MEMORIES OF GROWING UP IN HYDE 1953 – 1962 Part 9

By Roger Chadwick

The school week at William Hulme’s G.S. was six whole days, there being lesons on Wednesday and Saturday mornings and compulsory sport until 4.00.p.m. on both afternoons.  Drama and School Cadets added yet more hours to the schoolday and at busy times I would do homework in Manchester Central Library getting home around 9.30.p.m. only to be off again at 7.30.a.m. in the morning.   Half term consisted of a Friday and a Monday tacked onto a weekend but the school holidays were longer.   These factors meant that my time in and around Hyde was becoming increasingly sparse! In those days, Sunday truly was a day of rest with shops closed, bus services curtailed and nowt to do unless you were involved in a church.

Just after my 15^th birthday, with the expenses of adolescence rising, some money had to be raised.   In the summer of 1954, I started labouring at Ashton Brothers Bayleyfield Mill, hauling tubs of cotton bobbins to Italian lasses, (many of whom had already done 8 hrs in the Pan Yan Pickle factory in Glossop) in what was then called the Pirning room and then sorting boxes of cotton in the cavernous damp cellars.  Weekday work began at 7.30.a.m. and finished at 5.30.p.m with 20 minutes for breakfast and 60 minutes for lunch.  Saturdays began at the same time and work finished at 12.30.p.m.  I was not allowed in the weaving shed because that was for skilled workers and overlookers only and I was very glad not to be in that infernal noisy place: nor was I allowed in cotton waste where men worked in cotton overalls and “plimsolls”.  One spark in that department and the whole mill would have gone up like bomb!   My first wage amounted to £6.8.10d (£6.44p) – a phenomenal wage at that time for labouring when teachers and other professions were  getting much less.  It was hard work with long hours but good money and I loved the smell and atmosphere, the views of Werneth Low from five floors up, the coarse cackle and vulgarity of the women in the cop cellar, the hot juice of lunchtime meat pies and endless tea from the steel urns provided.  We have an old cotton bobbin in the kitchen which is converted to an egg timer.  It still stinks of the mills….lovely!

Redferns Rubberworks

Sadly, the days of Lancashire cotton were numbered and I had to find other work in the summers that followed.  I biked to Harden’s Engineering, North’s Atomic Clothing, Redfern’s Rubber Works, Oldham Batteries, Daniel  Adamson’s and a host of other industrial concerns but the message was always the same , “no vacancies for unskilled work…nothing part time….etc.”  1955 saw me cutting malt loaves and sorting hot white loaves and milk buns in the Bread Factory on the road from Denton to Brinnington.  The following year  I was clipping and weeding graves for six weeks in Denton cemetery.  There I was a dab hand with the weedkiller and did untold damage through ignorance rather than malice.  I started learning the art of gravedigging!  But the money was poor compared with Ashton Brothers.

Whenever I see pictures of St Stephen’s Church,  Floweryfield, I am reminded of an intensely sad time.

Coming home from holiday work in July 1956, I was told of the sudden death of a school friend, David Oldham.  He had died of an unsuspected brain tumour.  His father was the Organist of St Stephen’s and the family were closely connected with that church.  It was my first experience of death and along with Pete Broughton and Barry Broadhurst(the son of George Broadhurst the painter and decorator),  we bore David into church for the funeral service.   His parents were much comforted by what we did but I am sure it was a case of “put a brave face on…”.  David was an only one, like most of us in those years.

Some three weeks after this sad event I came home from work and found the family gathered in the back room.  Straightaway I knew there was something up. “Where’s mi father….” I asked… only to be told that he had died on the 125 bus coming home from work.   I had to attend Platt Lane Police Station in  Manchester that night so we were glad of evening buses!   My father had to be identified and my mother couldn’t do it.  “Are you Roger Chadwick, the son of Harry Chadwick?....is this your Father?   Having answered the questions, the paperwork had to be done and I could not say that the police sergeant was sympathetic.  But then, he had to do his job and cards and sympathy and teddy bears were light years away.  This was the first time I had seen a dead body.   But my Vicar was brilliant and gave my atheist father a wonderful funeral!  

“These things happen”….is a truism even if it doesn’t help much.  The fact of the matter was that my mother had to go to work and had to manage to keep us on her wages and the £4 widow’s pension.   It was now even more important that I get work to support the family.  But this was not going to be easy as it was the time of a mini recession and temporary work became even more difficult to find from 1956 onwards! 

I would like to thank Roger once again for sharing his wonderful memories with us !
They are a pleasure to read. :)

View from King Edward Road

 The following was sent in to us via email by Susan J .. It's a wonderful view !

Over to Susan...

"The photo was taken by me in, I would guess 1993-ish, from King Edward Road next to the Labour Club.  I love the view here of the rise up to the Werneth, then Treacle Brow and to Holy Trinity Church at the top.  Also interesting is the height of the wall from behind Arch Joinery up to Stockport Road.  In my young days this site was occupied by Moore's who I think were leather dressers or something like that.  I know it also as Whittaker's Whim. .. "




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Great photograph, Susan.
Thanks for sending it to us :)

Memories of Walls

 Below are a couple of photographs and a great account of working for The Walls Meat Company by Ken Charles...

 Over to Ken....

 

"Hi

I worked for T. Walls Meat & Handy Foods (changed name to The Walls Meat Company) for 11 years from 1968 to 1979 on van sales in Cheltenham

We had five vans parking at Walls Ice Cream Factory and three in Worcester

I had some great memories .

I was taking £1,100 per week in sales of just sausages and pies.

The company were slaughtering 40000 pigs a week  !!

 

We were supplied with  a trilby hat, overalls, ties, and shirts. We also had van boys who had blue and white striped overalls.  We were the envy of our competitors.

No refrigeration in the vans we used to get dry ice from the ice cream cold store in the summer to put over the stock we had left and the company supplied a blanket to go on top.

I have attached a couple of photos of the van we had just had a new van with refrigeration the one where you can see the back of the van was one without refrigeration

I also have a model of one of the first T Ford sales vans yellow top blue bottom, advert Eat Well- Eat Walls

 

We used to in the early days have a conference every year in London with an over night stay..

One funny story we used to have auditors who would come and audit you stock some times over night .

The one auditor (I remember his name)left his weighing scales and when we all came back at night he had a bit of the scales in each hand and wanted to know who had run over it with the van .

No one saw that.

 

I have many more great memories."

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks so much, Ken. :)

Please send us a picture of the "Eat Well - Eat Walls" van if possible !

 

1950's Industrial Hyde

Here is a great panorama of 1950's industrial Hyde. 

The shot was taken from the top of James North factory. Below it, in the foreground, is part of James North itself including the two chimneys to the middle of the picture and the long building with lots of windows which was the Douglas Street part of the factory and stood on Queen Street. To the left of this is the "Rec" playing fields which was also on Douglas Street/Mona Street and to the right is the reservoir which stood on Queen Street. The Town Hall can be seen  towards top left of the photo.
 
My Nan's house stood next to the two chimneys and although it looks grim it was a great place to grow up in - our playground was Norths factory yard! Heaven to us as kids !




 I love this picture. It reminds me of a Trevor Grimshaw painting.


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View across Baron Road Fields.

This shows the view looking down Baron Road Fields towards Hyde Chapel.

The factory in the foreground has now been demolished and the houses on Orchard Rise stand in it's place..It was originally named  "Nether Hey" Works according to the old maps of 1910.

Thanks to Jack and Doreen Morris for the great photo !

The Gardens, Hyde Junction

We are delighted to show this article on here which was sent in to us by Dave Davis and hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did!

Thanks very Much, Dave - A very interesting piece, indeed!




A History Of The Gardens, Hyde Junction

By David Davies, former tenant.

I had the great privilege of spending the first five and most formative years of my life at The Gardens.  My world until the age of 5 was small, secure and enclosed.  The length of four houses and the same width.  The width measured by a roughly paved access road and on the opposite side the gardens to the houses.  It was named The Gardens.  The way in from the south being via a steep cobbled path or ‘brew’.  The steepness emphasised by the name the local postman gave to the house ‘kiss arse gardens’.  The way out to the north was through factory gates, the houses at one time being tied to Beeley’s Iron Works.  By the 50’s it had become Rhodes Oven Works, security had been less well kept and the houses, though’ still belonging to the factory no longer tied.  My granddad, at the top house was a wagon driver for Rhodes and ‘nanny’ Doris the cleaner.  Great granddad Ned (Papa) at the bottom house had been the night watchman until he retired.  This role being taken on by granddad George when the long distances became too much.

The first house as you came up the brew was the most modern and the biggest a red brick house, Number2.  Despite it being the most recent it still only had an outside lav and no bath.  Hot water was provided via a large set boiler in the back kitchen.  When I was born Ned and Mary Anne Higgins lived there (Papa and Papa’s nan).  Ours was the next house, number 1! A tiny two up two down with back kitchen, the walls were rendered with cement.  Outside lav about ten yards form the door and adjacent to the outhouses for number 2.  The out houses, sheds, midden and lavs formed one block.  The lavatory was a broad board seat on a brick stanchion with a large galvanised bucket to collect the cess.  This could be removed from a small door at the side of the privy and once a week a corporation cart would come to take the contents away.  It was freezing out there in winter so one did not linger and up to a certain age the ‘po’ could be used and emptied out in daylight.  No toilet rolls, squares of newspaper, punched and hung from a string.

The living room to numbers one and two had an old-fashioned iron range fireplace with a selection of trivets and an oven.  The oven was no longer suitable for cooking it having been superseded by a gas oven but it was a handy place for drying washing and warming clothes and bedding.   Off that we had small dining room heated by a gas fire and beyond that the kitchen, simply equipped with the oven, a gas boiler and mangle for washing and the brown slop stone sink.  The window above the sink looked out over a small makeshift garden onto the privy wall.  I think the opposite wall had a back door but I do not remember using it.  I think it led into Grandma Beswick’s back yard.  She lived in the adjoining house, number 3 and the reason for a door into a neighbour’s yard was that at one time this had been one house. During its history this property had been an Inn.

About 1850 a large coaching inn was added and built in such a way as to extend the house already standing in that the front bedroom now extended into the new property.

Two double bedrooms had fireplaces that were no longer serviceable so in the worst of the weather the chill was taken off them by a “Beatrice” paraffin heater placed at the top of the stairs.

The security was nothing to do with gates and cul-de-sacs.  The boundaries were never really defined except that within the square that was the Gardens we had complete freedom to roam and visit any of the houses as they were all occupied by our extended family.

This family connection started in 1885 when another house was built and the first occupant was my great great grandfather Thomas Higgins.  There would be Higgins’s at The Gardens until the houses were condemned in 1956 due to the lack of inside toilets and baths.

Early beginnings, gardens and the inn

The start of the oral history of the gardens comes from one George Eaton of Atlanta, Georgia, USA.  In the year that Dukinfield was given its Charter of Incorporation Eaton was prompted to record his living memories.  He sent them to the Ashton Reporter   and it was published in four parts between May and June of 1900.

The opening explanation from The Reporter is as follows:

A long manuscript has been handed to us by the gentleman in Dukinfield to whom it has been addressed, the writer having desired that the reminiscences contained in it should be published in the Reporter. It was not originally intended for publication. It was merely written as an easy pastime at idle moments when he was in the humour, and given in the form of a letter to his friend. We give the first portion this week, and other parts will follow in due course: —

Exposition Mills, Atlanta, G.A., U.S.A.

George Eaton recalls – “About where the top end part of Beeley’s boiler works stand there was over sixty years ago a small boilermaking works, and at the top end of the works a house stood close to the works; close by the end of the house was a footpath to the top of the bank, and that ran past that small apology of a pleasure garden to Bennet-lane. In the year 1837 old Johnson Brook-road, with its banks and braes, and trees, brook, and dingle, was a true type of an English country lane. From those houses in Newton Wood the nearest houses would be one near to the workshops of the company and near to the canal, the house near the boiler works, two old houses at the top end of the lane, but as they stood on the other side of the brook they were in Newton, and not a long distance from the Cotton Tree Inn.”

With grateful acknowledgement to Ian Rhodes who published this in his “Rhodes Family History” http://www.rhodesfamily.org.uk/

You will see from the map below dated 1873 that the gardens are still intact.

The Census records give further information.  In the 1841 Census there is a house listed off Johnson Brook Road as Newton Wood and the occupants are an agricultural labourer and his family, Moses Tunnacliffe.

The 1851 Census list an address “Foundry Brow” off Johnson Brook which could well be The Gardens.

The first clear record in the census is of a Botanical Gardens on the 1861 census listing William Hinchcliffe, Inn Keeper as living there (RG9/2992) along with his wife Elizabeth and children, Lavinia, Robert, Martha and Elizabeth. On the 1851 Census Hinchcliffe is listed as a tailor living on Muslin Street (Talbot Road).

By 1871 there is no record of The Botanical Gardens but there is a Publican, Joseph Oldham at Johnson Brook.

It is possible that this was part of the Newton Hall estate which was cut off from the main estate with the building of the Manchester Sheffield railway in 1841.  This might explain why in 1841 the houses are occupied by an agricultural worker, by 1851 a coal miner and as the work of the railway progresses, taking a branch of the Manchester – Sheffield railway from Hyde Junction into the centre of Hyde by 1858 then becomes an Inn.

Until 1867 there was a small workshop and foundry on Johnson Brook Road owned by a man named Rains.  Thomas Beeley, a former employee of the local boilermaker’s Daniel Adamson, took this over on 1 May 1867.  Beeley slowly acquired all the land from Johnson Brook Road to the Manchester – Sheffield Railway line developing the factory, brick yard, kilns and taking on the Inn and developing it into houses for his workers.

The 1881 census now records the houses as Beeley’s Houses and at number one resides Wright Arnfield, Grocer, along with his wife Ellen and children William, Hannah, Joseph and John.  There is now another house 2 Beeley’s Gardens and William Wright, night watchman lives there with his wife Jane and children Henry, Elizabeth and Mary.

By 1886 the area had been surveyed again and you will now see that the old inn has been divided, a yard marked out by a brick wall and the stables built on.  The new house, Number 2 is now shown on the map.

The actual gardens have now disappeared, the factory extended and the chimney and a crane erected on land formerly taken up by gardens.

The 1891 census now list the address as Hyde Junction Gardens and the occupants are at number one William Bains, (Ancestry.com lists him as William Davids – a misreading) his wife Harriett and nephews George Morton and John Sedery.

Thomas and Mary Higgins are now at number two with their children Elizabeth Ann, William Edwin, Sarah Jane, Thomas, Alice Higgins now Corfield and John Bailey, lodger. This was the start of a dynasty that would occupy and enjoy The Gardens until they were condemned in 1957 and finally demolished in 1968.

At number 3 is Wright Arnfield, Coachman with his wife Ellen, son William, also a coachman and other children Annie, Joseph, John, Tom and Elizabeth E.

By 1901 Thomas Higgins, his son Thomas and Alice and John Corfield and family are at number 2, William and Helen Noble and children William, Alice and Annie are at number 3 and at number 1 we have Wright Rowbotham, carter, his wife Elizabeth and children George, Lily Ann and Florence S.

Doris Higgins, my grandmother, was born at 2 The Gardens in 1899. Doris Married George Davies from Sandbach and they lived at the gardens until the houses were condemned.

The numbering was strange.  The picture below shows the factory after it had been extended and the boiler house added.  The larger house to the left of the chimney which is pebble dashed was the former Botanical Gardens.  This was divided when the detached red-brick house was added.  The red brick was number 2, the smaller part of the pebble dashed building number 1 and the larger part number 3.  Some years later the smaller part was again sub-divided leaving the numbering as:- Detached red brick number 2; first cottage number 1; second cottage number 3 and the larger part of the pebble dashed building number 4.  The dividing left rooms of odd proportions as number 3 had a very long bedroom at the front which went over the alleyway and into number 4.

The oil painting below shows the entrance to number 1 now by the side of the house.  The window above the front door of the house on the right belongs to the cottage coloured yellow.

Access to The Gardens was from Johnson Brook Road via a steep, narrow cobbled path or “brew”, walled in at either side.  The gradient was recorded by the local postman in the 1940’s who dubbed it “kiss arse gardens” in that one had to walk single file and the hill was so steep that this defined the relationship between the person behind and the one in front.

Access from Bennett Street was a path across the field, roughly following the line of the railway.  In the 1940’s, William Edwin ‘Ned’ Higgins single-handedly built a brick road some 220 metres long by 3 metres wide to connect The Gardens with the start of Carter Street.  It was robust enough to carry the lorries delivering bricks and machinery to Beeley’s.

The Gardens are just visible in this aerial photo from Tameside Archives, top centre.

During the first 50 years of the twentieth century The Gardens would be tenanted by

Thomas and Mary Higgins (nee Bennett) and family.

William Edwin and Mary Ann (nee Dixon) Higgins and family.

Sam and Dorothy Beckett, long time leaders with Rosemount Chapel.

The Winterbottoms, the Beswicks.

Albert and May Ryder

Arnold and Mary Davies (nee Leah)

Alan and Kathleen Davies (nee Lowe)

Sid and May Booth

After Beeley’s the factory was Rhodes’s Oven Works then George Corner and Son.  It has now been split into industrial units.

All that is left now (2008) is the brick wall that was built for extra security for the factory when the houses were vacated in 1957 and the back wall of the former number 2.

This wall can be seen on the Google earth image just in front of the single white car.

The postcode for the factory is SK14 4RB