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  1. Yes, of course, Mickley Lane, Baslow Road, had to be somewhere rural. Just couldn't think. Thankyou.
  2. Old Thread. NEW Post. Interesting, as always. I am still trying to work out the whereabouts of the FIRST Photograph(s) in this Post. I thought it was Southey/Southey Green Lane at first, but it can't be. Where abouts is it, please?
  3. I have a problem, I am trying to identify two farms nearly opposite each other on Bingley Lane. Bingley House (O.S. maps) is now at least a farm and looks 19th c to me but I think replaced an older one, I have no idea what was there before, Topside of the lane is Bingley farm (O.S. maps) or Bingley Lane Farm. This was due to be demolished because of a tree problem but not now. It has evidently some great age. I have references to a "...farm on Bingley Lane" 1819 and later stated "... a farm at Bingley House" mentioned 1835. So description inconclusive. I have a Mark and an earlier Charles Dyson (pre 1828, possibly pre 1800) Both cutlers and mentioned in connection with the "Bingley House Trust" - set up to educate the Stannington poor in the 17th c. and associated with Underbank School and chapel. "Revitt, Jonathan, Born Mar 06 1820 in Nether Gate, Stannington, Yorkshire, Died Jun 06 1896 in Bingley House, Stannington" (Tribal page.) There are Beals at Bingley Farm (I reckon) in the 1841 Census, another cutler.not yet found later Census I have been unable to track down any old pics or old maps . Can anyone help please? Mike
  4. My name is Jack, up to 1969 I lived on Arthur street. In what was Watmoughs coal yard area. I went to Crooksmoor school infants, juniors and seniors to the point where I moved schools and I went to Cts on Leopold street Sheffield, some pals at the time were cross brothers, also Steven Allen. If anyone knew me, would love to hear from them! Any information regarding Cheryl Goldthorpe, as well as we were also acquaintances. Thanks Jack
  5. J Stead and Co became part of the Balfour Darwin Group in 1961! The Plumbing firm I worked for carried out the plumbing maintenance for the group and during the long cold winter of 1963 i think I worked at most of the group's premises. The Sheffield Forge and Rolling Mill at Millsands and a Wire Mill at Kellam Island. Andrews Toledo on Neepsend Lane. Wardsend Works on Penistone Road and a Stockyard on Livesey Street. A Forge and Rolling Mill at Beeley Wood and the Fitzwilliam Works on Sheffield Road, Tinsley.
  6. This image is captioned 'Sharrow Lane Nursery and Infant School' but I can't place this on Sharrow Lane at all. Anyone any ideas where it is? It's dated 1979. http://www.picturesheffield.com/frontend.php?keywords=Ref_No_increment;EQUALS;s31214&pos=4&action=zoom&id=103597
  7. There was once a regular annual series of matches between the Sheffield FA and the Glasgow FA, and it all began in March 1874 when the first match was played at Bramall Lane --the teams sharing a 2-2 draw. Here is the cover of the match programme for the 1933 meeting at Bramall Lane on Monday October 23.
  8. Can someone put a name to this church on the corner of Rowland Road and Bramall Lane, please.
  9. Went to that one too, Dodger, and it would have been one of my earlier ones as well, since we are v.approx the same age/FPS. Probably more than a few GOOD nights spent, not wasted at all, in that hot and sticky old basement club! Some EXCELLENT music from the DJ's though...and a good few up and coming Punk/New wave groups, local, national and international at the time. Didn't you often used to catch the 75/76 late night bus after, up to Lane Top area?There was usually a small gang of us, Sheff 3, 4 and 5 crew. BTW - I've read most of your Life in the City of Ghosts, blog thingy too. Thanks for the postings. Got a keen stomach for memorabilia/Nostalgia nowadays, at my age! Give my regards to Lango, Vinner, Wilma, et al, if you are in touch with them now.
  10. Hi, I've been a member for a while now but this is my first post. I'm doing some family history research, and in the 1901 census my great great Grandfather was living at number 30 Joiner Lane and further research reveals he was living at this address up until his death in 1909. However, Joiner Lane seems to have now disappeared. I have seen a map which shows Joiner Lane running parallel to Joiner Street, just off Nursery Street, but the map I've seen (50's I think), doesn't show any dwellings. I'm hoping to find any photos and/or maps of the area for the period when he was living there. Also, the 1911 census shows my great Grandfather living at 53 Kilton Street (another street which has now gone), and also shows him as employed at the Silver Plate Works. I looked into this and the only Silver Plate works I can in Sheffield at the time is Beaumont Bros on Joiner Lane! Any help with this would be very much appreciated.
  11. I'm trying to find the location of the Weston Cinema, (known locally I believe as The Flea Pit) but don't know it's exact location. My reference book gives no information other that the name and the fact that it existed. Weston St? St Philips Rd? Answers and info gratefully received.
  12. 9ķ . I see there have been several threads here and on the Sheffield Forum re the Bennett College, a subject I know a little about. Referring back, RichardB's post in 2009 taken from a GLIAS post of some ten years earlier is a reasonably fair overall historical summary but with which I have two slight minor problems. The first aim was to show a student had reached a certain standard. I am not aware that the College ever suggested the use of letters after the name as a result of receiving a diploma. The second aim was always to prepare students to take exams set by professional bodies who are exacting in their standards. A hard way either way just to get a few letters. The squadron leader's comments are odd considering the armed services have been encouraging the gaining of qualifications at all levels for years before that. Mr. J.H. Bennett (properly "The Govenor" but always known to the staff as "The Old Man") was originally a book salesman who realised there was a need and a market for education resulting in him originally setting up business in Regent Street. Both my father and his younger brother went to work at the College when they left the old Central Secondary School in the 1920s . In fact their education wasn't over as they were both required to get professional qualifications in their own time to act as tutors. (Chartered Institute of Secretaries and a degree in Electrical Engineering respectively ). Certainly by 1930 the College had moved to Melbourne Avenue into what was always supposed to have been the vicarage of the local church, which I have always had doubts about, purely based on the enormous room sizes and that internally it didn't look domestic. Heating was by hot water radiators only , from a coal boiler in the cellar, no fires or chimneys about the place rather suggests office use. No doubt someone will know. The site www.gracesguide .co. uk/bennett college has adverts from 1916 to 1960. In particular the 1935 version is worth study as a concise account of the philosophy, a fair selection of courses and the method of working of the business. This site also shows that both the photos of J.H.B. and the front of the building and the slogan " Let me be your father" were only used rather irregularly pre WW2 and not for very long. The slogan however was discontinued post WW2 but took a long time dying so the ad men got it right. . The delightfully described "overbearing and pontifical old man" by RichardB must have been an early example as it does not appear. from 1916 on. The later head and shoulders photo was Mr. J.H. Bennett himself. Originally very Edwardian, in 1933 it became a more modern one . By WW2 the adverts were slimmed down to more a less a catalogue of courses and the prewar florid prose and his photo diappeared permanently, except for one revival marking 50 years in 1950. The 1936 advert is interesting in that for the first time the picture of his son N.C.J.Bennett also appears, with the slogan changed to "big brother," supposedly the inspiration for George Orwell. I personally don't remember that slogan being used again by the College although RichardB insists it was, right to the end. I would be delighted to find any examples of the " be your big brother" ad. with Norman Bennets photo which have so far eluded me. I have wondered if this impression of building size in the prewar advert was the cause of a recurring problem.. Several times a year a student, often from Africa, would arrive with his case under the belief that it was a residential college with teaching facilities. Father always said he felt sorry for them, having saved the fare, made the journey and then been disappointed. I asked how he dealt with it, the answer being the same as now; point them in the direction of what passed for social services in those days for the state to deal with. I suspect it was the result of not fully reading reading the adverts which are fairly clear in this respect. I see there is still a recent reference to "grandfather attending" BOX's 2009 aerial view post is correct. Looking closely at it, the drive up the side can be seen as can a narrow covered path continuing in a straight line up the grounds of the neighbouring house. The College bought this property on Westbourne Road after WW2 and the path up to it was.added. It was used mostly for paper storage, a staff room for use at lunch time and any other odd purpose. One of its main attractions was an enormous very old mulberry tree on the lower lawn. Berries as big as your thumb, heavy crop and perfect with a drop of cream. Never had any as good since. It had another unsuspected feature which the College would not capitalise on. To the left on the aerial view is what would now be a garage but was and maybe still is is a proper Edwardian "Motor House" as prescribed in period journals as being necessary to protect the owners new car. A set of tall doors into a white tiled building with a pit in the centre. This had a set of stairs down and was also tiled. There was a large stone slab bench against the house wall. There was a full glass roof which fortunately had survived the blitz and gave maximum light. Exactly as the book said. Peel Street garage knew of its existence and for many months pestered the College to rent it to them as extra work space. The answer was always a firm refusal. It was very useful though. The family car spent enough time over the pit. There was one problem however. The drive sloped down from Westbourne Road and there was no drain in the pit. After a sharp shower wading about in several inches of water and working overhead lost it's appeal. The main College building had three floors and three areas.; the tutors were on the front halves of the two floors, the female clerical staff at the back away from the windows and the typing school up in the attic. This fascinated me. I learned my typing on the grandmother of all machines. Most of the College work was copy typed with some dictation and typists were not to be had, hence their own school in the roof.. Something like twelve or fifteen desks and typewriters with blank keys. Instead, hanging down from the roof in front was a cloth keyboard diagram about eight feet by six in old money 0 so the girls had to look up to it. It was there for the first week, and was then rolled up for the second final week. I said I thought that was a bit much. Father's response was that they soon learned. The other thing which struck you was that everywhere you looked there were filing cabinets. There was a formal front entrance, strictly limited to Himself. Everyone else used the side door up the drive. There was a carpeted staircase behind the right hand office, also strictly limited to Himself for going to and from his carpeted office on the first floor front. Everyone else used the uncarpeted wooden floors and central staircase at the side of which was a hand operated lift, goods only. Fraternising was discouraged. I have thought how to describe the regime. Now long gone, I think Dickensian is appropriate. Timekeeping was strictly enforced, 9 hour day, five and a half day week, 8 a.m to midday Saturday. Father with some twenty years service could contemplate a two week French holiday for three in 1940 on his £5 weekly salary. (Actually it took another fourteen years to realise) Paid holidays were allowed, except that J.H.B. said a week was seven days only. Consequently stopping on a Friday afternoon would have required a return to work on the morning of the following Saturday week. Not doing so would have counted as being off for eight days. To travel on two Saturdays meant working till midday on the first of them. Properly dressed at all times. On one occasion he passed by as a typist was halfway up the staff stairs. Catching a glimpse of underskirt she was fired on the spot. By WW2 commonsense had prevailed. The College produced it's own text books with the assistance of Pawson and Brailsford on Norfolk Street who got a very desirable monthly order for paper and office supplies which continued to the end. The tutors were organised in sections under a senior and were in general responsible for writing the appropriate textbooks and courses including updating them, quite often without being credited. My uncle produced the electrical ones; father did the fire, law and the bookkeeping and accountancy subjects plus my favourite light reading, "Police Duties". which got him into trouble with the Chief Constable of Northamptonshire over copyright. If necessary, any qualified person could be paid to write a specialist course to order. One I remember doing so was the Professor of Spanish at Western Bank. Later I acted as go-between for the college in Berkshire and a lady in Bardney, just outside Lincoln. Certainly post WW2 there was also an invisible network of "Outside Tutors" who collected homework, marked and commented on it, brought it back for any typing and then posting. My favourite was the Rev. Halliday, Vicar of St Mathias Church somewhere in the Pomona Street area. Being in his words able to do his parish duties, cycle round the handful of parishioners and compose his sermon in one long day, for the rest of the week he retired to his fully equipped workshop practicing his trade by making foundry patterns for the local steelworks and the odd bit of beautiful cabinet making, plus marking any wood subject homework for the College. Anybody suitable could be pressed into service. A folder dropped in my lap one teatime. "Query for you. Man wants to know about the Great Western's only Pacific." (Railway Engineering student) With an interest in railways it was no problem. "Do it now" was implicit. Family didn't get paid though. The system was essentially simple; once started the student received the necessary text books,and the first lesson for study, entirely at his own pace. In the fullness of time the completed answer paper would come back, be marked and recorded, any corrections or comments made and returned with the next lesson. Every effort was made to return marked papers and the next lessons as soon as possible though there was no guaranteed turn round time but three days was an unofficial aim where possible. In the end if the student had made the grade he would be told so and sent a large certificate with the subject on it. No question of copying at a distance; the secret is a set of questions based on what has gone before, not the same as. Whether the student then sat any other qualifying exams for his occupation was up to him. The adverts make the point of preparing a student for that eventuality which may answer simonr's point re recognition. For many years regular business came from the police courses and the promotion exams; constable to sergeant and sergeant to inspector. The College ultimately set the exams (actually father again) if a force did not have it's own system. These were to demonstrate a knowledge of current statute law. For no obvious reason they got marked and assessed on our dining room table and the results sent to the police as evidence. Actual promotions when and if were up to them. Advertising was in the hands of an agency somewhere and must have cost a small fortune. Periodicals of all kinds seemed to be the usual thing, worldwide but particularly in the U.K. A copy of every one came to prove publication, briefly checked and then spread about. For years I read every issue of The Aeromodeller and Model Engineer plus irregular copies of various Indian magazines. (One article I remember was the uses of dried cow dung, information I somehow never needed ).The use of a "Dept.No....." in the address was the old dodge Every advert and periodical had a number so sorting by the mythical department showed which placements were most effective. Later I did discuss the need for the College and whether it served any purpose. My father's comments after many years in the job were that hereabouts we were used to qualifications as having or not having H.S.C., H.N.D., City and Guilds, B.A., B.Sc. and so on. Out East particularly there were accepted intermediate grades such as Failed B.A., simply because at that time there were so few who got there that anyone who had sat and not passed also had a value.. As course enrolments kept coming in a lot of people were obviously prepared to put themselves out in their own time to gain knowledge and the College was there for the purpose. One post has suggested that the rise of the Technical College caused the early decline in correspondence colleges. Not strictly true; the majority of the Bennett College business was from overseas where there were no facilities, which were in truth only gradually being provided. The College needed it's own dedicated large mail van delivering and collecting each day and my stamp collection grew quite nicely. Before anyone asks I have no idea of weekly, annual and overall totals, I have to say that before WW2 Mr. J.H.Bennett as owner was the driving force and very much present and in command. Little pigs had big ears and father didn't mince his words after hours. As to the Bennett family, his daughter was in London having married Douglas Birkinshaw who is now forgotten but did appear regularly in distant BBC documentaries among the small group of engineers setting up prewar trial television services. Son N.C.J.B. (Norman) had been in the business since about 1921, " helping Dad" per 1936 advert but I cannot be sure what he did. Whatever the situation J.H.B. was in charge. As a firm it was a private limited company with the family as directors. One post seems to find this somehow unusual. May I suggest a study of the Companies Act and the limitation of liability in case of failure. Comes the war and Mr. and Mrs Bennett disappear out of trouble into the Old Hall Hotel at Buxton for the duration along with the company somewhat elderly sit up and beg Rolls Royce. I believe that Mr. Bennett did occasionally put in a brief appearance on Melbourne Avenue. Norman Bennett went into the R.A.F. as did my father. My uncle left for pastures new at Scunthorpe Technical College in 1942. For the duration it was a case of ticking over with the senior men and whoever they could get, which was to cause problems after the war. Father had become a senior after some twenty years service and found his post filled by an Eastern European refugee who declined to give way, in spite of government regulations requiring returning servicemen to be given the same or better jobs as they had had previously. For some months things were strained and according to my father people had other priorities. Life was a bit uncertain for us for a while but things gradually improved. I never met Mr J.H.Bennett , in fact my only distant contact was when I rose very early to drive Father to his funeral at Buxton early in 1946.. In attendance were his wife, his son Norman and wife from Sheffield , his daughter Mrs Florence Birkiinshaw and her husband up from London, I think Miss Marguerete Nolan, head of female staff and my father, head of the tutors, (and repairs, lift, boilers, fire extiguishers and anything Miss Nolan didn't do.) Norman Bennett who I knew moderatly well then became officially The Governor and I now have to choose my words carefully. Tactfully put he was not like his father, not much get up and go so to speak, rather more your carry on as before sort of type. Nice enough personally though I found. Mrs Bennett seems not to have been a director and spent the rest of her days at Buxton. To have someone on hand to sign cheques and so on Miss Nolan was elevated to the Board. The firm's accountant Councillor Oliver Holmes, sometime Lord Mayor was also invited on the Board. Life carried on and then my father was also offered a seat on the Board. My impression was that Norman Bennett then became something of a figurehead. No photos or slogans in the adverts that I have seen.......For the record Norman only reigned till his death in mid 1955. In effect then the three locals took over right to the end with Oliver Holmes in the chair and I believe Mrs Birkinshaw was still connected at a distance. Someone has suggested some sort of tie up with The International Correspondence School Certainly the I.C.S was watched to see what they were doing and that was all. So far as the College went they were independent and stood on their own. Mentioning I.C.S. or putting an 's' after Bennett would incur extreme displeasure. Somewhere in the early 1950s it was decided that there should be one or two overseas sales promotional tours to look into local needs and educational conditions and maybe drum up trade. This brought to light somthing I had never heard of, the existence of representatives of the College in the central African countries, (and maybe elsewhere.) To this end Oliver Holmes and father would go and in time cross the full width from Kenya to Nigeria as they still were. This was at a time when talk of independence was just beginning. Unknown local reps. would run a publicity campaign in the month or so before their arrival, organise gatherings arrange car hire and all else. Photographs would be needed to be sent out for the posters. A photographer was engaged to take father at his desk and came with a bag of spectacles, hats , caps, false beards and the Lord knows what else. Father was allowed to hold his own pipe, point with it, suck it and do ùwhatever. Ultimately several poses were chosen, the final one being him seated, full face as Director of Studies, looking over the top of a pair of half glasses. So get on with the organising. All went well till someone pointed out the Africans would be looking for a man with half glasses coming off the aircraft, as per photograph, except that he didn't wear glasses. Panic. Mother and I knew he had difficulty reading, a family failing but he wouldn't admit it. A quick word to the family optician, Wraggs at Rustlings Road end who when father went in a rush for glasses with plain lenses, contrived to test his eyes, get lenses made and fitted him out as per advertising photos.We had tried for years to do just that. . In summer the two of them went on the first trip, two weeks as were all the others. For practical reasons I had a 'VW Beetle which father disliked and thoroughly disapproved of. To his horror one was waiting for him to drive round Africa. It performed well for them but still only got grudging acceptance. No problems weatherwise. On his return he had obviously looked into future developments particularly after the probable independence and was not very optimistic.. Later in November the pair of them went to the West Indies and then the Bahamas. That apparently went reasonably well but a crafty stopover in New York had been arranged. Disaster.. Arriving in light suits for warm places, they landed in a blizzard. I enquired what had they done then. Got a taxi to the nearest store, bought a heavy coat each and booked the next flight home. It was perhaps tactless of me to suggest that perhaps they should have looked up November weather in New York on one of their courses before they started. Not well received. Father later did two more solo trips to Africa with no more positive results. On one trip he tacked his holiday on the end so he and my mother could have a week in Rome in the hottest month of the year. Not a good idea and again nothing very promising from Africa either. On a visit back home about 1959 father casually dropped it out that the business was being sold to the Cleaver Hume Press, technical book sellers. Jobs had been offered to many of them, including the female staff, who might wish to go. Most didn't . That part of Berkshire was notoriously expensive even before the advent of the M4. When that was built by Newbury it it got worse. Technically from here on it is a bit of non-Sheffield history but there isn't much of it. One post uses the expression of it fading away which is a slight over-simplification. It left the city The new location was Aldermaston Court, a major country estate which had however sold off a large part of it's land to The Atomic Weapons Research Establishment ; C.N.D. marches to and from and all that. Fortunately that was well away and the College staff still had some glorious views over the front grounds. Ultimately father decided to go to do the same job as did his secretary. Not a nice time as the old college had to be kept going while van loads of office equipment and numerous filing cabinets were shipped out. Concurrently the new college was set up, local staff were sought ( not easy; all the locals worked for A.W.R.E.) and the business was transferred gradually down south. Ultimately it was up and running. Father and his secretary ran the whole thing much as usual. Not surprisingly the other two directors didn't move and all Bennett family connection ended but the name carried on. One change which I know happened was that the Cleaver Hume advertising agency took on the College account. I met the new man but the name meant nothing. In passing l mentioned that I found the then current slogan "Drinka Pinta Milka Day" irritating. Not well received . "That's one of mine" so obviously they were using a major agency but whether that made any difference to the College business never became obvious to me. The moving spirit now was Joe Cleaver, who lived in the New Forest and spent much time in his empire which he was then expanding. Gentlemen in those days wore big belted coats and trilby hats. Once a month he would pickup father from Aldermaston and head for the London office in the Porsche, foot to the floor fast lane driving. And back again in the afternoon. Speed on four or two wheels was not father's thing. I asked him what he thought of the journey. Apparently he pulled his belt up, pulled his hat down, slumped down and shut his his eyes till they reached London. That sounded about right. .Unexpectedly after about three years Macmillan made overtures to Cleaver Hume and took them over. A company Macmillan-Cleaver was proposed but never materialised and the various parts srill carried on as before. By now father had reached sixty five and there was some pushing at at a higher level for him to go. He had a trick up his sleeve; there had been machinations back in Sheffield regarding his pension as a director which he had borrowed on for the move south so he owed them money ( Damn silly thing to do and he should have known better) He had a contract which kept him in work till seventy to repay it. Counsel's opinion was sought but there was no way round so he stayed on. I asked who had drawn up the contract. "I did" I might have guessed. So finally at Christmas 1971 at six months short he got the tea service, six months pay, told he could have six months holiday and then don't bother to come back. The College continued on and it gets a bit vague. Clever- Hume Press website is there but has nothing on it. Father settled down for eighteen months, went shopping one evening, sat in his chair and quietly died. The last time I met Joe Cleaver and his wife was at Reading Crematorium for the funeral, still full of life. Ten years later the College was closed, for one or possibly two reasons. I do believe that learning by post was a dying business by the 1970's. The other may have had an effect. In 1982 Joe Cleaver fired his handyman and his wife for generally bad behaviour. This resulted in the man's return with two others and the murder of Joe and the other four in the house and the torching of the property . In court three life sentences were handed down. To any one thinking about looking it up, don't bother. It's grim reading. It may be a curious coincidence but this and the closure of Cleaver Hume and the Bennett College all occurred not long apart. I was glad father didn't see it. Ending on a brighter note, still in Sheffield, atitudes post-war changed. The directors had carpeted floors but the prohibition on the use of the front door and carpeted stairs still stood. Other than that things were easier although the typing school was still needed. No clocking in, timekeeping always was the province of the section heads to enforce. Hours had been shortened to a civilsed 9 a.m. start. On occasion my father decided things were getting a bit lax, so turned up early and told each individual they were late. The last girl came up the drive about twenty minutes late. " You're late" " Yes aren't I" , walking straight past him Father decided there was no answer to that. I pondered what The Old Man would have done. The odd thing which struck me over the years was that there never was an official oddjob man. Somehow father seemed to have time to step in. Fire extinguishers require regular checks; that being in one his courses in his early career, father kept it to the end. Actually this was vitally important in an old building with wood floors and furniture plus several tons of paper about the place. The College had a no smoking rule for obvious reasons years before the recent government orders.The day an extinguisher malfunctioned and he came home with white foam all over a dark suit took us some time to forget. As the registered keyholder, father was always on call. Late one evening we were roused by a young policeman who had seen a light on and would he come. Getting dressed father sent the bobby back on his bicycle to watch while he got the car out out. Ultimately they met up in Melbourne Avenue and the bobby pointed out the light. Father we understood took pleasure in pointing out that the light was actually on in the building next door. Many years later they might have found the Yorkshire Ripper instead. One thing which happened in the early post-war years was a tramp ringing the bell asking for a hand out. Naturally father was called in in the best Pass-it-up-the -line tradition and a small sum changed hands. After this had been repeated a few times he said so to the next one to come out of curiosity. He was told that the gatepost had the tramps symbol for being a good touch and had it pointed out to him. By the end of the day it was gone and the visits stopped. (Google tramps gate signs and see) Coal for the boiler came in sacks by the lorryload and on one occasion a lorry was spotted going down the drive with some still on and Father in undignified hot pursuit. And I didn't see it After that he personally stood in the road and counted them off. The coal merchant shall remain nameless. To me this was wrong but as I expected it had always been like that, so what?.There was an efficient educational system but all the day to day running details were left to somebody, but who. As one who lived on the edge of correspondence education, I think the peak was between the wars with a gradual decline from about the mid 1950's.but the demise took longer than is generally thought. Pity there is so little archive material about. I never came across any formal statistics and when the business shifted down to Berkshire there was a fair clearout of older material. For those who would like to know more I can only say "So would I". Overall I think the Bennett College served it's purpose for as long as it was needed and now has passed into history, as has my late father's response to an expression not now in use. When arranging a meetimg, anyone saying " I will meet you at your convenience " got his stock answer. "No no. I use my office, there's more room". .
  13. Queenies Fish and Chip shop still seems to be on Nethershire Lane at Shiregreen. Does anyone remember the family Fusco who ran it, certainly throughout the 50s and 60s? I went to St.Patricks School with Connie and John Fusco Did it stay in the same families hands?
  14. A number of you will know Ken Wain as one of the contributors to our Sheffield History Forum and of his excellent work and his contributions to our knowledge of local coal mining history, [Westwell Colliery; Collieries Near Mosborough; Coal Lorry At East Birley Colliery; Etc]. Many of you will therefore be interested to learn that Ken has now produced his first book, titled "The Coal Mining Industry of Sheffield and North East Derbyshire"; ISBN: 13-978-1445639635, published by Amberley Publishing, [30-06-2014]. Containing 192 pages and with over 250 illustrations, this book has much to interest those of us who would like to broaden our knowledge about this district's coal mining past. There are specific chapters covering coal mining in Woodhouse, Birley East Colliery, The Sheffield Coal Company, Gleadless, Fence Colliery, Orgreave Colliery and Coking Plant, Nunnery Colliery, Handsworth Colliery, Tinsley Park Colliery, Aston - Beighton - Brookhouse Collieries, Killamarsh Collieries, Renishaw Park Colliery, and many others of local interest. I recommend this book to you, as the author's knowledge of and the depth of his research into our local coal mining industry is well illustrated here, and I would also like to think it worthwhile that we should support one of "Sheffield History's Own". I believe that a second book, by the same author, covering the coal mining industries of Rotherham and Barnsley is to be published in a few months' time, and that a third book, with specific emphasis on the Sheffield coal industry is already in the course of preparation and will follow. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Mining-Industry-Sheffield-North-Derbyshire/dp/1445639637/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405765607&sr=8-1&keywords=ken+wain
  15. I don't know if this has been covered before The main 1911 census document states Occupation Road however the schedule states Occupation Lane, is there a reason
  16. In January 1870 the partnership of Francis Howard, Joseph Batt and Thomas Batt was dissolved. They had been making silver-plated German metals goods at their works in Charlotte Street under the name William Batt and sons. He immediately commenced manufacturing electro-plated goods under his own name at the West End Works, West Street. According to the firm's website they moved into the Aberdeen Works in 1873. A good proportion of the firm's trade was in Scotland and Howard himself did much of the sales travelling. By 1881 he was living at 1 Netherfield Terrace, Water Lane, Nether Green and was an Overseer of the Poor for Upper Hallam. He also paid the rent of a cottage at Brook House Hill to be used by the Church of England Temperance Society. At the 1901 census he was living at 9 Storth Lane. He had a serious illness around 1903 but although he recovered he was not the same, and died in Bridlington in June 1905, and was buried at Fulwood Cemetery.
  17. Picking this post by Gramps and dropping a copy here. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Original post The Sportsman was next door to Leah's Yard in 1850 and there were several other pubs on Coalpit lane, - the Union on the corner with Diivision street, the Yellow Lion, Wellington Tavern, Barley Corn Tavern, Red Lion, and the Chequers Inn. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Sportsman was next door to Leah's Yard in 1850; Sportsmans was standing/occupied in 1833 There were several other pubs on Coalpit Lane, - The Union (occupied in 1818-20 period) on the corner with Division street (this site would later become the Albert; notice the different orientation of the Union on the map, and the Albert which went down Cambridge Street). RSVP occupies the corner of Cambridge Street/Division Street according to PictureSheffield. The Yellow Lion, 1 Coal Pit Lane (became the Cambridge Arms from 1871 onwards), Wellington Tavern (aka the Duke of Wellington) occupied from at least 1820, Barley Corn Tavern (Corner House/Henry's), Red Lion (1822), and the Chequers Inn, also known as the Old Cow; occupied from 1820 onwards. In addition : Brushmakers Arms/Brickmakers Arms/Stationers Arms from 1818-1829, Stationers Arms, Peter Daws 1818-20, 1821 and 1822. Brickmakers Arms , J Loy in 1825. Cutler 32-34 Cambridge Street (no names or dates) Dog and Partridge/Nell's Bar Tenuous but ... Parrot 9 Button Lane/9 Moor Head/Foot of Coalpit Lane) Barcentro (1999) Weatherspoon 12-18 Cambridge Street (1999) and ... Victuallers from 1787 : James Beard Samuel Fowler John Hague James Holt Widow Jeeves Benjamin Mappin and Margaret Teasdale Nice map BTW
  18. I can recall an Alfa Romeo dealership on Scotland Street but can't remember the name. Also there was a Renault dealership just off Halifax Road near Wadsley Bridge and again cannot remember their name. Going back much further wasn't there a manufacturer of cars down Club Mill Road. Law Brothers on Leppings lane, or were they only coaches? Mazda dealer on Ecclesall Road?
  19. eBay, £58 !!!! Any knowledge as to a year please ?
  20. Thanks S24. I must be remembering something wrong, but I'm not sure what. I know that I visited the Hillsborough cinema (probably just once), when I was very young in the 1960s, but I can't be certain what the film was. I know for certain that I saw the Disney film (with Zipadeedoohdah, Don't throw me in the briar patch/Born and bred in a briar patch, etc.), also when I was very young, (I remember I found it a little slow, not enough action). It may have been at The Essoldo, Lane Top. But we moved away from that area in 1969 when I was nine yrs old, and I never went to The Essoldo again. Obviously it wasn't 1956, and I'm certain it wasn't 1972/73. Could it have been some kind of Disney musical compilation film? Although I don't think it was. I specifically remember the Uncle Remus character, with the birds and butterflies, on the film posters inside, and outside the cinema. One thing I can say, is that the "Anchors Aweigh" dance sequence, appeared in the Family Guy episode, 'Road to Rupert', and although Brian featured heavily in that episode, (being a Brian & Stewie 'Road' episode), only Stewie appeared in the dance sequence.
  21. Found this interesting, as well as S24's following post. I saw Song Of The South with my Dad, one wet bank holiday afternoon in the late 60s. Possibly at the Essoldo, Lane Top, S5, but I have a feeling it was at the white tiled cinema on, or just off, Middlewood Road, near the top of Leppings Lane/Catch Bar Lane, (name anyone?). But I would never have remembered the film title without reading this thread. Regarding the live action/animated scenes. I'm not suggesting it's earlier than the Disney examples given, but surely the Gene Kelly live/animated dance sequence was years before Mary Poppins? I'm not sure what the film was, (An American In Paris?). But the interaction between Kelly and his animated dance partner was probably as intricate as was possible at the time. I presume that it would have been MGM, rather than Disney. More recently, that same sequence was used by Family Guy, with Stewie Griffin superimposed over the original cartoon character, (the identity of whom, I can't remember). It's still impressive.
  22. My grandparents, Samuel and Abigail Brady lived on the corner of Mundella Place and Derbyshire Lane, before they died prior to WW2. Officially he was the caretaker but his wife was a matriarch, running a business (coal/greengroceries, etc) and I am sure she would have been very much involved in the school. My mother, Alice Brady, one of their children, were living with her husband Fred Roe,in the house on one of the blitz nights. My 3 year old brother was their only child at the time. The house, it is said, had a direct hit and was reduced to rubble. However, the 3 of them had been sheltering in next door's reinforced cellar. They had to be retrieved through the cellar grate. My father returned from barrage balloon duty to see the bedroom curtains in a tree! My Aunt who was in the cellar of her home at 233 Derbyshire lane, says that next door (where there was a garage, when I last visited UK from Sydney) also had a direct hit.
  23. Ahh, now I get it. That makes sense. I hadn't realised there was a Granville Lane as well. I only knew of Granville Road & Street. Now I'm wondering if the building by the bus stop, in the last photo, is the sweet factory? If so, it stood alone in the 70s, no trees, or just saplings at most. We often fail to realise how much trees change a view over the years. I had a hole-in-one on the 11th at Doncaster (Bessecarr) GC, in 1997, right alongside the M18. For several years after, you could see the top of the flagstick on the green from the motorway. Now you can't even see the tee, which is 100 feet higher. In just 20 years!
  24. I reckon the photographer was stood just about here, when he took the photo in 1959. Looking down Granville Lane.... X marks the spot, the arrow the direction of the photo..... hard to visualise I know.....
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