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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Friday, 19 April 2013

MEMORIES OF GROWING UP IN HYDE Part 6

1939 – 1955 by Roger Chadwick

Between 1945 and 1948, the bus fare from Glen Wood to Hyde Market was 1d both for adults and children.  It was regarded as a good value ticket but when your pocket money was between 3d and 6d, it was wiser to walk the three stops and save the money for pies! 

Readers will gather that food has and always will be important to me.  I am fortunate to bear the same weight at 74 that I had at 18!   Walking about  makes you observant and I knew every part and parcel of that 10 minute amble!  

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 Mottram Road

Mottram Road was quite “elegant” even in those post war years with Victorian terraces, huge houses and rows of cottage style dwellings.  John Oldham’s, Grocers, was just down the road and between the shop and the Bankfield Hotel were what we called “the dolls houses” as they looked so small and neat.  Past Grange Road you came to Sober Row, so remembered because of the stone plaque in the middle terrace house bearing the words “Be sober, be industrious, be economical”.  Then I might  cross the road to avoid the temptations of Proctors Chip Shop, buy stamps at the sub post office and then hurry past the Co-op at the corner of Lumn Road with its crepe paper window decorations and ginger cat!   After a passing the tram shed on Lewis Street and Smith’s The Butchers I would eye all the cars and take in the whiff of unburnt petrol at  the garage before Ridling Lane and Clarendon Street. 

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 Co-op on Lumn Road corner

There was a lovely fruit pie outlet just below the road that led to the Hyde Lads Club and The Ritz!

When I was about 7 or 8, Mum took me to meet Mrs Young at the National Savings Shop  and to buy Savings Stamps.  These bore the portrait of Prince Charles with blonde hair aged about 3!  It was the start of saving money for the future.   Round the corner was Lever’s, the Gents’ Hairdresser where I would deliberately attend for the short back and sides at the busiest time of the week so as to study the Dandy and Beano comics in detail.  In those days, Mr Lever, chain smoking and coughing, would sterilise the shaving heads and briefly use the cut throat razor above the ears and below the hairline.  That implement frightened me to death especially when being “stropped” for shaving the older gentlemen

 The Reform Club Building reminded me, like many more lads of my age, of the lady dentist from the school dental clinic on the first floor.  “Keep still, this is going to hurt…what’s the red tie for… are you a communist?”  She brooked no nonsense and was downright rude.    Pleasanter moments were spent in Warburton’s Pork Butchers with the huge Kelvinator Fridges and blue tiled images of pigs on the walls, a scrupulously clean environment, smelling of butchers’ mace as the pork and pies were served out to the huge queues.  Then perhaps across the road for a saunter round Woolworth’s.  The manageress was usually found in one of those glass screened shoulder level offices and had a tremendous hooked nose which fascinated me.  Not so the goods on offer as I always thought of them as too cheap and nasty and everything at a penny or a halfpenny short of a round number: I never cared for Woolworths but thousands did!

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 Woolworths, with Abbey National which was the site of the UCP cafe

The UCP( translated “United Cattle Products” for foreigners..) across Hamnett Street and the Shaw Hall bus stop was a favourite haunt for an “illicit” plate of faggots and peas or a savoury duck.  It was always full and smelt wonderful.  All those cubicles where people met to eat and chatter and meet friends and family.

 You would  think I never got fed at home!

As I remember it, Hyde Market was held every Tuesday and Saturday.  The square was packed jam full of stalls and people and buses were off-loading at every street corner.  I am pleased to see that the elegant Tram Stops have been preserved and The Town Hall makes an excellent backdrop even now.   What no longer seem to exist are Meschias and Levaggi’s Ice Cream Kiosks where I would squander pocket money, always leaving some for the horehound candy in the Market Hall.  The smell of that candy filled the place.  Summer months would see me rushing home with dripping bags of wimberries(bilberries) for deep plate pies with custard!   

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Meschias Van on Hyde Market

Early teenage years would find me in Market Street gawping at the lovely new “rexine” record players at 15 guineas in Callers window – something I desperately wanted but was way beyond my income.  No so the suet puddings, gravy and chips at Ibbotsons CafĂ© which were always wonderful for a growing lad’s appetite.  Thence to Cooke Brothers for cheese off the slab and butter from the barrel and perhaps a swig of sasparilla or dandelion and burdock at the Herbalist’s fascinating premises.  I never cared for liquorice sticks but loved pink “kalai”(is that how it is spelt?) that came in spills of paper where a wet finger would enable me to lick the glorious taste.  When sweets came off ration I didn’t go mad for them.  I still don’t!

These days, you can eat or drink anything you want and the huge choice doesn’t excite me at all.   The times of shortages after the war made me really appreciate and enjoy absolutely anything that was on offer.  Hyde could offer plenty enough even in those hard times.   It was a wonderful place for me!

  Thanks so much for your wonderful memories, Roger.
  They are a delight to read ! :)

12 comments:

downsie21 said...

Thank you Roger, your accounts are first class and your memory takes me back to those bygone years.
Happy days, but people pass you in the street today and don't look you in the eye and can't even bother to reply when you give the day's greeting.

Susan Jaleel said...

Ibbotson's cafe - I'd forgotten about that. My favourite was the UCP though, as they served delicious braised liver! The bus fare in the 50s from the cemetery to the market was also 1d. I remember we were happy to walk down but preferred to get the bus back as it's a hell of a pull walking up that hill!

Many thanks again Roger for your memories - please can we have more?

ceecee said...

Once again- very enjoyable reading. Would make a great book.

jay johnson said...

I cannot tell you how much I have enjoyed reading your accounts. I am a Hyde girl born and bred. I wasn't born till 1948, but I remember many of the places you have spoken about. It would be so nice if you wrote an account and placed it in the archive at Ashton library. It is so informative. May I thank you from the family history buffs, it has given us so much. A truly magical walk through Hyde.

Trish said...

This is wonderful Roger, very entertaining and you made me laugh. You really should write a book you know, you have a real talent! Thanks Roger

Susan Jaleel said...

Why Ashton Library? Recent posts here have commented how everything seems to have gone to Ashton since 1974 or else, as Eric Downs remarked, it has gone to pot. As I've said before, and so many others also, Roger's memories would make a wonderful publication which, hopefully, would be available to purchase, or if it could be recorded as a document, its place of safe keeping is at Hyde surely.

jay johnson said...

How I agree with you that it should be kept in Hyde,but what would be wrong putting a copy in Ashton with all the other archival material. I know everything seems to be in Ashton library, at least it is in one focal point. The facilities keep the documents safe, and are there for everyone to enjoy. Don't get me wrong, I love Hyde as much as the next, but I would like to see our heritage preserved for future years and they have the facility to do it.

Jeff Sherwin said...

I was born at Portland street Ashton,We moves in 1939 to Victoria Street Dukinfield, Dad came home in 1945, we moved to Gee Cross. After National Service with the Cheshire Regiment I married a Hyde girl, We had two children before moving to Canada in 1967. I return every few years, always with a Grand child or two, I check the site daily and am grateful to everyone involved.

Anonymous said...

Our family lived at The Gardens (see this blog for history) and the nearest bus stop was Bennett St Bridge. My gran gave my dad (born 1923) a penny to keep in his pocket in case the weather turned bad as the bus fare from Flowery Field to Bennett Street was that same 1p so many of you to refer to. However you could go as far as the junction with Talbot Road for a penny so dad stayed on the bust to get his penny's worth and arrived home soaked. Children's economics :-)
Dave Davies

Jeff Sherwin said...

My brother Norman and I walked with our local shop keeper Mrs Goodwin from the Pancake at Hyde Junction to Sunday School at Flowery Field, One Summer Saturday she took us to a garden party there, I threw some bean bags into holes, just by luck I got a very high score, I watched for a long time but remained unbeaten. I ran home as fast as I could with two half crowns, mother was mad, thought I must have pinched them. it seemed like a lot of money.

Anonymous said...

Barry in Oz. A good read. It gewts me thinking though that we as kids had the best of it, unlike the kids today. As a lad in Newton I roamed far and wide, either by myself or with mates, up Matley Lane, Hyde Park, Duckinfield, Down Commercial Brow, no parental controls or worries, played out in the street until Mum called us in for Bed. Happy days. Now parents seem frightened to let their kids out to play.

Susan Jaleel said...

You're right, Barry, it was a different world in those days and kids were safe to wander. I think what summed it up for me was when, recently, I was out walking with my 11-year old granddaughter when a guy driving past stopped to ask for directions. I helped him and off he went. "Do you know that man" my granddaughter asked and when I said I didn't, her reply was: "Well, you shouldn't have been talking to him then." Bring back the good old times when there was trust and honesty and decency in the world.