Way back in 1836 Edward Evans was baptised in the Primitive Methodist Chapel on Steam Mill Street, Chester. According to the register it was on 25 May 1836. Edward was born on 5 January of that year in the parish of St John’s, the sixth child of William Evans and Priscilla Mould (sic). So, as I am staying nearby, I went to Chester to see what remains. Edward was my grandmother’s grandfather. Some of his story is told in Evans the Boat.
Followers may recall this painting of number 43 Chapel Street, Brownhills.
This original oil painting was based on a photograph, probably black and white, taken before Joan and her husband were forced to move after the house was condemned in about 1967.
Recently, I received a request from Wendy Cooke, who wrote: Continue reading “Joan Jackson: Artist”
A while back I looked at my father’s family as war approached – also 1939 and all that. Now I visit my mother’s family, name of Brown, who lived at 41 Chapel Street. Number 41 is the house beyond the hedge on the right of the painting. The artist was Joan Jackson, who lived later at 43 with her husband Les. Number 41 was where I spent the first year of my life and where my mother grew up.
I pointed out that searching the 1939 Register, online via Findmypast, can be a frustrating exercise, as the records of many people who are long dead remain locked because they have not been updated to anything like the present. This time it would be more difficult. I would have to break in by the back door.
Recap from last time. This is a transcript, with analysis, of handwritten notes by my mother, Barbara Dennis, in about 1972. Again, mother’s words in italics.
Grandad also made a lot of wine: potato, parsnip, elderberry, dandelion, coltsfoot. I remember helping him gathering bags and bags of flowers and also yarrow growing on the pit mounds and on the common.
I like to make wine, though I stick mainly to blackberry with a bramley apple and a few home-grown black currants thrown in for a mellower flavour. Sometimes I use kits like Wilkinson’s cabernet sauvignon. I wonder if there is some genetic link or whether just knowing of the possibility led me to try. I remember from childhood that mother, as well as her mother’s recipe book – she was a cook at a large house in her days of service – had Daniel’s wine recipe book, but I have no idea where either went after she died back in 1982. I reckon publication of a genuine Edwardian recipe book would be quite lucrative if released in the run up to Christmas.
In 1937 he married Louisa Mycock on February 11 at Walsall Wood Church age 72 years. He went to live at 27 Brooklands Road. Mrs Mycock already owned this house, a double fronted house. One downstairs room was used as a fish and chip shop. He still carried on digging the allotment at Stonnall in Cartersfield Lane [and] also dug and planted at rear of home; kept pigs and fowl. Later he was a gravedigger at the cemetery which was nearly opposite 27 Brooklands Road.
The entry of marriage confirms. I remember mother telling me that she was put to work peeling potatoes for the chip shop and was rewarded with a portion of chips. David Oakley recalls the chip shop. Thanks for your comment, David.
Lived at Brook Cottage, Hilton?
Yes. He was there in the 1911 Census.
Gertrude Carter was 11 years old when they went to live at Leigh Cottage, Stonnall. Mrs Mycock lived at the school house which was at the other end of the road.
A mental map showing Leigh Cottage in Stonnall. The road top right (heading north) is Wall Heath Lane. Also the Ordnance Survey mapping, surveyed 1921, for comparison; reproduced with the permission of the National Library of Scotland.
Daniel Carter was also a newsagent besides digging his large garden and allotment and full time job and papers had to be delivered to quite a large area – from the top of Castle Hill to the top of Shire Oak, down Sandhills to Barracks Lane, including Lynn Lane and Upper Stonnall. Gertrude Carter did deliver quite a lot of these for her father. This was during the war when there was a shortage of younger men.
This was during the First World War. Gertrude would have been 11 years old in 1913-14, when they moved to Leigh Cottage; they were still there in 1926 when Daniel’s mother died. When Gertrude was married in 1928 she was living at Watling Street, Brownhills: this could have been 123 or 47 Watling Street, where Gertie and Bill were living in 1939 and 1944. Later they lived at 45 Chapel Street, where I remember visiting as a child on the way home from school.
He left Walsall Wood when his wife died and went to live at 45 Chapel Street. 27 Brooklands Road was sold and the money divided Mrs Mycock’s nine children (see will). He lived at 45 Chapel Street for 5 years. He died there in August 1950.
He did indeed die at 45 Chapel Street in 1950. I have a copy of the will – Daniel did not benefit and I recall mother saying this caused a certain amount of ill-feeling.
Mrs Joan Jackson remembers that he always used to say ‘[if] I can hear Brownhills clock striking it is going to rain; the wind is in the right direction’.
This is nonsense. I don’t say Daniel never said this, but I have studied meteorology, and the prevailing winds that bring rain blow in from the Atlantic Ocean, generally from the south west or west, which would carry the sound of the bell away. Southerly winds, that would carry the sound of the bell, cross western Europe and sometimes north Africa, and tend to bring dry weather.
Daniel was evidently an interesting man, someone I would like to invite to that imaginary dinner party, along with other long dead people like John Harrison (Longitude), Harold Lloyd, Dorothy Paterson (pioneering nurse), and Queen Boudica, with Professor Michael Wood to translate. Would they get on? Imagine Boudica trying to get her head around Harold on that high rise building site! Hmmm …
Not the Hollywood musical, the pub in Brownhills, West Midlands, England.
After a discussion yesterday morning about this local landmark, I decided to check my facts, having said that the current building is not the original White Horse and that the original stood nearer to the end of the “back lane”, or Chapel Street, as it is today. I guess the colloquial name predates the chapel that stood at the junction of Chapel Street and Watling Street. Well, on this occasion I was right!
The earliest mapping to show “P.H.” is the Ordnance Survey (OS) surveyed 1882-83, published 1883. This shows the pub nearer to Chapel Street than the current pub – see composite map.
Clockwise from top left: 1883, 1901, 1915, 1938 – Ordnance Survey, reproduced with the permission of the National Library of Scotland.
The 1901 map shows no building in the same place as the current pub. Likewise the 1915 revision. The 1915 and 1938 map shows one PH; this was the Lamb Inn on Watling Street, but neither the White Horse nor the Prince of Wales is marked “PH”. Perhaps they were beer houses?
What did the papers say?
Staffordshire Advertiser 21 Apr 1928
COUNTY LICENSING …
The committee sanctioned the removal of the beer license of the White Horse Inn, Brownhills, to new premises in White Horse Road, Brownhills.
Staffordshire Advertiser 7 Dec 1929
Licence Transfer Confirmed. — Mr E W Haden applied to the Bench to make final an order for the transfer of the full licence of the White Horse, Brownhills, to new premises. He explained that a provisional order was made by that Bench at the adjourned annual Licensing Sessions last year, and it was subsequently confirmed by the full Licensing Authority at Stafford. The new premises had been completed strcitly in accordance with the plans. The Bench having granted the application, Mr Haden applied for the transfer of the license from George Hy. Perks to Wallace John Shingler, and this was also granted.
So the pub was built in 1928. The interesting thing here is that the first article was about transfer of the beer license (as apposed to a full license to sell beer, wines and spirits) and the second is about a full license.
The 1938 revision shows an outline in the right place for the White Horse. Presumably, it has been altered since then?
45 White Horse Road, Preston Arthur H [born] 13 June ’96, Licensee.
Lichfield Mercury 12 Jan 1940
Cannock magistrates on Monday approved the transfer of the licence of the White Horse Inn, Brownhills, from Arthur Henry Preston to Frank Atkinson.
So, the current White Horse public house was built in 1928 and, it appears, the first landord of the new pub was Wallace Shingler.
Previous licensees were: 1912 Sarah Alltree, 1911, George Henry Perks (possibly manager?), 1901 Charles Alltree, 1900 Sarah Alltree, 1896 Charles Alltree, 1891 Charles Alltree, 1881 James Norris, 1861 Samuel Bickley. I have no evidence of this, but it would be no surprise if the first White Horse Inn was built to take advantage of the new Anglesey Branch Canal that opened in 1850.
Kelly’s Directory of Staffordshire 1896, 1900, 1904, 1912;
Newspaper records via Findmypast;
This is a transcript, with analysis, of handwritten notes by my mother, Barbara Dennis, in about 1972. Her writing in italics. I think they resulted from her brother Reginald visiting some relatives in the Weston Heath area (near the junction of the Watling Street A5 and Newport Road A41) and Albrighton, between Wolverhampton and Telford. Further information in Andrew’s Kindred. Other information, especially about Stonnall, came from discussion with her aunt Gertrude “Gertie” Taylor (nee Carter).
Often people’s recollections are unreliable. Some will swear that black is white even when presented with incontrovertible evidence. Other memories are victims of time or subject to embellishment. Still others are interpolations to make sense of seemingly conflicting “facts”. It is essential, therefore, to check one’s own and others’ tales of yore against the facts that are available. In this case the notes my mother assembled from her own and relatives’ memory are remarkably accurate.
Mother’s handwriting was never the most elegant! She was left-handed and had been forced at school to use her right hand, on pain of a ruler across the knuckles if caught using her left. Today, such physical punishment would lead to the instant dismissal of the teacher, but adults could get away with such cruelty in the 1930s. Here is a sample: