This is an illustration from a 1922 book entitled “Dickensian Inns and Taverns” by B W Matz. It shows one such old Dickensian inn – the Red Lion in Bevis Marks in the City of London. Being of such historic importance it was, inevitably, demolished in the 1960s. A new concrete and marble place was incorporated into the office block that took its place. For reasons best known to itself, it changed its name to the White Horse and then eventually, back to “The Lion”. You can still go there today and see Dickens crying in the public bar.
If you carefully read the mission statement of Pictures From The Past (which you probably haven’t done as I still haven’t written it) you will see that the focus of the blog is on photographs that are both old and – in one way or another – lost. Whilst this particular photograph has never actually been physically lost, some of the information about it has been. The man on the left is my maternal grandfather, Albert Beanland, and the woman is his wife, my grandmother Kate Beanland. The question, however, is who is the child? It has the look of a grand-daughter, but Albert and Kate only had two grandchildren – myself and my brother – and even with a liberal amount of non-gender-specific clothing, the child looks like neither of us. So whoever it is, is a lost child, waiting to be found.
This is an old Francis Frith postcard featuring the 13th century church of Saint Dubricius in Porlock, Somerset. Not content with being eight hundred years old – and a Grade 1 listed building – the current building was built on the ruins of an even earlier church. England really does drip with molten history.
This is a lovely illustration by the artist J Hamilton Hay from the 1907 book Liverpool by Walter Dixon-Scott. It is entitled The Landing Stage, South End.
This is a Carte de Visite from the studios of J G Tunny of Maitland Street, Edinburgh. There is little to identify the man – other than the rather satisfied smile on his face.
Scan from a collection of Punch Magazine for 1921 I have recently acquired via eBay.
A scan of an old, unknown, unloved print. It shows a van in a valley. I don’t know quite why, but I suspect not was taken in Scotland.
Doors and windows are essentially about movement: letting light in, letting people out and in. There is nothing sadder than when they are boarded up and bricked in. Their purpose has been withdrawn – movement is unnecessary for the dead.