Saturday, 31 August 2024
Somewhere in Manchester before 1911
The ship …….. a lighter …. and the River
Now I am the first to admit as pictures go these might not be the ones to enter for “The most exciting picture of the century”, but they are over 40 years old and come from a time when the Thames was still a working river.
I had wandered down to Greenwich looking for the old food factory where I had worked at the beginning of the 1970s.It was called Glenvilles and was close the Tunnel, and along the way I decided to record whatever took my interest.
Just exactly where along the water I was I can’t now remember, but in the second image there are the silos of what I think were Tunnel Refineries, which after the passage of four decades is as close as you will get to a location
Happily I am sure someone will correct me, citing the exact spot and adding heaps more detail.Well we shall see.
And here is the reminder that we should all record the place, date and a bit of background information each time we go out with a camera.
Leaving me just to say that before anyone sneers at the quality of the images, they were taken when I was just beginning to develop and print my own photographs, using smelly photography and the negatives have sat in the cellar for 40 years.
Location; The River
Picture; The ship …….. a barge …. and the River, circa 1978/79 from the collection of Andrew Simpson
Ernie Toseland – F.A. Cup winner 1934 … another story by Tony Goulding
This is one of those occasions when a chance encounter throws up an addition to a previous story. I have written before of Chorlton-cum-Hardy's links to Manchester City’s cup winning teams of both 1934 and 1956. (1)
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Ernie Toseland |
Ernest Toseland was born in Kettering, Northamptonshire on St. Patrick’s Day, 17th March 1905. After playing for a couple of local amateur teams he appeared professionally for Coventry City; a club then a fixture in the old Third Division (South). A successful initial season in which he scored 11 goals in only 22 matches brought him to the attention of clubs from the higher divisions and in March 1929 he was signed by Manchester City; the transfer fee of £3,000 being a club record at the time.
Ernie, as he was more widely known, remained in Manchester for the next ten years, making a total of 411 appearances and scoring 75 goals. With Matt Busby and Frank Swift mentioned above, he played in the 1934 F. A. Cup final when City defeated Portsmouth 2-1. Like Busby, he had also appeared in the final the previous year; City being beaten 3-0 by Everton on that occasion. Ernie was also featured in every match in the 1936-7 season when City were crowned League Champions for the first time in their history.
While playing at Maine Road, like many of his fellow team members, he lived close to the ground. The 1939 Register shows Ernie living with his wife Florence Grace (née Renard) (2) and his two young daughters at 17, Bowdon Avenue, Fallowfield, Manchester. (a third daughter was born post-war in 1948). Interestingly although now in the Fallowfield ward, the 1941 Manchester rate books reveal that Bowdon Avenue was then in the Chorlton-cum-Hardy ward.
The Toseland family rented their house from the Manchester corporation Ernie only earning the maximum wage allowed by the Football League, which in 1939 was £8-00 a week during the 37 weeks of the season, dropping to £6-00 a week in the close season.
The “National Register” was taken on 29th September 1939 by which time the 1939-40 Football League season had been abandoned, curtailing Ernie’s playing career. He had in fact already played his final game for Manchester City, a 3-1 loss at home to Plymouth Argyle in the Second Division on 18th February 1939 and had been transferred to Sheffield Wednesday for whom he made a total of just 15 appearances though 3 of these were in the cancelled 1939-40 season the details of which were expunged from the records.
Ernest did not play League football again when it started up again in 1946-7 but did play a number of games for Rochdale in the regionalised League and Cup competitions, which did take place (3) Ernest had a successful swan-song season for Mossley in the Cheshire County League during 1946-7 in which he scored 12 goals in 49 appearances. With his career as a professional footballer coming to an end Ernest began working for G. & W. Turner, a chain of wine and spirit merchants / off-licenses in the South Manchester area (4). He worked his way up the company eventually becoming a shop manager and this is how he came to be living above this shop on Wilbraham Road in Chorlton-cum-Hardy near to its junction with Barlow Moor Road.
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Shops on Wilbraham Road, 1959 |
To complete Ernie’s story, after retirement he moved to Bramhall, Stockport where he died on19th October 1987. He was cremated at the Manchester Crematorium on Barlow Moor Road, Chorlton-cum-Hardy.
Pictures: - Ernie Toseland from collection of Tony Goulding, shops on Wilbraham Road (1959) m18444 by A.E. Landers courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council. http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass
Notes: -
1) Chorlton-cum-Hardy’s F. A. Cup Final “triangle” 19th November 2016.
2) Ernest and Florence Grace were married in the morning of 26th November 1932 at St. Crispin’s Church, Hart Road, Fallowfield, Manchester. This church was probably the closest one to the Maine Road ground, which was just as well as Ernie was in the Manchester City team to face Aston Villa in the First Division the same afternoon. His performance doesn’t appear to have been affected as City triumphed 5-2 against a very strong Aston Villa side who went on to finish the season as runners-up in the League to Arsenal. Perhaps the presence of his new wife in the stand spurred Ernie on!
3) Football in the wartime years was somewhat chaotic as many players (including Ernie) were in the armed forces and though matches were played their competitive nature was limited as the exigences of war service meant that clubs teams would be depleted and would feature guest players. In this way Ernie played some more matches for Manchester City, quite regularly for Stockport County as well as occasional appearances for a club in Scottish “junior” Football – Carnoustie Panmore. These appearances are not included in the career records of players, they did nevertheless often attract substantial attendances. Ernest’s debut game for Rochdale, versus Crewe Alexandra, on 29th December 1945 was witnessed by a crowd of almost 6,000 as reported in the Evening Sentinel (Stoke-on-Trent) following the match.
4) G.& W. Turner Ltd. consisted of least 6 shops: -
3 in the City of Manchester viz.
369, Wilbraham Road, Chorlton-cum-Hardy.
99, Yarburgh Street, Moss Side.
21, Moss Lane West, Hulme.
And
337, Stretford Road, Old Trafford, Stretford.
86, Heaton Moor Road, Stockport.
21, Deansgate, Radcliffe, Bury.
Acknowledgements – In addition to the usual sources on Find My Past I have used a number of Football Archives available online Two Manchester City sites, Bluemoon-MCFC https://bluemoon-mcfc.co.uk/Club and City till I die https://www.citytilidie.com
Also, for Ernie’s games for Sheffield Wednesday,
The Sheffield Wednesday HYPERLINK "https://www.bing.com/ck/a?!&&p=93e91a659eadb974JmltdHM9MTcyNDcxNjgwMCZpZ3VpZD0wZjVlZjQwOC1mNTNhLTYxNGQtMzRmMC1lMGIzZjQ4MTYwZjYmaW5zaWQ9NTIwMQ&ptn=3&ver=2&hsh=3&fclid=0f5ef408-f53a-614d-34f0-e0b3f48160f6&psq=sheffield+wednesday+archives&u=a1aHR0cDovL2FkcmlhbmJ1bGxvY2suY29tL3N3ZmMvc3RhdHMvc3dmY2FyY2guaHRt&ntb=1"Archive
http://adrianbullock.com/swfc/stats/swfcarch.htm
Finally, delving into my substantial stack of old Manchester City match programmes I made use of two articles. These were from the match vs Southampton of 25th September 1971 which included a short biography of Ernie by Eric Todd of “The Guardian” in a series called “Memories of the Past”. The second was an obituary by Richard Bott of The Sunday Express published in the regular feature “Past Masters” from the programme of the match versus Barnsley on 24th October 1987.
Friday, 30 August 2024
Travels with Timmy Tram and the talking guide book
11’o clock on a sunny morning bound for town on the Cornbrook tram can be a mundane journey.
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The towering new residential blocks by Knott Mill, 2024 |
If you have done it enough times, you can plot the scenery, from the new high-rise developments, to the glimpses of the canal, and watch for the towering new residential blocks by Knott Mill.
But today was different, because as the tram closed in on Castlefield, the driver drew our attention to the new garden in the sky, directing our gaze to the rusty lattice work of metal which was once part of the railway viaduct describing where we could gain access and just what we might see, adding that there were plans to extend it.*
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The rusty lattice work of metal, 2024 |
At which point I turned to the woman next to me and expressed the thought that perhaps I wouldn’t alight at St Peter’s Square but travel on in expectation that the talking guidebook would offer up more stories of the route all the way to Victoria and beyond.
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Yellow Cornbrook, 2024 |
Alas he was silent and at Exchange I chose to leave.
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Queues form at Cornbrook for the talking tram guidebook, 2024 |
Already Peter Topping and I have begun to think that our new series of books which collectively are entitled “The History of Great Manchester By Tram, The Stories at the Stops” could be enhanced by audio links activated at each stop via your phone connected to our books.**
There is more but I am bound at this stage to keep the plans secret.
Still the first book, Trafford Bar to East Didsbury is in the bookshops and the second following the tram from Cornbrook to Exchange Square is almost ready.
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Leaving Cornbrook for town, 2024 |
And like all our books it is designed to be walked, and so with book in hand you can leave the tram at each stop and explore the further reaches of each destination.
It is available from Chorlton Bookshop, and from us at www.pubbooks.co.uk, price £4.99
Leaving me just to say it really did happen and thank you to the unknown driver who lifted the collective feelings of his passengers.
Location; Cornbrook to Exchange SquarePictures, travelling by tram from Cornbrook to Exchange Square, 2024, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
*Castlefield Viaduct, https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/visit/cheshire-greater-manchester/castlefield-viaduct
* A new book on the History of Greater Manchester By Tram, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/search/label/A%20new%20book%20on%20the%20History%20of%20Greater%20Manchester%20by%20Tram
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At Cornbrook, 2024 |
When we still had a furniture shop and a free car park .... down by the Lloyds in 1990
And so here is another of Andy Robertson’s taken I think in the early 1990s.
I will leave you to identify the shops which have gone, along with that little piece of history which was Chorlton’s lost car par, which I think was free, contained also a set of public lavatories, and once a very very long time ago had been a set of tennis courts beside the Lloyds.
Picture; looking out towards Wilbraham Road, circa 1990, from the collection of Andy Robertson
False dawns…. promising leads ……. the search for Glenton Tours goes on
Glenton Tours was a coach company at the luxury end of the market offering high class trips across Britain and the Continent from the 1920s into the late part of the 20th century.*
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Luggage label, undated |
And I have gone looking for their story, partly because they were the backdrop to my life in Peckham and later Eltham and because Dad worked for them for 50 years from 1932 till he retired.
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Dad and the courier, Elizabeth, undated |
In the winter he worked in the garage off Brabham Grove, and later in Charlton. So linked were they with Peckham that when the garage was demolished and replaced by a housing development it was called Glenton Mews.
Their head office was 397 Queens Road and as well as the offices in New Cross they had a West End office at 109 Jermyn Street.
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From the 1965 brochure |
I have written about them over the years but recently I have also become aware of just what a presence they had on our family.**
Last week I came across a newspaper account of the company from 1983 which had been reissued in Commercial Motor Archive and my interest was reignited.
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Undated |
Glenton’s had been owned by an estate agent in New Cross called Saxton, and today I went looking for them.
The good news was that the firm still exists, but the bad news is that they were bought out leaving me to wonder where next to go.
One lead is an employee of the old company who may get back to me tomorrow, and there are always other routes which I am convinced will yield results.
And on the way I will reveal a bit more about the people dad worked for, from Elizabeth a courier, Frank, Taffy and Wishy Washy who worked in the garage and the Saxton family.
We shall see.
Location southeast London
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Brochure, 1951 |
Pictures; Glenton Tours memorabilia from the Simpson collection
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Grindelwald, undated |
* 1951 ....... a Glenton Tour brochure and a window on a world we have lost, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/2019/06/1951-glenton-tour-brochure-and-window.html
**Glenton Tours, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/search/label/Glenton%20Tours
Pictures of an older Eltham and memories by a boy from Peckham
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The Old Woolwich Road, 1896 |
It had long since become known as Well Hall Lane and is now Well Hall Road.
Originally it had a more devious route starting a little west of the church, following the route of the modern Sherard Road down to what is now the station before heading off north past Well Hall House and onto Shooters Hill and the woods.
When the picture was taken much of the road north of the station was still open fields and yet within the living memory of those born in the second half of the 19th century much of it was to become an urban landscape.
Our house on the Progress Estate had been built in 1915 and when we arrived just under fifty years later it was hard to imagine that it had been anything other than neat terraced and semi detached properties.
And yet for me this spot was still pretty much as green as you could get it. Not only had the estate been laid out in the style of the Garden town with its large grassed areas and open greens but you were close to the common and at the start of the woods.
So for a boy from Peckham this was something new. Now where I had come from we did have a few parks but they were hemmed in by tall Victorian buildings and when each week we went with school to play football it was a coach ride away in leafy Surrey.
And Eltham was different in other ways. Its church still looked like an old parish church with its crumbling headstones in the graveyard and an ancient history stretching back into the Middle Ages.
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A bit of Gravel Pit Lane, 1909 |
And it was always reemphasised when the train took that long curve from Kidbrook towards Well Hall with Shooters Hill in the distance.
Now this may seem so much nostalgic tosh but underneath I suspect is that simple observation that even given fifty years of urban growth there was quite a bit of that old rural Eltham left if you knew where to look.
Which leads me to a new series of stories looking not at the Eltham of the 1840s and 50s but at the Eltham which was about to enter the 20th century.
And in a way just like “no one expects the Spanish Inquisition” I doubt that many expected what was just around the corner.
Picture; from The story of Royal Eltham, R.R.C. Gregory, 1909 and published on The story of Royal Eltham, by Roy Ayers, http://www.gregory.elthamhistory.org.uk/bookpages/i001.htm
Oysters from London on sale in Smithy Door
It is a long time since I featured an advert from the 1850s.
So here is one for Oysters sold by William Whitaker who “guarantees the FISH he sells, so that the Public may have confidence in all purchases made at his Establishment.” Well you can’t say fairer than that.
Picture; from Slater’s Manchester & Salford Directory, 1850
Thursday, 29 August 2024
Looking for a ball of wool, a lb. of apples and much more on Wilbraham Road
It’s not an original idea I know, but in the space of two decades much traditional retailing has gone.
I miss it, but I recognize that that way of shopping has pretty much gone, and the arrival of the bar culture has at least kept the shops from staying closed.
What follows are two pictures taken some time in the 1950s into the 1960s, of the businesses on Wilbraham Road and Barlow Moor Road.
I could write more, having explored the history of some of the shops, and made comment on the road signs and bus stops, but I won’t.
However, the challenge is there for anyone what can to trawl their memory and offer up some memories of the shops, or better still some pictures.
Location; Chorlton
Pictures; Wilbraham and Barlow Moor Road’s, circa 1950s/60s. from the collection of Dave King
“At present we do nothing at all other than parade” ......... sharing a day in 1915 with George Davison at Woolwich Barracks*
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Mr and Mrs Davison and their son, 1916 Ireland |
“Unfortunately” according to one “there are no historic events for this date” other than it was the day that Herschel Saltzman was born and as everyone knows he “was a Canadian theatre and film producer best known for his mega-gamble which resulted in his co-producing the James Bond film series with Albert R.”**
So a day of little significance which was pretty much how George Davison of the Royal Artillery described that Monday in 1915 to his wife in a letter home.
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Woolwoch Barracks circa 1914 |
There were no beds but he had managed to “find two blankets and use my coat and trousers for a pillow – the floor is the only bed and it is abominably draughty. Our German friends (?) chipped pieces off the barracks the other day and part of the roof is being temporarily held up by wooden joists.”
And time hung heavily “at present we do nothing at all other than parade at 6 o clock am 8 am and 1.45 pm to see if any clothing is available. There are no knives forks or spoons to eat with so you can imagine the result when fingers have to be used.”
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George's letter to Nellie, October 27 1915 |
Added to which he was still unable to “send a complete address [because] there are about 1000 other recruits to be dealt with before I get posted to any Battery.”
But there were compensations and George had managed to get the pendant and chain his wife had asked for.
Now on the surface it is an unremarkable letter but of course that is what makes it so important, for here stuck in Woolwich was George Davison biding his time as the army coped with the huge numbers of men who had volunteered since the outbreak of war.
For anyone who knows Woolwich Barracks George’s description of his time there will be of special interest more so because of the reference to Zeppelin raids.
And here I have to own up to a personal connection because just under a year after the letter was written the house two doors down to ours on Well Hall Road was destroyed by a Zeppelin bomb.
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History of War, Part XXIV October 27 1915 |
But even if there were not these personal links I have over the last year become close to the man as I work my through the collection of letters he sent home to his wife.
The George Davison Collection is a wonderful insight into how one family coped with the Great War and is a neat contrast to a contemporary account of the war issued by the Manchester Guardian every fortnight.***
And by sheer chance the first volume I have is dated October 27 1915 and covers the Italian Campaign, Russian Domestic Politics and the war on the Western Front with the added bonus of a series of adverts for everything from A Sun Bath to Valkasa the Tonic Nerve Food and the Manchester Guardian Christmas Gifts Fun known as "Tommy's Christmas which was “open again for the supply of Comforts for Lancashire and Cheshire Regiments at the Front.”
I will never know if Mr Davison read the history or if he benefited from “Tommy’s Christmas.”
By November 1915 he was back in Ireland and there he would stay till he was posted to the Western Front.
Pictures; of George Davison his wife Nellie and son, the extract from his letter, postcard of Woolwich Barracks and over of the History of War, courtesy of David Harrop.
*The George Davison collection is a unique record of material held by David Harrop and includes letters postcards, official documents many personal items from when Mr Davison was born in Manchester to his death on the Western Front in June 1918 and continues into the middle of the century. George Davison, http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/George%20Davison
**HISTORYINDATES, http://historyindates.com/27-october-1915/
***The Manchester Guardian History of the War
Celebrating a year of peace on Salford streets in the summer of 1919
It was something they lived through and seemed happy not to dwell on.
Nor did they or my mum and dad spend much time looking back at the rerun.
To be fair they answered the questions I asked but never initiated a conversation.
Given our own family tragedy which hung over the events of the Second World War I can understand why.
I don’t know how mum and dad celebrated either VE Day or VJ Day and I never cared to ask my grandparents how they saw in the Armistice Day celebrations on November 11, 1918.
But it will not have been like many. Granddad was somewhere on the Western Front, and Nana was in Cologne, and so while my grandfather, his two brothers and my two uncles would have passed the day with a mix of relief and fun, she faced up to the defeat of her country.
Al of which would have been a long way from the streets of Salford when this Corporation tram was dressed for a Victory Day Parade the following year.
It comes from the collection of David Harrop who maintains an extensive collection of memorabilia from both world wars along with an equally extensive set of material covering the history of the postal service.
In time I will go looking for stories of that day along with others from Armistice Day.
Location; Salford
Picture; illuminated Salford “Victory” Tram 1919, courtesy of David Harrop
Wednesday, 28 August 2024
The pot under the bed …… and other stories
I have been thinking of what one item marks my childhood off from our kids and it is the chamber pot.
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My chamber pot, date unknown |
It was common in many cultures before the advent of indoor plumbing and flushing toilets”*
.Now I am open to all sorts of suggestions for alternative “things” of which computers, the internet, CD’s, social media, and mobiles could be considered, but I still go for the chamber pot.
At which point I must confess that at home in Peckham we did have “indoor plumbing and flushing toilets”, but not so my grandparents who had lived in Hope Street in Derby from the mid-1920s, and finally left for a posh house almost 40 years later.
And for them a visit to the loo meant the outside lavatory which had been a shared affair until sometime in the 1940s.
There will be plenty of people who are quick to shout out their experiences of sitting in all weathers while listening to the daily doings of neighbours in the shared yard. What ever the time of year it was not the best of experiences and one which might be shared with the odd spider and curious cat.
Granddad and Nana in the back yard circa 1940 |
It resided under the bed at night and was emptied as one of the early morning tasks.
Mine in Hope Street was made of porcelain and when I was very young was something I was expected to sit on, which was fine if you got your balance just right.
And in the dead of night was always cold to the touch.
Of course, chamber pots still exist even in the most up to date houses and are the main stay of those childhood steps from nappy to lavatory, and in different guises, shapes and materials can be found in hospitals and nursing homes.
But the idea that under your bed would be a “portable toilet” to avoid the trip to the yard is not something our children ever experienced.
On the odd occasion that the topic has come up I am met with a mix of disgust, and incomprehension.
But that is what comes of having been born in the first half of the last century.
Happily my childhood chamber pot has long since gone, but back in 2009 in the company of my old friend Joe Callaghan we came across a much battered and corroded enamelled metal one lifted from the archaeological dig in Miller Street.
To the bafflement of the archaeologists, I made a bid for it along with a brick from the excavation.
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Joe, two archaeologists and the Miller Street Dig, 2009 |
Suffice to say the team bad me and Joe a fond farewell as we made our way towards the cathedral each now in possession of a hand made 18th century brick, wrapped in plastic bags pondering on the story we would give to the police if stopped.
I have never asked Joe what he did with his brick, and mine is still somewhere in the cellar.
Alas the tin potty was eventually discarded, and all I have is a slightly out of focus picture.
Still it's a link with my past.
Location, My childhood, Hope Street, Derby and Miller Street, Manchester
Pictures, my chamber pot, date unknown, Granddad and Nana in the back yard of Hope Street, circa 1940, and Joe, two archaeologists and the Miller Street Dig, 2009, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
*Chamber Pots https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chamber_pot
** A planned archaeological dig in Hulme and two retired teachers, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/2012/01/planned-archaeological-dig-in-hulme-and.html
The milk crate ….. the Lambeth saw mill ……and a bottle of sterilized milk from Chorlton-cum-Hardy
Now you will have to be of a certain age to remember and perhaps drunk sterilized milk.
Sterilized milk, date unknown |
But Dad was born in 1908 and grew up in Gateshead at a time when the quality and safety of milk was still an issue, and sterilized milk delivered a certainty that what you drank was safe.
There were plenty of small dairies and creameries in the heart of all our big towns and cities supplied by cows which lived beside the business.
In 1911 there were 462 dairymen listed in the city of Manchester. Some were very small concerns while others like Burgess of Gartside Street between New Quay Street and Bridge Street spread over four properties with another branch in Hampson Street Salford
Pure milk from Harold Morris, in Eltham, circa 1920s |
But there were many at the beginning of the 20th century who felt unease at the milk we drank.
In 1907 one correspondent to the Manchester Guardian had asked that simple question “Can the present system of milk supply be improved?”*
It was an issue of public safety for what was wanted “is milk which is clean and free from pathogenic germs and which is rich in fat.”
But given the often poor level of scrutiny on the farm and during transportation there was no guarantee of its purity for “milk is a mysterious fluid which tells no tales of its manipulation.”
Moreover it was also at the mercy of “crowds of filthy shops in which milk is exposed side by side with firewood and candles.”
At every stage there was the danger of contamination.
“The difficulty on the farm is to secure cleanliness in the milker, the atmosphere, the cooling plant and the churn. The difficulty in the town dairy is largely in the dust laden atmosphere, which alone shows the need of bottling. The difficulties in the home are dirty jugs and other vessels in which the milk is exposed until it is required.”
And so not for the first time there had been a call for the involvement of the municipal authorities in the production, supply and provision of milk.
Sterilized milk in Chorlton, 1959 |
All of which is a rambling introduction to a wooden milk crate, sterilized milk and a delivery lorry from the Cheshire Milk Company trundling through Chorlton-cum-Hardy in the April of 1959.
The picture is a familiar one and was reposted from the City archive recently, and its reappearance prompted my old “posty” friend David Harrop to send over photographs of two wooden milk crates.
I do remember them along with those used to transport pop and beer bottles, and looking carefully at the Chorlton picture it does look like the crates were of wood.
Yonder Hill Saw Mills, date unknown |
What drew me further into the story was that the crates were made at the Yoland Hill Saw Mills in Lambeth, which is not so far away from where I was born and spent my early years.
A search for the business has revealed only pictures, but I am convinced that in the fulness of time I will find out more.
Yonder Hill Saw Mills, 1966 |
It was still there when I was living in Peckham, but has now gone.
The notes accompanying the image record that “The Yonder Hills Sawmills at 64 Wandsworth Road, South Lambeth, Vauxhall.
The site became a Sainsbury's supermarket, before an extensive residential redevelopment c.2015-17. From the former British Railways Board, dated 31st March 1966”.
The present Sainsbury’s replaced a more modest store which had been built sometime before 2008, and was swept away in 2014 for the huge new development which occupies the site.
All of which may seem a long way from a bottle of sterilized milk but not so. I was surprised to see that you can still get the stuff but have never made the effort to see if it tastes the same.
Today it comes in a standard looking bottle or carton, and not like the long thin bottles I remember with the metal tops.
I wonder if it still looks that vey dark cream colour.
An ordinary milk bottle, circa 1930s |
Location, Lambeth, Chorlton-cum-Hardy, Cheshire
Pictures; Harold Morris delivering milk in Eltham, circa, 1920s, from the collection of Jean Gammons, wooden milk crates, date unknown from the collection of David Harrop, The Yonder Hills Sawmills at 64 Wandsworth Road, South Lambeth, 1966, reference 13971, identifier 2001/1/F5026, by kind permission of London Borough of Lambeth, Lambeth Archives, https://boroughphotos.org/lambeth/yonder-hills-sawmills-wandsworth-rd-south-lambeth/ and milk delivery lorry in Chorlton, 1959, A.H. Downes, m17478, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass and milk bottle from the collection of Ann Love , circa 1930s
** Memories of when the milk arrived by horse, of dye cast toys and much more, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/2013/05/memories-of-when-milk-arrived-by-horse.html
Salford Station ............ the one you miss
Down our alley ...........
I have always been fascinated by those narrow throughfares behind houses.
Once they were just cut throughs or places to play as kids, but now more and more of them have been gated off.
I can understand why this should be the case, after all anything that makes the work of Burglar Bill just a bit more difficult is to be applauded, but it has deprived many of us the chance to save time by slipping down the alley to avoid the main road on the journey to the shops.
At which point the word alley will provoke some to intervene with alternative names, from back alley to ginnel and snicket.
My Wikipedia tells me that a “A ginnel is a word in various Scottish and northern English dialects describing a fenced or walled alley between residential buildings that provides a pedestrian shortcut to nearby streets. Ginnels are typically found in suburban areas, and do not contain any business premises, unlike some other types of alley. Other related terms include snicket, tenfoot and snickleway.
Suburban streets in Sydney, Australia similarly feature "cut-throughs", which are fenced or walled passages found between residential lots that grant pedestrians easy access to nearby facilities situated on other roads.
They may feature a nature strip and are generally secured by bollards to prevent vehicle access”*
And cut throughs along with back doubles were what we called them in my bit of south east London, although that said they were not a feature of the houses where I grew up, which meant the dustbin route from the garden involved carrying it through the house.
Leaving me just to reflect that while some alleys win competitions for the way their residents add potted plants and even chairs to enhance these back strips, others are just a repository for wheelie bins.
And there is nothing wrong in that.
Location; Chorlton
Pictures; one back alley, 2024, from the collection of Andrew Simpson
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Tuesday, 27 August 2024
A story of recent Chorlton in 20 objects nu 1 ......... A Blockbusters card
On being 10 and a bit in Edmund Waller School ........ still living with a humiliation
Edmund Waller School, 2007 |
I was the lad who had been promoted at the end of what now we would call Year 5 into the top class, which I greeted at the time as a mixed blessing.
4A was what passed in Edmund Waller as the top class from which the bright and gifted would have their chance at the 11 plus and all the promise that followed from a grammar school place.
Not that I was one of them, having attained a place in 4A, the following September I joined the lads from 3B along with various other schools in the neighbourhood and began five years at Samuel Pepys Secondary Modern School for Boys.
In the past I have been harsh about Samuel Pepys but on reflection given that they were afforded less cash than the grammar schools, I had an excellent education from teachers who were committed to giving us the best.
Me, 1961 |
I can’t now remember the topic, only the burning humiliation of being told by the other boy in the group that I shouldn’t make contribution. I remember his name, and found him some years ago on a social networking site, full of his achievements on this and the other side of the Atlantic.
I do remember one of the girls intervened on my behalf and I think I did add something, but my heart wasn’t in it.
Looking back almost sixty years I chide myself for continuing to harbour the memory, and reflect that many 11 year olds can be cruel, arrogant and self opinionated but even given those caveats, the humiliation burns deep, and will follow me to the grave.
Not that I wallow in that bitter moment, instead it is a permanent reminder that I went through an educational system predicated on the idea of failure, for with every 11 plus achiever there had to be a legion deemed second rate.
Detail of the school |
So I will continue to let that memory bubble to the surface from time to time.
I could have confronted the individual on his social media site, but I doubt that he would remember such a trivial incident, secure in his glittering achievements.
Nor will I name him.
Location; Edmund Waller School
Pictures; Edmund Waller School, 2007, courtesy of Liz & Colin Fitzpatrick and me in 1961, from the collection of Andrew Simpson