Monthly Archives: March 2018

A Blackpool Treat

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This tiny studio portrait was taken at Buckley’s Studio at Regents Square, Blackpool on the 28th August 1916. It is highly likely that this is a young lass from one of the northern towns visiting Blackpool for a Bank Holiday treat. A day out at Blackpool and a holiday portrait to save all your life – what better treat could anyone want?

Abe, The Set Piece-Taker

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This photograph was taken on the occasion of the retirement of Abraham Moore, which – according to the date stamped on the back of the print – was in January 1947. Abraham was the father of my uncle, Harry Moore, and it would appear that he was 73 years old when he retired. All I can assume is that Abraham was happy to continue working after the normal retirement age during the course of the war.

 

The question arises, of course: what was he retiring from? The only information I have is from the various census returns which are all thirty years before this retirement photograph was taken, but throughout his life he seems to have worked as a “piece taker-in”. He lived in Bradford and therefore this job title must have been connected to cloth pieces in the textile industry, but I have not been able to discover exactly what the job entailed. Every time I do a Google search for the term, I finish up with endless lists of the best set piece takers in football. And somehow, I just can’t envisage Abraham as some kind of Wayne Rooney of the 1920s.

Ten From The Pub 1 : A Beer-Stained Citadel

A new mini-series of photographs old and new with that most glorious institution, the public house, as its theme.

Beehive and Cross Keys, Halifax
THE BEEHIVE AND CROSS KEYS, KING CROSS STREET, HALIFAX
What better way to start this visual pub crawl than with the first pub I ever bought a pint of beer in. I was moderately under-age and immoderately nervous. I put on my most adult voice and asked for a pint of beer and gave the barman one shilling and sixpence. “When did th’ last buy a pint, lad?“, he asked. “It’s one and seven now
Beehive and Cross Keys, Halifax

The current building dates from 1933 and took the place of two pubs – the Beehive and the Cross Keys – that were demolished in order to widen the road. It’s a building of style and solidity – a beer-stained citadel of good cheer.