Issue 38

"On Yer bike"
The Dog that knew Denton
Magistrate Thanks Police Officer
Hyde Church Bells
"The Manchester and Dee Canal"


The silly season is behind us once again, and I trust that all our members will return well rested and refreshed. First on the agenda is our exhibition at the Denton Festival, the theme being "GOODBYE,WILTON STREET". Needless to say we shall need as much help as possible in preparing, setting up, and stewarding on the weekend, Sept 15th/16th. With the recent restoration and re-dedication of the bells at St.Anne's Church, I was reminded that I have in my possession an old document relating to St.George's Church, Hyde, and the bells there. I have reproduced it in this issue, cleaned up as much as possible, as the original is a bit dirty and tattered. It is inscribed "Mr.Charles E.Andrews Book.No 19 Church Street.Hyde,Decr 11? 1880. I hope you will find it of interest. I suspect that the poem at the end is incomplete! Perhaps someone can come up with a complete version? We also have "The Manchester and Dee Canal", plus, "On yer bike", by Frank Brown, and various other bits and pieces.Please let me have items for the December issue by November 20th 2001. You can now E mail them to:

"On Yer Bike"

The article about Oldhams in, the summer issue jogged my memory of a little incident which happened there back in 1956. I had gone to work there in the Drawing Office as a junior draughtsman, and I always travelled by bicycle.

One day, whilst cycling through Crown Point, I got a sharp piece of grit in my eye and it stung like mad. Unable to do my work, I reported to the chief draughtsman. He said, "Go to the First Aid room. They'll soon get it out." Since I was a newcomer and didn't know my way around, he had to explain where it was.

"Go down the stairs" he said, "Out through the main door, across the street, through that ginnel between the houses and turn left into Lime Grove." I said, "But surely that means leaving Oldhams behind." "Oh no," he said. "Oldhams wraps itself around all the streets round here. So go to the end of Lime Grove and you'll see some large red gates on your right. Go through them and you're back in Oldhams again. Go past the lodge and get onto the Great Burma Road."

On seeing the look of astonishment on my face, he hastely added, "Oh we call it that because it's very long and straight, but, of course, it's an internal road. Now when you reach the very end just a minute! Did you say you've got a bike?" "Yes," I said wearily. (Well I was in a lot of pain). "That's how I got the damned thing in my eye, following a damned big lorry through Crown Point. "Well!" said the chief. "Forget all those instructions and we'll start again." By now I had tears running down my face. He said, "Get on your bike, onto Hyde Road, turn right at Crown Point then right again when you reach Howard Lane. At the end of the lane just before you reach Edward Street you'll see a building on your left hand side...etc..etc."

Well the bottom line is, that by the time I had found this distant first aid room, the grit had gone from my eye and I did not need their help. But I found myself thinking, it's a good job I hadn't cut myself. I may well have bled to death on the journey.

The Dog that knew Denton

Why the Court Laughed From the ' REPORTER' Saturday January 14th 1933.

"That's something" remarked Mr. R. Harrison, the presiding justice, and Denton Police Court, on Friday last, in reply to a compliment paid to the police by Edward Jones, of 102 Ashton-road, Denton, who was charged with allowing a dog to be at large and also keeping a dog with no namer and address on the collor."I will give the police their due They are telling the truth: remarked Jones.

Defendant said the name was on the collar but the address was not there. He alleged that the dog had been stolen from his doorstep and had been carried to the police station."The dog knows every inch of Denton. He knows Denton better than I do, because he has done a lot of courting" declared Jones amidst laughter.Police testimony was to the effect that at 8 p.m. onFriday , December 9th, the dog - a brown mongrel - was running at large on Stockport-Road.

The road was taken to the police station, where Jones claimed it.Jones (to the officer): Did you take it to the police station or did a lady ? The officer replied that a lady came to the police station and said the dog had been following her about, and if it was not claimed she would buy it.Defendant: Would you be surprised to know that the lady carried the dog off the doorstep and carried him along the street ? , She must have put it down and she thought the dog would follow her.Refering to the collar, defendant said: The name is like me; it's getting worn a bit (Laughter),Defendant was ordered to pay 4s.

Magistrate Thanks Police Officer

Fair Way of Giving Evidence

The Bench thank you for the fair way you have given evidence." remarked Mr.R.Harrison presiding at Denton Police Court on Friday, when a constable hadgiven evidence in a case in which Arthur Lowe, 59, Prince Edward Avenue, Denton, pleaded guilty to driving his motor car at 42 m.p.h whereas his registered speed was 30 m.p.h.The officer said the chassis of this motor was commonly used for private purposes and in this instance had had a goods van put on the chassis.The defendant was fined 10s.

Hyde Church Bells

The Local Song of March 21st, 1853. Air-CA Susannah !

What wonders time and progress show, No Sage or Prophet tells; For whoe'er thought that Hyde would raise Such bonny fine Church Bells ? Long time our little town was dull, Like some forlorn sad land, But now we hail eight merry bells And the Print Works' fine Brass Band. Chorus. For, twenty years we had but one, It toll'd the funeral knells; Now gentlemen have bought us eight A peal of bonny Bells. The print Works' Band brought up the Bells: With rich music.and loud

With prancing horses, flying flags, Amidst a joyous crowd; And though the day was very cold, Andnice breath and feet-: The people all, both young, and old, This grand parade did greet. For twenty years, &c. Our Church Street fine was once a lane; And where St. George's stands Was old John Oldhams cinder croft, Romantic pasture lands. Then boys romp'd in the cinder croft, And girls at Johnny Green's well; We'd then no signs of church or school, Or e'en a single bell.For twenty years, &c.

"The Manchester and Dee Canal"

"The Mary: A Yarn".

"Air: The Ram of Derby. "The Umon Jackie's flying, By the Company's wharf, Old Quay, And Mary of Dublin lying Unloading her Murphies to-day. In the Irish Sea I haild her, As I stood in the packet boat; With equal pride I never saw A merchant sloop afloat. 'Your name?' 'The Mary, Captain Hill.' 'Your cargo? ' ' Praties, sir! 'Where from? 'Dublin.' 'Whither bound? ''The port of Manchester.'

Eighteen hundred and forty, October the twentieth day,

At half-past four in the evening

She anchored by the quay. It always does my heart good, To see the Union Jack, So here's success to Mary, And soon may she come back. And soon may scores of others Perform the trip with her And trade and commerce double In noble Manchester."

In the same year a coasting vessel, the Queen, arrived at Warrington, by the Canal, These lines were also printed and published by Wilmot H. Jones -"MANCHESTER AS IT MIGHT BE. "Ye manchester merchanst let politics be, The Queen is at Warrington, up form the sea; And Forrest anf Gill like Columbus of old. Have shown you the true way to gather the gold. Your Mayors and your Councillors leave in the stocks, And deepen your rivers and dig out your docks, Imports your own cargoes close up your doors, And warehouse and bond upon Manchester floors: Your home and your foreign trade both shall increase. And yours be the quarters of Commerce and Peace : To London stand next in the budget of State, And Queens by the score shall scarce carry your freight.