Tuesday, 29 December 2015

Registers and what can be found therein

One of the enjoyable parts of genealogy is when you find something that helps you connect on a personal level with your ancestors. Today I had such an experience. Whilst going through the four generations of Amos' who will feature in my family history book, I discovered a scan of the Stretford Marriage register which has the entry for Amos BANNISTER (1730-1796) and Catherine ROBINSON. Not only did this help me pin down a more exact date for their wedding, but it lists the dates when their marriage banns were read and has details about Catherine's origins which will help me push back a little further on that line. Oh, and there's a little bonus too...

Looking at the entries on the page it is appears that each entry was signed by different people and the handwriting is quite distinct for each signature. So it is unlikely that this is a transcription of an original document, but a scan of the original register itself. That makes it quite probable that I am looking at Amos BANNISTER's actual handwriting. I never thought I would be looking at the signature of my great-great-great-great-great-grandfather from 1757 - it just makes this project all the more personal and relevant somehow.

Monday, 7 December 2015

Family Reunion Book thoughts

I have decided to compile a short book for our family reunion next year. The subject of he book will be the four generations of my ancestors who lived in Stretford, beginning with Amos BANNISTER who was the first to move to Stretford and ending in George Amos BANNISTER who came to Australia. Their lives, from the birth of Amos to the death of George Amos spanned a total of 152 years and I have most of the relevant vital documents plus a large number of other supporting documents with which to build a story.

As a first step I have started re-verifying my research for these people, double-checking my sources, making sure I have proper citations and checking that I have not missed anything. The next step will be to create a timeline for each person and to scour the newspaper archives for any relevant articles which might be included. Then I can start writing the stories.

Once I have the book written, I will need to find somewhere to get it printed. I could go for the "cheap and nasty" route of simply photocopying it and using a comb binder, but maybe there are some self-publishing/print-on-demand options that might be more appropriate? So I guess I should start looking at the available services and start trying to compare prices. Does anyone have any experience with self publishing?

Sunday, 29 November 2015

Family reunion idea: Family history book - take 2

Okay, after some thought I think I have come up with a good approach. The working title for the book is The Footsteps of Amos: From Stretford to Melbourne and it will cover the period from when the first Bannister moved to Stretford up until when my great-great-grandfather, George Amos BANNISTER emigrated to Australia. I will include events up to and including his death, but no further. This will tell an interesting story of the "Stretford years" and should allay some fears that had previously been expressed by some family members over their privacy. Time permitting I will try to produce a couple of smallish pamphlets covering some of the more interesting stories from the Melbourne clan as I have a lot of newspaper articles from Melbourne newspapers in the late 1800s and early 1900s which I would love to share. I will also attempt to produce a chart showing George Amos' descendants, but with no dates - I think it would be good to know where we all fit into the tree and what our relationships to each other are.

Friday, 27 November 2015

Family reunion idea: Family history book

I am looking for ideas for our family reunion next year and one idea I would like to explore is creating a family history book. I have traced the Bannister line back to the early 1700s in Cheshire and Lancashire in England. In the course of my research I have uncovered a number of interesting stories and anecdotes about our ancestors and their families. If I were to start with the earliest researched ancestor and produce a family group chart for each generation, I could then intersperse the family groups with relevant stories. While I don't have any photographs of any of my English ancestors I do have a large number of parish registers, newspaper articles, wills and other documents that I could include.

To help make things more relevant to the attendees at the reunion, I could include all descendants of my great-great-grandfather, George Amos BANNISTER, who was the first of "our" Bannisters to come to Australia. With luck we will have most of George Amos' descendants at the reunion, so I a, sure there would be some interest in such a book...

However... I don't think I would be able to produce a complete descendant chart in the time available, so I may have to make a decision on a cut-off point. Perhaps up to and including my grandfather's siblings would be good enough? I will have to give some thought to just how far up and down the tree I go with this book...

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Returning to action...

Sometimes life throws you a curveball, sometimes it throws several. I have been absent from here for too long but now it is time to make a return to my genealogical efforts. In a nutshell, I stopped updating this blog some months ago due to a series of family issues and a(n as yet unresolved) health issue. My mother moved house and is now five minutes away as opposed to being seven hours away. This coincided with a visit from my sister who lives on the other side of the country and, well, this blog got pushed aside while I reconnected with my family. At around the same time I received some troublesome results from a blood test and my health became my number one priority. Then I guess I hit a brick-wall - not a genealogical brick-wall, more a motivational one. 8^/

Anyhow, family matters have settled down somewhat and while my health is still a bit of an issue I am starting to get back into the swing of things. Of course it doesn't hurt that I now have a new project to keep me interested. I am currently planning (with my father) a Bannister family reunion which will be held in March next year. We are inviting our immediate family, and all the cousins, aunts and uncles we can contact. We expect about 50 or 60 people to turn up and I am really looking forward to catching up with everyone.

We have come up with a few ideas for things to do at the reunion:

  • A family reunion guest book: Dad wants everyone to sign a guest book, which is a good idea, but I think we can make it better with a little effort. Instead of an actual guest book, I will print out some template pages with spaces for names, signatures and a short message. Then I want to photograph everyone who attends. After the reunion I plan to scan in all the signed sheets and paste in the photos, as well as a small family tree (parents, spouse + children where appropriate) and print out copies of the reunion guest book for anyone who wants. I think this will make a nice keepsake.
  • Custom placemats: We will gather lot of old family photos, newspaper clippings, and maybe even some old parish registers and other old documents, print them out and laminate them. These can then be put on the tables to be used as placemats. A few years ago my father and I were invited to a function at the Hazelwood-Churchill Football Club where they printed copies of old newspaper clipping about the club and used them as placemats. This was a good way of stimulating discussion as people read their placemats and shared the stories with others on the table. We just need to choose which photos/documents to use - I have way too many to pick from!
  • Slideshow: We will borrow a projector and create a slideshow of old photos and documents. This can be left playing all night and will be easy enough to put together.
  • Unidentified photos: I want to print out old photos we have with unidentified faces, pin these photos on a noticeboard and ask guests to identify the people they know. I am sure this will generate some intense discussion as people try to remember the names of the faces in the photos and it will help fill in some gaps in my records.
  • Photo sharing: We will be contacting all invitees to ask them to bring along any scanned photos/documents they have, along with blank USB sticks. I will have a computer (or two) set up in a corner where people can copy photos.
I also plan on asking invitees to bring along any documents (birth/marriage/death certificates, etc) so I can scan copies. Hopefully this will help me flesh out my own document collection.

In the interim I will be reviewing my family tree and looking for any interesting stories I can pull out. I am not sure if I will try to compile the information into a book, but that is also an option. I guess I have my work cut out for me. ;^)

Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Old Stretford - Chapter III - Places of Public Worship.


Places of Public Worship.

  My recollections of the Established Church
in Stretford extend over sixty-five years.  As
a child I was taken to the Old Church (or
chapel, as it was then called) before it was
pulled down.  It was built in 1718, at a cost
of £470.  This chapel replaced a still older
one built about 1538.  Originally in the
diocese of Lichfield, it was afterwards trans-
ferred to the See of Chester.  In 1821 and
again in 1824 the chapel was enlarged;
strange to say the cost was chiefly defrayed
out of the Poor Rate, levied by the overseers.
In return a large number of free seats were
allotted to the use of the poor.  In all there
were 450 sittings.  A sun-dial stood in the
old chapel yard, and here in olden times the
parish clerk used to give out notices of sales
by auction and announce parish meetings.
  I remember sitting near the old Communion
Table and spelling out the Lord's Prayer and
the Ten Commandments, which were on
boards close to it;  also seeing the Hinde
scholars come into church in their quaint
costumes--the boys in green-tailed coats and
knee breeches, the girls in green hats and
dresses, with white linen capes.  This charity
was founded by Mrs. Hinde prior to her death
in 1724.  She was the widow of the Rev. John
Hinde, Fellow of the Collegiate Church, who
officiated at Stretford, and subscribed £100
towards building the chapel.  The income of the
charity was derived from land in Salford and
Manchester, and it was to be devoted to the
education of twenty poor children, ten from
Stretford and ten from Manchester.  In 1788
the number of the charity was increased to
fifty.  A tablet to the memory of Mrs. Hinde
may be seen in the Manchester Cathedral.
  Lady de Trafford, wife of Sit Thomas de
Trafford, was a Protestant, and used to sit
at the Old Chapel in a pew near ours, whilst
her husband went to the Roman Catholic
Church at Barton or Manchester.  In case
of mixed marriages it was often the custom
to bring up the girls in the faith of the
mother and the boys in that of the father.
One of Lady de Trafford's daughters married
the Rev. Mr. Sparling, a Protestant clergy-
  Connected with Stretford Old Chapel it is
recorded that the noted Henry Newcome
preached there in 1679, and that John Collier,
father of Tim Bobbin, was minister in 1708-9.


  Stretford Church was originally a chapel
of ease, under the parish of Manchester, and
in the early days Dr. Elsdale, Master of the Man-
chester Grammar School, held the living for
thirty-one years, residing in Manchester, and
coming down once or twice a week to visit
the sick.  When he came down to take the
services on Sundays he had either to walk
from Manchester or to come by the "swift
packet," for which the Bridgewater trustees
gave him a free pass.  He sometimes had to
preach, watch in hand, and to cut short his
sermon in order to catch the boat.  In
the interval between the services he
dined at the Angel, in a room known as the
"Parson's Parlour."  After doing this for
nineteen years he secured in 1839 the services
of the Rev. Joseph Clarke, M.A., as a locum
tenens, and that gentleman afterwards suc-
ceeded him as perpetual curate.  Subse-
quently Stretford was separated from Man-
chester and became a rectory.  Mr. Clarke
officiated at Stretford for twenty-three years.
He was a tall, gaunt, earnest man, of the
evangelical school, always wore bands, and
preached in a black gown.  When Mr. Clarke
first came to Stretford, he had by no means
a "bed of roses."  The congregation and Dr.
Elsdale had got to cross purposes, and on the
first Sunday he preached no one offered any
welcome or hospitality to the new curate or
his wife, and they had to follow Dr. Elsdale's
example, and dine alone in the "Parson's
Parlour" at the Angel.  At that time there
was a great dispute about the right of the
Overseers to lay a church rate.  The offi-
cials had been very peremptory in demanding
payment, and had injudiciously served
summonses on Mr. Braybrooke and other in-
fluential inhabitants at Old Trafford, who
joined together and sought the advice of Mr.
John Owen, a well-known Manchester
solicitor.  The case came before two magi-
strates, who decided that the rate was illegal
because Stretford was not a "parochial
chapelry."  Eventually the opinion of Dr.
Phillimore was taken, and the Overseers
appealed against the previous decision.
Before taking further action, however, they
interviewed Mr. Owen and his clients, and
allowed them to see Dr. Phillimore's opinion
as to the legality of the rate, and this was so
clear and decided that the objecting rate-
payers gave way and decided to pay the


  In 1841 the parishioners proceeded to build
a new church at a cost of £3,200.  Sir
Thomas de Trafford gave the land and £100.
The site was a field called "The Wagstaff,"
once used for bull-baiting when that practice
was in vogue.  Lady de Trafford laid the
foundation stone of the new Parochial Church,
to be dedicated to St. Matthew on September
30, 1841, and it was consecrated by the Bishop
of Chester on October 10, 1842.  All the sub-
scribers to the building fund had pews allotted
to them, but as my father, though a con-
tributor, did not look after his interests,
our family got an indifferent one in
the extreme front, and under the pul-
pit.  It was a seat of peril, for a
book and afterwards a candlestick, fell
into our pew, fortunately without hurting
anyone.  The rector's family occupied the
adjoining square pew.  Behind them sat Mr.
James Crossley, of Ashton-on-Mersey, and
when he left, Mr., afterwards Sir, Thomas
Bazley, of Hayesleigh.  Not far away Mr.
John Frederick Foster, the well-known chair-
man of Quarter Sessions, had a pew.  His
statue is to be seen in the Assize Courts.  Just
behind him sat Mr.William Joynson, of Sale,
a very kind benevolent old gentleman, whose
sons, Richard and Walter, followed in his
steps, and are recently deceased.


In front of the Communion Table were two
gaunt double deckers, one used as a reading
desk, and the other as a pulpit.  In a box at
the front of the former sat Joseph Hampson,
the parish clerk, commonly called "Joe," and,
perhaps, the best-known man in the village.
On weekdays he was boss of a gang of men
employed by the Bridgewater Trustees to
keep the canal and its banks in order.  A
broad, stout man, he was just in his element
in an iceboat swaying about with the view of
keeping a passage open for canal boats in
frosty weather.  At church on Sundays he
was fully impressed with his own dignity.
He had a stentorian voice which sometimes
drowned that of the minister, and as the
Psalms were said, and not sung, he had full
play.  His eyes were all over the church, and
if the stove was running low, or a Sunday
scholar was misbehaving himself, "Joe"
marched from his box and poked the fire, or
cuffed the lad, regardless of all proprieties.
In later years when Mr. Hart, rector,
was about to officiate, and the was
no water in the font, "Joe" was
sent for some.  On his way back the
choir lads laughed at him, when he
at once put down the jug, and without think-
ing of the sanctity of the place, boxed their
ears.  Joseph Hampson held his position for
fifty-four years under five different ministers,
and it was said "rectors might come and
rectors might go, but Joe went on for ever."
But this was scarcely so, for he died in 1881.
The first of his family became clerk in 1750,
and the office had been, with one short
exception, in the hands of the family for 130
years.  Joseph Hampson was succeeded by
his brother William, and afterwards his niece
filled the office.
  I have in my possession a book entitled
"The Wreck of the Orion," written by Mr.
Clarke, wherein he describes his marvellous
escape in June, 1850, when the steamer,
which plied between Liverpool and Glasgow,
was wrecked off Portpatrick on the Scotch
coast.  Mr. Clarke had to swim for his life,
and was most fortunate in being picked up
by a boat when he was at the last gasp.  He
was one of the few saved.  Among the drowned
was Mr. Roby, author of the "Traditions of
Lancashire."  As a testimony of thankful-
ness and respect Mr. Clarke's congregation
presented hum with an address, accompanied
by a purse, and tea service, of the value of
£200.  This mark of esteem he valued most
  The living of Stretford is in the gift of
the Warden and Fellows of the Cathedral
Church; the endowment consists of land at
Flixton and Culcheth, and Mr. Clarke in 1840
estimated the net annual income averaged
£190 per annum.  During his tenure of office
a church and schools were erected at a cost of
£4,500, and a parsonage, costing £1,200.
When he died a chancel was erected to his
memory at a cost of £1,170.
  At Stretford Church when I attended, a
practice prevailed which has since been
abandoned.  About mid-service there was a
rustling of feet caused by the churchwardens
and sidesmen leaving their pews and assem-
bling at the church door, each with his church-
warden's silver-tipped staff in hand.  Thus
equipped they sallied forth, and called at all
the public-houses in the village, to see if the
ungodly were indulging in beer, instead of
coming to church.  Then after looking after
loiterers in the churchyard they returned to
their pews just in time for the sermon.
Rumour says that sometimes the church-
wardens themselves thought they needed re-
freshment, but into this we need not inquire
too closely.
  A curiosity of the church was old Tommy
Mellor, the apparitor, who never seemed at
home after he adopted his uniform.
  Attached to, and between the Blind Asylum
and Deaf and Dumb Institute, was a chapel,
opened in 1837, and intended mainly for the
inhabitants of the Institutions, but which
also served the churchgoers of Old Trafford.
The Rev. Thomas Buckley was chaplain to
the Institutions, and also to the Chorlton
Union Workhouse.  The chapel when opened
did not receive the Episcopal blessing, but in
time some of the congregation wished to
have it consecrated, and that Mr. Buckley
should become the incumbent.  The gentle-
men who were desirous of making the change
induced Dr. Prince Lee, the then Bishop of
Manchester, in 1857, to consecrate the church.
This caused much unpleasantness, and Dr.
Samuel Crompton, in 1862, discovered that
the consecration had taken place contrary to
the terms of the trust deed.  After a long
and angry controversy the church was re-
conveyed, and new trustees were appointed.

Monday, 29 June 2015

Best laid plans...

I had intended to transcribe the book "Old Stretford" and post a chapter each week, but of course life has a habit of getting in the way of plans. The past month or so has had a variety of ups and downs - my sister visited from interstate, my mother moved back into town, health issues and other fun things happened and this past weekend I was away on an unplanned trip interstate for a family friend's funeral. *Sigh*

On the upside I do have another chapter transcribed and almost ready to post and I am working on another post about a fascinating series of newspaper articles where I discovered an unexpected family connection. I'm still trying to work out just what the connection was, but these articles have provided a very interesting side journey in my research - whether or not I should have been spending so much time looking into this is debatable, but at least it gives another interesting tale to tell at family gatherings. ;^)

So I hope to post the next chapter of "Old Stretford" tomorrow sometime and then I will try to get back on track. Wish me luck!

Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Old Stretford - Chapter II - Means of Conveyance


Means of Conveyance.


  In my early days people going from Stret-
ford to Manchester had either to walk or else
to ride in Massey's two-horse omnibuses,
which left the Unicorn at Altrincham every
hour, and arrived at the Angel Inn, Stretford
in three-quarters of an hour.  Passengers
from neighbouring districts made their
way to the comfortable waiting room that
had been provided at the Angel.  Originally
the far from Stretford to Manchester was
one shilling, but when I travelled by this line
it was sixpence outside and ninepence in.
  About 1845 omnibuses began to run from
Flixton; they passed through Stretford, and
made the King's Arms, King-street, their
headquarters.  This line was started by a
man named Thornton.  Shortly afterwards
an opposition line was set up by Emmanuel
Birkbeck, another coach proprietor.  Though
these omnibuses only ran morning and even-
ing they were much used by Stretford people.
  When the Altrincham line was made
Massey's 'buses ceased to run.  After an
interregnum, John Brundrit, a farmer, and
Thomas Higson, who kept the Old Cock Inn,
became partners, and started a new line.
They had their stables near the Old Cock, and
notwithstanding subsequent opposition they
were successful.  Their charges were four-
pence inside and threepence out.  They also
issued contract tickets at reduced rates.  Old
inhabitants will remember the popular
Brothers Cookson: Bob, who drove an omni-
bus, and Dan and little Johnnie, who acted
as guards.  They were nephews of Mr.
Brundrit, and always did their best to please
their passengers.
  Another well-known driver was John
Seddon, who now keeps the Angel Hotel.  For
a time Mr. James Standring, of Brooks's
Bar, and Mr. William Wild, of Salford, ran
in opposition, but the native-owned line was
the favourite.  After running many years
Messrs. Brundrit and Higson sold their con-
cern to Messrs. Bannister, O'Brien, Walsh and
others, who formed a limited company under
the title of the Stretford Omnibus and Con-
veyancing Company, and built waiting rooms
neat the Bishop Blaize.  The encountered
some competition from Stephen Shawcross,
of Urmston, and Frank Worrall, of Stret-
ford, who jointly started a line that for a
time carried on a bitter fight for business,
sometimes at the risk of life and limb, as
there were several accidents through the rival
omnibuses racing one another.  Some years
after, the Manchester Carriage Company,
who had previously only run to Old Trafford,
started an opposition line to Stretford.
Eventually they bought up the old line, ran
well-equipped three-horsed omnibuses, and
successfully competed with the railway com-


  The present generation know nothing of
toll bars.  They have free use of the roads,
the maintenance being paid for out of the
rates, and everyone contributing even if never
driving on a road.  But at the time I am
referring to, those who used roads for vehicu-
liar traffic had t pay for their repair by means
of tolls collected at toll bars.  There were
three of these in three and a half miles —
Crossford Bridge, Longford, and Cornbrook.


I find from an old account-book that each one-
horsed vehicle paid ninepence for passing
through two bars on the Manchester Road,
and that in 1842 the charge became sixpence.
Eventually this was reduced to threepence,
and in 1885 all tolls were abolished.
Under the old Turnpike Act there were
some singular exemptions from tolls.
None could be charged to the Royal
Family, to persons attending their own
church, or going to funerals there, to
clergymen visiting the sick, or to persons
going to vote at an election.  Farmers, too,
were exempt when carting manure or agricul-
tural produce in broad-wheeled carts.  At
the time I refer to, the toll-bar charges were
a great factor in the cost of conveyancing.  At
fixed times the collection of tolls was farmed
out to the highest bidder, and it is no doubt
a great advantage to Mr. John Greenwood,
as an omnibus proprietor, and afterwards
director of the Carriage Company, that he
generally secured the collection of the tolls
on the omnibus routes round Manchester.
  The last toll, before their extinction, was
paid at the Old Trafford Bar by Mr. Salt-
house, the nurseryman, and is in the posses-
sion of the Mellor family, of Stretford, who
for many years were toll collectors.  The Bar
has gone, but the house still remains, and
has been turned into a dwelling-house.  When
the Manchester Corporation bought up the
Carriage Company they put down tramways,
propelled at first by horses and then by elec-
  The result of the various changes wrought
in the last sixty years is that, instead of an
hourly service to Stretford, there is one
every ten minutes.  The fare that used to be
a shilling is now twopence-halfpenny.  The
class of conveyance is wonderfully improved,
and the time occupied has been reduced from
forty-five to twenty minutes.


  About 1847 power was obtained by a combi-
nation of railways to make a line from Man-
chester to Altrincham, which should provide
two stations for Stretford, one at the village
end and the other at Old Trafford.  It was to
be called the Manchester South Junction and
Altrincham Railway, and by the portion that
ran from Ordsall Lane to London Road it
practically connected the north and south
lines of the London and North-Western Rail-
way Company.  Lord Ellesmere originally
opposed the Bill on the ground that it would
interfere with the passenger and goods traffic
on the Bridgewater Canal, but eventually he
agreed to give up his passenger service, and


associated himself with the Manchester and
Birmingham (now the London and North-
Western Railway Company) and the Man-
chester and Sheffield Railway Company (now
the Great Central Railway Company) in
making and providing money for the new line.
  This was under construction whilst I and
my companions were going to school, and as
it offered a shorter route than the circuitous
road by nearly a mile we often used to try
and run the gauntlet of watchmen who
were on the look-out for trespassers.  We
could outrun the old men, but sometimes we
were caught and cuffed, or else sent back.
The new line was opened in 1849, and I
travelled on it the first week it started.
There were two opening ceremonies: the first
a private one a few days before the public
opening.  This was for the directors, con-
tractors, and their friends, who went over the
line accompanied by the Stretford Teetotal
Band, who had a new outfit for the occasion
consisting of a blue jacket and cap, with
white trousers.  There were many demonstra-
tions of joy by the workmen and others, who
were assembled at different points of the
route.  The carriages then used were cer-
mainly not luxurious; the third class were
very dismal with longitudinal seats, and the
second class had bare wooden seats, and were
very inferior to the thirds of to-day.  As a
feeder to the line, a 'bus was run by John
Greenwood from the Greyhound, Flixton, to
Stretford Station, to bring up the Flixton,
Davyhulme, and Croft's Bank passengers,
the fares being: outside 6d., inside 8d.  This
was given up when the Cheshire Lines opened
to Flixton.
  The first stationmaster at Stretford was
Mr. W. H. Bowers, a fussy little man, very
fond of music and good company.  The first
porter was named Thomas Massey.  He re-
gained in his situation for many years, and
then, I believe, took to cab driving.  Mr.
John Swarbrick was the first stationmaster at
Old Trafford: he was a little, precise, quiet
man, and remained at his post for nearly
forty years.  When the line was opened the only
entrance to the Trafford station was at the
bottom of the incline, with a level crossing to
the opposite platform.  This was very danger-
ous, and in one instance a lady fell and had
a narrow escape, some of her fingers being
cut off.  After this the crossing was done
away with, and both here and at Stretford
the booking-office was placed on the top of
the bridge.
  Mr. James Kirkman became the first secre-
tary of the line.  He was an enthusiastic
musician, and attended St. peter's Church.
He was succeeded by Mr. R. Haig-Brown, who
ably conducted the company's business for
about thirty years.  During his tenure of
office there was general satisfaction, and the
railway was at high-water mark.  It is to be
hoped his successors will restore it to that
condition.  One of the earliest porters at Stret-
ford Station was R. Wardleworth, then a fine-
looking young fellow.  Even railway stations
have their romances, and he found favour in
the eyes of a young lady of good family from
Ashton-on-Mersey, and notwithstanding the
objections of her friends she married him.
He afterwards became stationmaster at Sale,
and eventually was pensioned.  He is since
  When the Queen came to Manchester in
1851, Stretford Station was besieged with
passengers anxious to see the procession.
Train after train that ought to have stopped
passed by, being previously packed with
passengers from Bowdon and other stations.
It seemed hopeless to reach Manchester in
time.  At length a train did stop, but it
could not find accommodation for a fourth of
the passengers.  An inspiration struck Mr.
John Taylor, an Urmston gentleman.  He-spied
a painter's ladder, and before he could be pre-
vented, reared it against a carriage, and so
got his whole party (chiefly ladies) on the
top.  The officials stopped the train and insisted
that those on top should come down.  But
while they were parleying at this carriage the
rest of the people scrambled on the other
carriages, and the station was cleared.
  As the officials were powerless, and as there
was no help, the train moved slowly on with
passengers hanging on as best they could.
people were warned to keep their heads down
in passing under the bridges, and, fortunately,
everyone got safely to his journey's end,
and all were enabled to see the Queen which,
at one time, seemed hopeless.


  Another means of conveyance to Manchester
was by the Bridgewater Canal.  It consisted
of slow packets drawn by horses.  These
called at Edge lane, Longford Bridge, and
the Watermeetings, and picked up produce
and passengers, landing them at Duke's
Dock, Knott Mill.  A swift packet also ran
once a day for passengers only.  It was drawn
by horses kept on the trip, and ridden by
liveried postillions, who roused the country by
blowing their horns.  The fare to Manchester
was sixpence.  A similar swift packet con-
vexed the late Queen when she visited Worsley
at the time of the 1851 exhibition.


Sunday, 10 May 2015

Old Stretford - Chapter I - Highways and Byways


Highways and Byways.

  From Urmston to Stretford there were two
means of communication, the main highway
called the Gamershaws, and a footpath that
ran from the end of Humphrey Lane, Urm-
ston, by Timperley's Far, and then crossed
the fields to Derbyshire Lane, Stretford.
Within my recollection there was not a house
in Gamershaw Lane for nearly a mile.
About sixty years ago Mr. Marsden, of
St. Mary's Gate, Manchester, broke the
monotony by building Oak Cottage at the
corner of Sandy Lane.  In a dell on the side
of this lonely road was supposed to dwell the
Gamershaw Boggart, a terror to all women and
children.  Often as a child on a dark
night have I, for protection, run every inch
of the way behnid a vehicle rather than meet
the Boggart.  To make matters worse a band
of young ruffians personated the Boggart,
attacking and maltreating defenseless women.
On the 18th July, 1846, a very bad case
occurred of ill-using and stoning passers-by,
and this led to the formation of a mutual pro-
tection society, which was instrumental in
putting down the nuisance.
  In my early days Urmston Lane was of un-
certain width.  After a narrow footpath came
a stretch of cobble stones, between which and
a wide ditch there was a green sward.  On
this cattle at times pastured.  Half-way to
Stretford there was a sharp turn to the left,
and as the road here was narrow and there
were no lights, so many accidents occurred
that the people of Urmston and Stretford
petitioned the Trafford Estate to have the
road straightened.  The latter gave the
necessary land, but would not pay the cost,
so the money was raised by subscription.  I
have a vivid recollection of going to the
assistance of friends whose carriage was
wrecked in the ditch at the before-mentioned
dangerous corner, and the change from a
road the shape of a dog's hind leg to a
straight one was a vast improvement.


  The other access by footpath to stretford
from Urmston afforded a very pleasant walk
across the fields.  It had always been con-
sidered a public path, but about 1850 Mr.
Ayre, agent to the Trafford Estate, determined
to close it.  He had the footpath ploughed
up, and men were stationed to drive people
back.  This roused popular indignation, and
my father and others banded themselves
together to question Trafford's right, and, if
necessary, to fight the question.  The struggle
did not last long; the Urmston people were
up in arms, and instead of one, many new
paths were quickly made across the fields;
eventually the Trafford Estate gave way, and
e old footpath was restored.  On my route to
school, and in the first row of Stretford houses,
lived Mrs. Powell, whose son Arthur had been
a sailor, but who then kept a school.  Nearly
opposite, and at the corner of Higgin Lane
was the Robin Hood, kept by Isaac Beswick,
who was a joiner by trade.  Across the road
was the Pinfold, only recently demolished. I
don't know if cattle are now better behaved
than they used to be, but in old times pin-
folds for straying cattle were often to be
found, and I have frequently seen that at
Stretford occupied.  One never sees a pinfold


  Behind the fold lived Mr. Robinson, in a
tidy thatched house.  He was a specimen of a
good-natured cheery farmer who had a kind
word for everybody.  On the same side of
Urmston Lane (now King-street) were the
houses built by Peter Bennett, on which may
still be seen the texts, "The name of the
Lord is a strong tower, the righteous runneth
into it and is safe," and "To do justly, love
mercy, and walk humbly with thy God." Old
Peter was as deaf as a post, and always


carried a speaking trumpet.  He was both an
eccentricity and a mystery.  Further on was
Vine Cottage, in which lived Mr. Woodburne,
a retired solicitor.  It is stillcovered with a
wonderful vine, which used to bear a fine
crop of grapes.  Mr. Woodburne's daughters
kept a well-known ladies' school, and a son,
Alfred, married a daughter of Mr. Brereton,
the village chemist, and became the head of
Woodburne, Pitt, and Brownson, drapers,
  Passing by the row of cottages in which
Bagguley, the coppersmith, lived, and on
the site of the present Constabulary Station,
there used to be a lot of low, wooden struc-
tures, in which Irish and Cheshire pigs were
housed whilst waiting to be slaughtered.  I
have a vivid recollection of this place, as I
was once locked in by my mischievous school-
fellows.  Beyond that was Hancock's house
and killing-place, and at the corner of Well-
ington Place lived "Tippet Wreet" (Wright),
a gaunt-looking man, who was called the
"King of Liars."  Why he got the title I
never knew.  In the same house Mrs. Hind's
charity school was first held.  Mr. and Mrs.
Bagshawe were the teachers: their daughter
married "Joe Hampson," the parish clerk.
  At the corner of King-street, Charlie
Hesketh, the blacksmith, had his smithy.  He
had a cunning glide in his eye, and was fond
of a gossip.  We schoolboys liked to visit the
smithy, watch the blacksmith at work, and
have a chat with him.
  I now turn to the right-hand side of Urm-
ston Lane.  Almost opposite the Pinfold stood
a long line of thatched and whitewashed
houses in the shape of the letter L.  In these
lived some typical Stretford families, and in
the centre of the row was a cart-shed, with
doors opening in the middle.  This had been
converted into a Primitive Methodist meeting
houe.  Among the inhabitants was the
Wigglesworth family.  The mother, Alice, or
"Alce," as she was called, was a tall, fine-look-
ing woman, with grey hair, who often wore
patterns, and always dressed in a print bed-
gown and striped skirt.  She seemed to
dominate her neighbour, "Barm Jack," and
everybody else.  He went out with a donkey
selling barm, and I shall never forget how
"Alce" thrashed one of my schoolfellows for
teasing the donkey.  In those days mops were
in general use, and women could be seen at
the front door trundling them.  Alce Wiggles-
worth was an adept at this, and I have
often watched her exlempify centrifugal
force.  Trundling a mop, once so common,
seems to have fallen entirely into disuse; in-
deed an old-fashioned mop is now seldom seen.
Next came the Temperance Hall and adjoin-
ing buildings.  In my early days Stretford
was noted for drunkenness and rowdyism.
Sixty years ago a relative of mine was pelted
with mud near the site of the old church,
re he had been to copy inscriptions on the
gravestones, and for no other reason than
that he was a stranger and dressed in fashion-
able London clothes.  This reminds me of
Punch's illustration of Hooligans, who are
depicted as saying, "He's a stranger; let's
heave 'arf a brick at his head."



  But better days came.  Father Matthew
and other good evangelists started a crusade
against drunkenness.  They held meetings in
Stretford and made many converts, who took
the pledge, and these converts, hard-working,
earnest men, endeavoured in their turn to
redeem their fellows.  Having no meeting-place
they clubbed together and built the King-street
Temperance Hall, which was used for meet-
ings and entertainments, and it was there I
first heard Parry and Delevanti sing.  They
also formed a teetotal band, with the view of
rusing the inhabitants in the same way as
the Salvation Army of to-day invokes the aid
of music to stimulate fervour.  Among the
principal temperance leaders were James Kel-
sall, James Robinson, David Robinson,
George Cookson, and John Williamson, a milk-
seller.  These men really worked a great
reformation in Stretford.
  Beyond the temperance Hall stood the Old
Dungeon, a one-storied, dismal, and repulsive-
looking stone building used as a temporary
lock-up for criminals.  This was pulled down
in the early forties.  Close to it was a pool
which gave the name Pool Lane to the ad-
joining street.  At the corner of this lane
Job Royle, who came of a Flixton family,
built his bakehouse and grocery stores about
sixty years ago.  Near the opposite corner
Mr. Fallows kept a school, started in about 1839.
Here most of the Stretford youths were at
that time educated.  He was a stern man, given
to using the cane freely, and as an extreme
punishment he had a contrivance by which he
could suspend a lad in a painful position.


  Just down Pool Lane lived Mrs. Bannister,
"Cupper and Bleeder with Leeches," a sign
now seldom seen.  I have a vivid recollection
of the old lady, for when I was
a boy and suffering from a painful
malady she applied six leeches that left
their mark on me for many years after.
Her husband and his brother worked in
Bannister's timber-yard, and had the nick-
names of "Big Amos" and "Gentleman
George," both being powerful and capable
movers of timber.  The mechanical prowess
of the former was wonderful for an un-
educated man.  Near the top of King-street,
and behind the Trafford Arms, were some
desolate-looking houses approached by steps.
They belonged to an eccentric family baned
Wood, of Sale.  The co-owners lived to-
gether, but never spoke.  All intercourse was
carried on through a sister who resided with
them.  These houses have recently been
pulled down to make way for shops.
  Proceeding along the high road towards
Longford Bridge, and on the right hand at
the corner of Edge Lane, was a row of houses
in which lived Stephen Hyde, the village
cobbler.  He was a quaint old man, who wore
spectacles, and when shoes were brought for
repair he eyed them over and had one set
speech, "Hey, mistress, it's a very akkard
(awkward) job."  Near the bridge was a farm-
house occupied by Mr. Chadwick, and this re-
mains unchanged, a relic of the past.
  On the left hand, after passing the Bishop
Blaize, were several rows of thatched cottages.
In one lived a kindly stout old lady, who
had a table at the front of her door full of
parkin, gingerbread, and teetotal drink.  Over
it was the sign, "Prime Pop and Ginger
Beer Always Ripe and Ready Here."  Close
by was a yew tree cut into the shape of a
large peacock.
  Just over Longford Bridge, then little more
than half its present width and much steeper,
was a toll-bar.  In olden times the Crossford
Bridge Trust had charge of the main roads,
Mr. Barber being their surveyor.


  Between Longford Bridge and the Blind
Asylum, and on the left side, stood the house
of Mr. Leeds, sharebroker, who prided himself
on his garden and his knowledge of herbs.
Further on, and opposite the Great Stone,
was a cluster of whitewashed cottages that
have, with one exception, disappeared.  Then
came the Dog and Partridge and a small
farm occupied by Mr. Brogden, and after-
wards by Mr. Parkinson, a butcher.  At
Throstle Nest resided Mr. Thomas Goadsby,
druggist, who was the first shopkeeper to be-
come Mayor of Manchester.  He was a very
little man, and always wore a blue dress coat
with brass buttons.  He took the busy bee as
his example, adopted it on his crest, and had
it emblazoned on the entrance of his house.
He was instrumental in saving the life of his
ture wife at the launching of a boat.
They were afterwards married, and at his
death Elizabeth Salisbury Goadsby married
the late Alderman Heywood.  On the right-
hand side of the road was Gorse Hill Farm,
occupied by James Taylor; then came Long-
ford Terrace, and here lived Mr. Abraham
Lloyd, a future Lord Mayor of Manchester.
Many a time have I trotted behind him
when he was on his way to business and
I to school, little dreaming we should in the
future become fast friends and associated in
Corporation work.  Further on lived William
Shore, a share broker, who was devoted to
music, conducted the Manchester Glee Club,
and was the composer of "Willie Brewed a
Peck of Maut," and other glees and madri-


  In those days Septimus Lambert occupied
the Great Stone Farm, whence he afterwards
removed to the Bull and Punch Bowl Hotel.
Outside his fence, projecting on the high road,
and not inside as at present, stood the Great
Stone with two holes on the top.  Some


people said it was the base of one of the
crosses so common on the roadside in Catholic
countries; others believed it marked the
meeting-place where the plague-stricken
citizens of Manchester were met by country
people to barter for food supplies, the money
exchanged being first placed in the holes filled
with vinegar and water in order to prevent
  Further on the road, in a row of small
houses, lived a shopkeeper need Lee
and his daughter, Mrs. Cheadle.  As
he was always accompanied on his cart
by two women there was a current belief that
he had two wives.  He was fair game for the
schoolboys, because, whatever pranks they
played, he was too fat to run after them.
  From 1846 to 1854, on my way to Man-
chester, I used to meet an Old Trafford con-
tangent of scholars going to Stretford Schools,
the girls headed by Miss Lambert (afterwards
Mrs. Smelt), and the boys by Edwin Young,
of the Throstle Nest Paper Works, who subse-
queenly became treasurer to the Lancashire
and Yorkshire Railway Company.
  Regular as clockwork used to pass me Mr.
Christopher Shorrock and his two sons
mounted on stiff cobs.  Among my school-
fellows were Richard and William Joynson,
sons of Mr. William Joynson, of Sale, who
drove them to school in an Irish jaunting
car drawn by a white horse.  The father was
very kind, and often gave me a most welcome
  Having described the roads I personally
traversed I will content myself with saying
that the Chorlton side of the railway bridge
there were scarcely any houses.  In Edge
Lane Amos Bannister, senior, lived at Peel
House, and his son George at the adjoining
farm.  On the other side of the lane came the
rectory, occupied by the Rev. Joseph Clarke;
next to it was Watkinson's nursery, and be-
bond this Longford Hall.  From Stretford to
Charlton there were not more than half a
dozen houses.  The rest of Edge Lane was
bounded by fields.  Another byway was Toad
Lane, said to be a contraction of 'Th' Ow'd
Lane.  This formed a country walk to the
Cheshire Waters, a popular bathing place in
the Mersey, then a comparatively pure stream.