Showing posts with label Bradford Manchester. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bradford Manchester. Show all posts

Tuesday, 6 January 2026

That corner shop in 1969 ……………


Now, leaving aside any poor jokes about that virus and the soft drinks company, there is much in this picture that tells a story of how we lived.

It starts of course with the corner shop, although this one I freely admit is not on a corner.

But these general shops which sold everything from Cornflakes to plasters, heaps of tinned food and toilet roll were once where most of us shopped.

Look closely at the windows and there are plenty of the products we still buy today.

I  can’t be exactly sure where we are, but the poster in the window advertises a Gala at Barmouth Street Baths and Washhouse, which anchors us in the Bradford Beswick area, just a short walk from Grey Mare Lane.

And during the year we lived on Butterworth Street, facing Grey Mare Lane Market, I took myself off one day and took some very poor pictures of the area including the baths, which gives the picture and the story a bit of a personal touch.

More so because I also remember those doors like the one beside the shop which gave access to a common yard.

Nana and Grandad, living in Hope Street in Derby had just such an access door to what had been a common yard with a set of outside lavatories , shared by several houses.

So that is it.  I doubt that by 1972, when we lived on Butterworth Street this row of terraced properties still existed.

But looking at a map today of the area I worked out a rough route from our flat to where the baths had been, which makes for a little bit more personal history.


Location; Bradford, Beswick 

Picture; the shop1969, Courtesy of Manchester Archives+ Town Hall Photographers' Collection,




Thursday, 1 January 2026

Travels through the 1970’s …… via Grey Mare Lane ..... Bradford Colliery and some fireman's flats

 This is where we lived for one carefree year when we were very young.

Home, Butterworth Street, 1986

It was the January of 1972, and we had been married for a month. We were just 23 and 21 years old and starting out on an adventure.

And where better to do that, than in a block of former fireman’s flats on Butterworth Street which was one side of the Mill Street Police Station in Bradford Manchester.

There were six flats, and they comprised the entire stock of student accommodation at that time owned by Manchester Polytechnic, and we were the first six families to occupy them.

It was a complete contrast to south Manchester and student land where we had both lived for two years but we loved it.  The winding gear of Bradford Colliery was just down the road, there were still heaps of small iron works and on certain days the sky could be a different colour depending on the stuff coming from the chimneys of Clyton Aniline.

The city centre was just a short train or bus ride away and directly outside our door was Grey Mare Lane Market which offered up all we wanted including a wonderful record stall from which I bought and still have the LP, Easy by Marvin Gaye and Tammy Tyrell.

Flats and a police station from Rhyl Street, 1991
The summer of 1973 I spent working in the scaffolding yard of SGB on Pottery Lane and at weekends we explored what was left of area, from Philips Park and out along Ashton Old Road.

But the place was already undergoing redevelopment.  Across from us was the new Grey Mare Lane deck access complex which at night resembled an ocean liner.

And all around there were open grassed spaces which was all that was left of the rows of terraced houses which had once been home to hundreds of families.

The colliery had closed just five years before we arrived, but the head gear was still there, until one day when we were out it was demolished.

Butterworth Street, 1948
It is easy to become nostalgic about our time there, but even then you couldn’t escape the industrial side of the area with its noise and smoke.

We lasted just a year which had less to do with the factories but simply that at the end of the year we had graduated, and while the Polytechnic allowed us to say for a while eventually were given our marching orders.

As it was we just moved up Ashton Old Road to Ashton Under Lyne which meant for a few years we passed Grey Mare Lane most days on the 218 into town.

And then I moved again and that was it apart from occasional forays out towards Philips Park, until this week when I washed up at the Etihad Stadium and on an impulse went looking for Butterworth Street and Mill Street.

I already knew that the complex had gone and worked out that our flats were now under Alan Turing Way.

All that remains of Rhyl Street, 2012
That said nothing quite prepares you for the moment when you locate the precise point where you lived.

Mill Street still exists and so does the remains of a short stretch of what was Rhyl Street which ran along side the Police Station and led into Butterworth Street.

It is just a few yards of tarmac, which in places has worn away to reveal the original stone setts.

Not much but all there is left.

And I guess it won’t be long before it too vanishes.

Already much of the original street plan from the early 20th century has been swept away by a new network of roads which run in different directions.

I wasn’t surprised and certainly not upset, it is only to be expected in an area which is being redeveloped, but I am glad I got close to the old flat.

And it will give me a topic of conversation the next time I meet up with a former policeman who walked the beat from Mill Street Police Station.

Which just leaves me to quoute from that excellet site Architects of Greater Manchester who posted three newspaper articles about the Police Station's opening on October 2nd, 1903.

Inside the police station, 1991
This was one is from the Manchester Guardian from October 2nd, 1903 reporting that "A new police station which has been erected in Mill-Street, Bradford, Manchester, was opened yesterday by Mr. W. Trevor, chairman of the Watch Committee of the Corporation. 

The station has cost £25,000, and will take the place of the old headquarters of the C Division in Fairfield-Street, as well as of several sub-stations. The building contains separate departments for police and firemen, together with housing accommodation for several men of both forces. In the police department there are thirteen cells, and these, like the rest of the building, are lighted by electricity. 

The fire department, at. the corner of Mill-street and Rhyl Street, has been arranged on most modern lines. with open stalls for the horses on either side of the engine-house, and sliding poles from the men's quarters on the floor above. The new station contains a section of the Horse Ambulance Corps".*

 And that is it, other than to say the sky could be different colours. I had begun to doubt that, but my friend Chris who had grown up off Grey Mare Lane confirmed it.

And from David Bullock came this "Great article Andrew. You’ve got the location spot on in the modern photo, opposite the doctors. What colour was the sky, yellow, orange or a bit of each? Walking the quiet streets at night you could hear the low hum of machinery that never stopped and the sporadic blasts of steam being vented. There was also the ever present chemical smell in the air. I’m sure you were kept awake at night by the stray dogs in the kennel in the station yard barking. It was uncanny how the dogs who wouldn’t stop barking always managed to escape.

Location; Mill Street, Butterworth Street, and Rhyl Street

Pictures; Butterworth Street, 1986,m 15551, and Rhyl Street, 1991, m55776, Inside the staion, 1991m55773, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass  Mill Street and Rhyl Street, 2012, courtesy of Google Maps, and the area in 1948, from the OS map of Manchester and Salford, 1922

*Architects of Greater Manchester 1800-1940

Monday, 30 May 2022

Bradford Power Station, east Manchester in 1976


I have to say I have fond memories of east Manchester.

We lived there for just a year from 1973 to’74 in one of the flats which had once housed the families of fireman.

Our back windows looked out on the old yard which had  held the ambulance and fire engines at the rear of the Mill Street Police station.

From the front windows we could gaze over the stalls of the market to the newly built flats which at night resembled nothing less than an ocean liner all lit up on the night sky.

When we arrived they had yet to demolish the pit head structures of Bradford Colliery and our Sunday afternoon walks came up against engineering factories, steel works and Clayton Aniline.

And when we left we just exchanged a flat off Grey Mare Lane for a house in Ashton and continued to daily pass through the area for another few years.

But by 1976 I was back in south Manchester living in Chorlton and it would be a decade before I went back.  
In the meantime much of that industrial landscape vanished, and now even our block of flats is no more.

So I was pleased when Eileen gave me permission to reproduce these images of the Bradford we knew.  They speak for themselves.
And the correction from Neil Simpson, "I'm sure you know, but the official name of the power station in Bradford was Stuart Street Power Station, built originally by Manchester Corporation and fed slack coal by underground conveyor from the adjacent Bradford Colliery".*

None of which I did, so thanks Neil.
 
To which Philip Gregson added "My Dad's place of work, plus my Uncle Alex. The place where he was definitely happiest, work-wise. Many a happy Christmas party in the staff canteen. Had a few walks round the plant, unofficially of course. 

Taken to see most of the plant, the conveyor from the adjacent pit, the coal crushers, turbine generators etc. 

It was a dominant feature next to Philips Park of course, and in spite of its familiarity, still scared me with its overhead transmission cables crackling in the rain, as electricity tracked across the ceramic insulators. We used to run underneath out of fear. 

I did an article on the station on Manchester History. 

When my Dad passed we drove him to the Station and around the Velodrome (with permission) paused in Stuart St by the main gates. Later scattered some of his ashes in the grounds and in Philips Park formal gardens where he and Mum would visit especially on Tulip Sunday. Happy Days, such beautifully maintained gardens at one time".

And with the comment came this picture of a party at the Power Station to which Philip adds, "I'm RHS, looking left kneeling on chair".

Location, Bradford, Manchester

Pictures;  Bradford Power Station, 1976, courtesy of Eileen Blake, and party at the Power Station, circa 1ate 1950s from the collection of  Philip Gregson

Saturday, 7 April 2018

Clayton Hall Remembers Bradford Pit .... one to do today

Now this is one I want to go to.

Today, and April 21 and May 5
We lived in the shadow of Bradford Colliery for a year and bit.

Strictly speaking I am not sure the shadow of the winding gear ever fell across our bit of Butterworth Street and sometime during the year we lived there the colliery structure was demolished.

We occupied one of the six fireman’s flats in the old Mill Street Police Station complex.  We looked out on Grey Mare Lane Market with Fort Beswick as a backdrop.

Our flats were the only properties owned by Manchester Polytechnic and were rented out to students who were married.

Not for us those luxurious apartments in the leafy suburbs of south Manchester, but Butterworth Street suited us fine.

The Ashton-Under-Lyne Reporter, 1966
We only had to cross the road to get to the market, the station was just a short walk away on Pottery Lane and for the last summer we were there I had a job at the SGB yard hard by Ashbury’s Railway Station.

The colliery had closed years before we arrived, but the winding gear was still there and like the rest of the surrounding landscape, we took it for granted.

And then one day it was gone.

We had both left in the morning, but in the evening it had vanished.

Like many memories I can’t put a date on its demolition, and I can’t even be sure it had all come down in one day.

And that is another reason for visiting the exhibition, because I know I can go online and do the research, but how much more fun to get the facts along with the stories and pictures that have been contributed by people who worked there or like us lived in its shadow.

Added to which it is not too late to add your stories and photographs, by contacting Clayton Hall  via info@claytonhall.org 

Or come along on the three open days which will be April 7, April 21 and May 5, between 11am and 4pm.

And for those like me me who live on a tram line there is a metro stop outside the Hall.  Perfect.

Location; Clayton Hall

Pictures; courtesy of Kay Symcox