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!
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
16th 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!
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.) |
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. |
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 |
Tottington was in the parish of Bury until 1799 when the parish church of St Anne was built. |
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.) |
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