tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38974314921854444272024-03-13T05:29:55.198-07:00nearly-midnightLoosely based on my family history, hopefully to have a more historical theme to it. Please feel free to download any photographs that you find interesting. The photographs have been reduced in size and quality! Please acknowledge them in the comments box. Continuing to add some more information all the time and tweak the design. Bit more colour too. Plenty more photos and information to add. Now living in a Linux world. Its making life so much easier!Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-54444841020589160522019-06-04T08:46:00.000-07:002019-07-06T13:45:26.209-07:00Mills Genealogy - back from Oliver John <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Much due is, Tina Webb and Ancestry. I think there one 100's old my immediate (my wife) family. This is her Ellen Marsh. Marriage to Ernest Mills, Later one Edwin Baker.(1920).<br />
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Ellen Marsh /Mills/Baker 1857 - 1959</div>
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Roda Louisa Mills 1879 - 1952</div>
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Arthur Ernest Mills 1882 - 1901</div>
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Harriet Ann Mills 1882 - 1997</div>
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Alice Rosina Mills 1885- 1952</div>
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Stephen J Mills 188- 1901</div>
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Herbert Mills 1991-</div>
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Oliver John 1893 - 1975</div>
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-76294132083286648752014-03-02T04:00:00.000-08:002014-12-23T04:47:37.289-08:00Old Tottington Photographs-postcards<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Managed to purchase three old photographs of Tottington on the web. I believe they are all dated about 1900. There is a little history behind each one, hopefully others will add to them too. Apologies to anyone who bid against me, I was determined to own them! Do not hesitate to download or copy them. I have considerably better scans than the one's on the web. Please ask if you intend to publish them!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The reverse of this picture says "Market Street, Tottington.<br />
Apart from the cobbled street, Tottington Village hasn't really changed muctoo much. Picture courtesy of Elizabeth Hayhurst.<br />
It was printed by Nostagia ink. I fancy the original, which I don't have is a photo. _ It will have been Sepia. I can find limited references to "Nostalgia Ink" and no refeferences to "Elizabeth Hayhurst" that seem to be remotely likely. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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The comments seem quite correct - the left hand side of the road has not altered.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a scan of a postcard in my possession. It looks like the camera was positioned on the right-hand side of Stormer Hill looking towards Greenmount. The line of trees are at the side s of the stream that runs from left to right from under Brookhouse Bridge. The Building right in the centre is Brookhouse farm - the home of the Wood family. Just toe left out of view would be the little community of Brookhouse. Behind the big tree on the left a faint outline of path winds to Fishers Farm. Henry Fisher used to deliver our milk when we lived at Brookhouse. I went to school with his son. A faint outline of Holcombe Hill reveals Peel Tower. This was opened in 1852. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peel Tower again in the background. My guess is that it was taken from above Turton road. I am assuming these houses are positioned on Turton Road. The road runs right into Tottington. At the bottom of the valley the stream runs left to right, from Two Brooks reservoir past Bottoms Hall past Brookhouse and appears in the photo above this one. The middle of the picture shows Hollymount Convent - It has a strange past - there are many researchers on the case. Strangely the back of the postcard reads "From Fred Lomax with his regards" How very odd - How did this photo finds its way to Oslo from Tottington?</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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I may add to this posting - I just wanted to add the pix. I think I also need to add links into the important pages it relates too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tottington Station, My Guess early 50's. It was certainly photographed from on top of the bridge that heads towards the lodges. The 2 squarish buildings belonged to a foundary. That road was unadopted and was always rutted. The houses on the top right went straight to the bottom of whitehead Gardens past St Annes Church. My mother was born on this street. As you went left you could turn up past the foundary onto a playing field which was just below the library. The tennis courts are still there too. This was a short cut from Brookhouse. If you down load the picture you can see an outline of houses. This is the rear of Laural street where the secondary modern school was built. The railway line in the picture goes to Holcombe brook to the right and down to Bury on the left. I don't remember the station, but I must have seen it. You can still see the third rail in the track.</td></tr>
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com1Tottington, UK53.616189 -2.342527000000018253.5785105 -2.4232080000000185 53.6538675 -2.261846000000018tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-66300149786193646152014-01-01T03:35:00.000-08:002014-01-01T03:35:51.435-08:00January the First 2014<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Published the old college handbook at <a href="http://jol-datastore.blogspot.co.uk/2013/12/blackpool-college-of-technology-and-art.html" target="_blank">here</a>. One or two familiar faces if you look carefully. There is more old college memorabilia in the offing!<br />
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-84570428480278134412013-11-25T15:14:00.001-08:002014-12-23T08:34:02.208-08:00Greenmount Railway station<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Really quite unsure of where to put this picture, but I settled for Nearly -Midnight. The station was still there when I first went to Greenmount Primary School. I can remember just being on a train on this line when I was very small. They finished <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenmount_railway_station" target="_blank">running passenger trains</a> in 1952! The goods traffic continued until 1963 - All the way through my primary years and beyond. This picture certainly shows the station in use. I seem to think the train is coming this way. That is from Holcombe Brook to Tottington and possibly all the way into Bury. The line looks due north from here. The shadows are from the east. This seems to suggest a fairly early in the morning summery day as the leaves are on the trees. The children are not in school, perhaps its a Saturday!<br />
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The bridge is still there, at least this half certainly is. The ramp that descends to the station is still there too, it does not quite look the same.<br />
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The building at the top is the school, it has not changed at all - even
inside. On my next visit back I will try and photograph from the same
place. The station was knocked down quite quickly I think, but the
railway lines were left for ages. For us lads it was a challenge to see
how far we could walk along the track. There are more pictures to add
very shortly. There was another way off the station from where the two
girls were. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4d0N9oh9czM/UppZihJORvI/AAAAAAAAI4g/9QQo2YGFHL4/s1600/greenmount+station+60%27sweb.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4d0N9oh9czM/UppZihJORvI/AAAAAAAAI4g/9QQo2YGFHL4/s1600/greenmount+station+60'sweb.jpeg" height="402" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The angle of this picture is almost identical to the one above - only about 60 years on!<br />
Even before this became an "official" path the railway line was used to get from Greenmount to Tottington. The track the other-side of the bridge was not filled in then.</td></tr>
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The line went through the bridge and continued to Holcombe Brook. The picture below is really "the end of the line", difficult to know quite when it was taken. I suspect the middle to late 60's<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Holcombe Brook terminus - sidings<br />
I think the houses are probably the backs of Longsite road.</td></tr>
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I do recall gettting on a train here - an electic one I think with my mother. This is Sunnywood Station. Roughly half way between tottington and Woolfold where we lived, we were probably visiting friends. Mrs Bently I guess she lived very close to the railway. The station is completely buried under modern housing now<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SQp8ANSNDeE/Up5RuJDSl8I/AAAAAAAAI5I/WMTDYfPWomo/s1600/sunnywood+station+web.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SQp8ANSNDeE/Up5RuJDSl8I/AAAAAAAAI5I/WMTDYfPWomo/s640/sunnywood+station+web.jpeg" height="410" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunnywood Halt<br />
I think this is looking south towards Bury from Tottington. The main road would be to the right of the railway.<br />
There are more photos <a href="http://www.railbrit.co.uk/location.php?loc=Bury%20and%20Tottington%20District%20Railway" target="_blank">here</a> as well as more information about the line.</td></tr>
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So I wanted to bring it bang up to date so this is how Greenmount railway station looked at the end of March 2014<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking down the "railway track" I was standing on the bridge that used to be here.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking back up the track. This is a very similar shot to the first and second Black and White ones.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A shot of my old school I would be standing on the bridge here.</td></tr>
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Unless any more photos turn up. I will probably not be visiting here again - blog wise that is!</div>
Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0Greenmount, Bury, UK53.624493851115467 -2.336914222228983853.623316851115469 -2.3394357222289837 53.625670851115466 -2.334392722228984tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-14850032062741027332013-06-03T14:41:00.000-07:002013-06-03T14:41:48.350-07:00Jalsa Salana 2012<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had the good fortune to meet the head of the<a href="http://www.alislam.org/" target="_blank"> Ahmadiyya</a> community several times, I met him in his private office and we had a deep conversation about my Great Grandfather Henry Martyn-Clark. I found him deep, sincere and extremely likeable man, very knowledgeable about my family. Great charisma and a worthy leader. Liked him a lot. My host was anxious about the meeting, for him it was the culmination of research and he must have been desperate for it to go well - It did. I visited the Ahmadiyya community display and was extremely impressed and of course visited the mosque, not once but twice. We were very much aware that our Great Grandfather's were at loggerheads - for me I feel that our respective differences have been truly buried!<br />
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">His Holiness Mirza Masroor Ahmad,
Khalifa-tul Masih V and </span><br style="font-weight: normal;" /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Jol Martyn-Clark the Great Grandson of Henry Martyn-Clark</span></h3>
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I made a promise to my host that I would speak at Jalsa Salana 2012, about my Great Grandfather - I immediately said yes - then thought what the... Great honour of course. Many thoughts coursed through my mind, most of them help!<br />
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I was in the company of very interesting and knowledgble people and an opportunity that would not come again. It was the very last day of the Olymics in London when I caught the train to Alton. Greeted at the station, and transported to Jalsa. Proceedings did not start till later in the day. There were many speeches before mine, all interesting of course. The huge tent filled and I suppose I was left to the very end. His Holiness took the central podium and the air became electric with anticipation - This is not good for the nerves. My host said just read the speech and take your time! (the best advice!) I was called. This is the speech I read:<br />
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Your Holiness, my
friends,</div>
<span style="background-color: #ffe599;">
</span><div class="western" style="background-color: #ffe599; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
I am the Great Grandson
of Henry Martyn-Clark. He is perhaps infamous in the history of your
faith, but I would like to tell you a little more about his
background , his character and achievements. Then my perceptions and
finally a little about myself and my father.</div>
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Henry was adopted by
the Reverend Robert Clark and his wife in 1875. It is thought that he
was left outside the Reverend Clark’s mission in 1875 in Peshawar.
It is believed that Reverend and Mrs Clark has just lost their first
born child. He was known to be an Afghan. I suggest that the name
Henry Martyn was in acknowledgement and affection for Henry Martyn,
the the Priest and Missionary whose life influenced Robert Clarks’s
mission. May I point out that the Clarks had eleven children, I
think. It is thought from my own family history that some of these
were also adopted local children. I am indeed in touch with the
grandson of another of Henry’s brothers.
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Henry was educated at
Edinburgh University and he obtained his Medical Doctors degrees in
1881. At the same time he also passed his divinity qualifications to
become a missionary. This was achieved by the age of 24. At the same
time he also courted a Scottish girl, Mary Emma Ireland. They married
in January 1882.</div>
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In February the same
year Henry and his new bride of 12 days set off to join his father in
Amritsar to work as a Medical Missionary. The same journey that his
Father and his new bride took about 30 years previously.
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In 1882 his eldest son
was born, Walter Martyn-Clark and in 1887 my Grandfather Robert Eric
Noel Martyn-Clark was born, he was born on Christmas day. Both sons
were born in Amritsar. They became doctors, qualified at Edinburgh
University too – there does seem to be a pattern appearing here! I
do not know when they qualified or even returned to India. They were
caught up in the Great War as Medical men – both returned to
Edinburgh on Henry's death in 1916.</div>
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Henry had returned to
the UK in the years 1892 where he presented a paper on Malaria – he
had mentioned the mosquito as the cause, but there was no evidence to
support this, I still have the publication as well as letters from
Herbert Morton Stanley's wife. Henry had also produced a Punjabi to
English dictionary too. He was certainly in London in 1893 to report
to a Royal Commission on the use of opium. I must presume that he
returned to Amritsar at this time. His father wasn't well.
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In 1897 Henry
Martyn-Clark filed a complaint against Hudhoor whom he alleged had
plotted to murder him. Hudhoor behaved impeccably believing rightly
that the truth was above the lies perpetrated towards him.
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Robert Clark died in
1900, Henry was present at his death. It is difficult to know when
Henry returned to Edinburgh. He did lecture at Edinburgh University
on Tropical diseases, He also had an extensive medical practice too.
He died buried in the Dean Cemetery. For a man who had a large
influence in India and Scotland it really is a little sad and lonely.
I did not discover the grave until quite recently -
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Henry had dissolved
into the mists of time. However I did feel drawn to it by a higher
power.</div>
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As I was hunting down
my late Great Grandfather, little did I realise that my soon to be
friend Asif, was also on my trail! I had known that someone had
requested a photo of Henry's grave. I had a friend request from him,
an email too. Well he's an excellent researcher and also very
persuasive. He visited me in Lytham, interviewed me and persuaded me
to visit London. I visited the exhibition, also both Mosques, but the
highlight was an audience with his Holiness. Very difficult to put in
words what I felt. A depth of feeling, warmth and understanding I
have never felt before. Here was a good man, a great leader.
Sincerity with humility. I was shaken – I still am. I returned for
the peace conference. We spoke again. I had the same feelings. As I
do now.
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<span style="background-color: #ffe599;">
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I wish to bring the
history a little up to date. My father was the male influence in
life. I was privileged to know him for 30 years. He spoke little of
his parents, he like me had never met Henry. He was educated at
boarding school and he and his sister only saw their parents during
school holidays. His own father died when he was 7 and his mother
when he was 9. He was adopted by his mother's sisters - in Cornwall
- they had been nurses in the Punjab too. He was a restless chap,
intelligent and articulate – he had started his degree in
Horticulture when the Second World War broke out: He signed up
immediately – he wanted to go East! And he got his wish! Captured
by the Japanese incarcerated with the Ghurkas, most people content to
survive, my father had learned their language. It was to become
useful. Surviving the war with a gift for languages and immense
frustration and a couple of false starts he became a primary school
teacher. He loved the job – children loved him but there was always
something missing – a deeper need. In the late 50's fuelled by
political circumstances, education extended to those with
disabilities and difficulties. My father saw this as his vocation. As
a remedial teacher he was working in schools in Bury and Manchester.
There was tremendous growth in the Asian population at this time.
They were astounded and not a little suspicious to find a white man
talking in their own language. He was taken to their hearts!
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On his early death, the
community built a memorial garden in his honour. I together with my
mother and wife were guests at the opening. Sadly the school is no
longer there.
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I have returned to the
beginning, Shocked and very pleasantly surprised by the reception I
have had. Never dreamed that I would find out so much. The internet
is such a fantastic place. So perhaps a few words about myself.
Qualified as an engineer, worked for a large electronics company,
again like my father became very restless, entered teaching and soon
became concerned with those learners with disabilities and
difficulties. Wanting to know more, qualified as a Dyslexia teacher
from Edinburgh University. Currently working at Blackpool and the
Fylde college coordinating support as a Specialist Support Tutor.
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I am indebted to you all. Love for all and Hatred for none has been
theme in my own family and will continue to be so.
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It does indeed feel strange to put this in print - but events overtook me. I suppose that I really wanted to know more about my family and got far more than I bargained for - still coming to terms with it.
Here are pictures of the event:<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUhAlwMO0FQ/Ua0MBHBMNjI/AAAAAAAAGaw/RK98FTnE_N0/s1600/speech1web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUhAlwMO0FQ/Ua0MBHBMNjI/AAAAAAAAGaw/RK98FTnE_N0/s320/speech1web.jpg" width="211" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During the speech</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Behind us is sitting the speakers who have spoken,<br />This is clearer in the lower pictures</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the right, against the wall are the speakers who made speeches<br /> throughout the afternoon. I was one of the later speakers.</td></tr>
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It would be good to return, just to soak up the atmosphere. Much of the speech above is contained in the website.<br />
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-65568267621239100222013-05-28T00:54:00.000-07:002019-07-06T13:47:19.264-07:00Walter Ireland Foggo Martyn-Clark at Ardentinny<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wedh5yhnRzE/UaUpA0ka06I/AAAAAAAAGX8/xLawmP2QBG4/s1600/Walter+and+Ericweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wedh5yhnRzE/UaUpA0ka06I/AAAAAAAAGX8/xLawmP2QBG4/s320/Walter+and+Ericweb.jpg" width="222" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Picture of Walter as a young boy:<br />
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Walter Ireland Martyn-Clark was the elder son of Henry Martyn-Clark. Also a doctor he recieved his medical degrees from Edinburgh University. He was born in Amritsar. He travelled extensively. He became the incumbent doctor at the Mount at Ardentinny in Scotland. I will revise this page when I get time with dates and places.These are the pictures from Ardentinny.<br />
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Here is a picture taken of the two brothers in India. Walter is the elder and Eric is to the right.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The reverse of the photo, clearly <br />
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Walter was born in Amritsar on the 15th of November 1882. He obtained his degree from Edinburgh Medical school 20th October 1906. Married Mary A Kendall on the 9th of March 1911 on the George the IV in Edinburgh. I know he served out in Africa during the war - He was there at his fathers death. His mother died at Ardentinny.<br />
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He died in Luton in 1943, no idea why he was there at all.<br />
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As shown on the Photos below he had a daughter Daphne Martyn-Clark - I believe she married a Terence Hicks and lived in Roehampton<br />
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They are from a small booklet I have. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUm-RJAGOj8/UaRfbTHbBnI/AAAAAAAAGWw/iNqsezaXs2Q/s1600/Ardentinny+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AUm-RJAGOj8/UaRfbTHbBnI/AAAAAAAAGWw/iNqsezaXs2Q/s320/Ardentinny+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Steamer at Ardentinny</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KDBrpl2qiQ/UaRfbwm_FWI/AAAAAAAAGW4/XpKQoUtxncU/s1600/Ardentinny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7KDBrpl2qiQ/UaRfbwm_FWI/AAAAAAAAGW4/XpKQoUtxncU/s320/Ardentinny.jpg" width="224" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure of the view or the location, Perhaps its looking back at the Mount.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvIj7DLEdcs/UaRfa1HAhnI/AAAAAAAAGWs/5rMBLKAooOo/s1600/Daphne+Andrew+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvIj7DLEdcs/UaRfa1HAhnI/AAAAAAAAGWs/5rMBLKAooOo/s320/Daphne+Andrew+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daphne and my Father<br />
Daphne was the only child of Walter and Aunt Nell.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoGciT_HLa4/UaRfm6zOwYI/AAAAAAAAGXE/M5S-L4NJo8I/s1600/Daphne+Andrew+unknown+woman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QoGciT_HLa4/UaRfm6zOwYI/AAAAAAAAGXE/M5S-L4NJo8I/s320/Daphne+Andrew+unknown+woman.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I called this mystery woman, but<br />
as I look at it it seems that it is probably Aunt Nell</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4X_7KSR9Pk/UaRft7qkOBI/AAAAAAAAGXU/TFiw3h1C2M4/s1600/Daphne+Andrew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="258" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4X_7KSR9Pk/UaRft7qkOBI/AAAAAAAAGXU/TFiw3h1C2M4/s320/Daphne+Andrew.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daphne and my father are between the two girls. <br />
I have no idea who they may be - possibly local. There were no close family members of this age.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0ZZrvHpk0/UaRfpqD1w_I/AAAAAAAAGXM/OBEnFQa8vYE/s1600/Walter+m-c+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7A0ZZrvHpk0/UaRfpqD1w_I/AAAAAAAAGXM/OBEnFQa8vYE/s320/Walter+m-c+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This throws the above comment into confusion. Daphne was older than my father. <br />
Yet they seem like family members, Why else would they be on the photo - seem like sisters?</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l1wXR9X9GIw/UaRfzpr_gCI/AAAAAAAAGXc/C6isN1OJ_MU/s1600/Walter+m-c+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l1wXR9X9GIw/UaRfzpr_gCI/AAAAAAAAGXc/C6isN1OJ_MU/s320/Walter+m-c+2.jpg" width="221" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walter and his wife</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yR5_e_9yT0/UaRfzy7HCnI/AAAAAAAAGXg/_0--a31vu9A/s1600/Walter+m-c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3yR5_e_9yT0/UaRfzy7HCnI/AAAAAAAAGXg/_0--a31vu9A/s320/Walter+m-c.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A family gathering.<br />
Daphne in the middle at front - my father far left. <br />
How old would he be 10 to 12 I guess - make the photo about 1935ish.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofjMo2DozsM/UaaM8ADi8zI/AAAAAAAAGYw/hy4pU8hqfTM/s1600/England%2520%2520Wales%2520National%2520Probate%2520Calendar%2520%28Index%2520of%2520Wills%2520and%2520Administrations%29%25201858-1966%2520for%2520Walter%2520Ireland%2520Martyn%2520Clark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ofjMo2DozsM/UaaM8ADi8zI/AAAAAAAAGYw/hy4pU8hqfTM/s320/England%2520%2520Wales%2520National%2520Probate%2520Calendar%2520(Index%2520of%2520Wills%2520and%2520Administrations)%25201858-1966%2520for%2520Walter%2520Ireland%2520Martyn%2520Clark.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A copy of the probate confirming Mary as his widow. <br />
Oddly it mentions Llandudno?</td></tr>
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The writing is my mothers. More research needed. Walter Martyn-Clark would be my Great Uncle. Andrew seemed very fond of Daphne - but he never made any attempt to contact her in later years.</div>
Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-42859220778551411422013-05-27T16:14:00.000-07:002013-05-29T16:15:41.948-07:00Extended the page on Henry Martyn-Clark<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Couple of things to discuss<br />
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1. I have added pictures and an interpretation of Henry's farewell Scroll when he left India to return to Edinburgh. This has always been in the family and it feels extremely odd that it is now being published on the internet. (Feels that something that was private has now become public - secret).<br />
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It is however not for sale or loan. There is a possibility that it will be preserved. As a historical document it is hugely interesting. I will take better pictures of it but a larger file is available should anyone like a copy. Please email.<br />
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2. Thanks for the hits people - there seems to be an increase of interest in this history. I am rather perplexed by the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Martyn_Clark" target="_blank">Wikipedia page</a> that has suddenly appeared - I really would like to thank Dr Muhammad Ali (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Drali1954" target="_blank">Drali1954</a>) for putting this page up. As he is a member of the Ahmadiyya community it's possible we have met. I am sure we could have an interesting time together - perhaps to meet?<br />
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3. Decided to show the photos of Henry's grave here together with my comments. Seems a little appropriate because the page on Henry is about him as a doctor, working and in fact very much alive.<br />
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I have visited 3 times. The first time I was on a works trip to the Glasgow and Edinburgh. This was OK. I knew the grave was in the Dean's cemetery but I had no clue where it was. My feet were drawn almost unerringly to the grave. It is quite a long walk to the Deans from where we were parked in the City Centre. Very oddly I got lost approaching the hill on the other side of the main bridge that led there.<br />
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The only way to the cemetery was across a locked private park, I would have had to walk round otherwise. There was no time for anything other than a quick recce if I did this. At that moment an elderly gent appeared asked me my business in a quiet Scottish voice, I quickly explained and he led me through. I crossed the road to the main gates straight on and to the right I was standing in front of the grave. Not especially a believer in divine providence, but convinced I was helped that day! I took some pictures on the old digital I had. These are not the ones.<br />
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As I put my hand on the gravestone whispered the thanks and the other things you say at moments like this I felt a distinct tingling in my body. It seemed to say thanks for coming - can't explain it. The times I have revisited done the same thing - but the tingling's gone.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There are no clues on the stone. <br />I expected some more information,<br /> it seems a little strange to have no other inscription on the stone. <br />It almost expects it be there.<br /><br />Henry's wife (Mary Eliza (Emma) Ireland lived on for quite a while longer.<br />I believe she moved in with her eldest son in Ardentinny and died there ion the 29th of January 1935</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not to far from the path</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3T_3wq4Z_FE/UaaDJ8jy2HI/AAAAAAAAGYc/0CFA5k2sTy8/s1600/IMG_1536web.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3T_3wq4Z_FE/UaaDJ8jy2HI/AAAAAAAAGYc/0CFA5k2sTy8/s320/IMG_1536web.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quite insignificant, How did I find it?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This view is from just of the path.<br />The main gates are behind me.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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I will revisit, something makes me. My colleague from the Ahmadiyya Community found the grave shortly before me. But he is a better researcher than me!<br />
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Got to continue with my research. I will continue posting in any of the blogs.<br />
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-13895264388800806392012-11-09T09:07:00.000-08:002019-07-06T13:50:12.218-07:00The Animals<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My mother was a local secretary of the local RSPCA - the Bury branch. Many of her friends and the people who visited were local animal mad people. The local vet Peter and Hazel Nutt ( Yes I know... P.Nutt and Hazel Nutt)became firm family friends. This page may develop links that develop, but at the moment, just about the animals that were special to me... especially Wyn. Her full name was Blodwyn, a Welsh white Border Collie. Beautiful dog, wonderful temperament and she was with us all the way through my childhood and even until I went to college. I suspect she must have been about 16 - 18 when she died. She had to be put to sleep on a Christmas eve... Epileptic fit that she never came out of.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wyn - on a beach, probably Cornwall</td></tr>
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However her's was a long and happy life. She was there when I returned
from school to Whitelegge street in Woolfold. Tom had something to do
with her appearance. She was just a very tiny puppy in a basket in front
of the gas fire in the dining room. The floors were covered in
newspaper. Puddles everywhere. I really don't recall any other times at
Woolfold with her. The family were on the move to <a href="http://nearly-midnight.blogspot.co.uk/2010/01/brookhouse-about-1900.html" target="_blank">Brookhouse</a>. <br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hULjbJGXZeA/UJ0xb9jFCwI/AAAAAAAAEXY/1SrbuIxGDss/s1600/janejolwyn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="308" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hULjbJGXZeA/UJ0xb9jFCwI/AAAAAAAAEXY/1SrbuIxGDss/s320/janejolwyn.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wyn, quite young at the back at Brookhouse. That's my Grandmother Jane Lomax and our hero. <br />
The date on the back says 1961 - makes me 11. Wyn will have been about 5. My Dad built the wall.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ej5Ye9X48JM/UJ0xjVLDG3I/AAAAAAAAEXg/YdEUG_yof30/s1600/wynbeachpatweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ej5Ye9X48JM/UJ0xjVLDG3I/AAAAAAAAEXg/YdEUG_yof30/s320/wynbeachpatweb.jpg" width="207" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On a beach with my mother, I guess about the same time as above.<br />
The dog was horribly carsick, I remember her vomiting down the back of his neck.<br />
We used to drive all the way down to Cornwall with the windows open.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nLDBj6jZLro/UJ0xoNcxhEI/AAAAAAAAEXo/EvkqpqtGIX4/s1600/wynfredweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="313" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nLDBj6jZLro/UJ0xoNcxhEI/AAAAAAAAEXo/EvkqpqtGIX4/s320/wynfredweb.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a sheep, - called Fred. He was found as a lamb at the side of a road with very injuries that appeared to be a fox attack. He was patched up by the vet with little hope of survival. My mother spent nights giving him bottles and keeping him warm. Survived, completely comical followed my mother everywhere (Mary had a little....). He had some very odd traits in the house, Vertical jumping, leaping off furniture, butting everything, Wyn seemed to have weighed him up, but the cat and my Aunt were never quite the same. A 5 stone sheep hurtling of a 3 foot settee is indeed quite scary.<br />
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He was a star, and became the club mascot at Derby County FC. <br />
We drove down and we presented the Ram to the club, slap up meal and watched the match from the directors box. Met Brian Clough - seemed a nice chap. I thought the Baseball Ground was very enclosed.Fred the sheep was castrated on the field behind the house by the vet (same vet!)... He just cut off his testicles and threw them to a couple of watching magpies... who ate them as magpies do! I still wince.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXlOMtCRlws/UJ0xswcHXTI/AAAAAAAAEX0/JKi--DQhCS4/s1600/wyntigerweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXlOMtCRlws/UJ0xswcHXTI/AAAAAAAAEX0/JKi--DQhCS4/s320/wyntigerweb.jpg" width="317" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frequently fell asleep with her paw behind her ear, strangely she must have exuded such a gentle aura that even the cat felt quite content to fall asleep with her. I think those are Aunt Irene's legs, definitely taken at Brookhouse.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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We tramped miles together, never really saw her tired, one glorious day we walked past Pilgrims Cross, beyond the Grane and close to Burnley before heading home again. She was a really loyal dog and loved every one. The will be more added about the animals in my life later. </div>
Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-60578656674313196322012-11-08T16:30:00.001-08:002012-11-15T15:08:30.807-08:00Jimmy Cosgrove<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Jimmy Cosgrove was my Aunt Irene's husband, can't recall anyone having a bad word to say about him. A short man but huge in heart and generous to a fault. He'd served his time in the army. He was a chauffeur for the Co-op, took a great deal of pride in his job and his appearance and actually died on the job. My one enduring remembrance is his corgi motorbike, I seem to recall that it took an awful lot of stripping down and rebuilding just to keep going. Perhaps I get my somewhat ready ability to get covered in oil from Jim. He seemed to like my company though and occasionally gave me money to help...<br />
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I have included the conversation from Ancestry - My family tree is public there. I have deleted Paul's email address from the conversation. Any one with any interest can work through me.<br />
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I will be adding to this file when I get chance. It was only by chance that I stumbled on these pictures. His death cast a huge gloom over Brookhouse. It most definitely wasn't the end of an era. But it felt like it to an 8 year old. My Aunt went back to work the day after his death. I doubt that she took the full day off for his funeral. A lot of her reasons to be, had gone with his death.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1911 Census from Ardwick</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim as a young man - must have been pre-war</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7pO0vvrRxQ/UJxEoX3tkrI/AAAAAAAAEVA/BqpXNBRTzwY/s1600/Jim+and+Irene+Cosgrove+scotlandweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7pO0vvrRxQ/UJxEoX3tkrI/AAAAAAAAEVA/BqpXNBRTzwY/s320/Jim+and+Irene+Cosgrove+scotlandweb.jpg" width="314" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The reverse has "Scotland" written on the back.<br />
Possible honeymoon?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The official wedding photo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leaving the church at Tottington. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim and Irene again. <br />
Who are the people in the background?</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFh0IlqZeQQ/UJxEyOoBtBI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/x9UWPzXxysM/s1600/Jim+and+Irene+Cosgroveweb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFh0IlqZeQQ/UJxEyOoBtBI/AAAAAAAAEVQ/x9UWPzXxysM/s320/Jim+and+Irene+Cosgroveweb.jpg" width="246" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is curious, because this looks extremely like South Pier in Blackpool. <br />
The turreted house in the background gives it away. <br />
45 years later I was working at the very same place!</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuX0Qft7Zp4/UJxE04ytRrI/AAAAAAAAEVY/_RhbwtEHS5E/s1600/francis+cosgrove+1891+census.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SuX0Qft7Zp4/UJxE04ytRrI/AAAAAAAAEVY/_RhbwtEHS5E/s320/francis+cosgrove+1891+census.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Francis Cosgrove 1891 Census</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jim with the author "fixing" something, this was at Brookhouse. <br />
Jim seemed to spend a lot of time in the cellar. <br />
When I had a motorbike I spent a lot of time in the cellar too! <br />
Seemed to spend a lot of time wearing girly hats too. Not Jim me...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a "no idea" picture, seems to suggest that this is the works car. <br />
These may well be relatives. Daren't sit on any part of the car now!</td></tr>
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Hi, I'm related to the Cosgrove family & noticed that you have Francis Cosgrove & a few others in your tree.<br />
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I do have some info that may be useful to you.<br />
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Please could you let me know the link to you & the Cosgrove's?<br />
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Hi, An Update.<br />
My Great Grandfather had 2 Children Tom
Lomax, who was my Grandfather, and his sister Irene Lomax. My Great
Aunt. I knew both well we all lived together in Tottington and My
Grandfather moved in with me in Lytham. Irene married James(Jim)
Cosgrove(B. 23 Sept 1897). She was a Further Education teacher at Bury
Tech. Jim was a chauffeur for the COOP. I knew Jim too, he lived at
Tottington with us. He died on the job when I was about 8 I think. I
have to admit that I haven't investigated this side of the family. His
father was Francis (1864) and mother Harriet Burns(1864) I believe they
came from Ardwick in Manchester. Presumably Irish stock! Links
conveniently with my fathers side eventually! Jim was an inveterate
tinkerer, he had a motorbike that he always had in a million bits. I was
his helper! or was it the florin that he managed to produce out of thin
air! I recall he was short. I have photographs of the pair of them. He
was not much taller than Aunt Irene. There were no children. I recall
they married quite late in life. I have the MC. I will update my Public
Tree when I get chance. I think Jim may have had a brother. My mother
Pat Lomax was extremely fond of Irene, but she did not concentrate on
the Cosgroves. There are always corners in the tree that seem to be
overlooked. Hopefully that fills in my link for you.<br />
Happy to do scans and stuff. email or snail mail. Good Hunting! Any info greatfully recieved!<br />
Jol Martyn-Clark - Freezin' St Annes.
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Hi Paul,<br />
Uploaded some Docs to Jim's profile. They are
quite low qual. I have scanned them at huge megs fr my own files, I will
upload some photos of Jim and Irene when I can find them. (already
scanned but on other PC)
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Hi Jol,<br />
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It was great to hear back from you - Cosgrove is
my wifes family - My father in law (Joe Cosgrove) sounds a lot like
James (Jim) - when I say a lot I mean a scary amount!<br />
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I have
quite a lot of info - census docs,a few parish records, plus a map
showing where Shores building and the rubber works were in Ardwick.<br />
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Jim
was the brother of Francis William Cosgrove b circa 1888.- he is the
line to us. I can confirm that FW's parents were Francis & Harriett.
Francis seniors parents were called Thomas & Mary Ann Cosgrove who
came over from Roscommon - I have census info for the family from 1861
so assume they came over around the time of the potato famine<br />
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Rather
than attach these docs to the online profile I'd be happy to send you
copies along with a report from Family Tree Maker that gives you the
line info.<br />
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I can't wait to tell Joe (& his twin brother Jeff!?!) that I've got some more info.<br />
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my email address is @live.com, if you could let me have yours I will fire some info over to you.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Another touch of irony: The librarian where I work comes from Roscommon. He says there are many Cosgroves still there. He suspects it a bit like the Lomax's in Bury. Everyone thinks they are related but unable to figure it out!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Do actually feel that I can upload the maps of Ardwick to the Blog at some point as well as a screen grab of this side of the family</span>. I will be emailing Paul with the web address.<br />
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As mentioned these are the records of Jimmy's war service,<br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><b>The history of
40th Division</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br /><br />This
Division was formed between September and December 1915, composed of
some </span></span><a href="http://www.1914-1918.net/whatbantam.htm"><span style="color: #337799;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><b>bantam</b></span></span></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;">
units and others which had a mixture of regulation-height and shorter
men. The Divisional staff assembled at Stanhope Lines, Aldershot,
early in September 1915 and by December the various units had
concentrated at nearby Blackdown, Pirbright and Woking. </span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;">The Division moved to
France between 2 and 6 June 1916 and by 9 June had concentrated near
Lillers. It then served between June and late October 1916 on the
front near Loos. The 40th Division remained on the Western Front
throughout the rest of the war and took part in the following
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><i><b>1917</b></i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br />The
German retreat to the Hindenburg Line (March) <br />The capture of
Fifteen Ravine, Villers Plouich, Beaucamp and La Vacquerie (April and
early May) <br />The Cambrai Operations, in which the Division
participated in the capture of Bourlon Wood (November)<br /></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><i><b>1918</b></i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br />The
Battle of St Quentin*<br />The Battle of Bapaume*</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><i>*
the battles marked * are phases of the First Battles of the Somme
1918</i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br />The
Battle of Estaires+<br />The Battle of Hazebrouck+</span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><i>+
the battles marked + are phases of the Battles of the Lys </i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br /><br />After
suffering heavy losses during the Battles of the Lys a decision was
taken to reduce the Division down to a cadre. This took place from 2
May. Divisional HQ moved to St Omer to 4 June, then went to
Lederzeele and Renescure (from 23 June). By the middle of the month
all training cadres had left. A number of Garrison Guard Battalions
joined during June and were converted to fighting units. Orders were
received to reorganise the Division and this was completed by mid
July 1918. From 18 July the Division once again took part in active
operations.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><i><b>1918</b></i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><br />The
Final Advance in Flanders, including the Battle of Ypres <br /><br />On
the night 10/11 November the Division was relieved and Divisional HQ
moved to Lannoy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;">The Division moved to
Roubaix on 25 November. Demobilisation proceeded and by mid May 1919
the Division ceased to exist.<br /><br />The Great War cost 40th Division
19179 men killed, wounded or missing. </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
bantam is a fighting cock; small but hardy and aggressive.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
formation of the bantams </span></span></span></span></span>
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1914 the Member of Parliament for Birkenhead, Alfred Bigland, pressed
the War Office for permission to form a battalion of men who were
under regulation size but otherwise fit for service. A few days
later, some 3,000 men had volunteered, many of whom had previously
been rejected as being under height. </span></span></span></span></span>
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original men were formed into the 1st and 2nd Birkenhead Battalions
of the Cheshire Regiment (later redesignated the 15th and 16th Bns).
Other regiments began to recruit similarly: the Lancashire Fusiliers,
West Yorkshires, Royal Scots, and Highland Light Infantry most
notably. Many of the recruits were miners. Eventually these units
were formed into the 35th Division. </span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Another
Division, the 40th, had a mixture of bantam and regulation units,
although it is generally recognised as a bantam formation. </span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, serif;"><b>Allied Victory Medal (Victory Medal)</b></span><span style="font-family: Arial, serif;">
was awarded for service in any operational theatre between 5 August
1914 and 11 November 1918. It was issued to individuals who received
the 1914 and 1914-15 Stars and to most individuals who were issued
the British War Medal. The medal was also awarded for service in
Russia (1919-1920) and post-war mine clearance in the North Sea
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-4701511800898371772012-03-03T13:24:00.000-08:002012-03-03T13:24:33.240-08:00Councillor Fred Lomax JP.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Fred Lomax was an elder brother of my Great Grandfather, Frank Lomax. I never recall meeting him. My mother and her mother Jenny(Jane) Dunn (Lomax) spoke fondly of him. In fact the rest of the Lomax clan were always regarded in high esteem. (Genealogy to follow)<br />
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However it seems that he may have been the only one who held a high elected office in his local council. My Grandfather Tom Lomax worked for local authorities in his capacity as a borough surveyor. Tom was 22 when Fred Lomax was in the chair and he may have been working for Tottington UDC at the time. He designed the "Catsteps" The steps that lead off the road from Stormer hill to Old Kays and thence on to Turton Road. <br />
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However this post is to publish the 1922 yearbook of the Tottington UDC, when Uncle Fred was its chairman.<br />
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The book is pocket size about 8 inches by 4 inches, covered in a cloth covered card board a grey colour. Clearly designed to be used in meetings. It is quite well used the wear on it must have been made by the user(Fred). Lovely bit of memorabilia, my grandmother, Jane Lomax treasured it. <br />
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However the book. It will be transferred to a PDF for download shortly. Can't fail to notice the family resemblance. My grandfather and great grandfather seemed to share some of the family resemblance. But I never saw either of them sporting a moustache ever.... Unlike his distant descendent. <br />
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This page will be updated shortly... I know its awful to leave it like this... but I am sure it is of interest to quite a few people. I will add captions and more info this week.</div>Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-10753270893839286962012-02-12T13:42:00.000-08:002012-02-17T09:20:06.754-08:00Tottington 1980 by Lancashire Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/81501064/Tottington-Lancashire-Life-March-1980" target="_blank"> here</a>. It is a very large file sorry! I will transcribe the rest shortly!<br />
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The start of the transcription starts here: The italics are mine!<br />
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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
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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?”</div>
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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.</div>
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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<sup>th</sup> century poet Edmund Spenser – he of the The Faerie
Queen.</div>
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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
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So you can see that Tottington is a name to be conjured with.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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 (<i>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.</i>) 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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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?"</div>
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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.</div>
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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."</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harwood Road (<i>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!)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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.<i> (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)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Dob Lane Head, the Printer's Arms is a reminder of Tottington's calico printing industry</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tottington was in the parish of Bury until 1799 when the parish church of St Anne was built.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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. <i>(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.)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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. <i>(The bottom left hand pair of windows was the library - Market Street runs behind. The War Memorial is to the left.)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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.<i> ( 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!)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Terraced Tottington, Bury Road.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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. <i>(more pictures and info <a href="http://roadmarkers.blogspot.com/2011/10/tottington-dungeon.html" target="_blank">here</a>.)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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. <i>(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)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When he's not running the electrical business founded by his father in 1952. Peter Duckworth is organist at St Anne's Parish Church. <i>(This business was opposite the printer Arms if I recall correctly)</i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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>( 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!) </i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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 <i>(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.)</i></td></tr>
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Enjoy!</div>Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-10743764569189053442011-09-19T15:08:00.000-07:002011-11-17T15:43:36.580-08:00The Punjab and Sind at 1900 approx from a missionary standpoint<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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.<br />
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I have also included copies of photos in my possession they can be found <a href="http://jol-datastore.blogspot.com/2011/11/postcards-from-northwest-frontier.html">here</a>.<br />
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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.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The clergy at the Consecration of Bishop Lefroy 1899</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The key to the photo above. Robert Clark has the long forking beard, centre right.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lord Lawrence, Sir Herbert Edwardes, Rev H Perkins, General Reynell Taylor, Colonel Martin</td></tr>
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</div>Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-38122176861305629232011-08-10T13:06:00.000-07:002011-08-10T13:11:46.446-07:00Brucefield - Truro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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</a></div>This is linking 2011 with the 1920's to '30's.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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The scanned pictures from the diaries and the photographs are in the Datastore <a href="http://jol-datastore.blogspot.com/2011/08/brucefield.html">here</a>. There are more photographs of Sundew to be added as well as St Agnes and the church<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cover to the Diary - I think this is Edith's writing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The entrance to "Brucefield" now</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the photo from the garden. As you can see there is no balustrade around the porch<br />
There is a photo showing this in the Datastore and below</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quite possibly a similar shot as the previous photo - Showing balustrade Koko clearly in charge</td></tr>
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</div>Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-18199546393559288342011-06-15T14:22:00.000-07:002013-10-27T15:10:50.557-07:00My Dad's first job<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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 <b>consider</b> 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.<br />
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This is the transcript of the article:<br />
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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"</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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."</div>
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"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."</div>
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"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."</div>
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Notes: The <a href="http://www.cottontown.org/page.cfm?language=eng&pageID=1446">Orrells</a> 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.<br />
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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!<br />
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However Councillor Nuttall fares little better in the excerpt from the <a href="http://menmedia.co.uk/rossendalefreepress/community/nostalgia/s/515043_team_makes_a_splash">Rossendale free press</a><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f9cb9c;">"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."</span> Dated July 1956<br />
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Major Cain was at the withdrawal of "B Company" from the beach at Dunkirk. There is information <a href="http://www.ww2talk.com/forum/1940/34228-1-5th-lancashire-fusiliers-france-30th-may-2nd-june-1940-a.html">here</a>. 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.<br />
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-32245956598630413322011-04-05T16:28:00.000-07:002014-12-23T09:09:37.101-08:00The Greenmount Primary School years<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Two more pictures of my class at <a href="http://nearly-midnight.blogspot.com/2010/01/greenmount-primary-school.html">Greenmount. </a>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.<br />
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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!<br />
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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!<br />
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The postcard dates from about the same time. The top left photo is from the middle of the road between the <a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/46916740">school</a> 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.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was the road from Brookhouse up to Greenmount <br />My Grandmother Jane was a staunch tory worker and one of these houses on the left became the office for the election. Stuffed info into envelopes, ran up and down from the school on "political" errands. Further on up is some shops or at least a post office. (Ashworth rings a bell). There was another row of houses behind this one - a mirror image that faced over the fields. Aunt Irene's best friend Julia and her mother lived in one of those. Opposite was the Doctors - Doctor Kerr I believe - had a son called Donald - never got on. Gerry Haberfield from Coronation Street lived close by too. - Kept himself to himself.</td></tr>
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The bottom left photo is from Turton road. The big building in the middle is <a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/48669521">Hollymount Convent</a>. 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. <a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/46916547">Peel tower</a> 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.<a href="http://stonechaser.blogspot.com/2011/02/greenmount-cricket-club-memorial.html"> More photos here</a>, not much has changed. Added some pictures in the <a href="http://jol-datastore.blogspot.com/2011/09/greenmount-primary-school-community.html">datastore</a> of the school now - not much has changed<br />
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0Greenmount, Bury, UK53.625244678634182 -2.33618466137693353.622890178634179 -2.3412271613769331 53.627599178634185 -2.331142161376933tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-38377768455220817262011-03-17T16:18:00.000-07:002012-12-13T16:02:06.255-08:00We are visiting Cornwall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dug out a beautiful postcard of <a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?hl=en&xhr=t&q=feock+cornwall&cp=6&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=Feock,+Truro&gl=uk&ei=OZKCTYzrC8bOhAeMyLDJBA&sa=X&oi=geocode_result&ct=title&resnum=1&sqi=2&ved=0CB4Q8gEwAA">Feock</a>. 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 <a href="http://www.francisfrith.com/feock/photos/#utmcsr=google.com&utmcmd=referral&utmccn=google.com">Francis Frith</a> pictures. This picture is from a different angle than those. There is a very full description at the <a href="http://www.genuki.org.uk/big/eng/Cornwall/Feock/">Genuki</a> 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. The view of the Old Vestry is the reverse of the one on the <a href="http://www.francisfrith.com/feock/photos/the-old-vestry-1936_87540/#utmcsr=google.co.uk&utmcmd=referral&utmccn=google.co.uk" target="_blank">Francis Frith site</a>. Lately I visited the <a href="http://stonechaser.blogspot.com/2011/04/sunbrick-burial-ground.html">Burial Ground at Sunbrick</a> in Cumbria. This is where Margaret Fox was buried in 1702. There are several inconsistencies in the 2 inscriptions there.<br />
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-84372824938898018982011-03-12T14:02:00.000-08:002016-10-18T14:37:56.593-07:00My direct ancestor - my mother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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<span style="color: red;"> </span><a href="http://jol-datastore.blogspot.com/2011/06/pat-lomax-who-became-pat-martyn-clark.html" style="color: red;">Pat's early days </a>here<br />
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Got to add a picture here, probably belongs in the early days datastore but its going here. However my mother is the one in the middle with the mini-skirt - 20 years ahead of her time. Heaven only knows what her father thought at the time. I suspect the picture was taken somewhere in the Tottington, Bury area. The next picture is entitled "no idea", certainly feel that again it is something musical. My mother may be a little older, but not much, certainly pre - London.<br />
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-2923659298814602852011-03-04T14:07:00.000-08:002011-04-18T15:37:42.797-07:00No! its not Colin Firth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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King George said: "You students here assembled - men and women who soon will be going out from the Imperial College to your work in the world - have not only an opportunity but also a responsibility greater than men of science have known before. To you, I say: Regard your knowledge and your skill always in the light of a trust for the benefit of humanity, and thereby ensure, so far as in you lies, that science may never be put to uses which offend the higher conscience of mankind."<br />
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This information is copied from the Imperial College Website, but the photograph belongs in our archives! My mother was at the Royal College of Music, but she did attend the centenary. As far as I know this picture is an original. There is no-one in the picture I recognise except the King and Queen. This is a reduced version of a good scan. Please email for a bigger(better) scan.</div>Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-64649021183365965352011-02-21T13:03:00.000-08:002016-10-17T13:36:06.175-07:00Lets go to Harmston!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white;">Although I want to return to the wilds of Parbold, Wigan and the rest of that rolling, but very muddy Lancashire plain, our journey takes us to Harmston, Lincolnshire, equally flat but where my fathers side of the family originates. Henry Martyn-Clark wrote the biography of his father, Robert Clark. I enclose the first chapter of his book. Tells me much about this side of the family. Up to 1990, I knew nothing except that Henry Martyn-Clark was shrouded in mystery, We had snippets of mail and written records, some transcribed. My fathers parents had died and he was "farmed" out to his aunts, his mothers sisters. They will have a chapter to themselves too. However the Internet changed so much of that. There is no way you can miss "Henry Martyn-Clark" if you search, but <span style="background-color: white;">finding the biography for sale at a reasonable cost in America, and reading it was possibly the biggest eyeopener of my genealogical career. I include the earliest photograph of Robert, He is fittingly the one standing behind his father, Henry. </span></span><span style="background-color: white;">He also fittingly deserves a Chapter to himself. I am indebted to my Great Grandfather for writing the book.</span><br />
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<span class="objectDescription">Rev.Henry Clark seated centre with wife Mary (Blackwall) to his left Sons: -Left to right: Hamlet, John, Robert, Roger, Henry, Daughters:Mary (standing), Elizabeth (seated in chair) Susan(Susanna) (seated on floor).</span></div>
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This is an excerpt from the <a href="http://www.lincoln-record-society.org.uk/lrs/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/Issue-2-Newsletter-7.pdf" target="_blank">Lincoln Record Society </a>Newsletter:</div>
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<span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">The first stage was for both advowsons – or, rather B.H. Thorold’s life interest in them - to be put up for auction at the Saracen’s Head in Lincoln, in 1858. The description noted that the current incumbent was in his 73rd year. The copy of the particulars in the Padley deposit at LAO has a pencilled note of a bid of £200 for Harmston (worth £167 per annum) from someone who appears to have been a Leicester solicitor. both advowsons had high reserves: it is almost as though the auction was an invitation to treat rather than a sale as such.. </span></div>
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">Potential purchasers presumably made discrete enquiries about the health of Henry Clark, the incumbent. by 1861, Henry Clark was employing curates at both his parishes and had taken a house at Torquay. he died there on 2 July 1862. The conditions of sale for Harmston and the price (£300) were agreed in January 1862 by Robert Toynbee, solicitor – another of Lutt’s brothers-in-law, evidently acting for him. In June, Lutt wrote to Henry Clark to ask if he was willing to sell a couple of cottages he owned at Harmston adjacent to the vicarage; his son replied on his behalf as his father was too ill to attend to business. Immediately after Clark’s death, Lutt wrote to Toynbee to see whether it would be possible to arrange an exchange with the purchaser of Rowston. In a postscript he urges Toynbee (not, I think, wholly in jest) to tell them that Rowston church is falling down. A further letter (12 July) notes that ‘Mr hood abated £50 on our behalf’; he wants this taken into account in any matter of exchange. In the event no exchange took place; Lutt was presented to Harmston on 1 October 1862. The sale was only completed a year and a day later, so the presentation was actually made by Thomas hood. Benjamin Hart Thorold had died by the time of the next presentation, so there are few indications in the official record even that Lutt had bought the advowson.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #fff2cc;">I assume that all parties took care to stay on the right side of the law. It is nevertheless clear from Lutt’s correspondence that his intent was to buy ecclesiastical preferment. both the solicitors involved appear to have regarded the transaction as entirely normal. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">There is a description of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simony" target="_blank">Simony</a> here. Cannot believe that this was practiced by any of my ancestors!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">This new information was provided from the website above. I will dive into Ancestry and try to provide extra info from the censuses.</span><br />
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Both Hamlet and Roger followed Robert to India. Up to Chapter 12 has now been added.</div>
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Click on this <a href="http://nearly-midnight.blogspot.com/p/robert-clark-biography.html">Tab</a> to read the biography. <br />
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Susan (Susanna) married Joseph Harris, Rector of Sheepy. A more complete rundown of her is on <a href="http://martyrs.org.uk/m/index.php/about-us/history?showall=&start=4" target="_blank">The Harris Family</a> section of Church of the Martyrs website. Although the website still exists I am not sure this document still exists. I wrote to the writer but I never received a response.However it provided much useful information.</div>
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Elizabeth Catherine Clark married the Rev Thomas Simcox Lea, the eldest son of Reverend Frederick Simcox Lea of Astley Hall, in the county of Worcester, and The Lakes, Kidderminster, Master of Arts of the University of Oxford.</div>
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Henry Clark married Charlotte Jones, there is more information on this <a href="http://www.clement-jones.com/ps01/ps01_045.htm">website</a> - thanks to Tim Clement-Jones.</div>
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Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0Harmston, Lincolnshire LN5, UK53.149139 -0.5457079999999905327.627104499999998 -41.85430199999999 78.6711735 40.762886000000009tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-65900621929484948202011-02-05T05:37:00.000-08:002012-02-17T06:17:31.877-08:00Affetside Article in local paper<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I think this may have been published in the Bury times or the local BoltonEvening News in the late 60's. However this clipping was kept by my mother Pat Martyn-Clark(nee Lomax) and deserves the light of Day! (Further info available at <a href="http://www.affetside.org.uk/pub.htm">http://www.affetside.org.uk/pub.htm</a>) Anything in brackets are my additions) Cannot easily find a reference to Anne Thomas working for the Bury Times or the Bolton Evening News. The article is reproduced in its entirety. </div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Licensee Mike Hilton has a skull for company behind the bar of his 15<sup>th</sup> Century inn at Affetside, near Bury. And it's a distinguished fragment of bone, a gruesome relic of a famous executioner who seemingly has a few unpleasant tricks up his ghostly sleeve.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">A skull, black and polished with age, isn't something that you expect to see in your local pub.. But regulars at Affetside's ancient Pack Horse Inn are used to it.. From a special shelf high in the back wall of the bar, this grim relic surveys the nightly festivities with a tooth smile or a grisly grimace , depending on where you stand. It's not just any old bit of bone either, but all that's left of a man who earned himself a footnote in many a history book. “That's George Whewell”, explained Mike Hilton, “The man who executed the Earl of Derby.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Staunchly Royalist Lord Derby led a 2000 strong army in support of the King. Defeated near Wigan, he was later captured and and sentenced to death at Chester Castle. But Parliament thought revenge would be sweeter if the execution was held in Bolton, where the King's troops had earlier taken bloody reprisals in the town. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Lord Derby was brought to an inn where he could see the scaffold through a window. There was a delay before he was led to the block. No-one wanted to be the executioner, until George Whewell – his family was massacred at Bolton – (It seemed his family were dissenters) volunteered to do the job.. Lord Derby felt the edge of the axe and gave him money”This is all I have,” he said “do your job well.”(1651)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">George Whewell came to a similar end later and his head, thinks Mike Hilton, “was brought to the Pack Horse immediately after his execution. He was an Edgeworth man (<a href="http://www.winnersh.demon.co.uk/Family_History/fhisch3.htm">http://www.winnersh.demon.co.uk/Family_History/fhisch3.htm</a>) a village only two miles away, and perhaps the inn was one of his favourite haunts.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">George's skull is still supposed to do a spot of haunting. A local man who stole the head and left it on his bedroom dresser paid the price. He claimed he was woken at 3 am by a blow on his nose. “ I sat up and saw something bobbing up and down, like a great moth, in a ghostly blue colour, shining like phosphorous and with two blazing red eyes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">And if the vision was nothing more than the result of a late cheese supper, it was enough to to make him return the skull to its usual resting place at the pack horse. Mike Hilton admits to treating the skull with respect. “We don't tempt fate by taking it out of the building,” he told me. “We’ve never seen any ghostly figure, but we do hear odd noises, especially footsteps in the room above the bar. Two doors opened of their own accord. One was an outside door and could have been blown by the wind. But the second door was a sliding door into the little room by the bar. It was a Saturday lunch time and the regulars stared , drank up and hurriedly left without a word.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The Pack Horse was a flourishing inn over 500 years ago, when its front door opened onto the main pack horse road to the north. Affetside was a market village , and later developed as a mining community – the row of cottages next to the inn were built for miner working narrow drift mines nearby. </span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">The stone column and round base that jut awkwardly into the road are a mystery. An old market cross, perhaps, or a pilgrims shrine? Or maybe a mile post for the Roman road a few feet away underground, or a marker for a Roman staging camp on the way to Ribchester? “ They excavated the the Roman Road a few years ago” recalled Mike, “but there wasn't much to see, just a few cobbles.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">In his snugly renovated cottage Alan Needham, offered another explanation. “ As a tall post on high ground it could have been a long distance marker for packhorse traffic, or it could just mark the the fact that Affetside is traditionally the half way point between London and Edinburgh.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">He also suggests, with a little tongue in cheek, an explanation for the village name . “Affetside, with a little imagination, could be a corruption of Half Each Side, meaning the half way point between the two cities.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Alan is chairman of the Affetside Society, a sure sign that it is no longer the quiet, slow moving , out of the way place that it was not many years ago. Newcomers have moved in, buying the old cottages, renovating and restoring with vigour, modernising and improving and in the process sending property prices smartly upwards. We aim to preserve the village and improve it where we can.” Alan explained.</span></div>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyRTq4OWF4A/TzmF_bwnDiI/AAAAAAAACrY/i8AvRx1ydQs/s1600/Jane+Dunn+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyRTq4OWF4A/TzmF_bwnDiI/AAAAAAAACrY/i8AvRx1ydQs/s320/Jane+Dunn+web.jpg" width="178" /></a>The first photo is a picture of my maternal grandmother Jane Dunn, married Thomas Lomax. He was also a Tottingtonian. As far as I am aware this was the earliest photo I have. The date on the back of the photograph is 1901. I suppose that she would be 3 or 4 at the time. Stand to be corrected if others appear. Sometimes she was known as a Dunne. As Tottington was a close knit community she was known as Jennie Dunn,even after 30 years of marriage! However I want to go back a bit further. I have quite a lot of early Dunn Photographs which I have scanned. Big huge files.<br />
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The first picture is of Rodger Dunn, died at the age of 26. I have discrepancy here with my mother and with ancestry. My mother has written on the reverse of the photo died at the age of 26. Ancestry claims 23 years.<br />
He was however the son of William Greenhalgh Dunn and Hannah Baker Yoxhall. <br />
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Greenhalgh's figure a lot in the history. The Lomax's married into the Greenhalghe's, whether they were the same line I do not know. Research has been going on for a number of years and I really do not have any satisfactory conclusions. His Brother William was my direct ancestor. He would have been my grandmother's uncle. Taking a leap of faith here. I believe that this lady, known as Sadie is actually Sarah Ann Dunn, a brother of Roger. The photos have always been kept together. This would of course have been my Grandmother's aunt. The final picture of these three is another Dunn of the same generation. Walker Dunn. There has been a long line of Walker Dunns. His father was a Walker Dunn too. He was born in 1854 and died in 1929.<br />
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Tracing the line back includes a Walker Dunn who was killed in 1916 at Pozieres in France. He is commemorated on the War Memorial in Walshaw.<br />
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These 3 siblings were 3 of 9 children. All born in Tottington. The names of the other 6 were Alice, Eliza, John, Jane, William, and Hannah. William was my Grandmother's father reputed to have a fearsome temper and a great singing voice. William married Ann Walmesley Forrest. Another post will show the pictures I have. This is where the plot thickens as far as being able to trace relatives. I am going to add 2 pictures of Walmsley Forrest' that do not appear on any of the searchable websites.<br />
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Below are photographs of my Grandmother - most of them are when she was a Lomax but also including one or two later ones.<br />
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These 4 pictures are of my Grandmother with here very close friend Phyllis Hampson. I do not know what her unmarried name was. These were dated in the Second World War as Air Raid Wardens.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I do not know the date, but I do know the name of the officer presenting. This was John Woodcock, I believe a solicitor, practised or lived in Hawkshaw. My mother was on first name terms.</td></tr>
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<br /></div>Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-22338675633458904532011-01-23T12:05:00.000-08:002011-03-22T17:31:01.846-07:00Mr E. H. Holden<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have no idea how this photo has found it's way into my mother's photographs. A search of the Internet revealed two E H Holden's in the north-west, not including numerous cars! The first reference is a science teacher at Bacup and Rossendale Grammar School. Quote from "Seventy-Five Years" A history of Bacup and Rawtenstall Grammar School. "Mr. E.H. Holden had been appointed in 1913 to teach Chemistry in the day-school and also to be head of the Technical Institute housed in the new building. Anyone<br />
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"Mr. Holden firmly believed in keeping noses to the grindstone. No "resting on one's laurels" was permitted in the Lower Sixth, for the subjects to be taken as "Principal" (normally three in number) were normally offered at "subsidiary" level at the end of the Lower-sixth year, just to keep the candidates (not to mention their teachers!) on their toes. As Dr. Ormerod points out, the classes at this time were considerably smaller, since it was then possible for pupils to leave at 14, but there were full-scale school examinations and reports every term, also half-term tests, with lists in order of merit on each occasion. Never a dull moment for the staff!"<br />
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The other EH Holden was an MP, duly knighted. He represented Heywood about the same time. Actually sooner. He was instrumental in persuading the powers that be to allow the building of a secondary school in Heywood.<br />
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"Through the offices of the local M.P. Mr E H Holden, they succeeded in arranging a meeting with the Board in Whitehall, circumventing the LEC. Mr Holden supported their cause vigorously, and three months later the Board relented, and wrote to the LEC agreeing to the proposal, but perversely demanding that the premises be considerably extended even beyond the plans submitted. Had there not been room for expansion on the existing site, it is doubtful if the School would have been sanctioned, as the cost of acquiring new land and of building afresh would have been prohibitive. In the event new plans were submitted to the Board, which finally approved them in March 1908."<br />
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It seems that both EH Holden's were heavily involved in education in the early part of the 20th Century. My gut feeling is the picture relates to Bacup and Rossendale. We had family up the valley as my mother would say.<br />
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Having passed the 11 plus in 1960, I had the option of going to Bacup and Rawtenstall or Stand Grammar School. As I went to Stand Grammar School, it seems I had a narrow escape! <br />
Both excerpts are taken from Histories of the respective schools. Easy to find on the Internet.</div>Jol Martyn-Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11321877774731685086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897431492185444427.post-90922944477200206152011-01-18T12:49:00.000-08:002014-11-16T16:00:46.127-08:00Tottington Methodist Church<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hopefully I have added this school picture in the right area of the blog. It refers to the Wesleyan school in 1909.<br />
My Grandfather Tom Lomax is top right.<br />
However there are some other names on the names on the reverse which may help people.<br />
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These are the ones I can make out, starting from the top left. F K Kenyon, Fred Lonsdale, Warburton, Ger. Anson,Tom Lomax,<br />
J Winterbottom, Ella Danes, Alice Shaw, Annie Howarth, Robin Nuttall, Lizzie South, Ethel Howarth, Arthur Butterworth, Eleanor Holt, Edgar or Clifford Pilkington, Nellie Howard.<br />
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This is a scan of the piece of paper attached to the rear of the photo. This is my mothers writing - I suggest that this info could easily be 50 years after the event - so it wasn't current at the time. I suspect that my aunt Irene or even my Grandfather Tom (Lomax) was grabbed by my mother and asked to fill in this info. My mothers writing never varied during her lifetime. - However My family seemed to have a good name for faces and names. I would like to assume they were right about the names in the photo. They will have all grown up together and gone to the same school - families intermarried - I am probably related to half of them!<br />
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Is it possible to identify which is the person marked Ger, Anson?
Is he the fourth person from the left on the back row? I have a George
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My Aunt Irene took herself off to school when she was 5, so the story goes. She was a dedicated learner, she stayed in education until her retirement. I had the strange distinction of being a student at Bury Technical college when she was Head of Department, quite scary, no opportunity to fool about then. However these pix have come into my possession via my Aunt Irene or my Grandmother. Jane Dunn married Thomas (Tom) Lomax. Irene Lomax (Cosgrove) was my aunt.<br />
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The photograph above is called "sermons 1934 ish" Again no certainty about the people in the photo - however I think my Aunt is on the back row.<br />
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This picture is one from the archives. There is no writing on the reverse apart from my mother's labelling. I called it Loom Women. Clearly though only one or two of them would be old enough to be considered women. These are 2 cotton looms back to back. They were heavy made of cast iron. I presume that the the photograph was taken in the factory. Clearly a national celebration because of the flags there. The ladies in question are wearing what appears to be their Sunday best too. I have to presume my Grandmother or my Aunt kept the picture because it had family on it. There does not appear to be any cotton worker in my immediate family say 1920s, but that's a guess. Have a close look at the sullen "little" girl in the very middle at the front. As usual the picture has been tweaked a little in PS4 to bring out details. Left the sepia tones as they are.</div>
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This are 2 old photographs of Market street in Tottington. The first picture is a hand coloured tinted version of the second one. I have given both of them the Photoshop stuff. The colours in the first are not mine. They were already on the picture. I suspect the colours may be reasonably accurate as the pictures have been in the family quite a while.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1ddwXBFxOU/S6PaxfsT3EI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZmnqPaRDSg0/s1600-h/Old+Tottington+b+web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W1ddwXBFxOU/S6PaxfsT3EI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZmnqPaRDSg0/s320/Old+Tottington+b+web.jpg" /></a> My Guess this is at the high point of the Village opposite to where the Coop stands. I do not remember it, I also guess that it is dated about 1900. However I do recall a picture house, Movies to you and me standing in its place. I went once, some sort of soppy film about a man on the run visiting his pregnant wife in hospital. A paper shop stood in its place later and I believe a health centre now stands there. As you carry on to the right the road forks at what was the Printers. The left fork is Turton Road - goes to Bolton, Affetside, Edgeworth. The right hand fork goes to Greenmount, passes Brookhouse and would go to Holcombe and Ramsbottom. The village centre is about a 10 minute walk from Brookhouse.<br />
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This picture is from the same spot. The view is down Market Street towards Bury. Bury is about 3 miles distant. <br />
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Whether the picture is from the exact same time I do not know. If you look closely you can see Club Row labelled. Further down on the right hand side of the road, the Wesleyan church was to be built. I think the church would be visible. The shops on the left when I was young ( The ones I remember!) were a greengrocer/fishmonger - Read. I think the old owner was called Frank. He was grooming his son for the top position! The left-hand side of the shop was fruit and veg and the right hand side was fish. Their daughter Helen was killed in a road accident.<br />
It shook the village and my Grandmother(Jane Dunn) cried too.. My Family were very close to the Reads. My grandfather Frank was up at 5.30 every morning bar Sundays to collect the fish from the fish shop. My Aunt cooked it, I also recall my mother cooked it as well. For a few years the house stank of cooking cod. No surprise I had trouble making friends. A little further down was the butcher. I believe he was called Sam Smith. He had been in the Guards, I was told that he had quite a distinguished war record. He was the tallest man I had ever met, but as a 7 year old everyone was tall! He had this walk in fridge. If he wasn't really quite a jolly chap, he would have been seriously scary! He seemed to take great delight in sharpening his knives, hacking stuff, and of course there was always blood down his apron. A proper blue and white striped one.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tram on its way to Tottington from Bury. The road to the right goes to Kay Gardens. In the gap behind the two trams is the Rock, which eventually disappears to Walmsley and Rochdale. To the left of the photo is a statue of Robert Peel and also the parish church. The Two Tubs is also there. The advert on the front of the tram has Geo. Brown. He had a hardware shop in Tottington opposite the library, which had been Tottington Hall. I believe one of his sons took over (Basil). I used to play with his two sons Nick and Tim</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The same tram nearing its destination. The library is on the right hand side. On the left is the Gas Board shop. A little further up is the post office. It was split into 2 parts. The front of the shop was a sweet shop - one of my favourite places. Further inside was the post office proper - manned I believe by a chap called Brian. The tram had not far to go - anothe 200 yards brought it to an island turned right round and headed back to Bury. This is still used as a bus terminus now. I turned round infront of the "Hark to Towler" pub. If you continued down the road it brought you to Tottington station.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure where this is. There is a shop called Clemshaws there. More research needed.</td></tr>
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There is always a need to update. There are 3 photographs of Trams below. I can just about recall the trams from my childhood. The tram rails were certainly there for a long time after the trams departed. I actually believe some of the old lamposts still survive even now. </div>
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