Hyde Name Origins.

The name "HYDE" is derived from the hide, a measure of land for taxation purposes, taken to be that area of land necessary to support a peasant family. In later times it was taken to be equivalent to 120 acres .
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Sunday, 25 March 2012

The Oddfellows

We recently put out a request for any photos of the Oddfellows pub of which there seemed a shortage. We are delighted to say we have received three pictures off Paul which we have posted below. They bring back some great memories for me. Hope you enjoy them,too !

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1960s

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Another Ladies day trip again from the 1960's

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A view from the 1980s

Thank you, Paul :)

12 comments:

ilscuro said...

One of the first pubs in Hyde to close it's doors, sadly it's happening all the time now.

Thanks Tom

Hydonian said...

Brilliant photos.
The first I've seen since it was closed down.
Thanks Paul :)

Jean said...

In 1963 when I was 15 used to drink in The Oddies.{ cherry b's if you like}



The landlord was called Hilton and his son John played table tennis for Ensland.

Jean said...

Should read England! had a blonde moment!!

Anonymous said...

My auntie madge and uncle joe Hilton lived in the Oddfellows in the 60,s it would be good if someone could put some names to the faces.

Hydonian said...

Is that the same Madge that ran the Bay Horse in Newton? Lovely lady :)

theMEGLET said...

As living down Brook St, I adopted 'The Oddies' as my local in the early eighties.
The landlord's name is on the tip of my tongue, but I just can't get it.

It was a great back-street pub, no idiots, just local regulars.

I always remember the pool table at one corner was very close to the wall, so they had a special 18" long cue you had to use when in that corner.

It became an Islamic madrasah (school).
I was walking past it a few months back at about 5am on my way to work, and the lights were on and there was a lot of voices inside like a lesson was taking place.

For that noisy moment, I just pretended it was still a pub, and it was just some locals just having a bit of AT. :) :(

Anonymous said...

The chap on the scooter I think is called Dicky winch lived on tom shepley Street. In the Eighties a sunday drive was organised. 7am Knock on the door to meet. All the regulars drinking at the bar. Cards on the old banger coach and a crate of beer. 'Adult' movie piped down into the pool room, Breakfast at a some greasy spoone. Seedy WMC somewhere north manchester curtains closed. Very Very Blue comedian taking the mickey. Ronny Gorm in a flying jacket. Some rather proffessionl Madame doing her art taking further mickey out of the regulars. Craning necks of the aged regulars to watch the said madame. Back on the old coach. Pull up on the Motorway hard shoulder for a toilet break. Scuffle on the coach. Coach breaking down. Bang Bang Bang Twang. Coach sets off again to a cheer. Back to the Oddies for a tea of Wilsons Bitter. All for £5them were the days.

Anonymous said...

The chap on the scooter I think is called Dicky winch lived on tom shepley Street. In the Eighties a sunday drive was organised. 7am Knock on the door to meet. All the regulars drinking at the bar. Cards on the old banger coach and a crate of beer. 'Adult' movie piped down into the pool room, Breakfast at a some greasy spoone. Seedy WMC somewhere north manchester curtains closed. Very Very Blue comedian taking the mickey. Ronny Gorm in a flying jacket. Some rather proffessionl Madame doing her art taking further mickey out of the regulars. Craning necks of the aged regulars to watch the said madame. Back on the old coach. Pull up on the Motorway hard shoulder for a toilet break. Scuffle on the coach. Coach breaking down. Bang Bang Bang Twang. Coach sets off again to a cheer. Back to the Oddies for a tea of Wilsons Bitter. All for £5them were the days.

Anonymous said...

The chap on the scooter I think is called Dicky winch lived on tom shepley Street. In the Eighties a sunday drive was organised. 7am Knock on the door to meet. All the regulars drinking at the bar. Cards on the old banger coach and a crate of beer. 'Adult' movie piped down into the pool room, Breakfast at a some greasy spoone. Seedy WMC somewhere north manchester curtains closed. Very Very Blue comedian taking the mickey. Ronny Gorm in a flying jacket. Some rather proffessionl Madame doing her art taking further mickey out of the regulars. Craning necks of the aged regulars to watch the said madame. Back on the old coach. Pull up on the Motorway hard shoulder for a toilet break. Scuffle on the coach. Coach breaking down. Bang Bang Bang Twang. Coach sets off again to a cheer. Back to the Oddies for a tea of Wilsons Bitter. All for £5them were the days.

Anonymous said...

The chap on the scooter I think is called Dicky winch lived on tom shepley Street. In the Eighties a sunday drive was organised. 7am Knock on the door to meet. All the regulars drinking at the bar. Cards on the old banger coach and a crate of beer. 'Adult' movie piped down into the pool room, Breakfast at a some greasy spoone. Seedy WMC somewhere north manchester curtains closed. Very Very Blue comedian taking the mickey. Ronny Gorm in a flying jacket. Some rather proffessionl Madame doing her art taking further mickey out of the regulars. Craning necks of the aged regulars to watch the said madame. Back on the old coach. Pull up on the Motorway hard shoulder for a toilet break. Scuffle on the coach. Coach breaking down. Bang Bang Bang Twang. Coach sets off again to a cheer. Back to the Oddies for a tea of Wilsons Bitter. All for £5them were the days.

Anonymous said...

This pub was a den of AT....After time. Ray Millward at the Helm. 1am lights go out. Voice in dark 'Copper on Chartist Garage.' That was it for that night. Slope of via back door and ginnel onto Frank Street.