Cinema in Carnforth.

It opened in 1923, as the Kinema, and could seat 780.

And with clever business sense it was positioned close to the railway station, making it a perfect venue for anyone who missed their train and had a few hours to kill.

In 1940 it changed its name to the Roxy and for reasons I haven’t discovered, reduced its seating capacity to 465.

It continued to operate until 1963, but had gone by 1966.*

It wasn’t a picture palace I knew, but Andy Robertson fell across it on Sunday, telling me, that “On Sunday night stayed over at Arnside Youth Hostel. On the way there I stopped off at a few places, and when I saw this in Carnforth I immediately thought of you!”  

And I instantly knew it had to be a story for the blog.

Alas while the ghost of Tom Mix and Ms Lillian Gish may wander the auditorium in the dead of night, they will encounter nothing more exciting than a shelf of baked beans, some fresh veg and a fine bottle of wine.

Along with their excellent range of pastries which we indulge in on a Sunday morning.

Location; Carnforth

Pictures; the Roxy Cinema, Carnforth, 2018, from the collection of Andy Robertson

*Cinema Treasures, http://cinematreasures.org/theaters/37416

Tuesday, 18 October 2022

A little bit of Manchester in Peckham

Now I went looking for a certain house on Barforth Road which is on the northern edge of Peckham Rye Park.

A postcard home to Peckham
The house in question is an attractive semi on two floors, and I know that back in 1911 it consisted of seven rooms and was home to the Dansie family.

Mr George Dansie described himself as a corn seed dealer and he had been married to Marion Elizabeth for 24 years.

He died in 1938 leaving £1,300 and for now that is pretty much all I know but in time I will go looking for his shop and something more on his wife and his three children.

And it was one of those children that first drew me in to the story of the family and the house.

This was George who was born in 1890 worked in the family business and in the November of 1917 was in Manchester.

I have no idea what he was doing so far north but given the date he may have been stationed in the city or just passing through.

The picture postcard from Manchester
There are a few possible candidates in the army records of which one was in the Army Service Corps.

And on that November day he wrote back to his mother that he “will be writing a letter to you tomorrow” and that he had been “to two theatres last week” and was planning to visit another.

Now he had chosen a picture post card of the YMCA hostel in the heart of the city which may have been acting as a hospital, all of which raises some intriguing clues to follow up.

And more so for me.  I grew up On Lausanne Road, spent a year in a school in Nunhead and played in the park.  Of course all of that would have been a long time after George and his family lived in Barforth Road.

But I like the way that a little bit of my adopted city made its way down to Peckham.

Location Peckham & Manchester

Picture; the YMCA Hostel in Piccadilly, 1917 from the collection of David Harrop

Monday, 17 October 2022

In just two decades, the development of Old Chorlton

Now you might be forgiven for thinking this is not much of a story, but it is one of those little insights into the development of Chorlton.

The north end of the township had undergone pretty rapid development from 1880 onwards, so much so that the area which had once been known as Martledge quickly just became New Chorlton or the New Village.

But the old centre of Chorlton around the green and running up Beech Road was slower to be developed and there remained plenty of open patches.

But such was the demand for housing that these too began to be built over.  

In 1915 the six terraced houses facing the Rec on Beech Road went up, followed a little later by the parade of shops running from Wilton down to the chip shop and newsagents.

And a decade earlier the pocket behind Beech Road down to the Brook was laid out and built on.  Provis, Neal and Higson date from around 1910, and some of Beaumont  by the 1924.*.

Most were built by Joe Scott whose building enterprise made certain that when his wife, Mary Ann looked out of their back bedroom window what had once been fields all the way down to the Brook was now houses.

* Andy Lever

Location; Chorlton-cum-Hardy

Pictures; South of Beech Road in 1907 from the OS map of Manchester , 1907, and the same in 1934 from Geographia Street Plans, 1934 courtesy of Digital Archives, http://www.digitalarchives.co.uk/