My grandads job at one time was turning on/off gas street lighting and also knocking people up in the morning( no, not like that) ! Never knew him, he got knocked off his bike on Ashton New Road and ended up under a trolley bus. He lived locally just behind the existing Grove Public House.
The trolley buses would stop at the Snipe refused to go further, and I used to have to walk it back home, scarf round mouth. It seems unbelievable now but true.
Inside bath and loo, refrigerator and thermally lined wallpaper. Born in one close to Jacksons Brickworks, Newton Heath. Proper Manchester.
Jumpers for goal posts and fly keepers?
The crumbling terrace I was born in, and my parents were proud to ‘own’ had a gap in the cupboard next to the fireplace where we could see through into next doors. Subsidence apparently caused by the coal mining tunnels underneath. Compensation for nothing in those days. It’s weird but I can see every room in that house, furniture, oilcloth, coconut matting, kitchenette, pantry. It was very small 2 up 2 down outside loo. My parents had a vestibule built inside the living room because they wanted to keep the draught out. A bit of snobbery I’ve since thought, as there was absolutely no room for it, we could hardly avoid the furniture as it was. Apologies for going on, it’s just bringing all these memories back.
While you still can.
The knocker upper was a job paid for by T’mill. They used to have a long pole to reach bedroom windows.
Graduate trainees?
Loved them !!
