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  1. Isidore Lewis was elected a Socialist councillor for the St Philip's ward in 1946 and in October 1949 was appointed Chairman of the Civil Defence committee. In 1963 Isidore Lewis J.P. was created Mayor. In 1937 he was joint secretary of the Sheffiled Hebrew Education Board (Mr R.Viner was treasurer). Lewis Rose and Co was registered on 21st April 1922 with capital of £2,000. The company took over the existing business of B.Davison and Co. and their object was to carry on business as manufacturing cutlers, silversmiths, electro-platers, buffers, gold and silver refiners, gilders, engineers etc. The initial directors were M.Freedman, 64 Broomgrove Road (M.D) and Mrs M.Rose, Belsize Park, NW London. Their registered office was the Debesco Works, Howard Street Sheffield. In March 1934 there was an explosion at their Norfolk Lane works, in their dust extraction system, when waste celluloid dust ignited. Two men were injured and the remaining four people in the workshop escaped through broken windows. About a hundred staff worked at the site. From the mid 1930s they had offices in Bowling Green Street.
  2. Norfolk Lane here, I think there may be some more pictures on Picture Sheffield ------------ https://maps.nls.uk/geo/explore/#zoom=18&lat=53.3797&lon=-1.4688&layers=168&b=1
  3. Don't forget "The Raincoat Shop" was on Orchard Lane.
  4. FARRAND, Ruth (of 6 Gilpin Lane, born ~). Baptised April 15, 1896, by Jno Darbyshire at St Philips Church, Shalesmoor. Parents name(s) are Ada & Frank (Labourer). Note: ~
  5. Edit 12/1/2019 For some notes and finding aids see below the image Don't know if I've missed a mention of this site (courtesy of Brian H at Sheffield Indexers) http://www.oldmapsonline.org The insurance maps of the city centre are beautiful.. Finding Aids and Notes To get to the insurance maps: (1) Search for Sheffield in the search window at the top or by clicking the 'Find a place' button - both have the same effect. (2) A menu of map descriptions appears on the right. This is a very long list and the insurance maps are a long way down. The list loads as you scroll. I have not found a way of going straight to the relevant part of this list. The insurance maps are all together and all the titles begin Insurance Plan of Sheffield. (3) The maps are listed in a random order except that the first is a key to the 1888 maps. There are 5 sheets for 1888, one in two parts. There is no Sheet 1. See the 1888 key below. (4) There are 29 sheets for 1896; three are in two parts. Again there is no sheet 1. I thought there was a key to the 1896 maps but I can no longer find it. Some maps are labelled '1905' - see complete list below. 1888 key Complete List of Insurance maps (in the order they appear in the menu) order year sheet Area 1 1888 Key 2 1896 13 Blonk St Wicker River Don 3 1896 8 Arundel St Tudor St Pond Hill 4 1888 4 Church St Leopold St Fargate 5 1896 4 Church St Leopold St Fargate 6 1896 29 St Mary’s Rd Hereford St (1905)* 7 1888 3-2 Fitzalan Sq Fitzalan Market 8 1896 12 Nursery St Johnson St 9 1888 5 Fargate Surrey St Norfolk St 10 1896 17 Westbar Westbar Green Paradise Sq 11 1896 26 Rockingham St Button Lane Moor (1905)* 12 1896 3 High St Fitzalan Sq Norfolk St 13 1896 23 Shoreham St Matilda St Eyre Lane 14 1896 15 Bridge St Spring St River Don 15 1896 28-2 Matilda St Shoreham St St Mary’s Rd (1905)* 16 1888 6 Exchange St Broad St markets 17 1896 20 Pinstone St Eyre St St Paul’s 18 1896 6 Exchange St Broad St markets 19 1896 22 Pinstone St Moor Furnival St 20 1896 21 Pond St Leadmill Rd Suffolk Rd 21 1896 27 Matilda St Eyre St Arundel St (1905)* 22 1888 2 High St Bank St West Bar 23 1896 14 Corporation St Alma St Union Wheel 24 1896 16 Wain Gate Lady’s Bridge Nursery St 25 1896 25 Rockingham St Wellington St Eldon St (1905)* 26 1896 19-1 Pinstone St Cambridge St Carver St 27 1896 18 Trippet Lane West St Division St 28 1896 24 Devonshire St West St Portobello St 29 1896 5 Fargate Norfolk St Sycamore St 30 1896 10 Eyre St Howard St Arundel St 31 1896 7 Commercial St Sheaf St Pond Hill 32 1896 9 Pond St Sheaf St Harmer Lane 33 1896 2 High St Bank St West Bar 34 1896 11 Pond St Sheaf St Midland Station 35 1896 30-2 Egerton St Milton St Headford St (1905)* 36 1896 30-1 Eldon St Fitzwilliam St Thomas St (1905)* 37 1896 28-1 Sidney St Arundel St Matilda St (1905)* 38 1896 19-2 Moorhead Backfields 39 1888 3-1 Castle Green Town Hall Police Station * 1905 in the menu and in the description, 1896 in the heading. A revision or extension of the 1896 edition?
  6. Some areas would have more than one grocers or butchers, all very near to each other, I can remember Gallons, Shentalls, B & C Co op and Liptons, just to mention a few. My mother shopped at Castledines on Hatfield House Lane. Does anyone remember being sent for a shillings worth of broken biscuits?
  7. Peter Springett really wasn't that bad. Both he and Peter Grumitt were fairly solid GKs for Wednesday for around five years. It was the whole team that were bad. In terminal decline is a more accurate way of putting it. Incidentally, I saw Wednesday play five different goalkeepers, in five consecutive matches, and all five called Peter! P. Springett (injured) P. Grumitt (injured & replaced by) P. Eustace (2nd half) P. Shilton (testimonial at Bramhall Lane) P. Fox (broke his finger on his debut) Then back to Springett, (or was it Grumitt) . . . . . and repeat. The photo (top), was the last time we ever won at Highbury I believe. I think we've won more at Wembley!
  8. Correct FredMc. Myself and my two mates from St. Paul's school, are either obscured by the referee, or just by his right elbow. However, my memory of the "ricochet" goal, (just a few yards from where we were standing), was that it was a penalty area "hoof" clearance by Holsgrove, (or possibly Prophett). What I do know for sure, is that it smacked the Santos player square on the kneecap, on the 18 yard line, looped back over eight or nine players, and dropped under the crossbar. A complete freak of a goal. I have absolutely no memory of the other goal, except that it was also at the Leppings Lane end. It was my first time back at Hillsborough since my Dad had taken me three or four times in the mid/late sixties, (when I was far too young to appreciate it). I remember him telling me to sit and watch the football, when all I wanted to do was run up and down the concrete stairs in the cantilever stand, (why doesn't anyone call it that anymore?). I couldn't believe how small the stadium seemed, or how close the players were, compared to how I remembered, from when I was just six or seven. Our headmaster, Mr. Fitzpatrick, had said at assembly that morning, that anyone who had a ticket, could have it checked and go to the match. We were threatened with serious trouble if we just disappeared off to Hillsborough. But that didn't stop us, or dozens of others in our year. Apart from the following morning, our form teacher, (a grinning Mr. Lockwood), asking where we had been the previous afternoon, nothing happened! Pretty sure we paid 25p on the gate to get in. My Dad gave me some money that morning, but ONLY if the school were allowing people the afternoon off. We used our school bus passes on several bus's that day. Including routes which they weren't valid for. But all the bus's were so packed, the conductors didn't pay much attention. My Mum gave me a bit of a telling off, but my Dad told her not to worry about it - my older brother had been to the first Santos game, ten years earlier. The following season (1972/73), beginning with a 3-0 victory over Fulham, on a beautiful sunshine & blue sky, Hillsborough, August, Saturday afternoon, was my first as a fully-fledged, blue-blooded Owl! All downhill from there. Or at least it seems like it, most of the time. UTO!
  9. Hi everyone, I am researching the genealogy of the Mort and Morte families, particularly in the West Riding of Yorkshire. So far we have been able to trace back to John Mort born c1760. The Mort and later the Morte families were resident in the area between Wakefield and Rotherham, taking in areas to the East including Barnsley and Hoyland. One branch of the family was based closely around the area of Racecommon Road in Barnsley including Shaw Lane and Shaw Street; another was based further towards Sheffield and based around the Birdwell area. Most of the Morts were miners. The Morte name seems to have occurred at several points in time with different branches, mostly the name changing from Mort at the registering of a Birth or a Marriage. The direct line to me appears to be: John Mort (b. c1760) Joseph Mort (b. c1795) John Mort (b. 1824) George Henry Mort (1856) Vernon Algernon Morte (1887) Harold Morte (1922) Vernon Algernon Morte held the licence at The Crown Inn, Summerfield Street in Sheffield between 1928 and 1931. Related individuals are David Truswell, Bertha Truswell, George Cassy, Jane Elizabeth Cassy, John Woodhead, William Arthur Woodhead, Anne Hickling. I am particularly interested to fill in some of the many gaps and, if possible, find photographs for some of the individuals and places concerned. Any and all help gratefully accepted. Thanks, Ric
  10. Meadowhead Crossroads photographed from above in the winter of 1928 (Britain From Above) Coal Aston Aerodrome circled yellow, Painted Fabrics circled blue.
  11. Could it be Four Lane Ends, the top of Meadowhead? Bicycle on the left passing Norton Hotel.
  12. Anyone remember the Chuck Ranch on Holme Lane ? We spent many a happy Saturday night after a crawl around Stannington or Hillsborough in there. Think it was one of the first American themed diners in Sheffield. If memory serves me it burned down.
  13. It's a shot taken in Winter from the bare trees. There's a bit of sun casting a shadow of that telegraph pole on the left, so the view could be eastwards. I'm guessing Hatfield House Lane looking eastwards towards junction with Sicey Avenue?
  14. Hello Phil Welcome to the Forum. Here are the burial records for Brenda and Jim BUTLER Brenda 25 Jan 1963 26 housewife 53 Nethershire Ln/Winter St Ho Sheffield OC171c WILSON James 11 Mar 1960 43 steel moulder 53 Nethershire Lane / Winter S Sheffield OC171c If you go to the Sheffield Indexers site there is a map of the Cemetery http://www.sheffieldindexers.com/images/TinsleyPark_Cem_1.jpg Section OC looks to be towards the bottom of the Cemetery
  15. Does anyone know who used to run or own the garage at the top of Broomspring Lane?
  16. from what I remember. the premises were a former car showroom on Division Street and the two brothers that owned it as Gangsters were the two behind the Chuck Ranch on Holme Lane (mentioned on another thread).. I think the site was where there is that butcher nowadays.
  17. While out taking pictures of the old works around Neepsend Lane, I came across this one but I cant for the life of me remember who's works it was, can anyone remember?
  18. 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". .
  19. 22nd January 1970 - Raymond Goodison (Motor Engineer, 2 Sheaf Terrace, Prospect Road) was released from bankruptcy proceedings. He had been trading from 119-125 Thomas Street and previously at Lees garage, Broomspring Lane. The bankruptcy petition had been filed 11th August 1966.
  20. Abebooks Sheffield Printed for the Author by John Northall, 1797. 1st Ed. Sm. 4to. 96pp. 5 folding plates. Light browning, minor soiling, minor markings to verso of t.p., C20th rebind in half leather with cloth boards, gilt lettering to spine. The oldest book in the collection of the National Railway Museum and the first book to print information and details on an iron railway. Very rare and important, the number of known copies is small, and there are no records of it appearing at Auction.Kress, B.3373; ESTC T11202; Ottley 172.John Curr (c. 1756–1823) Manager of the Duke of Norfolk's collieries in Sheffield, England from 1781 to 1801. In 1776 Curr was one of the first engineers to utilise flanged iron rails in the coalmine. His preface states ‘the making and use of rail-roads and corves were the first of my inventions .’ The transportation of coal carts (‘corves’) along these rails was considerably more efficient than earlier methods. He also invented elaborate hauling machinery, which greatly improved the output of each pit. His innovations were strongly resisted by the colliery workers, who rightly suspected that improved efficiency might threaten jobs and wages. According to family legend Curr hid himself in local woods for several days until the ferment had somewhat subsided.Despite opposition from many quarters Curr’s technological improvements transformed the British Coal industry. He took out several patents including one on his haulage technique, which proved highly lucrative as other collieries adopted his ingenious system.He published the above work at the height of his success - now recognised as a key text in the history of mining and engineering. £2,750 + postage, obviously.
  21. 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.
  22. Looking at the Chequers or Old Cow (Beerhouse) posting, I think that these are two different places. White's 1833 directory has: Jane Alsop, vict. Chequers, 43 Coalpit Lane John Renwick, Old Cow beerhouse, 64 Coalpit Lane The 1837 directory also has: Jane Alsop, vict. Chequers, 43 Coalpit Lane John Renwick, beerhouse, 64 Coalpit Lane But then, Robson's 1839 directory has: A. Alsop, Beer Retailer, 64 Coalpit Lane Jno. Renwick, pen & pocket knife manufacturer & beer retailer, 12 Coalpit Lane It looks that Coalpit Lane was renumbered between 1837 and 1839; #43 became #64, and #64 became #12
  23. Sadly not, but I rather like the idea of it. I remember a school trip to Wroxham (although most people called it Royston, or Roy’s Town for some reason?) and we all piled on one of those blue fibreglass boats for a trip on the broads. i wouldn’t mind a week or so, pootling down a canal somewhere, maybe through some areas of our old industrial heritage? That TV program with Tim West and Pru Scales seems to be on that theme..... Was Furness’ on the same side as the Royal Oak & Hollin Bush, or on the opposite side, across from the end of Stanhope Road? You remember the lock-ups on the lane to the old Birley West pit site (red hills), opposite the bowling alley on Birley Moor Road? I used to fetch-and-carry for a fella on there, who had a car repair garage and I’m sure I used to get sent up to a chippy on Hollinsend Road? I was shown the shortcut, nip behind the 95 terminus, up Shirebrook and alongside the allotments, coming out on Hollinsend Road. Funny thing is that on today’s Google aerial view, that route looks the long way round! Hah...
  24. If I am reading the postmark correctly this was franked at the west district sorting office on Turner's Lane which I think was there until the early 70's. Can anyone please confirm or otherwise that the building in the third picture was the post office building? -------------------- https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/303004857915?ul_noapp=true ----------------------------- https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@53.3782535,-1.5001276,3a,90y,79.88h,95.38t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1sOcZB3iz2YtcJIggCTXh1Xw!2e0!6s%2F%2Fgeo1.ggpht.com%2Fcbk%3Fpanoid%3DOcZB3iz2YtcJIggCTXh1Xw%26output%3Dthumbnail%26cb_client%3Dmaps_sv.tactile.gps%26thumb%3D2%26w%3D203%26h%3D100%26yaw%3D107.981674%26pitch%3D0%26thumbfov%3D100!7i13312!8i6656?hl=en
  25. Thank you Edmund, for adding some early history about this Sheffield “Richardson” cutlery concern. However do we need a spreadsheet for it now though? Too many “Westalls” and “Williams”, and not to mention four or five “Cavendish Works”. If we accept that the “Cavendish Works” on Cavendish Street was not used by Westall Richardson” we have the following list for Cavendish Works. 1854 Broomspring Lane 1872 Broomhall Street 1892 Sarah Street ( Google shows this to be in Rotherham) 1964 Morpeth Street (and Upper Allen Street which seems to be an adjoining street) Does anyone have any corrections or additions? I do have 2 other questions from Edmund’s input though. I wonder if the white ass with the brown spots was returned or did November 1857 give a few extra hearty dinners to the locals? Also who would have believed that Environmental Health was so much on the ball in 1866? Kalfred