My Father and his family: Eccles to Whaley Bridge
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Llandudno 1948: before I was born. Father and Son, 1950s 5 Spring Bank Terrace, seen in 2017. It was sold in 2015 and has been comprehensively restored. Mevril Springs BleachworksThe Bennett and Jackson yarn bleaching works near the Mevril (sometimes spelled Meveril) spring was a late arrival on Whaley's industrial scene, constructed in 1901 and welcomed by locals, and the decline of the collieries in the area was causing employment. I believe (comments welcome) that the cop-bleaching process; upstairs, winding machines operated by female staff transfer yarn on to 'cops' which are large bobbins which can be utilised directly by the customers on their looms. My mother's picture above, taken in the 1940s, with her sister Alice on the right, illustrates the procedure. The business was a partnership of Charles E. Bennett, the son of John Bennett who had a calico printing works in Birch Vale, and Glossop-born John James Jackson, the manager of the Birch Vale works. Jackson made his home in 'The Oaks', a large house on Elnor Lane, Whaley Bridge. In 1914 the firm joined the amalgamation known as the Bleachers Association, which had been formed in 1900 from over 60 bleaching firms, but continued to trade under its original name Charles Bennett was involved with several other textile businesses including the Ceba Down Quilting Company in Oliver Street, Stockport, which he purchased in 1879. An 1895 directory has 'Charles E. Bennett & Co., Bleachers & Sizers' operating in Birch Vale. The location of this works is not clear to me: was it part of the Bennett print works complex, or the Garrison bleach works lower down the river Sett? Charles Edward Bennett married Hayfield-born Frances Amelia Eyre in 1883 and they moved from Birch Vale to a large semi-detached villa (still in existence) called 'Thornycroft' on Burlington Road in Buxton. He died in 1899 in London, before the Mevril works was completed. Aerial view dated 1937, courtesy of English Heritage The Bleachers' Association, which in 1963 became Whitecroft Industrial Holdings, closed the Mevril down works in the early 1960s, allegedly because the trade union called a strike for higher wages. As the textile industry in Britain collapsed, Whitecroft turned itself into a property developer, and still flourishes in 2017. The works was taken over by the Dovedale Brick Company, which had an associated company called Whaley Bridge Proofing, which, among other products, proofed webbing for Army uniforms. Both companies appear to have ceased trading in 1973; latterly the building was divided into smaller units, before its final demolition to be replaced by housing including a street appropriately named 'Mevril Springs Way'. My mother's job at the Mevril was in the upstairs packing department, wrapping and labelling parcels of compressed yarn for dispatch; she saved a few of the labels which give an idea of their customers. Yarn was received from cotton-spinning mills, and bleached before being sent to weaving mills across the Empire. Bingswood PrintworksThe printworks, whose buildings (seen above in 1968) are almost the only reminder in 2019 that textile works existed in Whaley, is named for nearby Bings Wood; the word Bings is said to mean a coal mine spoil heap. The first mill on the site was built by a John Welch in 1853, but over the years there were many changes to the buildings; eventually the River Goyt was diverted to a new course to allow further construction. In the 1890s it was taken over by a firm which re-located from Ratcliffe, Lancashire, bringing with them workers who were housed in 24 new houses which formed Bingswood Avenue. In 1900 the firm joined the conglomerate known as the Calico Printers Association (CPA) which ran the business until, by then known as Whitecroft, closed it down in the 1950s and it was later divided to become an industrial estate. The surviving print works buildings are said to date from around 1912-15. Goyt MillsThe Goyt Mills, located adjacent to the river of the same name, which seems to have been diverted slightly to make space , was built in 1865-66 for a Mr Adshead who is said to have lived in the village at Horwich Bank, as researchers have had trouble locating more details. It was a stone-built single-storey weaving shed, with a two-storey building in front in which ancillary processes took place. It was known to all in Whaley as 'The Shed.' It had its own railway sidings, connected to the Whaley Bridge section of the Cromford and High Peak line. One siding served to supply coal for the boiler house, and another, abandoned at an early date, ran alongside the main building, to a shelter for loading or unloading materials. After some early troubles, which included on one occasion the burning by the workers of an effigy of the manager, the mill settled down to a workaday existence, employing many local women to tend the powered looms; it was claimed to be the largest one-room weaving shed in Britain. It appears to have also engaged in cotton spinning, and its listed as such in a 1910 directory. This aerial view shows the weaving room with its north-light roof. Old maps show that it was extended twice during its working life. The view above was taken after closure. Like all such sheds of the period, the weaving area was a cacophony of noise when in operation, as the shuttles were knocked back and forth between the warp threads. Each weaver tended twelve (originally eight) semi-automatic looms, which would have been powered by overhead pulley and belt driven from a steam engine, but later electric motors were used. In the 1960s my mother ran the works canteen, until the management decided to increase productivity by closing the canteen and providing drinks vending machines on the weaving floor, so she had to venture into the noise to maintain these on a part-time basis. She also cleaned the offices, and cleaned dust from healds removed from the looms. An interesting development after World War II was the arrival in Whaley Bridge of a number of ladies from Austria to work at the mill, through the 'Blue Danube Scheme' which advertised in Austria for workers to come to Britain, initially for two years, to work in the textile industry. Some married Whaley men and stayed; one of my mother's friends was called Krystl Jones. The manager in our era was Elliot Hurst, who had started work at Goyt Mills as a weaver in the 1920s, and had worked his way up to manager by 1952. His father, also named Elliot, had also been a weaver in North Manchester. Mr Hurst retired, age 65, in 1972, replaced by Peter Whelan, but by then the heyday of such mills was over, and it closed its doors in 1976. Demolition in progress. Unlike the Mevril, and the nearby Bingswood Printworks, no attempt was made to find other uses for the Goyt Mills building, and it stood empty for some years until it was demolished, along with the council-owned former gasworks buildings behind it, to make room for a housing development, christened 'Woodbrook'. The new houses under construction: they were first occupied in 1987. Happily, the cast iron nameboard from over the office doors was rescued by local historian Joyce Eyre, and is on display near the site of the mill gates, along with an interpretation board. Thanks and referencesMost of this piece is based on my own memories, family mementos, and my late mother's photograph collection, with help from ancestry.co.uk and other online sources.However I must thank the members of the Whaley Bridge Photos Forum and associated websites for their work in recording the history of the village I called home for 35 years. David Stirling's Goyt Valley website is an excellent read for anyone interested in the history of the Fernilee area. |
My Father, Charles Hulme, was born
on 21 August 1910, in the village of Whaley Bridge, which at
that time straddled the border between Cheshire and
Derbyshire which followed the river Goyt. The Cheshire side,
where Charles was born, was known officially as
Yeardsley-cum-Whaley. He was the only son of Albert Hulme, a
former soldier then working as a quarryman. I never
knew my Hulme grandparents, and have no pictures of them. My
father died in 1966 well before I was seriously interested
in family history matters, and we lost touch with that side
of the family in later years.Pronunciation note: We have always spoken the name as H-you-m as is the norm in place names such as Kettleshulme, although the people of Whaley tended towards 'Oom' rhyming with 'zoom'. In Germanic countries we answer to Hull-may...Charles Hulme met my Mother, Agnes Hill in the late 1940s when they both were employed at Bennett and Jackson's Mevril Springs Bleachworks in the Horwich End district of Whaley Bridge, and they married in 1948. Agnes's father James Hill probably did not approve of the match, as Charles (also, like myself, commonly known as Charlie) frequented pubs and drank beer, anathema to the strictly Methodist Hill family, but he lived with it. I only have a fragmentary knowledge of my father's early employment; clearly he was a skilled craftsman as some of his metalworking tools - taps, die and feeler gauges, have come down to me, along with a hardened steel stamp which he made himself (exactly how, I have no idea) and was used to make his name on his tools. The 1939 Register records him working at the Bingswood Printworks, which occupied the buildings which later became the Bingswood Industrial Estate. His job at that time was described as 'Textile printing machine minder'. He found himself in the Cheshire Regiment in World War II, and a notebook has survived in which, in addition to notes made on training courses he noted his various postings: September 26th 1940. Somme Barracks, Sheffield. 4133211 Private C. Hulme, [Cheshire Regiment]. 3 Squad, 2 Recruit Company, 341st M.G.T.C. [Machine Gun Training Centre] Rifle No. 3168, Bayonet 336.There are no more entries: I believe that he was discharged as medically unfit, and returned to Whaley Bridge where he served in the Home Guard while returning to work at the Bingswood Printworks, which had ceased printing in 1942, but part of the works was used to manufacture munitions for the Admiralty, not resuming printing work until 1947. The family story goes that when the war ended, Charles lost his skilled job in favour of returning soldiers, and was forced to find work as an unskilled labourer at the Mevril Springs bleach works, loading yarn into the 'kiers' - tanks in which the bleaching process took place, in a foul chlorine-laden atmosphere amid the ancient equipment. (I recall that most of his evening meal conversation consisted of complaints about the foreman Mr Roberts.) The manager of the works at that time was Mr Shelmerdine, whom I know interested himself in my welfare in various ways, as did residents of Whaley Bridge in ways I didn't appreciate at the time. I can't resist including a short piece I wrote at Whaley Bridge School in November 1955, aged 6: My Daddy is a bleacher. He works at Bennet & Jackson. He works on a dumper. He does 150 cops until 5 o'clock, and 200 until half past nine. He is good at electric and wood-work. He goes to work at half past 7 in the morning. He comes home at 12 o'clock on Saturday morning. There are wagons and lorrys. There is a big shoot, at the top the cops are parseled up, and then sent down the shoot into a lorry.Charles Hulme married Agnes Hill in September 1948, and I was born the following year, destined to be their only child. Their first home was the Hulme family home at 5 Spring Bank Terrace, Reservoir Road, Whaley Bridge, which they shared with Charles's two sisters and niece, but soon afterwards they were able to rent their own home, a small terraced cottage at 12 Canal Street where we lived for several years before moving into the slightly large house next door at No.11, which became my home for the next thirty years. See also my pages James Hill and his Daughters and Me and Mrs Middleton. After the bleach works ceased trading, Charles was able to find new work at the Bernard Wardle printworks near Chinley, where his job was to connect together, using a sewing machine, rolls of cloth for the continuous-roll printing processes. The heavy rolls had to be carried by hand to his work station. Hard work, and a compulsory 12-hour working day plus Saturday morning. I owe a great deal to my father, who laboured for long hours to bring home a wage packet, which, as was the tradition, he turned over unopened to my mother who issued him and me with the week's 'spending money.' Most of my father's went on cigarettes and a daily bottle of stout, fetched from the nearby Navigation Inn. Most years in the 50s and early 60s we had a summer holiday, which was taken in 'Whaley Wakes fortnight' which happened to include my birthday. We'd travel by train to a different English resort each year, and spend two weeks using dad's 'Holidays with Pay' money on a guest house or private hotel. Our suitcases would be carefully sewn up in sacking and taken to Whaley Bridge station to travel by the Passenger Luggage in Advance system and delivered to our lodgings. He made a hobby of woodwork, and after his marriage he made some of the furniture for our family home in a workshop which he also created himself in the back yard of our Canal Street house, complete with home-made work bench. Sadly, his physical and mental health deteriorated and by the 1960s, before I could really get to know him well, he had retreated into his shell, spending several weeks in Parkside mental hospital, Macclesfield in 1963, finally dying of cancer just after Christmas 1966. The one piece of advice I recall him giving to me was 'Never do anything unless you can face the consequences.' Like many others of my generation, I was the first in my family to go to University after passing suitable 'A' levels at New Mills Grammar School, at no cost to my family in those days when University education was for a few, supposedly selected by academic ability. I was even able to claim from Derbyshire County Council my travelling expenses three times a year from home to London and back, and my season ticket for travel between lodgings and college. Whether I made the best of the opportunity is doubtful, as it came soon after my father's death and initially I was unable to adjust to the need to work unsupervised, preferring to explore London's rail network. However I did eventually obtain a degree in Mechanical Engineering from Imperial College, and went on to use skills I had learned there in the early days of computing to hold down a well-paid job at the University of Manchester where we made several innovations in the sphere of library automation. Perhaps my father would be as proud of his only child today as he always was in his lifetime. This picture of Mevril workers, showing a presentation in progress to a Mr Brown, probably the manager, in November 1954. Any other names will be gratefully received. The Hulme family tree
What follows is based mostly on what memories I have about
the Hulme family, a few relics, and what I can glean from
the Internet. |