Wednesday, 12 October 2016

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MORE LOVELY MEMORIES SHARED TO US BY MICHAEL MULLANEY OF SLEDGING (8th December 2016)

Hi Bryan,
Following on from Anna Cunnynghams memories of sledging in 1974-78.

In the 1950's which were my formative years in Haslingden, the heavy winter snow falls arrived with regularity and stayed for weeks which curtailed the movement of motor vehicles everywhere except the main bus routs.

Everyone would reclaim their home made sledge from the coal hole and set about polishing the iron runners to clean off all the accumulated rust otherwise you would not get any speed up, no fun in that.

Every location would have its own sledging place.  As for me living on the Long Shoot housing estate we made good use of Kirk Hill, that is the rough track extension at the top of Poplar Street at its junction with Cedar Avenue up to the junction with Haslingden Old Road.

It had a right hand bend half way down with a set of five large stone steps which allowed access to the allotments, when covered with deep snow made a high speed bank to be negotiated on the way down.
Several failed to get round the bend and ended up shooting up and over the garden fences behind Cedar Avenue which was even more exhilarating.  
If it was a prolonged cold spell, with work, the sledging track could stretch as far as the bottom of Poplar Street and Hillside Road.  All to soon the council would battle its way through and salt the side street followed by the thaw.

The thrill of sledging down an uncontrollable run was as exciting as it got, even better when you linked up to ten sledges together to make a flexible toboggan train with each rider having to hold the sledge rope tight otherwise the train broke apart creating a pileup.  Despite the risks I never knew anyone who sustained any injury.  Only for the brave was belly flopping, like the Cresta Run with your face just a few inches from the ground.  As well as belly flopping another rider would sit across the back of the laid down rider like riding a horse... great times, you cant replicate that on an electronic gizmo. 

Another good sledging track was the pavement down Rosewood Avenue, that was until the householder came out and scattered the hot ashes from the coal fires across the track spoiling the fun.
 Great times. 
Michael.


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FROM: Chris Aspin (8th December 20th)

RAILWAY REMEMBERED

To mark the 50th anniversary of the closure of
the railway through the village, Helmshore Local History Society,
has set up a window display in the fruit and veg shop in Broadway Crescent

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LOVELY MEMORIES SHARED TO US BY ANNA CUNNYNGHAM (ex pat living down South)


Sledging
For the four years we lived in Haslingden, each winter was predictably enveloped in deep snow since the westerlies brought ballooning mountains of moisture which , confronted by the implacable Pennines, would dump onto us avalanches of snow which would drift and blanket the town for weeks and months  on end. The local kids quickly became adepts at dealing with the stuff and there was a perfect sledge slope in Victoria Park which, after the first snowfall would  speedily fill up with families out for a spot of fun.
But in some ways the best sledging wasn’t done in winter at all. They were four hot summers we lived there (1974-78), with uncharacteristically dry weeks stretching rainless and shimmering through the school holidays and beyond. The reservoirs shrank, the NO SWIMMING notices got ignored and bewildered oldies were thwarted from complaining  about the weather.
Now was the time to find cardboard boxes, beat them flat and trudge  up onto the heights above the town. We lived on Blackburn Road just where Hud Rake swoops down and joins the main road, so for a brief walk we could cross the road, turn up Hud Rake and scramble up the steep hillside beyond, up towards Slate Farm. In minutes we were high above the town with a commanding view over towards  the hills in the west known as Oswaldwistle Moor .

We threw our cardboard down, slid our bums into position and we were off, careering down the grassy slope as fast as over snow. There’s something special about grass at 800 feet: it is quite unlike the grass you find in parks and gardens in the valleys. Its tough resilient blades aren’t flat but cylindrical, dark green and shiny and perfectly designed to allow any smooth surface to travel over it at speed. The more sophisticated sledgers brought out their winter sledges – plastic trays appeared too and a riot of kids would hurtle down the hot slippery grass , tumbling in a heap to rise and climb again.

uploaded here on 7th December 2016

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"Raingrane" (No.27)
watercolour by John Holt
On view in Haslingden Library

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Here above is yet another great photo of a days outing for the Griffin patrons which also shows Hoyle's Coach - Thank you to Susan Wallace for sharing with us - thought to have been around c1950.

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INFORMATION REQUEST From Madeleine Sankey (Isle Of Man) Re: St. Stephens Church, Grane Road (6th December 2016)


Dear Mr Yorke

I live on the Isle of Man and I am a member of a group known as ‘Church Recorders’ an offshoot of the ‘National Association of Design and Fine Arts Society’ (NADFAS) based in London.  I am particularly interested in Stained Glass windows.

I have been staying in the UK for a few days and visited the Holden Wood Antiques and was amazed at the windows in the church – really beautiful – I always try and find a signature or makers’ mark but unfortunately stained glass designers rarely sign their work.  I couldn’t find any marks on these windows and wondered if you had any information about the artist/manufacturers.  I would be so interested to find out and I wonder if you could help or perhaps point me in the right direction to someone who could. 
I look forward to hearing from you in due course 
Best regards 
Madeleine Sankey



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A fabulous old photo sent in by Bob and uploaded here on 3rd December 2016.


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The photo is a collective montage which shows a snow scene of the old Carr Mill to the left. Here in the photo it was owned and being used by Shepherd Bros (Timber) Ltd and you will see their large bow top timber shed. The farm to the rear left hand side is Martin Croft Farm, and the houses to the right hand side are Carr Mill Street and the now demolished Back Carr Mill Street.

The Bow Topped timber sheds were bought and brought from King Lynn and a identical shed was also erected up at Duckworth Clough around the same time. I remember clearly two guys who also hailed from Kings Lynn did all the work on their own.  Obviously hiring a crane contractor just on the days required to lift the stantions and the bow top roof.

Thanks to Bob for kindly sharing this photo with us.

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A new item for inclusion within our gallery "Haslingden in Art"

A snow scene of Carr Mill and Martin Croft (Click over to enlarge)

Watercolour by Nellie Tindley and kindly offered to us for inclusion by her son in law Bob.

painted Late January 1977, from the backyard of 302 Blackburn Road (uploaded here on 3rd December 2016)

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Photo: kindly shared by Alec Taylor (Please click over to enlarge)

Uploaded to here on 1st December 2016
The following will soon be added to a new blog which I intend to start very soon which will be called "Bleach Works" - and if anyone has any photos or information or stories, it would be great to receive them.  For now please enjoy:

SOME FABULOUS MEMORIES OF THE "OLD BLEACH WORKS" FROM BOB

Dear Mr. Yorke

I have been reading old posts about Holden Vale Flash.  Mike in France writes “Around the back of the bleach works there were railway lines which ran to warehouse loading bays facing the so called "lake" which was full of industrial waste with a nasty chemical odour.

That made me think about a piece of memoir that I wrote about working in the bleach works in the 1970s.  You may be interested to read it – it is attached.

Since I am writing to you, I wonder if I may ask you two questions:
  • The railway bridge at Holcombe Road between Jubilee Road and Stone Street.
    It is shown on an OS map for 1965.  On an OS map for 1979, it seems to have been demolished.  Do you know exactly when it was demolished?
  • Holden Vale Manufacturing Company was closed down in 1997.  There was an accident some time before with chlorine bleach in which several workers were injured (I believe some lost their lives).  Do you know of any Press references to that accident?
In my day, we hadn’t learned to be scared of the bleach.  I had my mind focused on the possibility of byssinosis:

Cleaning the drier


The weekly maintenance of the cotton drier is what triggered my intention to be a shop-steward.  Byssinosis is a nasty disease of the lungs, caused by breathing in cotton fibres.  Everyone in the Lancashire valleys knows about "brown lung disease" - it is the occupational disease of the cotton worker.  Every Sunday, on the afternoon shift, we got our prime chance to start a career into byssinosis.
The continuous process in the factory was shut down on Sunday afternoon, for as short a time as possible, for cleaning the cotton drier.  This was a tunnel about 80 yards long, just big enough for a man to crawl into, lined with fine wire mesh on sides and top.  On Sunday afternoon, the drier heaters were turned off long enough for it to be possible for two guys on that shift to crawl up the tunnel without burning their gloved hands on the metal floor or suffocating.  They each took a dust-pan and brush, and swept the cotton dust down from the far end towards the mouth.
Factory rules required the sweepers to wear a mask - the most rudimentary "protection" of 5mm of gauze held in a flat, bendy metal frame.  Most of the guys wouldn't wear this - they said it made it even harder to breathe in there.  A couple of them brought in big coloured hankies that they tied over their mouths like bandits.
I raised the uncomfortable word - byssinosis.  "Oh, no - you get byssinosis in weaving or spinning.  This is different."

Wet end

The Holden Vale Bleach Works in 1975 was a simple place.  One raw material – cotton linters – one product – cellulose – provided in two forms of packaging: block and sheet.  The process that transformed the raw material into the product was pretty simple too – wash, bleach and dry.
One set of tubs for washing and bleaching everything that came in through the devil hole, and then wet white cotton pumped either to be dried and pressed into blocks, or laid on a paper-making machine to be rolled up as sheets of thick blotting paper.
Very little was automated.  The big tubs were filled and emptied with the simple control of a 20 foot long wooden dipstick.  Pumping to one or other output process was simply a matter of the team running that process calling the keeper of the blend tub – “Pump some!”  (And I mean calling - just shouts across the factory.)  And then “Stop pumping!” (and therein lies a tale – later).  This is not high tech; this is a factory that hasn’t been touched since it was built sometime in the 1920s, I guess.  The gap between “Pump some!” and “Stop pumping!” is a matter of handed-down knowledge – just enough minutes to supply the need which has been the same half-a-dozen times a day every day for the 21,000 days since the factory was built.
The “wet end” is the wet end of the highest tech process in the factory – the paper-making machine.  Clean cotton suspended in lots of water is pumped to a holding tank about 25 feet off the ground from which it runs off evenly and gently over an 8 foot wide lip into a long shallow bath with a moving bottom conveyor made of fine wire mesh.  The flow of water down the bath keeps the layer of cotton moving, and as the water drains away, the layer forms a wet deposit on the moving mesh. 
The nascent paper, forming as an even film on the mesh conveyor as the water drains out of it should be just coherent enough to transfer (carefully!) an inch or so down and across onto another conveyor, this time of felt.  Hot air dries the cotton mat as it passes along on the mesh until it spills over as the mesh belt doubles back.  What spills over has some integrity as a damp mat, and it drops an inch or so down and across onto another continuous band, this time of felt.
The felt of which the second conveyor is made has a very even surface which transfers into the smooth surface on the forming paper. (This surface is created by the urea in which the felt is pounded during its formation - this is the finish that used to be created just round the corner in Higher Mill - I alluded to this in my discussion of toilet matters.) The forming paper is dried with heat as it is conveyed along, forming something closer to a wide ribbon of paper, with the beginning of a paper’s strength. 
At the end of the felt (where that band doubles back) the sheet drops, maybe an inch or so, onto a big heated roller (maybe 7 foot in diameter, 8 foot wide), turning slowly to carry the paper along..  This second transfer is another vulnerable point in the process.  The surface of the roller has to be turning at exactly the same speed as the paper coming down the felt runway.  The forming paper has to be dry enough to cohere, but wet enough to be flexible.  If everything is right, the paper, maybe 8 feet wide, will cross the inches of space between felt conveyor and roller and be carried on steadily round the roller and on to three or four rollers in turn, the heat diminishing as it passes.
What comes off the end is a continuous sheet of the consistency of blotting paper,  which is either rolled up for shipment, or put through a cutter for those customers whose factory processes demand sheets of cellulose.
The technological demands are fairly obvious.  The rollers have to be going at exactly the same speed, or they will tear the paper.  The speed of the rollers, picking up the wet paper needs to match the speed of the felt band which needs to match the speed of the wire mesh band.  The gradation of heating (drying) through the process needs to be right within fairly close tolerances.  And so on.  Not exactly high tech – but higher tech than anything else in this factory.
And some art, too.  How the cotton wash slops over onto the start of the production line determines how evenly the cotton will be laid and therefore the consistency of the paper produced.  Taking the wet mat from the wire mesh onto the felt is a delicate process, and so from the felt onto the rollers.  Even drawing paper from roller to roller demands some care.  After a break in the production (an accidental tear, or something deliberate) the wet end man comes into his own, with the chance to put production back on again in a few deft steps, or to lose production as the paper tears or collapses over and over.
An honour, therefore, for me to have been made a wet end man, after 11 months mostly wrapping blocks of cotton in brown paper and 3 months absence teaching developmental psychology at Cambridge.
I was never the wet end man, though – just a wet end man; assistant to Donald.  Now, Donald – there’s a few stories.

Donald

I presume that Donald must have had many episodes of working at Holden Vale, or maybe he had been a steady employee some time ago.  He was a recognized master of the wet end, and he had to have learned that sometime.  He turned up after I had been in Holden Vale a few months, and stepped straight into the wet-end job.  But he carried the air always of someone who was not going to be with us for long, and who would give no warning when he wandered away.
He was one of the very few people I connected with in that place for the years I was there.  Which is, superficially odd, because Donald was one of the most unconnected people I have ever met.  He was a gypsy.  (That may not, nowadays be a politically correct word to use, but in this case it is the mot juste - it encapsulates perfectly Donald's lack of investment in the practical here and now and the sense he exuded of being transitory.)  For all I know, he might actually have been a Romany – he didn’t sound like a Lancashire man.  What I meant, though, was that he moved among us like a gypsy.  Always a few days growth of stubble.  Odd that – for a period I saw him up close every day.  You would have thought that I would see him after he shaved, or else I would see a beard grow.  The perpetual two-day growth was just one of the mysteries.
The sense of connection that emerged for me with Donald was one of mood and empathy with his detachment.  I know I recognised him in this; I came to believe that he recognised me.  His detachment was life-long, or at least by the time I encountered him it seemed so.  At that stage, I did not know if my detachment was life-long, but I was beginning to fear it was so.  In me, it was my separation into an unreachable mental state that detached me from the world.  God knows what it was in Donald - upbringing? deprivation? some sort of madness? even a spiritual state, whatever that is?
Donald always wore a jacket.  Greasy and old, with a torn pocket, but it contributed to his air of dignity.  His hair was mostly grey, on black, and straight.  Quite long (maybe collar length) and always combed across his head.  He was quiet, hardly talking to anyone.  The guys who had been in the factory forever respected that.  They did not try to engage him in conversation – they gave him a respectful distance.  And Donald put the newer guys effortlessly in their place if they accosted him.  He had presence.
I joined Donald when I was promoted to being second man on the wet end, after a longer stint on the base-level folding job than most employees.  The label “student” sticks hard, and one of the things it meant was – “don’t promote, he's not staying long”.  Ironically, it was after I had come back from a three monthe gap, when I was lecturing at Cambridge, that they decided I could move on.
The wet end is one of those jobs like being an anaesthetist or an infantryman: mostly long gaps of inactivity with occasional bursts of panic.  The bursts of panic – planned very occasionally when there was a break between batches, or caused of a sudden by breaks in the paper – were occupied with the business of getting the stream of wet cotton running through until it was a wide ribbon of rolling paper again. 
I have given the mechanical description of the paper-making process above.  This should be flavoured with a sense of what the work felt like.  I don’t want to make too much of it.  No-one in that place really cared a damn whether we were productive or not.  Nevertheless, there are two of you, standing high up on the gantry where the wet flow begins, responsible for restarting the flow of paper without which all the hands below you are idle - on the rollers, the cutters, stacking, moving pallets and in the warehouse.  This does induce a sense of responsibility, even urgency.
When restarting is hampered by cotton that won’t flow smoothly, and tears appear between the conveyors or between the felt and the roller, between the rollers, and so on, then all of these men are not only idle, but sarcastic.  If the foreman decides that they should not be idle, but should be busy doing something like cleaning up (usually when a suit is expected to be visiting from the other side – the offices), then the sarcasm rapidly gets nasty.
Working with Donald, I rarely suffered these indignities.  Donald always adjusted the flow so the cotton spread evenly; when Donald caught the end of the wet proto-paper and flipped it onto the felt and then onto first hot roller, it always stuck and rolled without a break.  I followed behind him, in close and respectful attendance.
As a result, the gaps of inactivity with Donald were long – often a whole shift.
Donald spent those periods, apparently, almost completely without occupation.  He would roll a cigarette.  He would smoke it very slowly.  He did not appear to be looking at anything, but he looked attentive.  He would patrol his machinery, occasionally making little adjustments that were mysterious to me both in terms of what they were and what had alerted him to their necessity.
I would read.  I could get through two novels in a shift, and make huge inroads into more serious stuff.  I read George Trevelyan’s History of England as if it was a whodunit (which it is – or many, many interlocking whodunits), in a series of concentrated bursts. 
There was an unfortunate consequence to that particular burst of reading.  Absorbed in the Tudors and the birth of modern government, I failed to test for the completion of a batch of cotton pumped over from the bleach tubs.  (The test was very high-tech – an 18 foot wooden stick dipped into the tub to see how deep it is.)  I failed to call over to stop the pumping.  Only when a guy on break, smoking a cigarette in the open air, saw the cotton spilling over from the tub and ran in to shout an alert, did I remember that I ought to tell them to stop pumping.
That one stopped the whole factory.  It was the middle of the night-shift, with no management in sight.  Tom the foreman, a phlegmatic chap from Duckworth Clough, decided to get the problem out of the way before management came in the morning.  He closed down the whole factory, gave every man a shovel, and we shifted a huge pile of wet cotton, stinking of chlorine, from our car park over the wall into the neighbour’s yard.  (I am not sure who the neighbour was.  It might have been the bottom end of the lot occupied by the candlewick bedspread factory, formerly the Mission Hall, by Holden Tenements.  In any case, the yard did not look as if it was in constant tidy use so as anyone would notice any time soon the change wreaked by a few hundredweight of cotton.)
Donald didn’t mind that.  He was quietly amused.  He liked the fact that I didn’t need him as a source of diversion during the long shifts.  He contemplated; I read.  It worked comfortably for both of us.
Donald introduced me to his local – the Robin Hood.  That was a major act of social grace.  We took to meeting there before shifts, and going up to the factory together.  I have described this fine institution elsewhere in this book, and recounted the habits of Donald’s breakfast – a pint before the 2.00 p.m. shift, drawn as soon as the landlord saw Donald’s curtains twitch.
Donald lived in a terrace of houses opposite to the Robin Hood, across Holcombe Road.  The atmosphere of the whole of that road, below the factory, felt as if it was unchanged since before the First World War.  The fabric was unchanged, of course – solid blocks of grey stone stained by water and age, slate roofs, stony ground and a few scraggy sheep looking miserable.  Holcombe Road winds in and out beside the branch railway line, and the cottages are tucked in by the railway or lining Swinnell Brook.  The Robin Hood is hunched down on the east side of the road, between road and railway and brook, and Donald’s little terrace of six houses was opposite.  I guess they were built for the favoured workers at Sunny Bank Mill in the previous century.
The terrace did not look occupied.  It was as if Donald was squatting there.  It was not just that Donald did not leave much impression on the place he lived in, but one could see little evidence of the other residents either.  It was a place that a gypsy was passing through.
I did not learn much more about Donald from this new friendship.  Whether we were in the saloon bar at the Robin Hood or up at the back of the gantry by the filthy windows of the factory, we just coexisted in companionable silence.  I felt that the quality of the silence was changing – that was my only measure of the friendship.  I do not think that there was any externally observable change.  But I felt, increasingly, that I was being let into a private space that Donald normally kept to himself.  I have to admit that my own mental state must have been a factor in this perception – this was a period of intermittent, but continuing, mania for me.

I am reasonably sure that my intimacy with Donald was privileged.  I do not think that he had many others in the factory (or outside) with whom he had the same comfortable, long silences.  However, I am also reasonably sure that if I could have had a conversation with him (which was, itself, fairly inconceivable) on these lines, he would regard me as if I was demented – these are lines of thought on which I am sure his mind never travelled.

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Haslingden Cricket Club – (between 1919-1921) (Click over to enlarge)

Top Row: W.L. Halstead, H. Blackburn, Ald  J. Law J.P., Councillor Tom Worsley, J.T. Witham, Ald H. Worsley J.P & C.C., Ald Baxter, D Bask, C. Muck
2nd Row: R. Collinge, T Willock, W. Hargreaves, G.W. Hardman, J. Eastwood, The Mayor J.H. Anderton, R. Halstead, R. Bentley, E.E. Riley, J.E. Bastowe, W. Holt-Treasurer.
Front Row: A.E. Harman, E Catlow, A.E. Williams, J. Ashworth, G.H. Hindle, F.McWade, T. Lees (Scoror), A. Blackburn, A. Rhodes, W. Lees, W.H. Lonsdale (Secretary)

From: Sally Howarth  (1st December 2016)

I recently found your Haslingden CC website and am enjoying several of the old photos, as they feature a relative of mine.  His name was Ambrose Causer Williams ("Billy Williams").  Previous to Haslingden CC he had played for Yorkshire County Cricket Club (1911 to 1919)

He appears to be listed as "A.E. Williams" n the sepia photo entitled "Haslingden Cricket Club (between 1919-1921)".  He is the chap in the front row, third from left.

In the other sepia photo (1920 team with committee members), Ambrose is sat in the front row, fourth from left.

In the B&W photo of the 1920 team only, he is stood in the back row with arms folded, third from right.

These are the only photos I have seen of Ambrose, so I am thrilled to find them on your website.

I don't suppose you would have any individual photos of Ambrose in your collection, or could perhaps advise on where to locate one, if it exists?

Kind regards, Sally Howarth

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Train Entering Haslingden Station after coming through North Hag Tunnel
(Painting by the late Mr. Arthur Kirby) 

Did you know that this coming Saturday December 3rd, back in 1966 - THE STUBBINS - ACCRINGTON railway line which went through both Helmshore and Haslingden will have been closed for 50 years.

Yes you did have us “beat” with that one Mr. Chin - g!
And now 50 years are passing this week!
I guess you felt it right on the day for us, and other days for them,
Maybe you thought not enough folk travelled on it to Bury or Manchester,
Or maybe tuther way to Baxenden, Accrington, Burnley and Cowne.
Wakes trains were always full and steamed from under North Hag or (bonk!)
And Donkey Row was completely fogged owt!
Not Now!
And now 50 years are passing this week!
We’ve still got our “arches” down at Shore dear Sir,
And now we do have Ravens crossing its many bows,
And we’ve still got our memories of chugging (rather than buzzing!)
And the delightful (in its own way) smells of steam,
And fifteen years on in 1981 a “By Pass” shall be built,
Just where that very Stations weeps!


Bryan Yorke - 28th November 2016

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ALSO


Did you know that this coming Sunday December 4th was the opening of the BY PASS which was in 1981 and is 35 years old on Sunday.

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Uploaded here on 1st December 2016 - (Click over photo to enlarge)

Uploaded here on 1st December 2016 (Click over photo to enlarge)


A lovely photograph of the touring "Church Army" whilst visiting Haslingden and Helmshore.
Photo: uploaded here on 27th November 2016

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INFORMATION REQUEST FROM RICHARD LORD ON 26th Nov 2016

I'm unsure how/if you can assist however my paternal family history revolves
around Haslingden and the wider Rossendale area.
3 generations of the Lord family ran a joiners/cabinet makers business in
Haslingden from the mid 19th century until the 2nd World War. Richard Lord,
then James Lord and finally Edgar Lord who I presume sold up and retired some
time in the 1940's. The family had  houses on Wells Street (No 46) and Pleasant
Street.
I understand Richard Lord moved with his father, Edmund (a farmer) some time in
the early/mid 19th century from Slaidburn to a farm around Musbury/Alden, near
Helmshore. 
I am keen to source any further material/knowledge on the family and it occurs
to me that having operated a business in the area it is likely that a range of
information/evidence probably exists..somewhere! 
Any advice/assistance you may be able to provide on this matter would be
gratefully received. 
Regards

Richard Lord 

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A REQUEST HAS BEEN MADE BY MIKE WILSON of the Griffin requesting old photos



The group photo is from 1952 - kindly shared by Joyce Thorne

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Haslingden In Art (15 pictures or sketches within our collection)



Here we have some fabulous paintings or artwork associated with Haslingden and Haslingden artist. The following examples have been kindly offered for show on the Haslingden Old and New facebook site, or sent in direct to the Blog.  If you have any contributions you would like to share with us all please get in touch at (bryan.yorke@sky.com)

Charles Lane, Haslingden (Click over to enlarge)
Watercolour by J. Scholes

Kindly shared to our Facebook page by Michael Ryan who has had this hanging on his wall since work took him away in the 1970s. Reminders of Home -  Top of Charles Lane as a reminder of mum working at Flash Mill.


Robin Hood, Holcombe Road (Click over to enlarge)
Watercolour by J. Scholes

Kindly shared to our Facebook page by Michael Ryan who has had this hanging on his wall since work took him away in the 1970s. Reminders of Home -  Robin Hood for dad's tales of taking billy cans for a couple of pints for the lads when working at Holden Wood. 

Haslingden Old Road (Click over to enlarge)
Watercolour by J. Scholes

Kindly shared to our Facebook page by Michael Ryan who has had this hanging on his wall since work took him away in the 1970s.  Reminders of Home - Haslingden Old Road - As a memory of long summers play

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The Commercial (Click over to enlarge)
Watercolour by Arthur Kirby


Top Of Deardengate (Click over to enlarge)
Watercolour by Arthur Kirby

Market Place (Click over to enlarge)
Watercolour by Arthur Kirby

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A drawing of Major David Halstead and called "Haslingdens "David"
by Sam Fitton (1922)



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A drawing of Major David Halstead and called "Our Major"
by Sam Fitton (1922)

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A drawing of Major David Halstead and called "The Major, The Antiquarian Major"
by Sam Fitton (1922)


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View looking up Charles Lane from the end of Prospect Terrace (Click over to enlarge)

Watercolour kindly shared by Allan Bradshaw who's late cousin did the painting in the 90s.


Victoria Park (Click over to enlarge)

Watercolour kindly shared by Allan Bradshaw who's late cousin did the painting in the 90s.

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Wesleyan Chapel, Grane (Click over to enlarge)

Watercolour painting by Sam Good

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Deserted School and farmhouses - Haslingden Grane (Click over to enlarge)

Watercolour by J. Warburton 1962

Owned and shared to us by Jacqueline Ramsbottom

this item has now also been included within the "Haslingden In Art" Blog

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A snow scene of Carr Mill and Martin Croft (Click over to enlarge)

Watercolour by Nellie Tindley and shared by her son in law Bob

painted Late January 1977, painted from the backyard of 302 Blackburn Road



"Raingrane" (No.27)
watercolour by John Holt
On view in Haslingden Library

Monday, 12 September 2016

Photos and Information on Rising Bridge, Stonefold and Baxenden





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Lorraine Hooper (nee Eke) has kindly shared with us the above two photos 
The top photo shows the dismantling of the old boiler at the Rising Bridge Mill and the bottom photo shows some of the men on Walking Day with Lorraine's dad Jim Eke at the front of the party.

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Stonefold Church (Click over to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared by Lorraine Hooper (nee Eke) and uploaded here on 9th September 2016




Kearns Allens Works shown from aeroplane (Click over to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared by Lorraine Hooper (nee Eke) and uploaded here on 9th September 2016


Lower Baxenden
 (Click over to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared by Lorraine Hooper (nee Eke) and uploaded here on 9th September 2016

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Lorraine Hooper (nee Eke) has kindly shared the following photographs with us




Rising Bridge Post Office in the 1950's  (Click over to enlarge)

Uploaded here on 8th September 2016
(Photo: kindly shared by Lorraine Hooper (nee Eke)

Snowed Up in the 1950's showing the snowed up train beneath Rising Bridge together with the school high up on the left hand side.  (Click over to enlarge)
Uploaded here on 8th September 2016
(Photo: kindly shared by Lorraine Hooper (nee Eke)




Snowed Up in the 1950's outside Rising Bridge Post Office  (Click over to enlarge)
Uploaded here on 8th September 2016
(Photo: kindly shared by Lorraine Hooper (nee Eke)


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Monday, 22 August 2016

SUNNYBANK MILL, HELMSHORE and THE PORRITT FAMILY





Old Porritts Letterheading from 1909 (Click over to enlarge)




Dave Wise has kindly sent in some photos to share with us all (16th Aug 2016)

Bryan   I am enclosing some photos of Porritt's, Sunnybank Mills In response to the comments on the facebook page regarding the Commemorative Plate. I spent a lot of time in the mill when I was young as both my Mother and Father worked there Jim and Dorothy Wise.  My mother was in the felting  room and my dad worked in the mill bottom his fellow workers in there was Tom Watson, Alan Nuttall, Walt Rose Tom Bottoms Jack Davies, Bill and Eddy Stott, Stan Robinson, Alan Anderton and I think Dennis Warburton I might be wrong on the first name.  He had a brother called Golding as an aside his Reliant Robin was washed away in the 60's flood.

In the felting room the foreman was Tom Green.
Also working there at this time
Fire Beaters were Bill Rushton and Tommy Armstrong
Engineer was Frank West
Joiner was Sam Edgerton
Blacksmith was Vincent Cribe spent hours watching him shoe the horses that were used to transport the wool from Bridge End Mill and the station to the works.

Derek I think one of the Electricians when you were there was Eddie Wilkinson
Lorry driver was Bill Fitton.  Two of my friends Lawrence Barlow and Eric Henderson worked in the Weaving Dept. My Aunty Amy Graham was canteen manageress.
It was good to hear people from my youth replying to article.
Dave Wise


Porritts and Spencers - Finishing Roof (Click over to enlarge)


Porritts and Spencer Sunnybank - Cylinder Room

 Porritts and Spencer - Sunnybank Mill




Porritts and Spencer - Sunnybank Mill -  Finishing Room




Old Joseph Porritt and Sons Advert (Click over to enlarge)
Kindly shared by Craig Fleming

Friday, 19 August 2016

HASLINGDEN SPORT - The Tor Mile Race - Helmshore Annual Event


The late Derek Pilkington and I revived the Tor race on June 23rd 1958.  About 1000 spectators saw both senior and junior races. (see photos below)
Senior winner was - John A. Robinson (9 minutes, 10 seconds)
Junior winner - Stanley Rabin, aged 14 (9minutes, 33.8 seconds)
Start and finish at Barlow Terrace.

The race run during peace celebrations in 1919 and was from the Holme Field.

The Local History film, "Helmshore 1958", has shots of the race.

Chris Aspin




Tor Mile 1958 - Winner Johnny Robinson with Mayor Ben Fisher  (Click over to enlarge)
to the left hand side of JR is the runner-up Cyril Gregory of Helmshore.  Cyril's sister Veronica Gregory informs us that he now lives in South Africa.


Stan Raby winning Tor Mile 1958 (Click over to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared by Peter Shuttleworth and uploaded here on 19th August 2016


Christine Raby (20th August 2016) Stan's daughter confirms that he won the Tor Mile on 3 separate occasions and that she has his trophy cup in her possession.



Tor Mile Race – 22nd July 1963 (Click over to enlarge)

Presentation of cups by Mr. A. Bedford (2nd from Right), aged 89, at that time oldest member of Helmshore Local History Society.
Left: Brian Hall of Manchester and District Harriers, Winner of the Club Race.
Right: Michael Eastwood Winner of the Local Race.

Chris Aspin – Secretary of the Helmshore Local History Society.


Musbury Tor Mile 1963 - Last Man in Alan Schofield (Click to enlarge)





Thursday, 18 August 2016

HASLINGDEN SPORT - CRICKET



Haslingden Cricket Club, Bentgate

Below are a few photos of teams, players and other functions of varying times during the history of our Cricket Club.  Haslingden must have had some of the best pro's in the Lancashire League, before my time the great George Headley,  I remember when young, the great Vinko Mankad, and during my teens The great Clive Lloyd, and later still Denis Lillee. Also during my time I have good memories of fabulous local players like Ian Austin, Bryan Knowles and his sons, also John Ingham and the list could go on and on and on and hopefully before long we will be able to name them all!


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One of the earliest I can find is this but sadly as now undated!  (Click over to enlarge)





 Haslingden CC League Champions 1900  (Click over to enlarge)

Standing: C.T. Salkeld, W. Harris, G. Parker, E. Hargreaves (scorer), Sam Watson, A.G. Shaw, J. Usher (pro)
Seated: G.E. Bentley (Chairman), T. Rawlinson, T. Smith, W. Warburton (Captain),
J.W. Cowpe, J.P. Green, W. Brooks (Secretary)



Haslingden CC Team 1904 (Click over to enlarge)
photo kindly shared by Elaine Pollard

Haslingden CC Pavillion 1908 (Click over to enlarge)


Haslingden CC 2nd Team c1911 (Click over to enlarge)

Haslingden Cricket Club – (between 1919-1921) (Click over to enlarge)

Top Row: W.L. Halstead, H. Blackburn, Ald  J. Law J.P., Councillor Tom Worsley, J.T. Witham, Ald H. Worsley J.P & C.C., Ald Baxter, D Bask, C. Muck
2nd Row: R. Collinge, T Willock, W. Hargreaves, G.W. Hardman, J. Eastwood, The Mayor J.H. Anderton, R. Halstead, R. Bentley, E.E. Riley, J.E. Bastowe, W. Holt-Treasurer.
Front Row: A.E. Harman, E Catlow, A.E. Williams, J. Ashworth, G.H. Hindle, F.McWade, T. Lees (Scoror), A. Blackburn, A. Rhodes, W. Lees, W.H. Lonsdale (Secretary)



First Tea Rooms built in 1920 from a former army hut (Click over to enlarge)
Haslingden Cricket Club Team and Committee Members  - Cup Winners 1920 (Click over to enlarge)
Photo Shows Mr. Worsley stood behind the cup. Photo taken at Carter Place Hall 


Haslingden Cricket Club Team - Cup Winners 1920 (Click over photo to enlarge)










Fred Pickup with Lancs League Junior Championship Cup 1921
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A mixed selection of Haslingden CC past players (Click over to enlarge)

Top left: Frank Edwards, Top right: E. Riley,  Bottom left: Unknown, Bottom right: A. Blackburn



Haslingden Carnival c1923-1924

Back Row: John M. Willis, John Ratcliffe, Maurice Hugo.
Middle Row: George Lees, Joseph Collings,
Front Row: Alan Eccles, Frances McWade, John Bentley-Wood, Gilbert Rishton.

Haslingden Cricket Club team 1928 
Picture taken at Bentgate. Captain is Ted Riley (Centre), 3rd player from Left back row is Leslie Warburton, who played for Lancashire in a Test Trial.  Tall man next to him is Albert Rhodes who played for Lancashire.  Professional (Standing extreme right) is Frank Edwards, who was later coach at Eton College, slow left arm bowler




George Headley (Haslingden CC pro) presenting Daily Express bat to Leonard Pilkington
(Who later played for Haslingden) July 1934 (Click over to enlarge)


Also pictured are Mr. Halstead (left) headmaster of Central Council School and Mr. Pickup (Sports Master).
Haslingden Cricket Club players and committee members (Click over to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared by Joyce Thorne

More Haslingden CC past players (Click over to enlarge)

Top left:J. Sampson, Top right: George Headley )(pro), bottom left: Percy Sharples, bottom right: W. Harris


Haslingden Cricket Ground - Bentgate (Click over to enlarge)







More past Haslingden CC players (Click over to enlarge)

Top Left: Ernest Catlow, W.H. Lonsdale (Secretary and J.E. Bastow - Photo taken at Carter Place to celebrate Haslingden scoring 314 for 5 against Rishton.
Top Right: Ikram Elahi (pro) 1962-64
Bottom left: J. Wellock with ball he took 6 wickets for 7 against Church c1920
Bottom right: Jack Briggs


Haslingden v Accrington at Bentgate c1956 (Click over to enlarge)

Left to Right: Linden Dewhurst (Accrington Captain), Alan Pilkington (Haslingden), John Lawrence (Haslingden pro), Leslie Warburton (Haslingden player who had played for Lancashire), S.D. Dhanwade (Accrington pro), Jack Briggs (played for Lancashire in 1939), Jack Cronkshaw (Haslingden Captain.

Haslingden Cricket Club (early 1960s I think!)  (Click over to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared by Joyce Thorne


Haslingden CC 2nd Eleven Joint Championship Lancashire Junior League Winners 1963 (Click over to enlarge)
Haslingden Cricket Club Social Committee Members (Click over to enlarge)
thanks to Joyce Thorne for sharing this photo with us

Haslingden Cricket Club Official opening of the New Entwistle Pavilion - August 1969 (Click over to enlarge)
Coun. Donald Valentine (Mayor) and Mrs. Valentine and John Entwistle




Presentation to T.D. Lees by W. Dawson for HCC Secretary for 27 years - 27th January 1976 (Click over to enlarge)

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A Haslingden Cricket Team



 Haslingden Team Winners of Acc and Dist Cricket League 1960/61  (Click over to enlarge)
Photo includes: Back: Perry, Bargh Metcalfe, Stott, Tattersall, Bargh
front: Haworth, Lewis, Jackson, Holden.
Photo: kindly contributed by Andrew Metcalfe



Haslingden C.W.S Cricket Team

Haslingden CWS Cricket Club Team (Click over to enlarge)

Winners of the Accrington and District Wednesday League - Season 1913


Haslingden Salem Methodist Cricket Team


Salem Methodist Cricket Team c1926 (Click over to enlarge)
Kindly shared with us thanks to Jeff Stevens

Haslingden Secondary Modern School  Cricket Teams


Haslingden Secondary Modern School Cricket Team c1962 (Click over to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared with us thanks to Derek  Haworth


Haslingden St. Mary's Cricket Teams


 St. Mary's R.C. Church Cricket Team  (Click over to enlarge)


St. Mary's R.C. Church Cricket Team  (Click over to enlarge)

Haslingden St. Mary's Cricket Team c1930  (Click over to enlarge)


Haslingden St. Mary's Cricket Team (date unknown) (Click over to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared by John Bedford

Haslingden St. Mary's Cricket Club Winners Medals H.S.S.C.L 1929 (Click over image to enlarge)
Photo: Kindly shared by John Bedford


Haslingden Tradesmen's Cricket Team


Haslingden Tradesmen's Cricket Team 1924 (Click over to enlarge)
Newspaper cutting: Thanks to Joyce Thorne for sharing this with us

Porritt and Spencers Cricket Team


Porritts and Spencers Cricket Team at Prinny Hill (Click over to enlarge)
I also have this team listed as "Musbury Cricket Team"


Porritts and Spencers Cricket Team (Click over to enlarge)



Springhill Methodist Cricket Team

Springhill Methodist Cricket Team c1960s (Click over to enlarge)

I still have to include several "credits" to some of the photos kindly shared which hopefully will be added soon. Thank you.

MORE TO COME VERY SOON.......