Watching the unthinkable ……………….. Manchester 1960

Now, as unhistorical as it is, sometimes you have to speculate on the origins of an unknown picture.

In the case of this one, the information is limited to the date it was taken which was 1960.

Other than that, it is pretty much a mystery.

I don’t know where this group of people were, or what caught their interest.

Suffice to say, it is evening judging by the overcoats, a night in the cooler months of the year.

There are two shots of the group, but no caption, and so we are left wondering.

That said in the same batch, there are a series of pictures of what looks to be a staged rescue of an injured man from a tall building, along with a few of men in uniform.

And that takes us closer to a possible explanation, because in 1960 we were in the middle of the Cold War, which was that stand off between the Soviet Union and the USA, made more deadly because both sides were engaged in arms race, which included the development of bigger and more powerful  nuclear war heads along with the delivery systems.

Added to which both sides were engaged in proxy wars, across the world, any one of which had the potential to drag the two superpowers and their allies into a nuclear confrontation.

Just eleven years earlier there had been the Berlin Blockade, followed by the formation of NATO and later the Warsaw Pact, while in 1961 tensions were further exacerbated by the construction of the Berlin War, and a year later the Cuban Missile Crisis threatened to plunge the world into a nuclear war.

All of which brings me to the conclusion that our group of people are watching a Civil Defence exercise.

The Civil Defence Corps, had been established in 1949 and was a civilian volunteer organisation whose purpose was to mobilise and take local control of an affected area in the aftermath of a major national emergency, which for most people was an attack by the Soviet Union using nuclear weapons. 

There were the obvious links to how Britain had prepared and coped during the Second World War, when many of our cities, and towns came under regular bombardment by the Germans.

And looking at the faces of the men in Civil Defence uniforms, some well have served in the Home Guard, the Auxiliary Fire Service or as Air Raid Precaution Wardens, while others may been in the armed forces.

I was ten in 1960 and much of this passed over me. B

But I do remember the short television films that showed RAF bombers taking off in under four minutes with their nuclear payload , which those of my age and older will instantly recall chimed in with the “Four Minute Warning” which was the accepted duration of the time between detecting an incoming Soviet strike and its arrival.

All of which brings me to those two counter approaches to the unthinkable.  

On one hand there was the Government line reflected in this Civil Defence poster, and on the other the comic response of Beyond the Fringe which pointed out that when Britain  receives the four minutes warning of any impending nuclear attack. Some people have said, "Oh my goodness me — four minutes? — that is not a very long time!" Well, I would remind those doubters that some people in this great country of ours can run a mile in four minutes”.

All of which might not have been lost on the people watching the Civil Defence exercise on the streets of Manchester in 1960.

Location; Manchester, 1960

Picture; Civil Defence, Manchester, 1960, 1960-3179-1, -3179-51960-3179.8, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass and a civil defence poster produced in 1957 by the Central Office of Information (INF 2/122)Civil Defence is Common Sense, National Archives, https://www.nationalarchives.gov.uk/education/resources/fifties-britain/civil-defence-common-sense/

When flooding stopped the trains

It might seem a last exhausted stab at stories about Chorlton and flooding but this one is interesting and set me off on one of those little historical adventures.

The picture is undated and could be anytime in the 20th century.

There are newspaper reports of flooding on the line in 1926 and 1954 and I rather think it might be the latter, given the style of the clothes of people on the platform, but I might be wrong.

But after “a day of heavy rains in the North West, the red (flooding imminent) signal was given” in the early hours of January 21st 1954* and from Salford along to Didsbury “the river was rolling into the densely populated area of Meadow Road” in Salford and shortly after 2 a.m. the Mersey was said to be pouring over its banks into large parts of the Didsbury and Northenden areas.”

And here we had “one of the most serious cases of flooding in the Manchester area,” as "Chorlton Brook overflowed in the late afternoon over the railway lines.  

The flood waters were thirty inches deep below the platforms and made the station impassable ....... an official at the station said  late last night that the water had started to rise shortly after the rush hour, until it became so deep that there was a danger of it reaching the fire boxes on the trains.”

So there you have, not I suspect the last flood story but enough for now.

Picture; from the Lloyd collection, extract from the Manchester Guardian January 21st 1954

*Manchester Guardian January 21st 1954

To keep or throw away things ..... that tell a story

It’s one of those fault lines running through our house.  

I have a tendency to collect which if truth be known is just hoarding and there are others who relentlessly declutter.  It is that age old dilemma of which pieces of paper to keep to throw away?  Now I know it is easier now with paperless bills and emails but it remains a problem for me.

Not only do I have the entire collection of Beano’s from 1985 to 97, assorted runs of Look and Learn but during the 90s I went back and began buying whole volumes of the Eagle comic, which I first read in 1957.
More importantly there are the family documents, nothing I grant you as grand as a signed letter from minor royalty or the plans drawn up by Capability Brown for a new garden estate.  Ours are more down to earth.

They include wartime letters faded photographs and quite a few negatives which I reckon haven’t seen daylight for over 80 years and lots more.  Earlier I wrote about the family identity cards and today I want to share a medical certificate which I guess my father had to possess so that he could carry on working.

It is the International Certificate of Vaccination or Revaccination against small pox issued by the Ministry of Health.  Now I haven’t found out yet which European countries required it but as dad worked across Western Europe it could have been any one of many.  Or it may just have been that because of the outbreak of smallpox here in Britain in 1962 our neighbours naturally enough wanted to be sure he was free of the disease.

And smallpox was still a killer.  Today through the efforts of the World Health Organisation it has been eliminated, but in the early 20th century stretching back into time it was both feared and dreaded.  At best it could leave an infected person terribly disfigured and of course often proved fatal.

Now I remember the 1962 outbreak only because were vaccinated as were thousands of children across the country. Now like all these things there is a blog devoted to the outbreak http://smallpox1962.wordpress.com so I’ll let you go there to get the full story.

But had Dad not kept the certificate and had I in turn not stored it away there would be no record of the impact on the disease on my family.

Not perhaps great page turning history, but history.

Pictures; Certificate of vaccination, 1962, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Trafford Bar to East Didsbury by tram with a heap of history ……

As promised the first of our series on the History of Greater Manchester by Tram is in the book shops today.

A cornucopia of stories, 2024

It is one of those original ways of telling stories of Greater Manchester and fits in with that slightly quirky way that me and Peter Topping have brought you  the history of where we live.

So back to the new book.

The idea of telling the story of Greater Manchester by using the tram network has a lot going for it.

You can catch a tram from the city centre and go south, east,  north, and west and along the way each of the 99 stops will have a story to tell, and being the tram you can just jump off, explore this little pocket of history and move on. Or skip to the end destinations and discover interesting historical things about Didsbury, Ashton-Under-Lyne, Rochdale, Oldham, Salford and bits of Trafford, Altrincham and Bury.

Tram People, 2018

And this is the new project Peter and I have chosen for a series of new books.

Each book will wander along the network, taking in nine stops or so at a time, with original paintings by Peter, old photographs, and stories by me. 

The first book follows the line that takes you south to East Didsbury, taking in Trafford Bar, Firswood, Chorlton, St Werburghs, Withington, Burton Road, West Didsbury, Didsbury Village and ending at East Didsbury.

It is the novel and fun way to learn about the past.

The book along with the other thirteen we have written together are available from Chorlton Bookshop, and from us at www.pubbooks.co.uk

South  to Didsbury, 2013

Pictures, a cornucopia of stories, 2024, Tram People, 2018, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Painting; south  to Didsbury,© Peter Topping 2013 www.paintingsfrompictures.co.uk 

*A new book on the History Greater Manchester by Tram, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/search/label/A%20new%20book%20on%20the%20History%20of%20Greater%20Manchester%20by%20Tram

On the High Street in 1873

I have moved a little south from Well Hall and am wandering the High Street sometime in 1873.

It is a scene we will return to in detail later.

For now what strikes you perhaps more than anything is the absence of Well Hall Road which today runs down from the High Street past the church and off in a straight line down to Well Hall.  This was to be cut much later.

In the 1870s this spot would have been dominated by  St John’s to the west and opposite the vicarage, while beyond this point heading east would have been a collection of fine houses, not so fine houses  and the smithy and National School.

Picture; the High Street from the OS map of Kent, sheet 08, 1858-73, First Edition

A will ……. the Eltham Hutments and a soldier of the Great War

There are always stories, and some are more unexpected than others.

Well Hall Road and the hutments circa 1920

This one concerns a will, the Eltham Hutments and a soldier of the Great War.

Now as someone who had grown up in the Progress Estate I was well aware of its connection with the Royal Arsenal and the Great War, but didn’t know that there had been a whole set of “Hutments” constructed at the same time.

They were more temporary and all had gone before we settled in 294 Well Hall, so it was a revelation when I firs came across them and more so when I discovered a connection between them and George Davison, from Manchester who served in the Royal Artillery and was stationed in Woolwich.**

The Will, 1918

In the March of 1918 he made his will shortly before embarking for the Western Front.

It was witnessed by H M Drinkhall and V L Dade, and was hand written in a single sheet of note paper and is simple and the point. “This is the last will and testament of me George Gurnel Davison of Birch Vale Cottage, Romily, Cheshire.

I give devise and bequeath to my dear wife Mary Ellen all my property whatsoever and wheresoever and I appoint her sole Executor of this my will.”

By the time he made the will he had served with the Royal Artillery for four years and spent time in London and Ireland but now with the German offensive in full swing he was about to go to France, and as we know would be killed just three months later.

In one of his letters to his wife he had mentioned the Drinkhall family and how they were looking forward to her coming back to stay.

And that set me off looking for them, and in that I was helped by my friend Tricia, who located them to one of the hutments on what is now the site of the old Well Hall Odeon, which is just a few minutes walk from our old house.

That hutment will be one of those near the top of our picture, and takes me off on a number of different directions.

Detail of the hutments, circa 1920

In time Tricia and I will go looking for more on the Drinkhall’s, but for now I like the idea that someone I was writing about in connection with a book should have spent time just yards from where I lived.***

But it also points to an interesting aspect of the war, which was that Mrs. Davison visited her husband while he was stationed around the country.

As well as staying with the Drinkhall’s, she spent time in Ireland, where the one surviving photograph of the couple and their son was taken in 1916.

I have no idea if this was a common practice but given the restrictions of train travel and the cost of such journey’s it should be a fascinating area of study.

The Davison family, 1916

For now, I shall just gaze on Tricia’s picture with renewed interest.

Location; Eltham, London


Pictures, Will, 1918, of George Davison and the Davison family, 1916, from the collection of David Harrop, and picture postcard of Well Hall Road, date unknown courtesy of Tricia Leslie

* The Eltham Hutments by John Kennett, 1985 The Eltham Society, http://www.theelthamsociety.org.uk/

**George Davison, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/search/label/George%20Davison

***A new book on Manchester and the Great War, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.com/search/label/A%20new%20book%20on%20Manchester%20and%20the%20Great%20War

Walking our forgotten railway line

I continue to be a fan of “near history” which many traditionalists would rubbish as not history at all.  

After all so the argument goes how can you call any event which is only 20 years old history?

The passage of time is too short to call up all the many ways that the event has impacted on us and so no true perspective is possible.  All of which is true, but I shall proceed anyway.

Here is a selection of pictures taken by Andy Robertson who took a stroll down our disused railway line in February 1993. 

Chorlton-cum-Hardy station closed in 1969* after serving the community for 89 years and while freight trains continued to use the line for another twenty years, finally in 1989 the tracks were lifted and that pretty much was that.

A little of what it had once been are still visible from the signalling lights to the old platform.

And this again is why these pictures of our near history are so fascinating because I have never realized that the platforms were so far down the track.

Ah I hear you mumble get a life, but it is that little bit of detail that I like.  After all few of us will have used the old station, and it is 44 years since the last train set off for the city centre which means that anyone who travelled the line will have to pull out memories which are over 50 years in the past.

All of which is an appropriate moment to mention Disused Stations Site Record by Paul Wright & Bevan Price http://www.disused-stations.org.uk/c/chorlton_cum_hardy/index.shtml It is a wonderful record of the stations and railway lines around Manchester which have long since vanished.

Some, like our own line have been pressed back into service and now provide a quick and comfortable way of getting into the heart of the city.

I have to confess that every time I travel on the tram I get a little sense of history which may be romantic tosh but still brings me just a tad closer to the past that I often write about.

And also neatly returns me to Andy’s pictures which nicely span the time between the closure of the station in 1969 and the opening of the Metro link in 2011.

* http://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Chorlton%20railways

Pictures; from the collection of Andy Robertson