The last day of August, and I went to Rochdale. The Rugby League World Cup is taking place, and they were promoting the Fiji v Ireland game to be held at the Spotland Stadium on 28th October. On display was the cup all these teams would be playing for. I was also treated some Fijian cuisine which was very nice.
I took the opportunity to visit the Touchstones Gallery, and viewed two exhibitions. Shutterbugging in Suburbia and Sea: A Collection of Works Inspired by Tidal Waters.
I then went on to Bury and visited the Bury Art Museum and viewed the exhibition Inspired By: Bury Art Society.
Saturday, 31 August 2013
Tuesday, 27 August 2013
Tuesday Tune
One of the great hymn writers was Charles Wesley and his words "O for a thousand tongues to sing" particularly well fit the tune "Cranbrook".
The tune is more famous for the words of "On Ilkley Moor b'aht hat"
The tune is more famous for the words of "On Ilkley Moor b'aht hat"
Monday, 26 August 2013
Timeline - Monday 26th September 2013 - visit to Embsay
This morning I was determined to get out of Manchester but wasn't sure where to go - my dalliance meant I did not set off until midday. I caught the First 52 to Broughton, and told myself if I could get cash out of the cash-making machine and get to the bus stop in time I would venture to Skipton. I did manage to do this and was soon wending my way to North Yorkshire.
However setting out so late I did not get to Skipton until about 2.20pm. Our arrival in Skipton bus station was delayed due to an elderly lady making a very slow crossing of the road, and I missed the bus to Embsay by 1 minute. I wasn't going to wait another hour for the bus so I started walking (it only took about 30 minutes - but all up hill!). What's at Embsay I hear you cry .... well its the Embsay and Bolton Abbey railway.
I got to the station entrance at just before 3pm and noticed the next train departed at .... 3pm. I ran to the ticket office and asked if I was too late for the train, but it was ok, and the train departed about 15 minutes later.
We trundled along very sedately towards Bolton Abbey station, I bought an ice cream (£1.70!!) and we trundled back to Embsay. Had I got my act together earlier and gotten to Bolton Abbey station two hours previous (as was originally planned), I would have visited the Abbey ruins as well - but they will have to wait for another day.
I got the bus back to Skipton rather than walk. Pennine buses were running unusually a Saturday service this bank holiday.
The journey back from Embsay took nearly 4 hours - and I was to say the least quite tired when I got in ... but, for all that, it was a wonderful hot sunny day out in the Yorkshire Dales (well the fringes of the Dales).
However setting out so late I did not get to Skipton until about 2.20pm. Our arrival in Skipton bus station was delayed due to an elderly lady making a very slow crossing of the road, and I missed the bus to Embsay by 1 minute. I wasn't going to wait another hour for the bus so I started walking (it only took about 30 minutes - but all up hill!). What's at Embsay I hear you cry .... well its the Embsay and Bolton Abbey railway.
I got to the station entrance at just before 3pm and noticed the next train departed at .... 3pm. I ran to the ticket office and asked if I was too late for the train, but it was ok, and the train departed about 15 minutes later.
We trundled along very sedately towards Bolton Abbey station, I bought an ice cream (£1.70!!) and we trundled back to Embsay. Had I got my act together earlier and gotten to Bolton Abbey station two hours previous (as was originally planned), I would have visited the Abbey ruins as well - but they will have to wait for another day.
I got the bus back to Skipton rather than walk. Pennine buses were running unusually a Saturday service this bank holiday.
The journey back from Embsay took nearly 4 hours - and I was to say the least quite tired when I got in ... but, for all that, it was a wonderful hot sunny day out in the Yorkshire Dales (well the fringes of the Dales).
Timeline - Sunday 25th August 2013 - A time to celebate, a time to remember
Most of today was spent at the Quakers in Manchester.
There were nearly 75 of us in meeting this morning. When the clerk stood up and asked if people were visiting they would like to introduce themselves, we were still getting people bobbing up 5-10 minutes later. We were joined by Friends from all round the country. The reason for this I will illustrate later. There were also two guys who were attending a Quaker meeting for the first time, and I do hope we shall see them again, and a young woman who encountered Quakers at university in Preston, and has come back to Manchester to live, and I hope we shall see her again.
Ministry was very powerful and focused on the Quaker acceptance of people as themselves in a non-judgemental way. It is, for me, one of the most powerful things about being a Quaker.
After meeting I was handed a leaflet for the Sustainability Breakfasts that we are supposedly putting on. I am nominally a member of the local meeting Sustainability group, but really do not have the time nor energy to put into it. Michael, who produced the leaflet, said I should have a copy since my name was on it. Apparently the form on the reverse should returned to Catherine, Michael or Bob. Grrr - why do the English shorten someone called Robert automatically to "Bob"? I have never been a Bob, and never want to be. I am listed in the book of members as Rob, so why put "Bob"??
Anyway the reason why we had such an influx of people in meeting for worship was the afternoon conference "A time to celebrate, a time to remember", which was a very moving occasion and a joy to be at, even if the sun outside was at times more inviting.
The speakers were Rosie Bailey (the partner of the poet U.A. Fanthorpe), Michael Hutchinson and Chris Skidmore. The conference ended with a splendid cake with marzipan icing.
There were nearly 75 of us in meeting this morning. When the clerk stood up and asked if people were visiting they would like to introduce themselves, we were still getting people bobbing up 5-10 minutes later. We were joined by Friends from all round the country. The reason for this I will illustrate later. There were also two guys who were attending a Quaker meeting for the first time, and I do hope we shall see them again, and a young woman who encountered Quakers at university in Preston, and has come back to Manchester to live, and I hope we shall see her again.
Ministry was very powerful and focused on the Quaker acceptance of people as themselves in a non-judgemental way. It is, for me, one of the most powerful things about being a Quaker.
After meeting I was handed a leaflet for the Sustainability Breakfasts that we are supposedly putting on. I am nominally a member of the local meeting Sustainability group, but really do not have the time nor energy to put into it. Michael, who produced the leaflet, said I should have a copy since my name was on it. Apparently the form on the reverse should returned to Catherine, Michael or Bob. Grrr - why do the English shorten someone called Robert automatically to "Bob"? I have never been a Bob, and never want to be. I am listed in the book of members as Rob, so why put "Bob"??
Anyway the reason why we had such an influx of people in meeting for worship was the afternoon conference "A time to celebrate, a time to remember", which was a very moving occasion and a joy to be at, even if the sun outside was at times more inviting.
Timeline - Saturday 24th August 2013 - Mardi Gras parade
Today was a full day, a lot of time spent at the Quakers.
I was aiming to get to the meeting house for 10.30am, but of course when you are in a hurry the buses don't come! I was waiting for the First 81 to the city centre, and ten minutes after its due time it had still not come. Fortunately friends of mine were going into town and gave me a lift, which I was very grateful for. I managed to get to the meeting house for just before 10.30am ...
A number of Christians from other churches joined us, and we had a short prayer meeting, and then I went out to watch the Mardi Gras parade. Before I settled in my place on Deansgate however I went to the Parade mustering area and gave my friends there my good wishes. Vic took my picture which was very nice of him.
One of my Quaker friends was passing by (with one of his friends from Essex) on the other side of the road to me (I had pitched myself on Deansgate near the Great Northern Square), so they came over and watched the parade with me, with was nice.
It was a fun parade, and I saw many of my friends on it. Some I saw, but they didn't see me, but the majority of my friends acknowledged me and made the occasion all the better.
We then repaired back to the meeting house where tea was due, although we got there before the tea arrived. The afternoon was then spent chatting to other Friends, sharing in the refreshments and getting to know each other.
I was aiming to get to the meeting house for 10.30am, but of course when you are in a hurry the buses don't come! I was waiting for the First 81 to the city centre, and ten minutes after its due time it had still not come. Fortunately friends of mine were going into town and gave me a lift, which I was very grateful for. I managed to get to the meeting house for just before 10.30am ...
A number of Christians from other churches joined us, and we had a short prayer meeting, and then I went out to watch the Mardi Gras parade. Before I settled in my place on Deansgate however I went to the Parade mustering area and gave my friends there my good wishes. Vic took my picture which was very nice of him.
One of my Quaker friends was passing by (with one of his friends from Essex) on the other side of the road to me (I had pitched myself on Deansgate near the Great Northern Square), so they came over and watched the parade with me, with was nice.
It was a fun parade, and I saw many of my friends on it. Some I saw, but they didn't see me, but the majority of my friends acknowledged me and made the occasion all the better.
We then repaired back to the meeting house where tea was due, although we got there before the tea arrived. The afternoon was then spent chatting to other Friends, sharing in the refreshments and getting to know each other.
Saturday, 24 August 2013
The road to 2013 part 9
In May 1972 my parents resigned as full-time officers of the Salvation Army. The constant moving around was having a detrimental effect on our family, and by this time I had been to 7 schools.
They became instead Envoys (the Salvation Army term for a non-commissioned officer, or a part-timer in charge of a local corps) and we moved to 9 Station Street, Tewkesbury. We were to live in the small house in Station Street for 5 years - up that point the longest stay I had had anywhere. The house was next to the Warner's bus garage while we were there.
Nowadays a car park sits on the site of the bus garage.
The little Salvation Army hall in the town has been demolished to allow for road widening. The hall was in Nelson Street which really was a narrow road. I do not have a picture of the hall, but the map below shows the location (on the map it is referred to as "Lecture Hall").
One abiding memory is that of the Steam Fair on the Ham, and the Mop Fair in the streets. All the main road traffic was diverted down our street, including the service buses. There is a picture of the Mop Fair on the corner of East Street. If you look at the map above, the road running at right angles to Nelson Street at the top of the picture is East Street.
In the summer of 1972 we had an outing to London and visited the British Museum; the purpose of the outing was the Treasures of Tutankhamun exhibition. The queue was huge, and snaked round one half of the car park, and then snaked round the second half. I remember we parked the car in the suburbs and caught the tube into central London. There was also a wonderful "British spirit", people would keep places for those who were having convenience breaks, or, like us youngsters, visiting the rest of the museum.
Our holiday in the summer of 1972 was to return to Oldways End in Somerset (see part 8). That was to be Mrs Fanthorpe's last letting summer, otherwise we would have carried on going there. I got very friendly with her pug.
The next summer we went to Penygroes in Caernarvonshire. We visited Caernarfon Castle and Harlech Castle, and attended the English Baptist church in Caernarfon. In Caernarfon Castle there was still the dias in which the Prince of Wales had been crowned, although not the throne if memory serves.
Summer 1974 saw us holidaying in Shropshire. The only memories I have are a visit to Stokesay Castle and Sunday meetings at the Salvation Army in Shrewsbury.
In 1975 we were back in Caernarvonshire, by now called Gwynedd. This time we were staying in the village of Groeslon, and we visited the beach at Dinas Dinlle every day (rain or shine).
Our final summer in Tewkesbury (1976) was a "staycation"; our family had 5 members and each of us chose a day visit to somewhere. Mum chose the Avoncroft Museum near Bromsgrove, Paul chose Skenfrith Castle, David chose Birmingham, I think I chose Worcester (to give me chance to observe Midland Red buses probably) and I think Dad chose Snowshill Manor and the Cotswold Rare Breeds Centre.
I had a further two schools at Tewkesbury, three years in the local junior school (Tewkesbury Church of England school) and two years at secondary school (Tewkesbury School). I had piano lessons for a time in Cheltenham on a Saturday morning. I used to catch the Bristol Omnibus Lodekka into Cheltenham, changing onto a town service operated by a two-door Bristol RELL. After the lesson I would go into Cheltenham and have coffee and a scone at Geraldines, and then go to the Coach Station to watch the mass departure. I got friendly with the lady in the Bristol Omnibus bus office, next door to the Coach Station, and when they got a new timetable, she would keep the old ones for me. I then used to catch the Midland Red bus back to Tewkesbury.
One day I caught the Midland Red bus to Evesham. I went to the Midland Red office there and bought a Hereford & Worcester timetable. They didn't have the other three timetables, but was told that the office at Stratford-on-Avon would have them. I caught the X91 to Stratford, bought the three timetables (Warwickshire & Oxfordshire, Leicestershire & Derbyshire and Salop & Staffordshire) and caught the X91 back to Evesham. My parents were unimpressed at my extra journey to Stratford.
On one occasion I also went to up stay with my Nan in Old Hill. I caught the National Express 414 coach from Tewkesbury to Brierley Hill were my Nan met me. I think this was probably one of the best holidays I ever had. I went along to the Home League at Cradley Heath Salvation Army with her. At the end of the week she put me back onto the 414 coach for my journey back to Tewkesbury. Another time we went up to the motorway junction just south of Bromsgrove, and my Uncle Ron & Aunty Margaret drove down to the south junction; there we swopped my Nan over, and she came to us for one Christmas. I really loved having my Nan, and she is one person who I miss most.
My brothers went to cubs, and later scouts. I went along to cubs on one occasion, and they played a game of British Bulldogs. I decided this was not for me. One of my best friends at school was in the Boys' Brigade, and he invited me along. This was far more to my taste, and I had two very happy years in the 1st Tewkesbury.
In 1977 we attended a street party, a couple of streets away, to commemorate the Queen's Silver Jubilee. The actual Jubilee was 6th February 1977, which was a Sunday. I was then, as I am now, in awe of the Royal Family, and had had a series of "Royal Papers" for a spell. I decided to buy all the papers on 6th February. That was at the time very daring. We did not buy anything on a Sunday, and of course the Sunday papers were expensive, as indeed they are now. I remember being very disappointed, because apart from a few front pages there was very little of content for the Silver Jubilee inside.
My mum was very involved in the Tewkesbury Amateur Dramatic Society (TADS), and I was an extra in a performance of "The Happiest Days of Your Life" - we wore school uniform and had to periodically pass the French windows to give the impression of the action taking place in a working school. My mum played the Girls' School Headmistress. In another production, "Toad of Toad Hall", she played the judge.
On 6th January 1977 the was a school trip to the Royal Academy of Arts in Piccadilly, London, to see the exhibition Pompeii AD79. Another school trip was to Warwick Castle.
In August 1977 we moved away from Tewkesbury to Atherstone in Warwickshire. I really didn't want to leave the town because it was so pleasantly situated.
They became instead Envoys (the Salvation Army term for a non-commissioned officer, or a part-timer in charge of a local corps) and we moved to 9 Station Street, Tewkesbury. We were to live in the small house in Station Street for 5 years - up that point the longest stay I had had anywhere. The house was next to the Warner's bus garage while we were there.
The little Salvation Army hall in the town has been demolished to allow for road widening. The hall was in Nelson Street which really was a narrow road. I do not have a picture of the hall, but the map below shows the location (on the map it is referred to as "Lecture Hall").
One abiding memory is that of the Steam Fair on the Ham, and the Mop Fair in the streets. All the main road traffic was diverted down our street, including the service buses. There is a picture of the Mop Fair on the corner of East Street. If you look at the map above, the road running at right angles to Nelson Street at the top of the picture is East Street.
In the summer of 1972 we had an outing to London and visited the British Museum; the purpose of the outing was the Treasures of Tutankhamun exhibition. The queue was huge, and snaked round one half of the car park, and then snaked round the second half. I remember we parked the car in the suburbs and caught the tube into central London. There was also a wonderful "British spirit", people would keep places for those who were having convenience breaks, or, like us youngsters, visiting the rest of the museum.
Our holiday in the summer of 1972 was to return to Oldways End in Somerset (see part 8). That was to be Mrs Fanthorpe's last letting summer, otherwise we would have carried on going there. I got very friendly with her pug.
The next summer we went to Penygroes in Caernarvonshire. We visited Caernarfon Castle and Harlech Castle, and attended the English Baptist church in Caernarfon. In Caernarfon Castle there was still the dias in which the Prince of Wales had been crowned, although not the throne if memory serves.
Summer 1974 saw us holidaying in Shropshire. The only memories I have are a visit to Stokesay Castle and Sunday meetings at the Salvation Army in Shrewsbury.
In 1975 we were back in Caernarvonshire, by now called Gwynedd. This time we were staying in the village of Groeslon, and we visited the beach at Dinas Dinlle every day (rain or shine).
Our final summer in Tewkesbury (1976) was a "staycation"; our family had 5 members and each of us chose a day visit to somewhere. Mum chose the Avoncroft Museum near Bromsgrove, Paul chose Skenfrith Castle, David chose Birmingham, I think I chose Worcester (to give me chance to observe Midland Red buses probably) and I think Dad chose Snowshill Manor and the Cotswold Rare Breeds Centre.
I had a further two schools at Tewkesbury, three years in the local junior school (Tewkesbury Church of England school) and two years at secondary school (Tewkesbury School). I had piano lessons for a time in Cheltenham on a Saturday morning. I used to catch the Bristol Omnibus Lodekka into Cheltenham, changing onto a town service operated by a two-door Bristol RELL. After the lesson I would go into Cheltenham and have coffee and a scone at Geraldines, and then go to the Coach Station to watch the mass departure. I got friendly with the lady in the Bristol Omnibus bus office, next door to the Coach Station, and when they got a new timetable, she would keep the old ones for me. I then used to catch the Midland Red bus back to Tewkesbury.
One day I caught the Midland Red bus to Evesham. I went to the Midland Red office there and bought a Hereford & Worcester timetable. They didn't have the other three timetables, but was told that the office at Stratford-on-Avon would have them. I caught the X91 to Stratford, bought the three timetables (Warwickshire & Oxfordshire, Leicestershire & Derbyshire and Salop & Staffordshire) and caught the X91 back to Evesham. My parents were unimpressed at my extra journey to Stratford.
On one occasion I also went to up stay with my Nan in Old Hill. I caught the National Express 414 coach from Tewkesbury to Brierley Hill were my Nan met me. I think this was probably one of the best holidays I ever had. I went along to the Home League at Cradley Heath Salvation Army with her. At the end of the week she put me back onto the 414 coach for my journey back to Tewkesbury. Another time we went up to the motorway junction just south of Bromsgrove, and my Uncle Ron & Aunty Margaret drove down to the south junction; there we swopped my Nan over, and she came to us for one Christmas. I really loved having my Nan, and she is one person who I miss most.
My brothers went to cubs, and later scouts. I went along to cubs on one occasion, and they played a game of British Bulldogs. I decided this was not for me. One of my best friends at school was in the Boys' Brigade, and he invited me along. This was far more to my taste, and I had two very happy years in the 1st Tewkesbury.
In 1977 we attended a street party, a couple of streets away, to commemorate the Queen's Silver Jubilee. The actual Jubilee was 6th February 1977, which was a Sunday. I was then, as I am now, in awe of the Royal Family, and had had a series of "Royal Papers" for a spell. I decided to buy all the papers on 6th February. That was at the time very daring. We did not buy anything on a Sunday, and of course the Sunday papers were expensive, as indeed they are now. I remember being very disappointed, because apart from a few front pages there was very little of content for the Silver Jubilee inside.
My mum was very involved in the Tewkesbury Amateur Dramatic Society (TADS), and I was an extra in a performance of "The Happiest Days of Your Life" - we wore school uniform and had to periodically pass the French windows to give the impression of the action taking place in a working school. My mum played the Girls' School Headmistress. In another production, "Toad of Toad Hall", she played the judge.
On 6th January 1977 the was a school trip to the Royal Academy of Arts in Piccadilly, London, to see the exhibition Pompeii AD79. Another school trip was to Warwick Castle.
In August 1977 we moved away from Tewkesbury to Atherstone in Warwickshire. I really didn't want to leave the town because it was so pleasantly situated.
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The road to 2013 part 8
Shortly after the fire in Kidderminster, we moved again (in May 1971), this time to Stroud in Gloucestershire.
The house we lived in was right next to the Salvation Army hall. The hall was originally a Countess of Huntingdon's Connection chapel and is octagonal in shape.
At the bottom of Acre Street there was a corner shop (and indeed it seems to be still there) where would get our Saturday treats from.
I have a school photograph of me taken in 1971. I was probably at this school for a very short time indeed, from May until the end of the school year in July. In September we moved to another school which from memory was called "Spire High".
In Summer 1971 we went to Somerset and stayed at Oldways End. The house was actually two houses adjoined by a passage way. Mrs Fanthorpe, the owner, lived in one house, and let out the second house for visitors. Mrs Fanthorpe also ran the hamlet's petrol station. We had a number of excursions and I remember visiting Dunster Castle (I still have my parent's copy of the souvenir brochure for Dunster Castle) and Tarr Steps. I wonder if the beach we went could have been Minehead, but I think it was at Blue Anchor.
The house we lived in was right next to the Salvation Army hall. The hall was originally a Countess of Huntingdon's Connection chapel and is octagonal in shape.
At the bottom of Acre Street there was a corner shop (and indeed it seems to be still there) where would get our Saturday treats from.
I have a school photograph of me taken in 1971. I was probably at this school for a very short time indeed, from May until the end of the school year in July. In September we moved to another school which from memory was called "Spire High".
In Summer 1971 we went to Somerset and stayed at Oldways End. The house was actually two houses adjoined by a passage way. Mrs Fanthorpe, the owner, lived in one house, and let out the second house for visitors. Mrs Fanthorpe also ran the hamlet's petrol station. We had a number of excursions and I remember visiting Dunster Castle (I still have my parent's copy of the souvenir brochure for Dunster Castle) and Tarr Steps. I wonder if the beach we went could have been Minehead, but I think it was at Blue Anchor.
Dunster
Tarr Steps
The road to 2013 part 7
May 1969 brought another move, this time to Kidderminster in Worcestershire. We lived in the Greenhill area of the town at 102 Highfield Road.
My parents were in charge of the Salvation Army corps in the town. I have a picture of my dad leading an open-air service in Stourport-on-Severn, just down the road from Kidderminster. He is wearing his red tunic, which was meant to be cooler to wear in summer months that the traditional navy blue worn by members of the Salvation Army.
The hall was in a former Methodist chapel, but is not there now. The side hall was used for a time as a youth club upstairs. In May 1971 there was a fire in the youth club, which gutted the building, and although the corps continued for a little while they left the premises in search of another. The picture shows my dad surveying the wreckage of the youth club.
I first started piano lessons when we were at Kidderminster - my teacher was a kindly patient man who I through was quite elderly (but may have been in his 50s). I enquired of the Kidderminster Historical Society and they suggested my teacher may have been Harry Morris. He lived in Bewdley Street on the left going out of town just past the Grammar School. The picture below was sent to me by Bob Millward of the Historical Society, and shows his house.
Our holiday in Summer 1969 was to Hafod in Mid Wales. From there we visited Devil's Bridge.
The house was located right next to a stream which we as boys used to paddle in. I remember my Dad fishing in it, and at least one night we had a fish supper.
In Summer 1970 we returned to Hafod.
Not directly linked to my story, but a picture of Kidderminster on August Bank Holiday Monday in 1969. Who knows I may be in that picture somewhere, we were certainly living in Kidderminster at the time.
My parents were in charge of the Salvation Army corps in the town. I have a picture of my dad leading an open-air service in Stourport-on-Severn, just down the road from Kidderminster. He is wearing his red tunic, which was meant to be cooler to wear in summer months that the traditional navy blue worn by members of the Salvation Army.
The hall was in a former Methodist chapel, but is not there now. The side hall was used for a time as a youth club upstairs. In May 1971 there was a fire in the youth club, which gutted the building, and although the corps continued for a little while they left the premises in search of another. The picture shows my dad surveying the wreckage of the youth club.
I first started piano lessons when we were at Kidderminster - my teacher was a kindly patient man who I through was quite elderly (but may have been in his 50s). I enquired of the Kidderminster Historical Society and they suggested my teacher may have been Harry Morris. He lived in Bewdley Street on the left going out of town just past the Grammar School. The picture below was sent to me by Bob Millward of the Historical Society, and shows his house.
Our holiday in Summer 1969 was to Hafod in Mid Wales. From there we visited Devil's Bridge.
The house was located right next to a stream which we as boys used to paddle in. I remember my Dad fishing in it, and at least one night we had a fish supper.
In Summer 1970 we returned to Hafod.
Not directly linked to my story, but a picture of Kidderminster on August Bank Holiday Monday in 1969. Who knows I may be in that picture somewhere, we were certainly living in Kidderminster at the time.
The road to 2013 part 6
In May 1968, we moved again as my parents took charge of the Salvation Army corps in Wolverhampton. We lived in a house called "Mildred House" in Cartwright Street, but again I fear the house has been demolished.
The Salvation Army hall in Wolverhampton is currently being used by another church, the picture below shows it when the Salvation Army was still in occupation.
In the summer of 1968 there was a holiday playscheme in one of the parks in Wolverhampton. I went once and hated it and didn't go back.
The family holiday in 1968 was to Mockerin, near Cockermouth in what was then Cumberland, in the Lake District. I remember visiting the Boulder Stone and Wastwater. The photograph below was taken by my dad, and shows me and my mum and brothers at the village sign. I am the one in the middle.
The Salvation Army hall in Wolverhampton is currently being used by another church, the picture below shows it when the Salvation Army was still in occupation.
In the summer of 1968 there was a holiday playscheme in one of the parks in Wolverhampton. I went once and hated it and didn't go back.
The family holiday in 1968 was to Mockerin, near Cockermouth in what was then Cumberland, in the Lake District. I remember visiting the Boulder Stone and Wastwater. The photograph below was taken by my dad, and shows me and my mum and brothers at the village sign. I am the one in the middle.
The road to 2013 part 5
In May 1967 we moved again to Tipton (my parents taking charge of the Salvation Army corps there) in what was then Staffordshire. We lived at 18 Furnace Parade.
The Tipton corps hall is now used as a factory.
One of my earliest memories is crossing a canal bridge in Tipton on the way to school. My parents took a picture of me asleep on the settee at our house in Tipton.
In the summer of 1967 we holidayed in Blackpool, and there is a delightful picture of me riding on a "panda" at the funfair in Blackpool Tower.
The Tipton corps hall is now used as a factory.
One of my earliest memories is crossing a canal bridge in Tipton on the way to school. My parents took a picture of me asleep on the settee at our house in Tipton.
In the summer of 1967 we holidayed in Blackpool, and there is a delightful picture of me riding on a "panda" at the funfair in Blackpool Tower.
On a sad note, my sister was born while we are at Tipton. She wasn't officially named because she was still born. The name my parents would have given a girl was Sandra Elizabeth, so as far as I am concerned my sister was Sandra Elizabeth even though she never breathed a breath.
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The road to 2013 part 4
In November 1965 we moved again into inner-city Birmingham, my parents taking command of the Salvation Army corps in Small Heath. We lived in Arthur Street in Birmingham, but again the house has been demolished. The church is now used for commercial premises.
In the summer of 1966 we holidayed in Weston-Super-Mare.
The road to 2013 part 3
In May 1964 we moved to Headless Cross. We lived in a house on the Evesham Road, apparently opposite a pub. I do not think the house is there anymore. My parents were in charge of the Salvation Army corps down the road at Crabbs Cross. When my older brother took this photo the hall was being used as a charity shop. My brother David was born while we were living in Headless Cross.
In the summer of 1965 we holidayed at the Salvation Army home in Cliftonville. I have a picture of me on a roundabout riding on a "train" at Margate (or it may have been Ramsgate). Perhaps a foretaste of the travelling of future years?
Friday, 23 August 2013
The road to 2013 part 2
Whereas I was born in Ancoats, my first official residence was in Swinton.
My parents were Salvation Army officers. At the time of my birth they were in charge of the Salvation Army corps (that's the Salvation Army terminology for "church") in Pendlebury - just across the railway line from Swinton. The quarters (Salvation Army terminology for the house the officers lived in) was at 56 Clarendon Road in Swinton.
The first picture is a modern view of the house in Clarendon Road (it is the house behind the streetlamp).
The second picture shows the Salvation Army hall at Pendlebury (nowaways referred to as Swinton Outreach Centre).
My parents were Salvation Army officers. At the time of my birth they were in charge of the Salvation Army corps (that's the Salvation Army terminology for "church") in Pendlebury - just across the railway line from Swinton. The quarters (Salvation Army terminology for the house the officers lived in) was at 56 Clarendon Road in Swinton.
The first picture is a modern view of the house in Clarendon Road (it is the house behind the streetlamp).
The second picture shows the Salvation Army hall at Pendlebury (nowaways referred to as Swinton Outreach Centre).
The road to 2013 part I
Nearly 50 years ago I was born in a suburb of Manchester called Ancoats, in the then Crossley Hospital. The Crossley Hospital was run by the Salvation Army and its primary function was as a hospital for unmarried mothers. My mother was married; but since she was a Salvation Army officer she gave birth to me in a private ward containing the "Officers' Bed".
This a picture of the Star Hall, one of the main Salvation Army meeting places in Manchester at the time. The complex, which was originally a theatre, housed in addition to the Crossley Hospital, the main worship hall and the northern office of "Trade" (the Salvation Army shop).
The second picture is the site today, albeit from a different angle. The tram in the picture is running past Crossley Court, a Salvation Army Housing Association development built on the site.
There is no blue plaque at this location commemorating my birth ... at least not yet.
This a picture of the Star Hall, one of the main Salvation Army meeting places in Manchester at the time. The complex, which was originally a theatre, housed in addition to the Crossley Hospital, the main worship hall and the northern office of "Trade" (the Salvation Army shop).
The second picture is the site today, albeit from a different angle. The tram in the picture is running past Crossley Court, a Salvation Army Housing Association development built on the site.
There is no blue plaque at this location commemorating my birth ... at least not yet.
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