HYDE ROAD CYCLING CLUB PICTURES

Today's post is from Margaret Ibbotson (nee Collins) and comes all the way from New Zealand, over to Margaret.

I am an ex-resident of Hyde, now living in New Zealand, while going through the Hyde Blog site I came across a photograph of someone who was in Hyde Roads C.C. (Wilf) at the same time as my brother, MICHAEL COLLINS.

I have several photos which my brother took during the 1950's while in the club. I would be interested to know if any of them are still around, probably all in their late 70's.

From Left: Brian Martin sitting, Wilf, Bill Hurd? Lady unknown.

Dimmingsdale Sept.1956

Lex, Far Left Background, Wilf  &  Bill Hurd

Brian Martin & Bill Hurd

From Left: Brian Martin, Bill Hurd & Michael Collins

From Left; Bill Hurd, Bob Stafford & Margaret C.

Wilf, Alton Towers Sept 1956

Bill Hurd Alton Towers Sept 1956

Bill Hurd 1950's

The original posting of Hyde Road C.C. can be found by using the search box top-right 

If you have any information, memories and photographs please leave a comment or send me an email.

UPDATED 28th May 2015

Bill Howarth Hyde R.C.

Bill Howarth  of the Hyde R. C.  One of the best riders of his time who is now 92 and has only recently stopped riding 

Bill's Son Neil Howarth 'Centre' Hyde Olympic 1974

Paul duckworth from Duckworth Cycles Hyde which is no longer there,  it's a small car park at the end of Water Street, across the way from B&Q

Bill's Son, Neil Howarth  'Centre' I.O.M. 1976

Stephen Wilkinson, Hyde & still winning races like he did last week.

Last but not least of this update, is a picture of the late, great, Graham Harrison known to his friends as 'Moggy'.  Seen here 'front-left riding for Viking.

My thanks to Neil Howarth for these pictures.

Poisoning At Godley

A Poisoning Mystery At Godley
From the book

OLD GODLEY

By Thomas Middleton 

Godley Hill was the scene of a brutal poisoning case during the 1840s, which resulted in the death of a man named Brook.  This man and his sons were coal miners, and lived in a small house on Godley Hill.  Brook’s wife became intimate with a pedlar, and some time after the commencement of this intimacy Brook died suddenly.  Then the widow married the pedlar, and the two lived very unhappily for several years.   At length the pedlar went to Chief Constable Little, of Hyde, and made a confession.  He stated that Brooks’s death was the result of poison, and that he (the pedlar) had purchased arsenic from a druggist in Stalybridge; that Mrs. Brook administered the poison to her husband by mixing it with a pudding which he ate, and that a piece of the pudding which was left was afterwards thrown away, and eaten by some hens belonging to Israel Stott, who at that time kept the Olive Tree Inn – the hens all dying from the effects of poison.  Brooks body was exhumed, and an inquiry instituted.  Mr. Lancashire, the coffin maker, testified that the coffin exhumed was the one which he had buried Brooks; Israel Stott testified to the loss of his poultry; a potion of Brook’s stomach was given to Dr. Alcock, of Hyde, and another potion to Prof. Calvert, Analytical Chemist, of Manchester, and both these gentlemen testified that the stomach contained arsenic.  The evidence against the pedlar and his wife seemed condemning, but at trial both prisoners were acquitted on a point of law as to the testimony of the husband against the wife, and the wife against the husband.   The public however, were convinced of their guilt. There was a ballad composed concerning the above tragedy, which runs as follows:

Oh, give attention, both young and old,

To these few verses which I unfold,

It’s of a murder, as you know,

Which was committed six years ago.

The neighbours all do remember still

That one J. Brooks lived on Godley Hill

For many years free from pain and strife,

Till he was poisoned by his own wife.

This wretched women, you’ll understand,

Kept company with another man;

Her faithful husband she did betray,

And cruelly took his life away.

How could she harbour it in her mind

to slay a husband so good and kind?

He was respected by each degree,

And laboured hard in a colliery.

‘Twas Satan tempted his wretched wife.

With deadly poison to take his life,

Of which she gave him, good people all,

But no suspicion on her did fall.

Poor Brooks was buried, you’ll understand,

And she got wed to this other man;

Robert Thornley is his name,

And he assisted her in the same.

They had been parted a year or more,

His guilty conscience being wounded sore

By night or day he could find no rest,

So to the murder he now confessed.

Then she was taken and brought to Hyde,

The dreadful murder she has denied,

But Thornley has confessed the whole

And God above knows her guilty soul.

In Mottram Churchyard, as I have heard,

His moldered body was disinterred,

The stomach carefully was analysed,

At which result you will be surprised.

The poison found by the medical men,

As much, they say, as would poison ten;

What a wretched partner must she be

To slay the father of her family.

They’re both committed, in woe and wail,

For wilful murder to Chester Jail,

To stand their trial for the horrid deed

Which causes their wicked hearts to bleed.

Hedge Laying At Pole Bank

My thanks once again to David Barlow and The Friends Of Pole Bank Hall for this video showing some of The Friends having a lesson in Hedge Laying.