Tottington 1980 by Lancashire Life

Hope I am not transgressing an ancient copyright! I probably am, but I am publishing the March 1980 copy of Lancashire Life that has the article on Tottington - That makes 32 years. Pictures and captions first followed by the text. (My comments in brackets). A copy of the PDF can be found here. It is a very large file sorry! I will transcribe the rest shortly!

The start of the transcription starts here: The italics are mine!

It's hard to think of Tottington as being a part of Greater Manchester. The long straight road leading to the town out of Bury is lined on either side with splendid terraces of houses, stone-built and and fortress-solid, so that driving between them is like passing through a spacious railway cutting. And although you will find that Messrs Wimpey and their ilk have erected modern estates which differ not one brick from other modern estates any where in Britain, the terrain is different, and the view is different, and the place has an almost intangible individuality about it. Any connection with the city of Manchester seems almost ridiculous. The little town is on the edge of the moors and Manchester is is somewhere where Tottington folk go to- to work or to shop, or to have a night out. Not for one moment do they feel a part of it. Nor, in fact, do they even consider themselves a part of Bury to which they were once linked by tram (from 1883 to 1904 by steam tram) and since the local government reorganisation of 1974 are linked administratively .

It is too old and its roots are too deep to be disturbed fundamentally by any bureaucratic paper shuffling and several times when I mentioned the name “Tottington” it brought a polite correction “ Don't you mean “ The Royal and Ancient Manor of Tottington?”

And so I did. They are proud of their ancient and royal connection. Though the village was overlooked by the compilers of Domesday Book, it was certainly in existence the time. The name is Old English and id derived from Tota, the name of the chief of those times, ingas meaning followers' and ton , a settlement. After the Norman Conquest it became part of the Barony of Montbegon( one of whom Roger de Montbegon was present at the signing of the Magna Carta) and by coincidence there is still a lady living in the district whose family still has a Montbegon hiding in its branches.

Mrs Phyllis Hampson and her husband , Cyril have lived in Greenmount for a long time and although part of her family originated in the area she herself was born in Dorset. Her husband's research into her ancestry revealed the Montbegon link, though at the time it was not something he was not particularly seeking.. His genealogical delvings were sparked off by the fact that his wife's second name is “Spenser” and it has been traditional in her family for all the children to be given that name with any other. She is thus “Phyllis Spenser Hampson” and is very proud of the fact that it betokens her direct descent from the 16^th century poet Edmund Spenser – he of the The Faerie Queen.

It is in fact to Cyril Hampson, a former councillor and one time champion of the Tottington Urban District Council, that I owe the details of Tottington's origins. On its absorption into the Bury Metropoliton District and the new Greater Manchester County in 1974, he wrote a brief history from which I was able to put the place into some sort of perspective. As a stranger, I found it all a little confusing for when I declared my interest to Councillor Harold Taylor (the last Chairman of the UDC) he said, like Professor Joad of twenty-five years ago, “ It all depends what you mean by Tottington. Do you mean the Royal Manor of Tottington? Or Tottington Higher-End? Or Tottington Lower-End? Or the Parish of Tottington? Or the former Urban District? Or the present electoral area? Are you including Greenmount, Walshaw, Affetside, Hawkshaw and Holcombe Brook? They're all Tottington really.

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So you can see that Tottington is a name to be conjured with.

The actual manor covered an area of some 15 square miles from just outside Bury almost to Rawtenstall. It became part of the honour of Clitheroe which eventually became part of the Earldom of Lancaster which in due course - was raised to Duchy status. When the Duke of Lancaster seized the throne and became Henry IV his duchy became Royal and so did the Manor of Tottington.

For the next three or four hundred years or so little of any consequence disturbed the peace of the area. Largely moor-land, it was not the most hospitable place in which to live and the main occupation was sheep farming and handloom weaving. At its peak there were over a thousand handlooms in use over the area.

By the beginning of the 19th century however, it had become a cotton town and in 1820 there arrived on the scene a young man who was to become one of Tottington's most powerful and influential figures.

Joshua Knowles, a man in his early twenties from Ramsbottom, took over Tottington Mill. For the previous  thirty years it had been turning out muslin, but Knowles converted it into a calico-printing works and it flourished. He attracted a whole new workforce to the town and the long terraces of houses were built to accommodate them. He himself built some houses along his mill, together with school and a shop.

other complementary industries followed but Knowles was the biggest employer. He fostered a good community spirit and his very fine residence, Stormer Hill, was the the focal point for many a festive occasion, particularly on Whit Fridays when the mill wrkers and their families processed through the town and wound up at their master's home for tea and cakes and fun and games in an adjoining field.

In 1938, to celebrate the coronation of Queen Victoria, Tottington Mill employees walked in procession to Bury , four miles away, proudly carrying printed calico banners. The first two proclaimed loyally GOD BLESS OUR QUEEN, the third hoped for PROSPERITY FOR BRITAIN and the fourth, mindful that prosperity begins at home, SUCCESS TO THE PRINT TRADE.

Knowles' mill was the first to use an eight colour printing machine and the firm exhibited at the Great Exhibition. When Joshua died his brother, Samuel took over and on his retirement the company became part of the Calico Printers Association. The mill (which inspired a Lowry drawing in 1921) was closed down in 1929 and all that remains of it is Tower Terrace, a stone embattled structure, complete with inner courtyard, which once housed some of the workers.

closures of other mills followed and and in the years leading up to the Second World War Tottington settled down into something of a quiet residential suburb of Bury. However for all its rurality it did not escape the ravages of war. Att 5.50 a.m. on the morning of Christmas Eve 1944, German aircraft penetrated the east coast over the Humber Estuary and and launched a flying bomb in the general direction of Manchester. It overshot its target and exploded on a row of cottages in Chapel Street immediately opposite the parish church. Eight people were killed. When the war was over, Mr and Mrs Whitehead, who then lived in Stormer Hill, Joshua Knowles old house, just beyond the blitzed site and gave £5000 for its conversion into a memorial garden.

Quite unexpectedly, Tottington can boast another park which would be the envy of many a place five times the size. Imaginatively conceived out of a former farm (Lawsons - but I believe he was a council tenant, he kept cows but there were also henhouses in the main area of the field too. very run down, never saw any chickens ever.) Old Kay's Park covers some seventeen acres of up and down countryside at Greenmount and enjoys a view of the rolling moors towards Holcombe Hill with its chimney like Peel Memorial.

The park was the last major achievement of the Tottington UDC before its disappearance into the maw of "bury metro" - and unashamedly they admit that it is a bulwark against further development against further development round that area.

The demise of the UDC was as in so many places, deeply regretted. Now Tottington is just an electoral ward clasped in a tentacle of the Bury Metro octopus and residents shake their heads sadly and talk of being neglected. It was cold and icy when I was there "but they never grit the roads, do they - and what about the old Town Hall?"

Mrs Gladys Coupe, a retired librarian and a keen local historian, is much concerned about Tottington's fate and has tried to stir up public opinion before it's too late.

The old 18th century building was once Tottington Hall, the home of successive cotton merchants and mill owners, which was acquired by the UDC for its headquarters. A rather ordinary square stone property it is never the less of historic interest and splendidly situated with its lawn now an attractive bowling green. The ground floor serves as a most inadequate library and the upper floor is out of use. Tottington badly needs rooms for meetings and other community purposes but the building does not meet present day fire regulations and is badly in need of refurbishing. To demolish and put up a new building would caost a quarter of a million pounds, to restore it and make it safe would cost £144000. The first option is ruled out because it is a listed building - and anyway, Tottington does not want to lose it - and the second plan is a non starter in the present economic climate. " It seems to be a stalemate". says Mrs Coupe" but something needs to be done soon. It must not be left just to rot."

Tottington today is unequivocally a dormitory town. Beginning in 1964 with those Wimpey houses at Walshaw, new estates have been going up steadily ever since, though I am told all available land has now been taken and the town has reached the planned optimum population of around 12000. Many of the new Tottingtonians came from deep inside Manchester and Salford, sniffing the clean country air like rabbits emerging from their burrows. Living here makes the journey home from some industrial nether region seem almost like going on holiday.

Not all the incomers have however settled on the new estates; some have opted for the terraced houses along Bury road and roads off. Looking as though they will last a thousand years, most of the houses have had there first century's grime sand-blasted away, some have had new "classical" front doors fitted, and a few have been equipped with bow fronted Georgian windows. A purist would say that they are now out of character, but to me that displays a heart-warming pride in ownership.

And in the nineteen-sixties Tottington had the distinction of achieving the highest birth-rate in the land. It may of course have been something in the water, but I strongly suspect that the sheer joy of living in such a pleasant environment had a lot to do with it.

These are the 5 pages that comprised the article.


These are the individual pictures together with the comments on them from the article!

Where old abuts new: the Co-op, reconstructed after a fire and reopened in 1978, has a neighbour the Robin Hood Inn dating from 1708. A former licensee Mrs. Mary Hannah Nuttall, died in 1942 and left money in trust for the building of almshouses for the oldest of Tottington natives in need of accommodation. So it was that "Polly of of the Robin's" four almshouses were built at Greenmount.

A free-lance journalist specialising in crown green bowls, Councillor Harold Taylor is one of Tottington's three representatives on Bury Metropolitan District Council. The last chairman of Tottington UDC before its disbandment. He is also chairman of Tottington High School Governors and a Hollymount School Governor who has played a role in obtaining the town's new health centre.

Harwood Road (The Dungeon is on the right - I used to come hurtling down Harwood Road on my bike - the object was not to use any brakes at all from Gorsey Clough - Most time I managed it!)

Market Street (Reads Fish shop is to the left, just about where the shoppers are. The road goes straight to Bury from here.)

Already in use and to be formally opened on April the 9th is Tottington's 3000.000 health centre. Performing the opening ceremony will be the man credited with instigating the centre. Dr Seymore Jones, now retired, and formerly Medical Officer of Health for Tottington under the UDC

It takes more than a spot of snow to stop work going on in the Whitehead Memorial Gardens. Those trees on the left occupy part of the site of a row of houses destroyed by a flying bomb.

Who's a pretty girl then? Michelle Davies is and if proof were needed, last year( when she was six) she went to London from her hoe in Tottington's Wellbank Street as one of half a dozen finalists in the national "Miss Pears" competition. No she didn't win - but she returned richer by a cheque for £200

Playing his part in the development of Tottington's adults of the future is Joseph Lofthouse, who last year became the headmaster of Tottington High School, which has 850 pupils. He was previously head of Haslingden Country Secondary School. (Thirty years later I almost applied for a job as an IT teacher at this school - who knows what would have happened - when I knew my former mentor had applied I withdrew my application)

Tottington's oldest resident, Whitefield born Mrs Edith Brooks celebrated her 100th birthday las August. She is seen here with Sister Barbara, Sister in charge of Hollymount Convent.

At Dob Lane Head, the Printer's Arms is a reminder of Tottington's calico printing industry

Nelson Hargreaves is a boot and shoe repairer and a clogger - one of only four he believes still operating in Lancashire. Not that he makes many clogs these days - they've tended to become a luxury, their cost prohibitive in relation to mass produced footwear

Tottington was in the parish of Bury until 1799 when the parish church of St Anne was built.

Devoting much of their spare time to voluntary community work are these five girls from Tottington High School, left to right Deborah Kay, Karen Norbury, Linda Bell, Karen Haslam, and Shirley Mason. Deborah has single handed organised parties for pensioners and the other girls form a singing group entertaining at in youth clubs and children's homes.

Allan Barton - arguably the the happiest and best known man in town - is the reason that Tottington's so tidy. Starting his daily clean sweep at 7.30 am, he's been a member of Tottington's Brass Band for thirty-three years and a parish bell-ringer for forty. He became Tottington's road sweeper twenty years ago and takes a justifiable pride in his work. Nobody passes him without a word or a wave - and you'd have to travel a long way to meet a man more content with his lot. (Even though this is 1980, I recall Allan sweeping the streets, must have been 15 years before this. My Mother and Grandmother always spoke to him.)

The Old Town Hall built as Tottington Hall in the last century on the site of a previous hall which dates back to before1500. It was bought by the UDC in 1918 for £2,750 for use as council headquarters. (The bottom left hand pair of windows was the library - Market Street runs behind. The War Memorial is to the left.)

Now Eighty-Seven William Read (Extreme right) established his greengrocery business in Tottington in 1917. In 1947 he retired handing over to his son Frank ( seen here with his wife Dorothy). More than thirty years later. However William is still to be found helping the shop on most days, unable to stay away! Now Frank and Dorothy in turn nearing retirement. Succeeding them will be Graham Wilkinson (extreme left) who joined the business as an errand boy straight from school. ( My Grandfather Frank was on great terms with Bill, most mornings, 6.30ish, disappeared up Stormer Hill to the village to buy "Cat's pieces" for the cat. My mother boiled them for the cat - it seemed all day! The whole house smelled(smelt) of boiled fish. No wonder I feel at home in Fleetwood!)

Terraced Tottington, Bury Road.

The Old Lock up. The present Old Dungeon Inn is not the original one - that was a few yards from the lock up and is now two cottages. (more pictures and info here.)

Originally a boy's school, the building of Hollymount Convent was ought by the Sisters Charity of Jesus and Mary in 1888. It was then renovated and enlarged to provide a convent and a home for orphaned and and deprived children, and a chapel was added - serving for mny years as the Roman Catholic Parish Church. The children's home closed in the late 1950's and in 1961 the premises re-opened as a home for aged women accepting anyone recommended as in need of a home by the Social Services., regardless of religion. - Catholics number no more than half. A 350 pupil primary school is attached to the school and that too, is open to all. (Many of my friends went here, They seemed to be Catholics, lived on the "new" estate by Brookhouse. Gerard and David Brooks, we just seemed to play football using the pylon at the bottom of a nearby field as goalposts)

When he's not running the electrical business founded by his father in 1952. Peter Duckworth is organist at St Anne's Parish Church. (This business was opposite the printer Arms if I recall correctly)

Retired librarian and and keen local historian, Mrs Gladys Coupe is the author of a booklet "Tottington - the Growth and Development of a Lancashire Industrial Village" (obtainable from Bury Library or the Portico Library, Manchester 80p) She is particularly concerned about the future of the former Town Hall - "its an historic site and it is very sad to see the way it's being neglected."( I recall her being the Librarian "on duty" whenever I went in. The library was on the lefthand side of the hall. Always seemed polished and felt that you had permission to go in. The desk was against the window. The childrens' section was through a door at the end of the main library - seemed a real privilege to be able to look at the books in the "adult" section. There was like a "bookish" smell about the place - always seemed to be squeeky in the shoe department!)

Long term residents of Greenmount are Cyril Hampson and his wife Phyllis. He was chairman of the UDC in 1951-2. and upon its demise in 1974 he wrote a brief history of Tottington (now out of print). A retired paper-mill chief chemist, he is a long serving member of the Halle Society Committee, sharing his love of music with his wife - a direct descendent of the 16C. poet Edmund Spenser (My Grandmother was extremely friendly with these two. Goes back to childhood I suspect. The both served as air-raid warden s together. The used to live behind Nabbs House in Greenmount. I visited many times with my mother and Grandmother. It was not too far a walk from the school in Greenmount.)

Enjoy!

The Punjab and Sind at 1900 approx from a missionary standpoint

This page is made up of scans from a variety of books in my possession. The are dated from approximately 1880 to 1900+. The main source of reference relates to Robert Clark.

I have also included copies of photos in my possession they can be found here.

Feel free to copy and download any of the pictures. Although I believe I own some sort of copywrite I would love to have a link back to these pages.

The clergy at the Consecration of Bishop Lefroy 1899

The key to the photo above. Robert Clark has the long forking beard, centre right.

Lord Lawrence, Sir Herbert Edwardes, Rev H Perkins, General Reynell Taylor, Colonel Martin

Punjab Christian Schools

Map of Punjab and Sind,  Afghan Border

Punjab Missionaries

 

New Testament Revision Commitee

Missionary Converts

Brucefield - Truro

Brucefield

This is linking 2011 with the 1920's to '30's.
I have the good fortune that my father made diaries of the times he spent in Cornwall as a child. His parents died young and he was brought up with his sister Lucy by his two maiden aunts, Edith and Grace Rodgers, known as Tig and T'Edith.  (A page will be dedicated to these two) Both children were sent away to boarding school and spent their summers in Cornwall. Both at "Brucefield" in Truro and then "Sundew Cottage" in St Agnes. I do believe that Bruciefield must have been sold for the Aunts to move to Sundew. I do recall visiting Sundew as a child with my parents in the early 1950's. I do recall eating toast that my father made for me - cut into soldiers. It may have been my first serious encounter with marmalade. We visited for quite a few years after that.

My aunts lived a frugal existence.  Edith loved to paint and I accompanied her on many of her little trips with her water colours about the local countryside. Sadly they both died and a link with Cornwall was broken.

The spirit of Cornwall never left my father and we made several visits back. We shared the driving - the traffic was horrific the, we normally made a stop around Wells. I worked at Lanhydrock House for a summer. I never visited again until my wife and I visited the Eden Project in the early 2000's.

It did seem familiar visiting it this July (2011). I was very hesitant knocking on the door. I knew it was a rented holiday property now. The people could not have been more delightful and after their initial shock and wondering about my story could not have been more charming. The ambience of Brucefield is clearly still there. There is information on the wall about Roberts the next owner. I have the address of the current owner and I intend to write in the near future.

The scanned pictures from the diaries and the photographs are in the Datastore here.  There are more photographs of Sundew to be added as well as St Agnes and the church

The cover to the Diary - I think this is Edith's writing

The entrance to "Brucefield" now

This is the photo from the garden. As you can see there is no balustrade around the porch
There is a photo showing this in the Datastore and below

Quite possibly a similar shot as the previous photo - Showing balustrade Koko clearly in charge

My Dad's first job

My father could get extremely hot under the collar about injustice. He must have been extremely irate about the condition of the school to even consider saying anything publicly let alone to the newspapers. I hadn't realised that he had been at the school longer than "Billy" Orrell. Got to admit that I don't think he had much time for the man. This is a paper clipping from the "News Chronicle" Wednesday, October the 5th 1955. He must have been in something like the second year of teaching - he loved the kids dearly. I know my father left the school later. I do not think the condition of the school had too much to do with the move. He did get an excellent reference from Billy Orrell in the end.

 

Walshaw School 1955

This is the transcript of the article:

BRITAIN SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THIS

Every day a cracked bell summons 180 chilren at Walshaw, near Bury, behind the high, prison like walls of a school that has been described as a "disgrace"

It is the Church of England villiage school and no one has a good word to say about it. After narrowly rejecting a suggestion by Major W.S.Cain that the school is in such a disgraceful condition that that it should be closed immediately, Rossendale Education Executive  is sending a deputation to discuss the matter with the school managers.

One of the executive members , Coun. W.H.Nuttall said he found it hard to believe that the children were being educated in such a disgraceful building.

The headmaster Mr. William Orrell who had been at the school for 2 years said: " The lavatories are grim. One of the roofs is dangerous but repairs are in hand."

"The County Council are responsible for the interior decorationbut I expect that they don't think that it is worthwhile doing that until the school managers have done the exterior repairs."

"An unsuccessful attempt was made to get a separate dining room. The food attracts rats and mice. But I think there are schools that are just as bad."

Staff Comment

One of Mr. Orrell's Staff, Mr Andrew Martyn-Clark, added "I have seen the school deteriorating during the three years I have been here. It has got galloping consumption."

The Rev. A.H.Phillips, Vicar of Walshaw and chairman of the school managers declined to make any comment.

"The picture above is an enlargement from the school hall picture (left). One of the Masters, Mr Andrew Martyn-Clark, shows a patch of paintwork peeling from a wall. In the hall children are taught in the dull atmosphere of this decaying room."

Notes: The Orrells were a local family of some note, they occupied Turton Tower at one point in their history. A web search will find many links with the Orrells and Walshaw.

Rev A.H. Phillips seems to have disappeared into the mists of time as far as the internet is concerned. It seems he may have gone abroad!

However Councillor Nuttall fares little better in the excerpt from the Rossendale free press

"DESPITE protests from parents, Cowpe Primary School was to close and the pupils were to be transferred to Waterfoot. This was confirmed by Rossendale Divisional Education Executive by 13 votes to nine, after a vain bid to save the school by Councillor W H Nuttall. He said it was causing a great deal of concern in the village, but councillors said pupils could travel to nearby Waterfoot School instead." Dated July 1956

Major Cain was at the withdrawal of  "B Company"  from the beach at Dunkirk. There is information here. My father was also at Dunkirk - I wonder if they ever spoke. It was very raw in my father's mind - possibly all his life.

The Greenmount Primary School years

1956?

1960?

Two more pictures of my class at Greenmount. Pretty sure that the "youngest" of them was when we were in Mrs Meadley's class, which makes us juniors. That must have been close to the year she set fire to the Christmas tree. I do recall being a very small person then. I cannot even remember anyone else at the school. We could only play in the small persons playground. I recall lessons occasionally being outside.  For some strange reason I have really natty socks. It seems that Alan Read and I shared heavy head syndrome. Never managed to stamp it out - some of my students still have it!  The photo on the top right must be dated about 1960, We all look faintly superior as if nothing could touch us. I can recall some of the names. On the back row: don't recall the chap at the far left, me, Timothy Burrill, Alan Taylor, Martin Capstick.

A Postcard from Greenmount

 The middle row, the three big lads in the middle were Alan Read, Paul Hassell, Peter Jones? - not quite clear about the surname, and Jack Tebay - I believe Jack rode a motorbike from Australia or something. I can only recall he had the best den ever. He taught me how to shoot an air-rifle. I shot a hole in his dad's best bucket and he was absolutely livid. I also stood on a nail in his best den ever and it came all the way through my foot. Either my mother didn't believe me or she thought I should be able to handle it! Hurt for months. Life was dangerous around Jack. I spent a lot of time with Alan Read, went back to his house a couple of times - I believe he worked on the milk in the mornings.  I don't remember the girls, there was a Helen, Jane Rowland, pretty sure she must have been there, my Grandmother taught her piano, Christine Ashworth. Stayed away from them!

The outdoor toilets are right behind Martin, a door slammed against my hand and I lost a nail. They were freezing. In fact the photo has an air of freezing about it! The toilets have now been knocked down - If you revisit the school it's about the only thing that's changed in 50 years!

The postcard dates from about the same time. The top left photo is from the middle of the road between the school and the Bulls Head pub looking towards Bury down Brandlesholme road. The 5 white panels on the left were the Railway bridge. The train still ran when I was at school. Just beyond was a sweet shop. They had identical twin girls who were at the school for a while, further down on the left the white building was the Nab's Head pub, worked there over a Christmas. The top right picture looks toward Greenmount. The church on the left is the Congregational church where some of my Lomax ancestors are buried. The majority of the the fields are now covered in houses. The bungalow was owned by an elderly couple called Bradshaw, just below that was our garden. and a little bit further on was Brookhouse farm which was connected to the Quaker movement.

The bottom left photo is from Turton road. The big building in the middle is Hollymount Convent. Greenmount is to the right. The bottom right picture is from right outside the Bulls Head facing what was known as the finger post which leads towards Hawkshaw and Ramsbottom. Peel tower is clearly seen. To the left is the Church and to the right is the Co-op. Alan Read lived in the houses to the left. Jack Tebay lived very close to church on the left. I actually think he had a pond outside his back door too. A den and a pond!  The middle photo is looking straight up to the church. The Bulls Head clearly on the left, and the school on the right. The Nabs Head was just below. I always wondered why it was the only building at a tilt in the whole village! The cricket club is on the left. More photos here, not much has changed. Added some pictures in the datastore of the school now - not much has changed

We are visiting Cornwall

Feock, Friends Meeting House

Dug out a beautiful postcard of Feock. Its on the opposite side of the county to which my father normally visited. The actual picture shows the "Come-to-Good" Quakers meeting house. I think the picture must have been taken in 1937, this is one year later than the Francis Frith pictures. This picture is from a different angle than those. There is a very full description at the Genuki website. I do not recall any visits to Feock with my father, but certainly St Just and Trellisick. Visited the Eden centre and hope to return this summer. There are many memories to publish from Perranporth and also St Agnes.The Meeting House was built in 1710, was in use up to 1993, still stands and is under the patronage of the National Trust.Lately I visited the Burial Ground at Sunbrick in Cumbria. This is where Margaret Fox was buried in 1702. There are several inconsistencies in the 2 inscriptions there.

My direct ancestor - my mother

Pat Lomax and "the gang"

reverse

My mother was most certainly social. She went to London to study music and like her son, found the man(I found a woman!) to spend the rest of her life with. The big city seemed to suit her. However she returned to Tottington via (Whitelegg Street) Woolfold near Bury, and settled back into the family residence of Brookhouse, just inside Tottington by virtue of being the Tottington side of the stream. But of course she was a great tennis player and represented her university at Wimbledon. The pictures below, I guess are separated by about 15 years. The names are quite familiar to me - and I met these people quite frequently as I grew up.  I really do remember Basil, his second name was Brown. He and his wife, Barbara had 3 children and I spent a lot of time with them. Nicholas the oldest became the proprietor of the hardware shop opposite the library. I think he was older than me. Tim was a good cricketer, don't recall any representative honours, but I recall that he was linked with Lancashire Cricket club in his teens. There was a sister too, Zoe - quite a bit younger than me. We spent a lot of time going up the "cat steps" to see "Nick and Tim". I recall my Dad looking after the garden when they went away on holiday. There was a Xylophone in the garage, which we all seemed to manage to make noise on.
They had quite a big garden with a pond in it at the top by the main road. There was a large lawn with a crab apple tree overhangit. My mother used to take the crab apples and make jelly. Invariably us kids threw them at each other - which used to seriously peeve her. Their house was at the top of the path that led from the "Cat Steps" and their drive led onto Turton Road. There was a little side entrance half way up the drive. No idea what happened to them. I suspect that Nick, Tim and Zoe are still around.

I suspect this photo must have been taken around 1940. I would also suspect that these were all Bury Grammar School ex pupils too. I recall the women in the photo more clearly Brenda was a particular friend, she had a daughter called Pamela who I was expected to play with! We went round to Vera's house quite regularily - I could find it now if I had to. Don't really remember Hazel. My mother and I walked everywhere. It was quite a while before the family had a car.

Pat Martyn-Clark - Tennis prizes

My mother was married at this time, also smoked, you can see a cigarette in her hand. I also remember this extremely garish dress. Most of her clothes she made herself, with my Gran's help, She was really quite frugal. However she played for Bury Tennis club and we had a mantelpiece and a cupboard full of cups. She played at a high standard and was really competitive. She also had a fearsome grip, this   may have been because she used a man's racket. She bought a Dunlop Maxply every year.

I recall Betty Ray being her partner in the Ladies doubles. The names of Gordon McNeill and Gordon Hargreaves were also familiar. She called them the "two Gordons"  I suspect that all four of them played mixed doubles too. I was never sure of what my father made of this tennis malarkey. Got to admit I never thought about it. He was quite a loner, good runner in his time, I'm told. He was an avid reader, liked classical music on the radio and worked on his lessons. I suspect he would not have wasted his time. There's time to do a mini biography on my father. There are some more pictures of Pat's early days here