A HISTORY OF MY FAMILY IN 100 IMAGES These two photographs are central to the story of my family because they feature my paternal grandfather, Enoch Burnett. Enoch died a few months after I was born in 1948, and therefore I never knew him, other than by the store of stories and anecdotes that have … Continue reading Enoch And His Cart
Author: Alan Burnett
Memories
I have so many memories of the Plummet Line Hotel, you could probably fill the old Tap Room with them. Back in the 1960s the family of one of my first girlfriends ran the pub. I remember going to the folk club that used to meet in one of the upstairs rooms. Memories, memories, memories.
A Filter Or Two Of Colour
It was a bit of a grey day when I took this photograph and therefore I left it up to my mobile phone to add a filter or two of colour. It does it far better than I could do.
Random History : Mr and Mrs Kirby Get The Job
HALIFAX BOARD OF GUARDIANS - Yesterday, an ordinary meeting of the Halifax Board of Guardians was held, presided over by Mr John Taylor, the chairman. The minutes and reports of the various committees were approved; and the number of paupers in the home was stated to be 391. The treasurer's account showed a balance in … Continue reading Random History : Mr and Mrs Kirby Get The Job
A Woollen Prism
The wonderful Halifax Industrial Museum has a loom set up for weaving the moquette fabrics that were used for the seats on buses and trams. The multicoloured threads stretch from the rack of bobbin holders to the loom itself, and the autumn sun illuminates a woollen prism.
Postcards From Home : Kirklees, Calderdale
A popular pub quiz trivia question in these parts is "What is odd about the name of the Metropolitan Borough of Kirklees?". The answer is that it is named after Kirklees Hall - which is in fact in the neighbouring borough of Calderdale. For most of my life I have lived within an arrows-shot of … Continue reading Postcards From Home : Kirklees, Calderdale
1826 : Crocodile-Linked Clouds
Like crocodile-linked children on a day-out from school, clouds make their way up the Menai Straits, trying to decide between a visit to Puffin Island or ice-creams on the pier at Llandudno.
1825 : Mist To A Slate Mountain
There would have been a time when this was one of the grandest houses in the North Wales City of Bangor: imposing, eminent, verging on opulent. Now a sadness clings to the building: like mist to a slate mountain.
Rock Of Ages
"It is a matter of intense debate amongst mathematicians and theoretical particle physicists as to whether it is possible for any three dimensional object to have just three edges. It is clear that none of the participants involved in such discussions have ever been to Elland - for Elland has just three edges: Hullen Edge, … Continue reading Rock Of Ages
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