tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75506897589371076772024-02-22T11:38:51.559+00:00Lost LiverpoolBarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-82873699059389037612014-11-12T08:25:00.000+00:002014-11-12T08:25:45.333+00:00Peter Roughley DCM updateSince publishing the story of Peter Roughley last year, a number of people have contacted me with comments, some have expressed how interesting the story is, others have shed a tear as it touched their hearts. Another person, Anthony, contacted me with newspaper clippings from the Liverpool Express telling initially of Peters award and sadly a few months later, a report of his death.<br />
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Anthony also sent photographs of the war memorial in <a href="http://www.scottiepress.org/gallery/ourladys.htm">Our Lady of Reconciliation de la Salette </a>church in Eldon Street.<br />
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Since writing the story many years ago, we finally did get to see and hold Peter's medal.<br />
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You can read about Peter and others named on the memorial on Anthony's website <a href="http://www.freewebs.com/eldonmemww1/">Our Lady of Reconciliation War Memorial</a> </div>
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My email is <a href="mailto:lostliverpool@googlemail.com">lostliverpool@googlemail.com</a> </div>
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Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-71678634233740150722011-07-23T20:24:00.003+01:002011-07-23T20:31:28.889+01:00Sale of land in Fazakerley 1886<div align="center">This is a transcript of a document relating to the sale of land in Fazakerley in 1886. As you can see the last page is incomplete ( memorandum of agreement) so maybe the sale didn't go ahead.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">The land appears to be in the area on the north side of Longmoor Lane, possibly between Barlows Lane and Seeds Lane. Benjamin Scott Riley was known to have owned land in this area called Brick Kiln Hey<br /><br /><br />LOT 1<br /><br />PARTICULARS AND CONDITIONS OF SALE<br /><br />Land messuages and premises situate at Fazakerley<br /><br />TO BE SOLD BY AUCTION<br /><br />By Messr Branch and Leete<br /><br />AT THE ROOMS OF THE LIVERPOOL LAW ASSOCIATION<br />14 COOK STREET LIVERPOOL<br /><br />on the 19th August 1886<br /><br /><br />T & T Martin Webb and Hume<br />Solicitors<br />48 Castle Street<br />Liverpool<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />TO BE SOLD BY AUCTION<br /><br />BY<br /><br />Messrs Branch and Leete<br /><br />AT THE ROOMS OF<br /><br />THE LIVERPOOL LAW ASSOCIATION LIMITED<br /><br />14 COOK STREET,<br />LIVERPOOL<br /><br />On Thursday 19th day of August 1886 at Two o’clock in the afternoon, subject to the following conditions of Sale:-<br /><br />PARTICULARS<br /><br />Lot 1<br /><br />All the messuages and dwellinghouses buildings and hereditaments and the several closes or parcels of land to the same belonging situate and being in Warbreck Moor within Walton and Fazakerley or one of them formerly called or known or distinguished by the several names of the Brick Kiln Field, The Lower Hey, The Little Meadow, The Far Meadow, The Far Stile Field and The Near Stile Fields but which were recently commonly called known and distinguished by the several names of the Brick Kiln Hey (being formerly comprised of part of the fields formerly called the Brick Kiln Field, The Lower Hey and the Little Meadow) and of the Field formerly called the Near Stile Field ( being comprised of the remaining parts of the said 2 fields called the Lower Hey and Little Meadow) The Far Meadow (being comprised of the 2 fields formerly called the Far Stile Field and Far Meadow) which said pieces or closes of land are now in one field and are by a recent measurement found to contain 30a 1r<br />25p 22yrd statute measure or thereabouts.<br /><br />The Tenure is Freehold of Inheritance<br /><br />The property is let to Mr C H Milbourn at the yearly rental of £118<br /><br /><br />Special conditions of Sale<br /><br />1. The property is offered subject to the Public Sale Conditions of the Incorporated Law Sociaty of Liverpool, a copy of which is annexed.<br />2. The deposit shall be at the rate of £10 per centum of the purchase money, and the purchase shall be completed and the balance of the purchase money paid a the office of T & T Martin Webb and Hume Solicitors 48 Castle Street Liverpool on the 19th day of October 1886<br /><br /><br /><br />3. The abstract of title shall be delivered within 14 days from the sale, and the title shall commence with<br />Indentures of Lease and Release dated respectively the 28th and 29th days of December 1827 the latter made between John Rigby Fletcher of the 1st part James Woods Edward Woods and John Pratchell of the 2nd part the said James Woods of the 3rd part Benjamin Scott Riley of the 4th part and Thomas Shakleton of the 5th part.<br />4. The vendor sells as Trustee of the Will of the late John Milbourne<br />5. Objections and requisitions shall be delivered within seven days from the day of delivery of the abstract<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />THE FORM OF AGREEMENT FOR COMPLETION OF THE PURCHASE REFERRED TO IN THE FOREGOING PUBLIC SALE CONDITIONS<br /><br /><br />Memorandum of Agreement made the day of<br />1886 between William Brewer of Spencer Street in the City of Liverpool<br /><br />the vendor of one part, and<br /><br />the purchaser of the other part,<br /><br />Whereby it is witnessed that the said<br />is the Purchaser of the Property described (as Lot 1) in the foregoing particulars at the price of<br /><br />subject to the foregoing Special Conditions of Sale and Public Sale Conditions<br /><br />and the vendor and Purchaser do on their respective parts agree to complete the sale and purchase according to the said conditions.<br /><br />As witness the hands of the parties<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Received the sum of<br /><br />The deposit on the said purchase<br /><br />Dated this day of 188 </div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-39149515680264696302009-02-07T19:55:00.043+00:002010-09-11T10:55:27.776+01:00Where was Walton Hall?<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center">Many people will know or have memories of <a href="http://www.liverpool.gov.uk/Leisure_and_culture/Parks_and_recreation/Parks_and_gardens/Walton_Hall_Park/index.asphttp://">Walton Hall Park</a> situated about three miles north of Liverpool on Walton Hall Avenue,the main road out to Manchester and the M6. The road itself is wide and tree lined on the side nearest to the park. Trees also line the central grassed area which covers the old tram lines. In spring the central reservation is covered in carpets of daffodils and by summer the trees overhang the left side of the dual carriageway allowing shafts of sunlight to waft over the road. For a minute or two depending on the mode of transport and the amount of traffic, the traveller might feel that they have left the city behind until they go under the box girder railway bridge and back to the reality of modern living in the suburbs.</div><div align="left"><br />The park itself is large and houses a sports centre and a lake. The lake that was once a beautiful boating lake is now used by fishermen who catch only the hardiest fish who can live in the murky water. It is hard to imagine that this area was once part of the land belonging to some of the richest men in Liverpool. It must have been a beautiful area that few people would have been allowed access to. Somewhere in the area was the magnificent Walton Hall but exactly where the Hall was situated has not been determined until now.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300155257650636306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YmJT-Ix-GEzci7C282-4ScOlOPozfp8xt9CNJOcfX8Po9z0BpLBlwEhncuuiWBk6r1K-M4CPg-80N6843sgFSKeAfbDvvzyYeit6354IZXRwlBeHAxI-lUe_V7DCsIbd92eNQMBshB7z/s320/walton_hall.jpg" /><strong>Walton Hall</strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Walton Hall, the home of the Brere family and others, was sold to John Atherton in 1746. Atherton had made money out of the slave trade. The Atherton family sold the estate to Thomas Leyland sometime between 1802 to 1804.<br /><br /><br /></div><p><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/british/abolition/slavery_business_gallery_09.shtml"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300147423295526194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtW2p7TF_VroHd4iX-cTNMmGXw8r4oJ3N20hxJryGaesTDhgR3F9gGUIkS4z3DuA01-qPo7z2bNBtHIzDbLR9zDa20MdHtfRXzRHZx_Q94nOV-ICzaFTuRy4z3sYI8eOz1j08jdahM0ufC/s320/Thomas+Leyland.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong>Thomas Leyland</strong><br /><br /></p><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/british/abolition/slavery_business_gallery_09.shtml">Thomas Leyland</a> was in business in Liverpool when he and his partner had the good fortune to win the lottery, he invested his winnings in building up his business interests which sadly included slavery. His success in business made him very wealthy and influential. He was elected mayor of Liverpool three times.<br /><br />When he died in 1827, his widow Ellen continued to live in Walton Hall until her death in 1839. Thomas' nephews Richard and Christopher Bullin inherited the estate. The brothers took the Leyland name and coat of arms as per the instructions of their uncle's will. Richard moved from Fazakerley into the grand hall after his aunt's death but he and his brother Christopher died childless so the hall passed onto their sister Dorothy and her husband John Wrench Naylor. Incidentally Christopher Bullin bought <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/mid/sites/welshpool/pages/leightonhall.shtml">Leighton Hall</a> and gave it to his nephew John (son of Dorothy and John) as a wedding present.<br /><br />Walton Hall fell into disrepair after the death of Dorothy and was demolished around the turn of the century.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300231389551303730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcE6L8VX6efIXUxKczj4z1j7oiAaPDMPm1nhQXVXuhLJYCyNN0eHPDlgcTdRVd9g6lYJ0-jbGZvlw3BvpFhUtrQhmxK6b9eU9cGHQx8xHyEVJRBjHKQRF7nljso0z49i-SGyIWhTyTII6r/s320/Walton+Hall.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>Walton Hall</strong></p><p>The land was eventually bought by Liverpool City Council. Walton Hall Park and Avenue was then laid out. This 1897 map of the area shows the position of the Hall but it has been unclear where the Hall was in relation to the present day. The general assumption is that it must have been in the parkland, although one source suggested that it was nearer to the old zoological gardens on Rice Lane.<br /><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300154770161926274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtOAYL58Sk-xJFJxZEeQgHAALHqES5fb4coqxZjnKP7mQj_7Buok0J3yfXS8dyGC4QS0E76nXYxKaQiBdm0_zGEUE0jtj7Dupd6fbfw_p-_I13gi38NnPRi6yjhPQXJcWs818YqDUZp13e/s320/Walton+1897.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>1897 Map</strong><br /><br /></p><div align="left">However, a comparison of the 1897 map and the 1917 map below, shows the area of the Hall and its associated buildings and gardens were either side of Walton Hall Avenue. Recently, confirmation that the Hall was situated within the park area came from a gentleman who worked for the Corporation Parks and Gardens Dept. He had worked on the laying out of the park and told his stories of this and the railway to a curious young lad named Tom who lived in Walton Hall Avenue from 1967 to 1987. He told Tom he had seen the remains of the foundations of the hall and confirmed them to be towards the middle of the park behind the present tennis court/bowling green area.</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvO9AhE4mTSp-tVUEaFheXeHyrMocO-DmqgQlgRaPMAr5IlbV14huK6xHU0JyUwYFm4b0SDQu90xx5VAoSyo-ZL2bCxwX_7QChiS5IVI5_5BwjkxdHLYkjOC0v_dZtrgKCpLeFFAYAIV5/s1600-h/Walton+1917.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300155032026364930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvO9AhE4mTSp-tVUEaFheXeHyrMocO-DmqgQlgRaPMAr5IlbV14huK6xHU0JyUwYFm4b0SDQu90xx5VAoSyo-ZL2bCxwX_7QChiS5IVI5_5BwjkxdHLYkjOC0v_dZtrgKCpLeFFAYAIV5/s320/Walton+1917.jpg" /></a> <strong>1917 Map</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><p>Peter Auldis in "Pictures and Thoughts on Walton's Past History" describes the estate at the time of Leyland as having a half a mile long driveway entered through massive wrought iron gates and flanked by rhododendrons. This grand entrance was situated in the Haggerston Road area. It is interesting to note that the name Haggerston may have came from Haggerston Castle in Northumberland which was part of the Leyland Estates.</p><p>Contemporary maps show there were a number of lanes in the area which led to the hall.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUx7tu7nSrzn2kGLyY_IG55f3aYsZyKJvPS50atpjyqs7b-R4Ut_UQMtn_vISIA5RKh0u4474gPdIe4Mju9fwlMdcf5T9bNGrJXTscpaz1trWKggq1Ytu8sST31skAGKyVK8J4Gk8AYDKM/s1600-h/1840-1843+Moor+Lane.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375343075717325330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUx7tu7nSrzn2kGLyY_IG55f3aYsZyKJvPS50atpjyqs7b-R4Ut_UQMtn_vISIA5RKh0u4474gPdIe4Mju9fwlMdcf5T9bNGrJXTscpaz1trWKggq1Ytu8sST31skAGKyVK8J4Gk8AYDKM/s320/1840-1843+Moor+Lane.jpg" /></a></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><b>1840's map showing the area before the railway</b></div><p>Moor Lane arched around the back of the hall before joining up with another lane as seen on the this map above. The lane it connects with went from Long Lane (almost opposite to today's cemetery) to the Hall itself. This may have been called Lodge Lane as this name appears on other maps but this is not confirmed. This "Lodge Lane" must have been closed with the building of the railway as it would have had to pass under or over two lines at this point. Moor Lane must have been extended down to Walton Hall Avenue following the path of what would become the main pathway in the park. It then turned sharply left and went under a new stone bridge toward Stopgate Lane. This "new"road is obvious on the 1902 map of the area. Tom's neighbour recalled that this became the outwardbound carriageway of Walton Hall Avenue after it passed under the stone railway bridge. The bridge was replaced by the current box girder bridge when the road was made into a dual carriageway. He also confirmed that the rest of Moor Lane before the bridge became the main pathway in the park.</p><p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeZcswL8CXHEbfrms-BPkWaxX2TOAE7l5qxnRhi3HHGH1IHp4wvPgpAF8MNekli088p_Mj5xRnlKek11yWNT1se0dlmdfGFp3vv2QkepyNd8w0NwwqGZSM0dD74hCEBBdm6cU0wIboauN/s1600-h/1902+Moor+Lane.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375344722557383554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeZcswL8CXHEbfrms-BPkWaxX2TOAE7l5qxnRhi3HHGH1IHp4wvPgpAF8MNekli088p_Mj5xRnlKek11yWNT1se0dlmdfGFp3vv2QkepyNd8w0NwwqGZSM0dD74hCEBBdm6cU0wIboauN/s320/1902+Moor+Lane.jpg" /></a></p><p></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><b>1902 OS Map showing the "new" road joining Moor Lane</b></div><p>There appears to be another lane to the hall coming from Lily Grove, off Cherry Lane. This is interesting as there are remains of substantial sandstone walls still evident amidst the newer buildings. More information about this later.</p><p>My research continues into the hall itself. Auldis described it as surrounded by "magnificent timber" and adjoined by a picturesque walled garden and gardeners cottage, which can possibly be discerned from the 1897 map.</p><p>Another area of interest is the <a href="http://www.liverpool.gov.uk/Leisure_and_culture/Parks_and_recreation/Parks_and_gardens/Stanley_Park/index.asp">Stanley Park</a> and Anfield Road area. Stanley Park was created on land partly owned by Leyland and his nephew lived in Anfield Road. If passing the area the newly refurbished <a href="http://www.theislagladstone.co.uk/">Gladstone Conservatory</a> is well worth a visit.</p><p>Thank you to those people, especially Tom, who have took the time to help me with this fascinating story. If anyone has any further information which will help in my ongoing research, please email me at the address below.</p><p><a href="mailto:lostliverpool@gmail.com">lostliverpool@gmail.com</a><br />February 2009 (updated April 2009)<br /><br /></p>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-86548107797585548612008-02-05T21:05:00.019+00:002010-09-11T10:56:39.760+01:00History of University Hospital Aintree 1898 - today<div align="left">University Hospital Aintree NHS Foundation Trust is so called today to reflect its links with academia and its achievements within the NHS. The hospital known locally as Fazakerley Hospital has had many names since 118 acres were bought by the City Council in 1898 for a mere £39, 915. Prior to the sale, the land had been the Harbreck Estate which included a country house, farms and cottages. This map of 1828 shows the area which would become hospital land. As you can see the area is starting to be developed but on the whole remains quite rural. A later post will describe some of the people who lived and worked in the area. </div><img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsLLb1yOcnN9ee-OzwjhSHDHEuu9BTiBZoabRaxJ4Hr0S0ZthO6CTJdr39shtfojrBiTwom53f2Ziyxc7yj3hGba_q19aypencCUh111WIAX_d-4fAeLCNG9AINP7prLgj6y3NA_R4l9D/s1600-h/26+faz+map+1828+darker.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163617070979021874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCsLLb1yOcnN9ee-OzwjhSHDHEuu9BTiBZoabRaxJ4Hr0S0ZthO6CTJdr39shtfojrBiTwom53f2Ziyxc7yj3hGba_q19aypencCUh111WIAX_d-4fAeLCNG9AINP7prLgj6y3NA_R4l9D/s320/26+faz+map+1828+darker.jpg" /></a><strong>1828 Map of Fazakerley</strong> </div><br /><div align="left">The map shows Lower Lane and Higher Lane from left to right with Longmoor Lane on the left hand side between the two. The Moss Pits area is clearly seen off the top of Lower Lane with Fazakerley Hall further along Lower Lane to the right. Higher Lane takes a more meandering path as it does to this day with the more heavily shaded area possibly representing a border of trees surrounding Harbreck House. The lane then turns sharply and heads toward Long Lane. The path of the lane changed little over the last century until the building of Altcourse Prison but some elements of the past still remain such as the sandstone walls of the farm, the redbrick walls of the original hospital, the entrance to Everton cemetery, farm buildings trees and wildflowers.<br />Half way along Longmoor Lane is a path leading to Harbreck Cottages and out again on Lower Lane. Sadly, this path and many others like it are lost. Census records show a number of lanes that have disappeared from the area such as "Old Lane" and "Intake Lane" but it is impossible to say where they were exactly. The 1828 map states that many properties around here were owned by Richard Leyland. This was Richard Bullin who assumed the name of his uncle, partner and benefactor Thomas Leyland.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphen1G3jWsrpuP5_ROy3qONz_Q9WkGSP8L5omXbsAWkzWM22719fXkuyN0brA2sjcq7-p34au1uJRtbVFFeEJqmlUpooJGtS27B7DLv3kJZilbGHqKlHVwCr-c5IbY0DDxoCtyB_vUYrird/s1600-h/25+walton+hall+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616864820591650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyphenhyphen1G3jWsrpuP5_ROy3qONz_Q9WkGSP8L5omXbsAWkzWM22719fXkuyN0brA2sjcq7-p34au1uJRtbVFFeEJqmlUpooJGtS27B7DLv3kJZilbGHqKlHVwCr-c5IbY0DDxoCtyB_vUYrird/s320/25+walton+hall+2.jpg" /></a> <strong>Walton Hall</strong></div><strong></strong><div align="left"><br /><br />Richard Leyland/Bullin was a member of the Leyland and Bullins family who owned much of the land and property in this area including Fazakerley Hall and Walton Hall. The Leyland/Bullins family made much of their fortune as merchants in the growing City of Liverpool, mostly from the slave trade. Uncle Thomas Leyland was mayor of Liverpool three times and Richard once. Thomas was able to buy the grand Walton Hall from the family of another successful slaver John Atherton. Much is already written about this family who had a step up the ladder from a lottery win and ended up in banking as Leyland and Bullins. This was eventually sold and then through various mergers ended up as part of a well known bank.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYu7ZlIPuYFOTLCs9-oSxLu0dpSbRebilr2A0-m9Z30vM19TX2CuP7tytlOkArNRjJzh8uuDIpBTVmMWqGvSTaERYFuw1Rj2gLgEFfPbbGylBb6__5ke2PWz_XF5c1gBk4t0AZdRz9AkHU/s1600-h/24+Harbreck+Ho+Crop.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616718791703570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYu7ZlIPuYFOTLCs9-oSxLu0dpSbRebilr2A0-m9Z30vM19TX2CuP7tytlOkArNRjJzh8uuDIpBTVmMWqGvSTaERYFuw1Rj2gLgEFfPbbGylBb6__5ke2PWz_XF5c1gBk4t0AZdRz9AkHU/s320/24+Harbreck+Ho+Crop.jpg" /></a><strong>Harbreck House</strong> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Harbreck House was sold or let to another merchant, Jaques Myers, who made his fortune through importing /exporting cotton and other goods. Jaques and the other merchants moved their families away from the city but diseases, some of which may have been brought here by the merchant ships they used, stayed causing sickness and death which ironically led to the house and land being used as a hospital.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">The 1800's were a time of massive social change with tenant farmers and farm workers leaving the land and moving to the cities to find work. Liverpool was expanding at an immense rate. The River Mersey teemed with ships bringing goods and people from all over the world. The city was full of people, some natives, some heading off for a better life in the New World, many of them stopping in Liverpool as they could go no further through poverty or ill health. Scots, Irish, Welsh and English brought their families to live and work in the thriving port. Others came to escape the hardships of famine, often to find that life was no better here. Pubs, boarding houses and brothels filled the cosmopolitan streets. It must have been a dangerous melting pot of poverty, violence and disease as immigrants crammed themselves into cellars to find shelter in a city that could not keep up. The poor who moved here for a better life accepted that it was unlikely that all their offspring would reach old age.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM860jNc47uN7TSqjPDf2rJI2tH-SWcsXeK8nMm8a0dFxm5VR8-6dtvhN8c-1dc-RHu9bhsCr9ZbVoLXMxobZlMsuavcKqXT8x6-v6VdYUtqygqL5Gmu0cQ8jY7mss_qsE5l8YRKe1MZzB/s1600-h/24+A+Court+Back+Mason+st+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616469683600386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM860jNc47uN7TSqjPDf2rJI2tH-SWcsXeK8nMm8a0dFxm5VR8-6dtvhN8c-1dc-RHu9bhsCr9ZbVoLXMxobZlMsuavcKqXT8x6-v6VdYUtqygqL5Gmu0cQ8jY7mss_qsE5l8YRKe1MZzB/s320/24+A+Court+Back+Mason+st+2.jpg" /></a><strong>A Liverpool Court</strong> </div><br /><div align="left">Disease never went away, there would be times when it quietened down but it would return and spread quickly in the unhygienic conditions which existed at the time. Asiatic cholera arrived in Liverpool in 1832. Within the year 4,912 official cases were recorded, many weren't, as the stigma could ruin a family. 1523 people died in that year. 1849 saw another outbreak in which a further 5,308 died, accounting for 10% of the national figure. Further outbreaks took place in 1854 with 1,290 deaths recorded and 1866 killing 2,122 people. These figures don't include deaths from other diseases such as dysentery, fever and smallpox to name but a few.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUgSRaieDjCxYv3pUufbxVtNlrHwi8i2Jz3RnqvlrrKE3Y15yAjjv4-HgOz5k9MAvdcn8yZSa4kyBMWemB1M9IgLUlzaZOzRnCTkLXZy6S1AfeiMsy3gy1lB4T-55cmkhytAcO6659DE2/s1600-h/23+Pic+of+Lionel+St+1905.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616345129548786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUgSRaieDjCxYv3pUufbxVtNlrHwi8i2Jz3RnqvlrrKE3Y15yAjjv4-HgOz5k9MAvdcn8yZSa4kyBMWemB1M9IgLUlzaZOzRnCTkLXZy6S1AfeiMsy3gy1lB4T-55cmkhytAcO6659DE2/s320/23+Pic+of+Lionel+St+1905.jpg" /></a> <strong>Hard Times</strong></div><strong></strong><div align="left"><br /><br />Between January and June of 1847, 300,000 Irish immigrants arrived at the Port of Liverpool trying to escape death and destruction caused by the potato famine. Starving and ill they took shelter where they could crowding into attics and cellars in horrendous courts with no sanitary arrangements. In escaping the terror of starvation they faced another - typhus. 5, 239 people died of typhus that year with another 2,236 from diarrhoea and dysentery. Meanwhile other diseases such as TB, scarlatina, measles and many more continued to take their toll.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiX6af1aNhAw-fm7-eUe3mSv0K54fNJ9iWKAnaE9W3DHGRNTtYsxVezL6aFYiUTXYdmv347FnH6oHqo6A4x9HvF6Th4KNnHSGOCbT5iV72h3M3UYHzSyN6EK_CO5Aqm9V9BFIRQoTdjQNa/s1600-h/22+Deprivation+in+Eldon+St.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616156150987746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiX6af1aNhAw-fm7-eUe3mSv0K54fNJ9iWKAnaE9W3DHGRNTtYsxVezL6aFYiUTXYdmv347FnH6oHqo6A4x9HvF6Th4KNnHSGOCbT5iV72h3M3UYHzSyN6EK_CO5Aqm9V9BFIRQoTdjQNa/s320/22+Deprivation+in+Eldon+St.jpg" /></a><strong>Deprivation in Liverpool<br /></strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSLvazJsZiaqrdiJGygh9fu436wokHhjoz6Zh1mbyoeUwQ7brdY5x-hxvGSPzFibGFcGJfK05zSIK-7EQwGwktEQJrzuWb36_OgjdRqXp-yRZR1QfoiN3RLrtLGYRFQS9NvT5esOtDPLH2/s1600-h/21+Kittywilk_small.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616023007001554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSLvazJsZiaqrdiJGygh9fu436wokHhjoz6Zh1mbyoeUwQ7brdY5x-hxvGSPzFibGFcGJfK05zSIK-7EQwGwktEQJrzuWb36_OgjdRqXp-yRZR1QfoiN3RLrtLGYRFQS9NvT5esOtDPLH2/s320/21+Kittywilk_small.jpg" /></a><br />Life was harsh for many, but some people did what they could to help. <a href="http://http//www.lmu.livjm.ac.uk/LHOL/content.aspx?itemid=103">Kitty Wilkinson</a> understood the importance of cleanliness, allowing her neighbours the use of her boiler to wash infected bedding. Her actions led to the founding of the "wash house" Kitty also cared for orphaned children.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgDVdEZghf3-sJGTMQk1lhr1vY2LW0gqH04sPuEFP65jb5vdE04-_Thg1mhn6VK4K-9zAfOO_WZKg0qi3hsjqae_QmVHzwbQr09vpO2daI3unVieObVm53Ssb4TKPhz4vddx-qoyoHDKSF/s1600-h/20+Agnes+Jones.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163615894157982658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgDVdEZghf3-sJGTMQk1lhr1vY2LW0gqH04sPuEFP65jb5vdE04-_Thg1mhn6VK4K-9zAfOO_WZKg0qi3hsjqae_QmVHzwbQr09vpO2daI3unVieObVm53Ssb4TKPhz4vddx-qoyoHDKSF/s320/20+Agnes+Jones.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnes_Elizabeth_Jones">Agnes Jones</a> was a prodigy of Florence Nightingale who worked at the Fever Hospital on Brownlow Hill. She contracted typhus while caring for the sick and dying and died herself from exhaustion on 19th February 1868.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">George Beaumont, FRCS, is a little known hero. He was an assistant surgeon at the Liverpool Dispensary who died while carrying out his duties. He and another surgeon named Critchley were reported in the Liverpool Mercury of 1820 as falling victim to the deadly contamination of typhus. They were distinguished by "diligence and humanity in the discharge of their official duties" George Beaumont is buried in <a href="http://http//lostliverpool.blogspot.com/2007/06/st-georges-church-everton.html">St George's Churchyard</a> in Everton, forgotten by the city he gave his life for.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSR34y9sNrrWxLap93P7QszDluiXBQKVaih6jop5XDMKSFHMjzPRt5PwJdBBhUMqj6Ex6rXUx83JeT1eYp9avGdrc5a2XGkVpMLZw_kB43XwvFb06J1J4_mvi0FFBqfMObPAiVyaz9qrLa/s1600-h/19+Grave+of+George+Beaumont.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163615739539159986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSR34y9sNrrWxLap93P7QszDluiXBQKVaih6jop5XDMKSFHMjzPRt5PwJdBBhUMqj6Ex6rXUx83JeT1eYp9avGdrc5a2XGkVpMLZw_kB43XwvFb06J1J4_mvi0FFBqfMObPAiVyaz9qrLa/s320/19+Grave+of+George+Beaumont.jpg" /></a><strong>Grave of George Beaumont</strong> </div><br /><div align="left"><br />A figure who is well remembered for his efforts to improve the health of Liverpool people is <a href="http://http//www.mersey-gateway.org/server.php?show=ConWebDoc.145">Dr William Henry Duncan</a> who practised in Rodney Street, taking on extra duties in the Liverpool Dispensary in Vauxhall Road, where he witnessed great suffering. He warned at the time that fever would continue while living accommodation was dirty and lacking fresh air. He believed in quarantining patients to remove them from the "miasma". The theory worked but for different reasons not known at the time. Dr Duncan was appointed as the first Medical Officer of Health in England and Public Health has remained a important facet of health care ever since, but his career was not without controversy. As part of his quest to clean up the city he enforced the closing up of cellars without contingency plans for the housing of the homeless, forcing many thousands onto the streets. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghqehO19O8CPYFBZE7Lk3D_H5l4guk7I3YPY2rYl3cuyirDEW7zrA8RLsnes4SRimWVrNQZn2brsZxrDLLZMBWNS7x856EVye-8dTXFBjMuVF1nyF5G6IJEoxqEBTVfYx6ZmX8_bCZ9hyphenhyphen/s1600-h/18+Dr+Duncan.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163615408826678178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghqehO19O8CPYFBZE7Lk3D_H5l4guk7I3YPY2rYl3cuyirDEW7zrA8RLsnes4SRimWVrNQZn2brsZxrDLLZMBWNS7x856EVye-8dTXFBjMuVF1nyF5G6IJEoxqEBTVfYx6ZmX8_bCZ9hyphenhyphen/s320/18+Dr+Duncan.jpg" /></a><strong>Dr Duncan </strong></div><br /><div align="left"><br />In 1849 the General Board of Health ordered the removal of persons from rooms where diseases appeared. Temporary hospitals were set up often too late; some of the sick were taken to the Workhouse spreading the diseases further amongst a susceptible population. Over the coming years and various epidemics it became apparent, although unpopular, that isolation of patients was as important as the need for social change. Fifty years later, the City Hospital Fazakerley was one of the hospitals built around Liverpool to cope with the ever-growing need.</div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163622237824678978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdEjs1bb3gxk4Qa1lLs6xkLaA21BZHH5fnP0jvVSzLFuikUItCA89PhxDNXq-4TyoLIyQarjHn2rFDDAi-CuW4DVLmMyFjvaANTmZb2VpF1niMSw6769WpkxsMg4dq_DRyLWpGp41TOMg/s320/17+Aerial+view+of+the+Annexe+shot.jpg" /><strong>Aerial View of the Annexe</strong><br /><br /><div align="left"><br />The City Council bought the land in 1898 and opened up the Annexe section in 1901. It contained 160 beds for smallpox patients and was intended as a temporary hospital until the larger City Hospital was built, however it was still in use in the 1950's. This temporary hospital consisted of a brick pavilion, four wooden pavilions, an isolation pavilion and discharge block, mortuary, coalhouse as well as other small functional buildings. Harbreck House was used as the nurses quarters and administration block.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_aXYBuIQX9Lq_nOG6uQVvLoOPdfol4I9cI2AMwKmzsCxkd8KSP7gvR-a3RS_tZxgniNkXMq1M5K_ZzaNhVOus8JoDeF9TxmSectF7DCdfs7zvMklm7MEt3iXNdKy2wjEjvW8Phn9mO3m/s1600-h/16+Harbreck+House.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163615133948771202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx_aXYBuIQX9Lq_nOG6uQVvLoOPdfol4I9cI2AMwKmzsCxkd8KSP7gvR-a3RS_tZxgniNkXMq1M5K_ZzaNhVOus8JoDeF9TxmSectF7DCdfs7zvMklm7MEt3iXNdKy2wjEjvW8Phn9mO3m/s320/16+Harbreck+House.jpg" /></a> <strong>Harbreck House</strong></div><br /><div align="left"><br />It is difficult to imagine the small beginnings of such a vast institution. The 1901 census reveals that there was an isolation hospital in Higher Lane at this time, however, there were just 18 staff, all female, unmarried or widowed between the ages of 18 to 43 staying there that night caring for 25 patients under the age of 16. One of these people was the Matron Catherine Berry, a 32 year old single woman born in Liverpool. Tracing Catherine back through previous census gives a little insight into the life of the First Matron. In 1881 she was living with her father William, a general labourer from Ireland, and her mother Mary, a midwife, in Romeo Street Kirkdale. By 1891 she had chosen her career, perhaps influenced by her mother, and is recorded as an officer at the Mount Pleasant Workhouse. Moving away from the bustle of an inner city workhouse to a small hospital almost in the countryside must have been a big change for her. </div><div align="left"><br />Higher Lane is an ancient road which almost still follows the path of old field boundaries. Leave behind the Victorian houses at the beginning of the road, cross the railway bridge and you almost enter a time capsule, sandstone walls of old farms, large trees and as many wild blackberries as you could ever want. The course of the road has been changed by the building of the prison and its access roads but you can still see the red brick hospital walls and ornamental entrance.</div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8JLJhuUKSOOGAtI-hCtKnSwIOz4nToncDwbbSu6-Hvi3fOmebtuoYF7tyeDCJk6awzKBetbsh8NdJRE0HfdBnnqojErN0Vdpr8NJpo7breJOdrRs-dkhQhsk6hkU4QlZbIKjx_P6ghwZ/s1600-h/16+Higher+Lane+Gatepost.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163614944970210162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8JLJhuUKSOOGAtI-hCtKnSwIOz4nToncDwbbSu6-Hvi3fOmebtuoYF7tyeDCJk6awzKBetbsh8NdJRE0HfdBnnqojErN0Vdpr8NJpo7breJOdrRs-dkhQhsk6hkU4QlZbIKjx_P6ghwZ/s320/16+Higher+Lane+Gatepost.jpg" /></a><strong> Higher Lane</strong><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="left">The Annexe is now lost forever under Altcourse Prison but a walk through the beautiful Bluebell Woods reveals some of the areas past.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBBu-sMRzicR93WfK7E2IOlLGakzuLPjkPVj60AR37s71saTwRenxlHdcerANxmcTUU33gusYPMbBUmBD1GayejQ0YNKy7M4Ydmvv4OHsabK8ZvVtadGcXGXev1NObBK5gKl_Olf-0GhT/s1600-h/15+Bluebell+Woods+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163613845458582354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBBu-sMRzicR93WfK7E2IOlLGakzuLPjkPVj60AR37s71saTwRenxlHdcerANxmcTUU33gusYPMbBUmBD1GayejQ0YNKy7M4Ydmvv4OHsabK8ZvVtadGcXGXev1NObBK5gKl_Olf-0GhT/s320/15+Bluebell+Woods+2.JPG" /></a> <strong>Bluebell Woods</strong></div><strong></strong><br /><div align="left"><br />Carved sandstone blocks lie carelessly scattered among the trees hinting at the earlier history of a grand building . Ivy and wildflowers have grown over paths which were laid out as part of the wealthy merchant's estate and in later years, where patients exercised. How different this must have seemed from the squalor of the inner city.</div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmiCQwdmMs6RmY8MHf2hIDTPwDdvW6Rq7IKx86VWhMbLIgA0oeC0Y2JCfzTK6p6KP2ysxerbyPXHpxLIcOg938iQTfv0uOAc-faqcts9EpvFcbz_QbDJWYJ41uPigDUFiGHfuaKdCc95a/s1600-h/14+Bluebell+Woods+9.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163612136061598514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmiCQwdmMs6RmY8MHf2hIDTPwDdvW6Rq7IKx86VWhMbLIgA0oeC0Y2JCfzTK6p6KP2ysxerbyPXHpxLIcOg938iQTfv0uOAc-faqcts9EpvFcbz_QbDJWYJ41uPigDUFiGHfuaKdCc95a/s320/14+Bluebell+Woods+9.JPG" /></a><strong>A Path through the Woods </strong></div><strong></strong><br /><div align="left"><br />Fazakerley Brook, a tributary of the River Alt, meanders through the trees at the back of the hospital cutting under Lower Lane near the ambulance station. The old stone bridge is hardly noticeable in the rush of the present day traffic, but floods caused by heavy rainfall will quickly remind any passer-by of the natural geography of the area. </div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12uFGkmxii_5RvmtOqLr5p-Vmavap6Rl_BjGvksF8Bje_EjUwKzLvOVn9PeXSES_F3vTwFvWxlJTsEhtrJgHgFUcC_ot_ojvC64ExH8lSp-f44DEwAjqP_xS_7hDLR8KES6gOTLHoMmjf/s1600-h/13+Bluebell+Woods+15.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163611758104476450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12uFGkmxii_5RvmtOqLr5p-Vmavap6Rl_BjGvksF8Bje_EjUwKzLvOVn9PeXSES_F3vTwFvWxlJTsEhtrJgHgFUcC_ot_ojvC64ExH8lSp-f44DEwAjqP_xS_7hDLR8KES6gOTLHoMmjf/s320/13+Bluebell+Woods+15.JPG" /></a><strong>Fazakerley Brook</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6AmZ3vZQ4MXnfxPh4TlfMPnFsK3BD7lye_-5eDwc2IF3oeqQCMMOYgCURQrMhG1dz3XYXvYyv35BOv-Mfusg7kawp7gcvrKlDddjhMf90YiTjIdwR69QvUfedFtcdjksd1S7QLQb5VDM/s1600-h/12+Bridge+in+Bluebell+woods.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163611384442321682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6AmZ3vZQ4MXnfxPh4TlfMPnFsK3BD7lye_-5eDwc2IF3oeqQCMMOYgCURQrMhG1dz3XYXvYyv35BOv-Mfusg7kawp7gcvrKlDddjhMf90YiTjIdwR69QvUfedFtcdjksd1S7QLQb5VDM/s320/12+Bridge+in+Bluebell+woods.jpg" /></a><strong> A Bridge in the Woods</strong><br /><br /><div align="left">There was plenty of land at the Fazakerley site and five years later, the City Hospital was opened. This new hospital was considered to be state of the art in 1906, costing about £130,000. It comprised of nine ward pavilions and four isolation blocks for 350 patients with infectious diseases other than smallpox including 25 TB beds. It also had an administration block, kitchen block, nurses home, laundry, dispensary, mortuary, doctors house and porters lodge. Many of these buildings still exist today, known to staff as "the Old Site". </div><br /><div align="left"><br />Facilities for staff were to be the best as they lived in, rarely going home. This postcard dated Jan 1st 1907 may have been sent by a nurse or patient to her sister in Walton. Not that far away but isolation meant just that. The views on the postcard show pristine new buildings and immature gardens. This was the City Hospital's first Christmas and New Year -there have been another 101 since and many of the buildings such as Aintree House remain in excellent condition.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vWXUVRYeiOumaDqZ8wSrYEpEN_xsCP-8-bgO4XSGRHPNGehfhEF5nz1DcHHMtmrOUKUCYq_YHQTY_suxN83sHugGdvVQ5CNIZ0dd5bm6-OD-tP1Pzl8cpe05Il3E3cOeNnnOM1QA33la/s1600-h/11+Pallie.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163610950650624770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7vWXUVRYeiOumaDqZ8wSrYEpEN_xsCP-8-bgO4XSGRHPNGehfhEF5nz1DcHHMtmrOUKUCYq_YHQTY_suxN83sHugGdvVQ5CNIZ0dd5bm6-OD-tP1Pzl8cpe05Il3E3cOeNnnOM1QA33la/s320/11+Pallie.jpg" /></a><strong>1907 Postcard</strong></div><br /><div align="left"><br />A stroll around the north part of the hospital grounds shows the layout of the old City Hospital. Enter via Longmoor Lane and see the imposing Aintree House ahead of you. Just beyond the gateposts to the left and right are the medical superintendents residence and the porters lodge now used for other purposes. Aintree House was the original administration block with the kitchen attached and beyond that, the nurses home. The entrance contains two brass plaques from 1906, firstly, describing a brief history and the function of the hospital, and secondly, listing the members of the Port Sanitary and Hospitals Committee of the Council of the City of Liverpool.</div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJyWW8vvvPAPi6P4628TKN1D2cgYHd-Q31I8yRAx9fpITxmYpvMqj7I2ekikZkCye3U8DI-fQo3Vr8pWOiLkXknkEaXZSbQO3baiP9A00e1SH-8QHN2BK3AJodrTpPfjhdJ-D7rncDKgf/s1600-h/10+Brass+plaque+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163610697247554290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJJyWW8vvvPAPi6P4628TKN1D2cgYHd-Q31I8yRAx9fpITxmYpvMqj7I2ekikZkCye3U8DI-fQo3Vr8pWOiLkXknkEaXZSbQO3baiP9A00e1SH-8QHN2BK3AJodrTpPfjhdJ-D7rncDKgf/s320/10+Brass+plaque+2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQs9BsLcz2JKg2Im1TeCVXuftbJ7jzu0hD27Khvlagv8bRvjG_yMUHavDcVacRkoUJH6_4-Utbr1OZ5H2yKZpyvahu15BrQ8dVcOWsi9xBTVRIT3p_xZaGJOLXczMDnrg7mDyqrSdNALO/s1600-h/9+Brass+plaque+4.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163610130311871202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQQs9BsLcz2JKg2Im1TeCVXuftbJ7jzu0hD27Khvlagv8bRvjG_yMUHavDcVacRkoUJH6_4-Utbr1OZ5H2yKZpyvahu15BrQ8dVcOWsi9xBTVRIT3p_xZaGJOLXczMDnrg7mDyqrSdNALO/s320/9+Brass+plaque+4.JPG" /></a><strong>The Brass Plaques at Aintree House</strong> </div><br /><div align="left"><br />Take a right turn at Aintree House and walk along the path to the end, you will eventually come to an example of one of the pavilion wards, sadly neglected and covered in graffiti.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOnbq2PBINrKyXtnjYvbNNlkgpSSdeIOs6Zim_Vu1ADYYIg7A0m5hpE_AWMTGY1H4bSSgXNMTV72vFUV4tsRFQCN1USB5j5A3uuibxd65Vh83ep6iKTg7EF86qSH9DL1hCEFUYwecsFYd/s1600-h/8+Pavilion+graffitti.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163609593440959186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTOnbq2PBINrKyXtnjYvbNNlkgpSSdeIOs6Zim_Vu1ADYYIg7A0m5hpE_AWMTGY1H4bSSgXNMTV72vFUV4tsRFQCN1USB5j5A3uuibxd65Vh83ep6iKTg7EF86qSH9DL1hCEFUYwecsFYd/s320/8+Pavilion+graffitti.JPG" /></a> <strong>An Old Pavilion Ward<br /></strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqUcSBaszBzS1n4c9kKJo3m3LvCWbiVFJF4fYWnndnfRP9aKUnibx23CFUxUpc4Ws2MpTWHxBB0wHcmcD4yXIk0Afg3AUkNwTXFQgED929Qp-4Xb7Dt2IZn4shPbRlpKV3dTawQ9Wv5Sd/s1600-h/7+Ward+verandah+cropped.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163609073749916354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqUcSBaszBzS1n4c9kKJo3m3LvCWbiVFJF4fYWnndnfRP9aKUnibx23CFUxUpc4Ws2MpTWHxBB0wHcmcD4yXIk0Afg3AUkNwTXFQgED929Qp-4Xb7Dt2IZn4shPbRlpKV3dTawQ9Wv5Sd/s320/7+Ward+verandah+cropped.jpg" /></a> <strong>Pavilion Ward in Use</strong></div><br /><div align="left"><br />At the back of Aintree House is the old nurses home with the kitchen block joining the two. The small building across the grass was the laboratory and dispensary (now Central Stores). There is a porters lodge and a mortuary situated on Lower Lane side which no longer exist. Many other buildings are still used but many have disappeared under much needed car parking space.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzseudexPQqV1a8volL8YvzAO7JGn4dpnsNvfO-SaiK-PhLnugw9pSbpNBVVeBT_05RdizXUpvEaP7WKMRNZ0DTn7LSo0S5ilIcUbiZttMg55NuaIrOOrAbyBXjx0STmjK2wjnGsKbNcg/s1600-h/6+Central+stores+colour.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163608803166976690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKzseudexPQqV1a8volL8YvzAO7JGn4dpnsNvfO-SaiK-PhLnugw9pSbpNBVVeBT_05RdizXUpvEaP7WKMRNZ0DTn7LSo0S5ilIcUbiZttMg55NuaIrOOrAbyBXjx0STmjK2wjnGsKbNcg/s320/6+Central+stores+colour.jpg" /></a><strong>Some of the Remaining Buildings</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcBr8-5OOy7_d0T_bv_xM7Ycqf0j7QjFGLjIbd83zh2zAzxhi3SWY9WlZX977oRiJ0t5HOJ7CNbX0YZN_V7nYKLoii8KeRqWNXWbu0Omxt_Sej5lrj8X8GZX3hnT-hdCAEqUhlatBFKCA2/s1600-h/5+Destructor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163608412324952738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcBr8-5OOy7_d0T_bv_xM7Ycqf0j7QjFGLjIbd83zh2zAzxhi3SWY9WlZX977oRiJ0t5HOJ7CNbX0YZN_V7nYKLoii8KeRqWNXWbu0Omxt_Sej5lrj8X8GZX3hnT-hdCAEqUhlatBFKCA2/s320/5+Destructor.jpg" /></a><strong>The Destructor</strong><br /><br /><div align="left">The following picture shows a birds eye view of the City Hospital,with Longmoor Lane in the foreground. This shows the layout of the site. The tall building at the back of the drawing is the "destructor for objectionable refuse" This is still recognisable today in the group of buildings now used by the maintenance department.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfsqC5yqwWiNFfU6py-BxyvoorX3PaKZX50itw7cNS4rL-XXgruRwPLjcoztp_a1042QfUxs42oIhOz6wzNKJSSeuwwps_ZfREcSnO90LOuui1qZdygIf1CLBhrJOKmf4L9td7BDCKWyS/s1600-h/4+Birds+Eye+View+of+City+Hosp+cropped.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163606969215941266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXfsqC5yqwWiNFfU6py-BxyvoorX3PaKZX50itw7cNS4rL-XXgruRwPLjcoztp_a1042QfUxs42oIhOz6wzNKJSSeuwwps_ZfREcSnO90LOuui1qZdygIf1CLBhrJOKmf4L9td7BDCKWyS/s320/4+Birds+Eye+View+of+City+Hosp+cropped.jpg" /></a><strong>Bird's Eye View of the City Hospital</strong> </div><br /><div align="left"><br />The picture above shows that the City Hospital ends behind what is now the maintenance department. A look at the map below shows that there was still plenty of land between the City Hospital and the Annexe available for expansion, however, the First World War would delay building and change the use of the hospital temporarily.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrF1dkLON8rQ6KR_zlQJawnC9hCmN50vxgHnq7v5zslgZ18NPyMmMb4Sr-KGr6YT6vSWs8jkuJbuBs-ZuChCuFn-b85-mbNy2jZ0jAs2IeG8AvLE6UKrdH2mTBSNwC8r6PxtXu-zfXoOpk/s1600-h/3+City+Hosp+ground+plan.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163606707222936194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrF1dkLON8rQ6KR_zlQJawnC9hCmN50vxgHnq7v5zslgZ18NPyMmMb4Sr-KGr6YT6vSWs8jkuJbuBs-ZuChCuFn-b85-mbNy2jZ0jAs2IeG8AvLE6UKrdH2mTBSNwC8r6PxtXu-zfXoOpk/s320/3+City+Hosp+ground+plan.jpg" /></a><strong>Map showing the City Hospital and the Annexe</strong><br /></div><br /><div align="left">During the war years the hospital was renamed 1st Western General. Injured soldiers were transported via train to the Fazakerley Station. The Fazakerley Local History Group produced a book "Fazakerley through the Ages" which describes how a number of buildings in the area were used to accomodate troops and their families during this time, including a house on the corner of Garden Lane and Longmoor Lane which was used as a hostel and Queen Mary High School, which was a clearing house for patients.</div><br /><div align="left"><br />Just before the beginning of the war, Liverpool Corporation rented 25 acres from the Hospitals Committee in 1914 for a temporary hospital for Infectious Diseases which was commonly known as "Sparrow Hall Hospital" after the farm of the same name which previously occupied the site. This was also used by the military for injured soldiers. Few pictures of this hospital exist, however, it's surrounding high red brick wall remained on the East Lancashire Road perimeter into the 1980's and is remembered by residents.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGppvCzcSx3JkCSmBclyM-k3HZnqSNEGIGdQUm0PsVggEEIGrhuyT1JLDfRFw5knCvvghs7Zkh2bN2lDf-ngpHeEUvNEyNTLtXc0gBclNcyXx6G3rkrea1SiFYqnUHEphyphenhyphen3XtTHGrnlGAd/s1600-h/2+Sparrow+Hall+Hosp.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163606067272809074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGppvCzcSx3JkCSmBclyM-k3HZnqSNEGIGdQUm0PsVggEEIGrhuyT1JLDfRFw5knCvvghs7Zkh2bN2lDf-ngpHeEUvNEyNTLtXc0gBclNcyXx6G3rkrea1SiFYqnUHEphyphenhyphen3XtTHGrnlGAd/s320/2+Sparrow+Hall+Hosp.jpg" /></a><strong>Sparrow Hall Hospital </strong><br /></div><br /><div align="left">Annie was a resident of the area from 1938, when her family moved from poor housing in Scotland Road. In an interview, she recalled images from her early teens when she was unable to attend school. She remembered the large trees of the hospital grounds which overhung Long Lane and how beautiful this was to somone who had only known slums and overcrowding. She told how travellers would set up their summer camp every year just outside the west wall.<br />Some of the trees were retained and integrated into the Sparrow Hall council estate which was built later on the site. </div><div align="left"><br />There is little written about this small hospital, however, Gore's Directory for 1925 states that Miss B Roberts was the matron.<br /><br />This temporary hospital would continue to be used until 1950 when the patients were transferred to Fazakerley Sanatorium and the land was sold to Liverpool Corporation for a token sum.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LS4uejYmYOQaqTA46-3cuwi8cXVHFGaHbve4FEs3g1_VSzibD83aoUFreM028dFigvVCEKLi1A4djAtZOMJbR_brKKeFq2NK6S5d99KD8RsLeJsMZN9kvKOvkGVVuondKaJBy9qPOKzt/s1600-h/1+Nursing+pavilion.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163605848229476962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3LS4uejYmYOQaqTA46-3cuwi8cXVHFGaHbve4FEs3g1_VSzibD83aoUFreM028dFigvVCEKLi1A4djAtZOMJbR_brKKeFq2NK6S5d99KD8RsLeJsMZN9kvKOvkGVVuondKaJBy9qPOKzt/s320/1+Nursing+pavilion.jpg" /></a><strong>Fazakerley Sanatorium</strong> </div><br /><div align="left"><br />The story of the growth of Aintree Hospitals continues below with the building of Fazakerley Sanatorium 1920. Further reading about hidden Fazakerley and the Myers Family mentioned at the beginning of this post can be found on previous posts. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Fazakerley Sanatorium</span></strong></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifs1xFDsD2o-HtJktsl6j45Tu4WNMwkww-PuycO8zRkDMWmvEx1ctk2j5jka3ceNzfcVPDEg0e6muFuASlwcieqjsysTBHLaUL9LPT6rtFA5f5yCsA5tPqW8KTeZAXZbiXpXMtZ9ryyti4/s1600-h/Faz+San+Opening+Brochure.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336410685229470898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifs1xFDsD2o-HtJktsl6j45Tu4WNMwkww-PuycO8zRkDMWmvEx1ctk2j5jka3ceNzfcVPDEg0e6muFuASlwcieqjsysTBHLaUL9LPT6rtFA5f5yCsA5tPqW8KTeZAXZbiXpXMtZ9ryyti4/s320/Faz+San+Opening+Brochure.jpg" /></a> <strong>The Opening Brochure</strong><br /><br /><div align="left">Fazakerley Sanatorium was opened on the 8th October 1920 by Dr John Utting JP. It was built to house 245 pulmonary TB patients. TR & V Hooper's design was well chosen following a public competition, the buildings are still in use today as offices. The Sanatorium was built on a 60 acre site, part of the original 118 acres previously bought by the City Council in 1898. Building work had begun in 1914 but was delayed by the war.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336398590551694610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnyufGv_983B0iHCsuXaOf1z69fFV5qONjGwAVy8wjGh0idmTVA4xIA9klD-mlqt5HCAaTVOOXya6CnzSRm9nB6904B_0ihsqnPoyriY3AUrKE4ea0SO1SEh0SqgPDOGjL0wznZmyhqHey/s320/Faz+Sanatorium+192.jpg" /> <strong>The Ground Plan</strong><br /><br /></div><div align="left">The ground plan from the opening brochure shows a lay out which has hardly changed. The centre cluster of buildings contained the administration block, kitchen, dining hall, lecture hall, consulting rooms and many more. The building has had many uses over the years, it was the School of Nursing during from 1990 to last year and is now contains medical records. </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336400757948956306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0AHfyg7KMeZAMQHcmZSxcUx-V59X43sIc0z6MpUQfmGxcLxKBnhZ518AAEXEQRH8BWm4aoE88IsHCW850BjL_V2VCxH-fMsw07s2ljJS0cPiEznZxhAUaZKgHo0uIRVojgFcS0_ByVO6/s320/Faz+23+9+06+3.JPG" /> <p align="center"><strong>The Administration Block </strong></p><div align="left"><br />This picture above shows an unusual view of the Administration block taken from the lawns behind the old Male Pavilion now Training and Development. It hints at how beautiful it must have been in those early days. This must have been one of the first parts of the Sanatorium to be built as the date stone gives the date as 1915.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336409729204040402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_3NDLCxGzT_2rIlRHxYoZJQQKv3owocf2OunU0uSVs2aLMyUECOZaUe-B3IjEHOa7BXokY_InXMg1KfUC9J7PZbY2lFRLwdtEVCTyswucTLJ04XIlcfN6NpdyoL07ZDPNA5BVHjE-seQ/s320/Faz+San+plaque.JPG" /> <p align="center"><strong>Plaque on the Administration Block</strong><br /><br /></p><p align="left"><br />To the west of the central Administration block was the Nurses Home, many nurses will remember living there as it continued as a nurses home into the 1990's and then became the offices of Social Services.<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><p></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336404716728300162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_5t1tdQx6OCF7NmS-YCFOlo6VddfrPw6b7x-ZoB_C3h2g36fwrmRiSHcL5iRtU5QTPK7_MLZT9Eri5RlzyJiOndV2J-FuSs7x8OTiq_yfVReA7okSO-03Hy64vPNXp-KPL42qiUqs7mgu/s320/nurses+home.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>The Nurses Home<br /></strong><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336405349015003842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUbrT4t6VzmZ-Pw8UGl_0keEQSDDKtluQEShzLzpDwEGxJWSee7I8gFPvfyTt0am8LwQxPxDWuFtTQNNxRTPYcZXCU_SGJbv-n41Qcj-ZYINzC4kH3tCn_ExGrcH56kD_iQg4U20x_4-J/s320/DSCF6953.JPG" /> <p align="center"><strong>The Nurses Home now</strong><br /><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336405879853328290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPJX-z_4nNKi_oWcoN93W7XuWy4ZPZDBFB26eFZi5ah1XWFKLKG_SfLRW36MdKbFdQnBpNptlpQhB4zfLNMlStOTJbDmrgl-jaOZ5HVZ2WT3gfOM14rFZhrQZ_uvvBqv3mVaQPAW7UtR7/s320/Faz+May+2007+002.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"><strong>The Back of the Nurses Home </strong></p><p align="left">This picture of the back of the Nurses Home is interesting as it shows the remaining concrete base to the fence which would have separated the Sanatorium from the City Hospital.<br /><br />The nurses life would have been very different from today. A hand written book which keeps the details of working life of Probationers shows that many young girls left after a couple of months. One young girl was "insolent and not interested" while another "did not return following a day out" Another 19 year old from Wrexham resigned because she "could not take lectures" while poor "AB" from Anfield had to leave because she was "undersized and not strong"</p><p align="left">A Ward Sisters Register 1912 - 1932 shows that many nurses who stayed long enough to achieve promotion often moved around various isolation hospitals and many did military service. For example "EML" of Rock Ferry trained at City Hospital Fazakerley and the moved to Marylebone Infirmary in London. She served with the military from 1914 to 1919 and re entered Fazakerley on 8th June 1919. She then transferred to Netherfield Rd and was promoted to Night Sister. She is recorded as being "very good to all patients"<br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336431053058445330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiua2jkvnsG2cwtROod7eKQca7LM1A4jWo24RWMuEXMnVvA4vCN-eCQaY5C_P8EUS6nyI1rAUEdEt_EmCH5kqBxBDDCM3IRjb0D_ME53wgHabnPgUbuR45q81lATATGXdL6jv1Wl4zwT717/s320/childrens+pavilion+1920.jpg" /></p><div align="center"><strong>The Children's Pavilion </strong><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">To the right of the Administration Block was the Children's Pavilion. This would have been on the site of Stoddard House. The brochure describes the Children's Pavilion as a single storey building , divided into small wards containing 1, 2 or 4 beds each and separated from each other by partitions, the upper half of which is of glass. The wards open through French windows to a veranda on the south side. On the north aspect doors open upon a corridor which connects the various wards with administrative offices and kitchens. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336432085695163650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFGVSsxrlFZ9JY1uB2iNTZ5YBmAwR1PWpbopjNb_40QjzjGAoIzvCUW_AyAS3yta0QGr_ahx2Mu1a-7qZGgZJgH1rQvjVUI4q1-J2z7yLBWKFLnatGfSU5RtcGibVr7XiTR9GyR7gXgkf/s320/Faz+old+childrens+ward.jpg" /><strong>The Children's Pavilion </strong><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Opposite to the Nurses Home and the Children's Pavilion were the male and female pavilions with the larger nursing block in between. These three buildings are still in use today.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336447154137093522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimX8EHCIuSQ-6FhGgGqxBcXKkjyFCAW6nUD5OoelyZng0V45rK8UFVvNyTJX8ufR5-sCkTij5hqOH4r-4r9yWoFDeLPoVdH01_JopLgRIn68dahFT3hbQvk3_dG3FjUWzrwKa0nS2rDv-f/s320/Faz+Nov+07+022.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>A Female Ward</strong><br /><br /></p><div align="left">Patients would be admitted to the Nursing Pavilion when they were too ill to care for themselves with men and women cared for on different floors. The building houses the Windsor Clinic today.<br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336434199074822082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3SqrwxSD3cZaSPGwESPHwFBtSUIFDp_YRd2MuJiPhEWIbRu9nykxiQ552Q8MQ3ekWIU9fKcIu1yDPZNco20qAh9c8qoWjTPeuPiZuoCVdW2twNo6nBYypgbb67ce7dem22XoS8JFmq0y/s320/C018836.jpg" /> <strong>The Nursing Pavilion<br /></strong></p><p align="left"><br />Detail in the plasterwork on this building reflects the feelings of a people who had come through a terrible war. The scroll says "God has given this peace to us"<br /><br /></p><p></p><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336435291928629106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFLb-ZFCppdaqaxC-RKvADhu3PLdJMXeGcHt02SIwV8sOezhSGPmuOfu9JvAFwoBJQ2hYHWCnknoIddkOk2UfpAv2zyHhj0Fv9cEVoMLauqR-3wfZVCVnMz2eFSX1aHI4S6oa_K2QwGPm/s320/8+Nov+2006+192.jpg" /></p><p align="center"><em><strong>God has given this peace to us</strong></em></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></p><p align="left">The Male and Female Convalescent Pavilions were situated either side of the Nursing Pavilion and of a similar design. These were built to accommodate 80 males and 64 females. Balconies were placed at the ends with smaller verandas in front. Inside the larger wards accommodated 12 beds with ample washing facilities. The floors were Terrazzo. Red electric light bulbs over the doors and an alarm bell in the nurses' duty room indicated when she was needed.<br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336447157123117842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6kXfkrB81_xB5EBYhU8oXr76-a-klHHzAl6c8u3tAseLReoP-nfU9hfX9o5GGCJdPNIC5SXECvGsUqcMPaj9ibGbO8OLu4KXobcFZS6al4DBWHOAq8yT1L_enouw7uolzo1cCLPwAiYCw/s320/male+convalence+pav+1920.jpg" /></p><p align="center"><strong>The Male Convalescent Pavilion</strong> <strong>as it was</strong></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336449594650779682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD42I_V-64IIetPhnb1DflgYXm0HkpmZyQSvPphPFXqTtAjKe4JH4sbPNcq4QiPHiCyA_dcioNYUooJWtwGGLr8BB7VjXFUcdkVttq8a54X9TonWdX5-kU6wynoaCCkssXwtc6rWbUYpg5/s320/Faz+23+9+06.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><strong>As it is now</strong></p><p align="left">On 17th October 1940 at 10pm the Male Pavilion, known as West Block, was hit by a 750lbs demolition bomb which exploded on impact. There were two casualties, one fatal. A second time bomb also hit simultaneously but did not explode until 9.30 the following evening. Information about the incident is scarce, however, Arthur Johnson, a reporter on the Liverpool Daily Post and Echo kept a secret diary which his son published.The book "Merseyside's Secret Blitz Diary" recounts that this was the third time bombs were dropped in this area and that the patients including children were evacuated. He also says that soldiers were evacuated but one was killed.</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336450785596331346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoAbgy4vpSUJjJ2BBz3RQvdf85dPSyNBuZHsVQzo5Q53Tffz6O25jS7q8545SW7kgpcU-eZRZwR43jiIiwHEFOkkyPlxJV9niZGHxRjt5pETTcHeI45DIjKokeLnqunApiVitmDZf2GGWA/s320/Bombing+Faz+17+10+40.jpg" /></strong></p><p align="center"><strong>West Block Bombing</strong></p><p></p><p>Looking at the building today it is clear to see where it was rebuilt in 1956. </p><p>In 1948, U block which housed two thoracic surgery wards and a theatre was opened - this collection of buildings has only recently been demolished to build a multi-storey car park. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336490417443352978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsn4iMz7O1bZUdBip4L4gygywHkimjCIaeprntufFn9AeHjIu09wr-llEwrSh6sqoTWs4eNfOIid91j2fJbcsyGOEahEAc9b2QUG8CbQ8gTz1xPDHUG1v4N8v2dJjvRlkdLVyFtSckp5g_/s320/Poutry+Farm.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>The Poultry Farm<br /></strong><br /></p><p>The opening brochure states that "facilities for graduated exercise and employment are afforded in connection with various handicrafts established in wooden buildings and sheds situated within the hospitals grounds. Joinery and boot repairing for males, and sewing and knitting in the case of females, are carried out in the huts designed for these purposes. A poultry farm, constructed in the main by the patients themselves, is situated withing the estate boundary. Kitchen gardens provide the necessary exercise for a number of patients, both male and female"</p><br /><p>The 1946 Kelly's Directory lists Miss A. J. Murray as the Matron of Fazakerley Sanatorium and Oliver F Thomas as the Medical Superintendent. At the same time Miss Rose Baines was the Matron of both the City Hospital and the Annexe, while Albert Ernest Hodgson MD DPH was the Medical Superintendent. Walter Vernon Swinscoe, the hospital engineer lived in Brook Cottage situated on Higher Lane, while Fred and Andrew Glaysher, the bailiffs for Harbreck Farm, lived in the "The Hollies" and "Red Beech" on Lower Lane. Harbreck Farm was still a working farm at this time and continued to be so for many more years. In 1957 it was run by one farm bailiff and 10 employees who also maintained the hospital grounds. During this year the farm produced potatoes, vegetables, fruit, hay, straw and corn. There was also the profitable Aintree Piggeries connected to the farm which stayed open until 1961.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336484784797509938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0X7PxZHjWRx46RXlxJcsCF-Ueggppnvzt2x1W3JK09IIE_OIi0JneGNq53cl2oMQv2Ruqa5F1Msk_Nn4J727uu3Z2LBs__CLr92jbSQS0cClA_OT52H7Mo3Hy0OG1d4AVSeI8M7eZacG/s320/Faz+aerial+shot+6.jpg" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Aerial View 1960's</strong></p><p align="left">This amazing aerial picture taken around the time of site clearance to build the new Tower Block shows all the buildings mentioned - in the foreground the Annexe, Harbreck House with its heated walled garden to the left. In the middle of the picture a line of trees show the path of the brook with Fazakerley Sanatorium buildings above this. Above again shows the lay out of the City Hospital, then Lowerhouse Lane, the railway heading off towards Kirkby and then Aintree racecourse. The surgical block can be clearly seen to the right of the Sanatorium and then the area has been cleared.</p><p align="left">A document called an Estates Terrier has been recently found. Apparently it is a register of the various legal titles attaching to properties owned or used by a person or organisation. It lists the properties which had been bought up over the years by the Hospitals Committee. Some of the documents listed date back to 1830's. Buildings such as Birch Tree House, Brook Cottage, Pea Hey, Holm Lea and many more are named as are the previous owners such as Leyland, Naylor, Elsworth, and Newbould to name but a few. The size of the land involved is given, as are the dates of purchase.</p><p align="left">The names of the hospitals were eventually changed, City Hospital and the Annexe became Fazakerley Hospital. The Sanatorium became Aintree Hospital. The Tower Block was built in the 1960's. Today they are all part of the same hospital. The lay out changes constantly to keep up with the growing needs of the population. The old surgical block has recently been demolished to make way for the multi-story car park and the laboratories have disappeared under a new surgical block.</p><p align="left">The story goes on.....</p><p align="left">Read more about <a href="http://lostliverpool.blogspot.com/search/label/Myers">Harbreck House and the Myers Family</a> click on this link</p><p align="left">More about <a href="http://lostliverpool.blogspot.com/search/label/Walton%20Hall">Walton Hall and the Leyland Family</a> here</p><p align="left">More about <a href="http://lostliverpool.blogspot.com/search/label/St%20George%27s%20Church">St Georges Church</a> in Everton here</p><p align="left">My email address is <a href="mailto:lostliverpool@gmail.com">lostliverpool@gmail.com</a> </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-84075460900882932052007-06-30T15:39:00.009+01:002010-09-11T10:57:15.481+01:00St George's Church, Everton<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAvA98ovec8g0re7QKbs03Z9ABkWtn0qZ9zJRoXyl54z4E3ctL3FeoDy15gaCFPCSpnVRvxpEfBUDHz3HkR09tQnfUi0maif2MqpfeenEbPfZTqsu616HRwEKMYHc1dEXPSZbpTRB34YF/s1600-h/Temp+fldr24+06+07+107.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081972792034252914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPAvA98ovec8g0re7QKbs03Z9ABkWtn0qZ9zJRoXyl54z4E3ctL3FeoDy15gaCFPCSpnVRvxpEfBUDHz3HkR09tQnfUi0maif2MqpfeenEbPfZTqsu616HRwEKMYHc1dEXPSZbpTRB34YF/s320/Temp+fldr24+06+07+107.jpg" /></a><strong>St George's Church, Everton</strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">While searching for more information on the Myers family, (see previous post) I visited <a href="http://http//www.lan-opc.org.uk/Liverpool/Everton/stgeorge.html">St George's</a> churchyard in Everton. St Georges church, also known as the Iron Church, towers over the city of Liverpool as it stands at the highest point on the hill. It was built in 1814 by, and for, the wealthy merchants who lived in what must have been a beautiful village overlooking the city and the River Mersey.<br /><br />The view from the churchyard must have been a sight to behold, especially on a summers evening as the sunsets out over Liverpool bay colouring the sky various shades of red. </div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081971052572498018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2jjF9cf2Hji5mqxjGBpioUioIEjQK82t1dyxNCMxKucM1xVxfneC6Mxtzyv8qVSEx_CROHuJMJlDoknKSueECp3H9YEEHXPVm9V_G1M9BEmSudm66-qboJD5Z-ZV4d4fLzHq8u8hFkqhh/s320/NB+09+06+3.JPG" /><strong>Liverpool Bay</strong><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="left">This picture taken from <a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leasowe">Leasowe</a> shows how dramatic the bay can look in the evening sun.<strong> </strong></div><div align="left"><strong><br /></div></strong><div align="left">In those days, the river would have been teeming with sailing ships bringing back sugar, spices, cotton and all manner of goods that would add to the merchant's wealth. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082020539185682610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiZFTXF4KGb6TBuTO1icdUiDswFoyOOtod7GHcrs2HK8TzuJDeujJXAPTpRHwhpzVyPftfpe6MFvXAxXuPgdqSWueHy-mu64TIKlHoLu9Iiosetp0qpAq_N1Q0DQuJrYKGwqgjEx7FILF3/s320/River.jpg" /></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>An old postcard showing a view of the river and </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>New Brighton</strong></div><div align="left"><br />The view inspired James Atherton of Lodge-lane (later St George's hill), one of the major contributors to the building of the church, to create the town of New Brighton on a sandy corner of the Wirral Peninsula known as Rock Point. Atherton's New Brighton would become a fashionable retreat from the smogs of the city for the wealthy and eventually a thriving seaside resort in its heyday.<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082020775408883906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeXnvtg95nS1-5mMJOSuX7MXfeEOjkQ6KQ8U-rY8zXOZukLAPCRll08XOPU-vS9CWmff_hVH6VwgsZczRZdptOVdTQ216JuDsFRwKHETN-2M4KIwXim_jwodvLerxSTUNZ5db_AJiJg7lj/s320/NB+Landing+Stage.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><strong>Postcard showing New Brighton Ferry</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Even today, although it doesn't pull the kiss-me-quick crowds it did at the end of the 19th century and early 20th century, it still attracts quite a few visitors. Mention the name "<a href="http://http//news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/4790309.stm">New Brighton</a>" to any Liverpudlian and they will regale you with fond memories of going out for the day on the ferry, visiting the fair or dancing in the <a href="http://http//easyweb.easynet.co.uk/~dstewart/tower.htm">Tower</a> ballroom.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083792788720900370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhibkevF_9URhTbUs6PQpafDklPhCPrI3qUMYDpfZ952uZZCtrXy71w2fSUuCGjaJ10DYokRVnIA8lJ4kk7DrA9_VS0zR7vsW5rdPcCLUEuZaPRs4y00XJr7PxCpNynATExB3hUfyUr9jb0/s320/NB_Tower.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>Old postcard showing the Tower<br /></strong><br /></p><div align="left"><br />James Atherton died in 1855 long before the Tower was built (1896 - 1900). He chose to be buried back at St Georges church with his children James, Charles, and Henry who died before him. His wife, daughter Caroline and family plus others are also buried there. His funeral, like all other funerals at St Georges, would not have entered via the west gate. He made this a stipulation when he gave the land to the church as this gate was opposite to his mansion. James Atherton's gravestone is very big and doesn't show up clearly on this photograph.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082290134282852578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOehm8bWF13e9j3HtCEE9SIp3uy_w6YDuMhtXYwl2wK6RqJF7AT4DJKSWvaqkDOUAAf6PUFlmNzuH7wKf-UN_h8sjW96xae_QDHqyeERTH3m6yRhBmrOf5FXktnXVKZPljUNj_PolyfOoA/s320/Atherton+grave.JPG" /><strong>Atherton's gravestone </strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">There are a number of other interesting gravestones in the cemetery which hint at Liverpool's dark past. Buried here are some of the wealthy merchants who traded in slaves making fortunes and beginning dynasties who would go into "legitimate businesses" when the British slave trade was abolished in 1807. This was not necessarily the end of the slavery as it was carried on in various guises way into the middle of the 19th century. </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"><strong>Horsfall Gravestone</strong> </div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082017348024981650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitIItGwkVvcn5HLNAEaaO_BagY7eDi68XfHAEQ4W77sBHJy1GUn6u9zF6kTcDVjhJUqCQVpjkAuX7-KJ8lioHW7O_5uZPegPwWiMYjBDdbkumONidNf4YdxGKILAiywoxkqG6fpLwT2sPL/s320/Temp+fldr24+06+07+090.jpg" /><strong>Horsfall Family</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="left">One of the gravestones is that of Charles Horsfall of Netherfield-lane, Everton who died at the ripe old age of 70 in 1846. Charles Horsfall and his family led interesting lives - he was the Mayor of Liverpool 1832 - 33 and possibly involved in slavery. It was not unusual for such successful businessmen to become Mayor of Liverpool - others such as Foster Cunliffe, Thomas Golightly, Thomas Leyland and George Dunbar were slavers who made fortunes from the trade, to name just a few. Note that George Dunbar was mentioned in the previous post as an early business partner of Messrs. Ewart & Myers.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br />Charles Horsfall was married to Dorothy Hall who died in 1826 at the age of 43. Dorothy Hall was the daughter of another Dorothy Hall and Thomas Berry, a merchant who owned a slave. She was born in Jamaica in 1780 and christened in Kingston. Charles owned a plantation in Jamaica.<br /></div><br /><p><strong>Piggott Gravestone</strong></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082019383839479970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3p7iFI65rI9WfFFa7u-cTmZRW9cnIxuZIjE3OS-Hh8MdbtjuUSTLzpNborbidrWdDRakenR3afg3Z6Zgdl5MPyl52OWw2uLratyLejM9ghFejpYmesEoIGB0b7fWz6qE0aPWEUkTBgGa3/s320/Temp+fldr24+06+07+089.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>Gravestone of Mary Piggott of Barbadoes</strong><strong><br /></strong><br /><br /></p><div align="left">An intriguing grave is that of Mary Piggott of Barbadoes. She must have been important/wealthy enough to warrant a large stone, but there is no mention of any descendants as was common practice . I wonder what the mysterious inscription on the stone meant "Here the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest"?</div><br /><div align="left"><strong>Harman Gravestone</strong><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082285946689738962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3lnQQ-jKYedf1GNuTQ2j5iRRV3yetScMEUe8vubXy_KbZeE9HoNgAbQtG7BsICcjPCWYUgx1b80JfEoHJ7Dcsb8zeJeyktN1xpgMyeYkTx6067xxxF9UNJvm0Ev7bZphAyuCVLjYNM1y/s320/TL+Harman.JPG" /> <p align="center"><strong>Gravestone of Thomas L Harman of New Orleans<br /></strong><br /><br /></p><p>Thomas L. Harman - late of New Orleans - Thomas Harman was one of the first Aldermen to be elected for the 5th ward in New Orleans first elections following the <a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louisiana_Purchase">Louisiana Purchase</a> in 1803. The 5th ward contains some of the most historic parts of New Orleans such as the French Quarter and the Cabildo where he was sworn to office. </p><p><strong>Beaumont Gravestone<br /></strong><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083776665413671154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghWr9SvglQBNdjqNwCNEIycBg3hKNtM5NzJnz2cd-qoVv10dYvdZFAe1VA6iYg_qm03XUf93rApmmVxzI7pDf8vdTy_lOAF8SbU8z6cOUUATdJ9fWXcwWiU3FbZVkWg69JOAIdc2MhuwaO/s320/George+Beaumont.JPG" /> <p align="center"><strong>George Beaumont</strong> <strong>FRCS<br /></strong><br /></p><p align="left">George Beaumont was a Surgeon who worked in the Liverpool Dispensary. He died from Typhus caught during carrying out his professional duties. The <a href="http://http//www.old-liverpool.co.uk/Dispensaries.html">Liverpool Mercury</a> (1820) said he and another surgeon were "distinguished by zeal and industry in the cultivation of their talents, and by diligence and humanity in the discharge of their official duties" </p><br /><p align="left">The Dispensary for the treatment of the poor, which stood on the site of the old Littlewoods store in Church St (soon to be a new Primark), was supported by wealthy slave traders such as the Heywoods. Surprisingly, while making fortunes from the terrible trade in human life they also considered themselves to be philanthropists and supporters of the arts.</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"><br />Since writing the above post about <a href="http://http//lostliverpool.blogspot.com/2007/06/st-georges-church-everton.html">St Georges</a>, I was able to visit the church thanks to the kindness of Bob Harrington. It was a very rainy Sunday a week before the 12th of July and the Orange parade. As I stood outside the church with my husband waiting for the service to finish, we could hear the pipes and drums of the marching band drawing closer and closer. Large umbrellas sheltered them from the heavy rain as they were practised for the following week, no doubt hoping that the sun would shine when they did it for real.<br /><br />Bob and friends from the church invited us in and gave us a hot drink before showing us around the wonderful church.<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115280538169669618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigPyeqrcXIQCinss6_wqWvLBDgdnyChMIqMwzqlXrjO5fQshM_iwTq6PugUrQXDsFxBXmaxMLqsbG3pjkn5RBcLn1Y7suy-I2DDWMYiEsxFmpTHSlT1Qb-5k4nqc8WSDYOuyBrHtPK1DQ/s320/Temp+fldr8+7+07+035.jpg" /><strong>The East Window</strong><br /></p><p align="left"><br />The east window was dedicated on 4th April 1952. The original window was destroyed during WW2. The picture below shows the east window and some of the beautiful iron work which earned the church the nickname of the "Iron Church".<br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115292392279406626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtZZRCBag5sLT4P-H6ocTNJH6yhlVekdjG9oukisnD6IqG1rdyN5EdsQtBxCZLC38wy05FATWmL6pFHuE9HlwE_Dn2Zcto6xtEQUiSXK1RNYCkbOnGXGTrvHoq0NpECTdVl-uN35QEND_N/s320/St+Georges+inside2.JPG" /></p><p>The unusual design is the work of architect Thomas Rickman with the iron cast at the foundry of Thomas Cragg.<br /></p><p align="center"></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115293010754697266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lRv353akolv0w0Yh2Syx7VSCwpGJl0RlDpCkHN6ucYYfsUNgvBR796sURYw8QqlY9-alK8ZyTAaUaDm3z2aDIqIfqfOQcIMemMxnkokAe1pGuVoqKWCMqnPUDiJCBcO2W1iSUbBr6wB6/s320/St+Georges+inside3.JPG" /> </p><p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115294350784493634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHLOq1ZeDxSDJ5ZHy7AsutjrQIIDit_40hiMvQHMKPw5He0QWnrHjN-3XFUfMCWP0juJR9vBNIf6d_j3fR8alIfiddlz857n5k22cyZ9_CKgl_YDUBp9k-iVzNKqpGzF36KIdEC9gbrvz/s320/St+Georges+inside+1.JPG" /><br />You can read more about this design and others at <u><span style="color:#0000ff;"><a href="http://www.lookingatbuildings.org/">http://www.lookingatbuildings.org/</a></span></u> This is an excellent site by the Pevsner Architectural Guides and the Buildings Books Trust supported by the Heritage Lottery Fund.<br /></p>After leaving the church the rain held off for a few minutes before the next downpour. I remembered the grave of the curiously named "Netlam Tory" and his wife Eliza and managed to get a photograph intending to do some research. The gravestone was partially covered with soil washed across it by the heavy rain but still readable.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115303086747973714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWJiZ3XaBeH3VTO8CocLjf6CF9waAF0ztqxlst-0RXc_JZoqHts4lv8-HsvHsM5mCHnpW9jDtqYr0yyVY1otjqc1hsoo1DdmDBiY0X4x0Hr_n5nUTgGuhLpMb4BjbbrVLaKGuiBt6JLTw/s320/Netlam+and+Eliza+Tory.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>The gravestone of Netlam and Eliza Tory<br /></strong><br /></p><p align="left">The inscription states "In memory of Netlam Tory Esq, for many years a resident in the island of Jamaica died 16th February 1855 aged 71 years...............................................Eliza Tory who died 27th January 1885 in her ninety second year. "This woman was full of good works and alms which she did...... She hath done what she could do" </p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">Netlam Tory married Eliza Maskew in 1838 in Liverpool. The 1841 census for Everton shows that they lived in Netherfield Road, which was previously called Lower-lane. Their neighbours were merchants and brokers and like most of the inhabitants in the road, they were wealthy enough to employ servants. The census decribes Netlam as a 55 year old man of Independent means. His wife Eliza is 45 years old, neither of them were born in the county. They have three servants at this time. Eliza next turns up on the 1861 as a well-provided-for widow living in Richmond Park with servants to look after her. The 1861 census tells us that she was born in Kendall in Westmoreland. There doesn't appear to be any reference to them in the 1851 census and Netlam died in 1855. The inscription on the gravestone indicates that Netlam lived in Jamaica for some time but this may have been before his marriage, although he may have still had interests there during his marriage.</p><br /><br /><p>There are three references to Netlam Tory on the internet. Firstly, the <a href="http://http//www.collectbritain.co.uk/personalisation/object.cfm?UID=022ZZZ01486GG11U00004000">British Library</a> have a painting of Kingston Harbour, Jamaica, published in 1825, showing a store owned by a certain Netlam Tory. </p><p>Secondly, on July 17th 1829 a Netlam Tory joined the Jamaican Agricultural Society as reported in <a href="http://http//books.google.com/books?id=FlsCAAAAYAAJ&pg=PA330&lpg=PA330&dq=netlam+tory&source=web&ots=iW_xVL6ftK&sig=K809E5wEXvgksLOMqproQL0w7Vg#PPA330,M1">The Gardener's Magazine</a></p><p>Lastly, the 1840 <a href="http://http//www.jamaicanfamilysearch.com/Samples/AL40Catherin.htm">Jamaica Almanac</a> lists Netlam Tory as a proprietor owning 40 acres called Logwood Tavern. </p><p>If these are all the same person, then he must have lived in Jamaica before his marriage and spent some time there later. It's impossible to know if Eliza went with him. </p><p>Eliza continued to live in Liverpool at 3 Richmond Park with servants until her death. There is no record of any children living with her. The inscription on her grave indicates that she was a good person who helped others during her lifetime but little else can be found out about her at the moment.</p><p>This blog has described the stories behind only a few of the fascinating graves at this church yard. For me, they are a window into Liverpool's entrepreneurial past as a city built on trade with other countries. They record stories of people who aren't that much different from today - moving to a growing city to make their fortunes. The ancient method of recording information about someone in stone together with modern technology of the internet has brought these people to life again. After all, isn't this what they wanted when they had their names carved into marble or granite, to be remembered by future generations?</p><p>The following picture brings this post to a close. During our visit, Bob Harrington gave us this beautiful picture of St George's at night<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115289287018051602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl0Dl_J5qkIB50hLeHBxIDpTEBwjIXMuNbQ4R4f0ojxCsLJ3koLb-NPps77wfBNJPtJlfVbVrZSguBqqIX5yuUQDfteSkRQvmBRkf66sSWRTJ55gXt58qwKBhgaPWtgLZAHzulevv3ZHN1/s320/St+Georges+Xmas+card.jpg" /><strong>St George's at night</strong><br /></div><br /><p align="left">My email is <a href="mailto:lostliverpool@gmail.com">lostliverpool@gmail.com</a> </p>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-27036935236756863932007-06-23T21:35:00.030+01:002014-01-12T16:20:53.699+00:00Harbreck House and the Myers Family - Liverpool Merchants<div align="center">
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<span style="color: #666666;">Harbreck House stood in grounds off Higher Lane, Fazakerley. The house was situated in Bluebell Woods, just north of Fazakerley Brook. Harbreck Estate was bought by Liverpool Council in 1898 and this was the beginning of the development which has resulted in University Hospital Aintree, a large general hospital that provides health care to a population of 330,000.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">The house itself was used as an administration block and staff quarters for the Annexe section - a supposedly temporary set up which lasted until the 1950's. The development of the hospital is an long and interesting story which will be described in a later post. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">The house however, has a history of its own. Sadly, it has disappeared for good but a walk in what is left of the intriguing Bluebell Woods will reveal paths and evidence of a demolished building which is now overgrown with ivy. A close look at the trees shows that some of them were deliberately planted such as the giant monkey puzzle tree in the middle of the wood, indicating planned gardens.<br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">It is unclear at this stage who built the house and who sold it to the council but between the years 1851 - 1855 and possibly longer, it was the home of a rich and influential cotton merchant and his family.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Gores Directory for 1853, records that Jaques Myers lived in Harbreck House and also had a business "Myers and Co" at 2 Exchange Alley. Jaques was a cotton and colonial produce broker. In 1845, he is recorded in Gores as a broker at Ewart & Co. This appears to be a shortened version of the company name, which was Ewart, Myers & Co. Papers in the </span><a href="http://www.rothschildarchive.org/ta/"><span style="color: #666666;">Rothchild Archive</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"> state that this was a Liverpool based bank, which handled imports and sales of cotton. They had dealings with the West Indies and South America according to price lists included in this archive. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Ewart and Myers were not only partners in the firm but were connected by marriage. William Myers, Jaques' father was married to Ann Jaques. Her sister Margaret was married to the William Myers partner William Ewart. It is not surprising the Jaques was given his mothers surname as his christian name as this was a common practice at the time. Useful clues for genealogists to make connections. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Jaques had taken over a thriving business from his father and uncle. It was well established by 1820 as can be seen by a letter from Richardson & Bolton of Liverpool to B (Benjamin) </span><a href="http://http//www.leeds.ac.uk/library/spcoll/handlists/004ms193_gott.pdf"><span style="color: #666666;">Gott</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"> & Sons dated 25th April 1820. The letter accompanies instructions over the payment of $16,800 to Gott & Sons on bills of exchange in Philadelphia. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">James Stonehouse in his book "The Streets of Liverpool" published in 1869 and recently republished by Liverpool Libraries and Information Service mentions the Ewarts on a number of occasions, particularly when he describes Sir George Dunbar a leading colonial broker and mayor of Liverpool (1796-97) residing in Rodney St. Stonehouse says that Dunbar had an "immense business" and “brought up” Messrs. Rutson and Ewart in his business. When Rutson and Ewart asked to join the partnership he declined so they started on their own account drawing away nearly all of their late employers business. The firm of Ewart, Myers & Co sprang from this with all the principles acquiring large fortunes. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">The Gott Papers also contain a letter from William Myers to William Ewart the younger dated 16th September 1830 which describes the death of William Huskisson in the first railway accident. This William Myers was Jaques father. The Ewarts, Myers and Gotts appear to have complex, close business and family connections and strong friendships. Liverpools </span><a href="http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/walker/collections/oratory/william_ewart.asp"><span style="color: #666666;">Walker Art Gallery</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"> contains a sculpture of </span><a href="http://http//www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/TUewart.htm"><span style="color: #666666;">William Ewart</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"> by </span><a href="http://myweb.tiscali.co.uk/speel/sculpt/gott.htm"><span style="color: #666666;">Joseph Gott</span></a>. It is kept in <a href="http://www.blogger.com/http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/walker/collections/oratory/oratory_cemetery.asp">The Oratory</a> near Liverpool's Anglican Cathedral</div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Interestingly, another letter in the Gott collection dated 1821 is from </span><a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sir_John_Gladstone"><span style="color: #666666;">(Sir) John Gladstone</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"> to William Ewart the elder, William Myers partner. Sir John Gladstone must have been fond of his partner and friend as he asked him to be Godfather to one of his sons </span><a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Ewart_Gladstone"><span style="color: #666666;">William Ewart Gladstone</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"> who went on to become Prime Minister. Roger Pincham writes that Sir John Gladstone was a successful merchant trading in corn with the United States, cotton with Brazil and owning extensive plantations in the West Indies which were operated by slaves although he was not actually a slave trader himself. Gladstones maiden speech as Prime Minister defended his father's use of slaves on their West Indies Plantation.<br /><br />There is no evidence that Ewart, Rutson & Co were involved in the slave trade themselves, however, it is highly unlikely that any business which grew in Liverpool around the turn of the century didn’t have some indirect link. Liverpools last slave ship, the </span><a href="http://www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/maritime/slavery/liverpool.asp"><span style="color: #666666;">Kitty’s Amelia</span></a><span style="color: #666666;">, was carrying 72 hhds of sugar for Ewart, Rutson and Co in 1805, while still involved in the slave trade.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Stonehouse's “Streets of Liverpool" puts Rutson, Ewart and Myers in the Everton area; Mr Rutson in St Annes Street, Mr Ewart in a large mansion at the corner of Netherfield Rd and Georges Hill and Mr Myers in a handsome mansion in grounds which had its entrance at the corner of Mere Lane opposite the church. Fullerton’s Plan of Liverpool and Birkenhead (1862) clearly shows the extent of the property. It stretches in a triangular shape from Mere Lane to Beacon Lane. The back of the property would have been where Breckfield Road would have continued to Beacon Lane. The entrance to the grounds would have been where the Mere Bank Public House is today. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Stonehouse described the property as having “a beautiful row of trees down Mere-lane” which were “the admiration and delight of all residents in the neighbourhood. Into the grounds extended a canal, crossed by two ornamented bridges, from the pool in Breckfield-road North which at one time was called hangfield-lane” Everton was <em>the</em> place to live for rich merchants, who were known as “Everton Nobles"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Before the plot of land was bought by William Myers it was part of the St Domingo estate belonging to Mr George Campbell, Sugar Refiner, West India Merchant, Privateer and Mayor of Liverpool (1763-64). It was sold to another Mayor of Liverpool, John Crosbie and then a Mr Sparling and subsequently, his son William, who was aquitted of the murder of Mr Edward Grayson in Liverpool's penultimate duel. J.G. Geller bought and laid out the mansion and grounds before it was bought by William Myers. William was the son of wealthy John Myers of Crosby. Their line goes further back with influential ancestors in Preston and elsewhere. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">A famous neighbour of William Myers and his son Jaques was James Atherton, founder of New Brighton, Wirral. The graves of James Atherton and other famous merchants and mayors of Liverpool can still be seen in </span><a href="http://www.neighbourhoodservices.com/stgeorgeschurch/churchviews.htm"><span style="color: #666666;">St Georges </span></a><span style="color: #666666;">Churchyard opposite to the site of Mere House. More about them in a later post. William and his wife Ann are buried here also but their gravestone has long gone.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Back to the story of Jaques, he was the 3rd of 4 brothers including John, William and Henry. They had 4 sisters, Fanny, Mary Ann, Emily and Frances. John will be discussed later, William died young, Emily went onto marry stockbroker Robert Elcum Horsfall, from an influential Liverpool family. Jaques however, married Helen Esther Tobin in 1844. Helen Esther Tobin was the daughter of Thomas Tobin, a wealthy Liverpool Merchant and slave trader. Jaques and Helen had moved into a town house at 33 Canning St by 1845.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Two of their four children were born here, Anna in 1845 and Edith in 1846. They were both christened in St Peters Church. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">The family moved to 15 Bedford St South in 1847. Bedford St South led onto Abercromby Square. Many of the houses and the beautiful park in the middle of the Square still exist as part of Liverpool University but sadly there is no sign of number 15. Jaques and family continued to live here for a further four years. The family grew with the birth of Florence in 1847 and Frederick Jaques in 1849. There is a mention of a further son John on the 1861 census but no further records of him have yet been found.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">They moved to Harbreck House sometime between 1849 and 1851. Jaques was successful, he became President of the Cotton Brokers Association in 1852. This was a powerful body, who in 1863, formulated rules for the </span><a href="http://http//www.liverpoolmuseums.org.uk/maritime/exhibitions/cotton/tradingrules.asp"><span style="color: #666666;">buying and selling of cotton</span></a><span style="color: #666666;">. 60% of the worlds cotton today is still traded under "Liverpool Rules" The association still exists under the name of the </span><a href="http://http//www.ica-ltd.org/ICA/webhome.nsf/pages/Home?OpenDocument"><span style="color: #666666;">International Cotton Association</span></a><span style="color: #666666;">.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">According to census records, Jaques and family were still living in Harbreck House in 1851. Ten years later, the 1861 census shows them in Tormoham, Torquay. It is not known if they lived here or were staying temporarily but they had moved out of Harbreck. Meanwhile, Jaques' older brother John was had become head of the family, living at the family seat Crosby House, north of Liverpool, with his wife Sarah Birkett and stepchildren Martha, James, John Lord, William and Thomas Henry until his death in 1865. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">John had been part of the family business but retired in 1848, the year he married Sarah. He remained a Director of the Royal Bank of Liverpool. This bank collapsed twice in 1847 and again in 1867. He may have been involved in the first collapse although it doesn't appear to have affected him personally. He died 2 years before the second collapse. Interestingly, one of the casualties of the 2nd collapse was the </span><a href="http://www.titanic-whitestarships.com/"><span style="color: #666666;">White Star Line</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"> which was then bought by Thomas Ismay for £1000 and went onto become one of Liverpool's most famous and successful companies.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">John died in 1865, he had rented a house in Leamington Spa to join the hunt but had a fatal accident.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His body was brought home and buried in the grounds of St Lukes church. He is<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>commemorated in one of the stained glass windows depicting The Good Samaritan. John and Sarah are buried in the graveyard of St Luke's church, their names are hard to distinguish unless as in the photograph below, the light catches the stone at a certain angle. It was only that the names of Sarah's son (John's stepson) was clear that I was able to find the grave.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-style: normal;">Jaques appears to have inherited the family fortune when John died. Crosby House is recorded as his "seat" in "UK County Families", however it remains unclear whether if he ever actually lived there. He died in 1868 and the house was then inherited by his son Frederick. The family must have allowed Sarah to continue living there until she died in 1871.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">In the following years the house was inhabited by a shipowner named John Hay and his family, and an East India Merchant named Joseph Paterson in 1881 and 1891 respectively. It may have been rented to them but by 1901, it was definitely no longer belonging to the Myers family and had become part of Nazareth House. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Frederick is reported as staying there around the time of the building of St Faiths church. The church was built 1898 - 1900 by Frederick's cousin Howard Douglas Horsfall on land donated by Frederick.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">By the 1870's, the family had settled in the south. Frederick was now head of the family at Linford Hall, Little Linford. He married Florence Wrey Coker, the 3rd daughter of Major Coker of Bicester House Oxfordshire. Florence's early life was touched by tragedy, at the age of 5 her father died in a drowning accident as he and a servant tried to clear a pond at Prideaux in Cornwall. It must have been a difficult time for Florence's mother Caroline who had lost her 3 year old daughter in the previous month and her 1 year old son 10 days after the death of her husband. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Frederick became a JP for Northamptonshire and settled at his main residence, Charlton Lodge near Banbury. Frederick and Florence appear to have a number of addresses; They are living or staying at Bicester in 1881 while Helen, Frederick's mother was staying at the Royal Hotel in Torquay with her ladiesmaid. Frederick's sisters Emily and Florence married wealthy landowners, it is not certain what happened to eldest sister Anna and younger brother John.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Jaques' widow, Helen, continued to live in Torquay area, her last address being "The Firs" in Tormoham in 1881 where she lived with the help of 10 servants. She died in 1891. The Firs is a beautiful house which coincidentally overlooks Harbreck Rock in the Torbay. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">On the night of the 1891 census, Frederick, Florence and their 3 daughters Helen Florence, Lily Agnes and Edith Wrey were staying at 16 Brunwick Square in Hove. On the 1901 census he was staying at a London address: 25 Charles St in Mayfair. It is difficult to know if these properties belonged to him, however he still lived at Charlton Lodge at the time of the 1911 census. He died within a few months of the census from heart failure following surgery. Florence continued to live at Charlton Lodge until her death 13 years later. Their first daughter Helen had died at the age of 21 in 1895. Frederick and Florence erected two beautiful stained glass windows in the church of St James in Newbottle in her memory. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Two other daughters were Lily Agnes, born 1875, and Edith Wrey, born 1881. Edith married William Whitmore Otter-Barry and had at least two children Francis and Helen. Lily Agnes married Alfred Harvey in 1912.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">The history of the family came to light while reseaching into the history of Harbreck House, part of the original Fazakerley Hospital. I hope, in time, to be able to add more information which it has not been possible to publish so far. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">If you would like to read more about the history of the hospital click on </span><a href="http://lostliverpool.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Fazakerley%20Hospital"><span style="color: #666666;">this link</span></a><span style="color: #666666;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">If you have any information which would help in the research into the Myers family or the history of Fazakerley Hospital or you would like further information to help in your own research please email me at </span><a href="mailto:lostliverpool@gmail.com"><span style="color: #666666;">lostliverpool@gmail.com</span></a></div>
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Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-44399780913687436352007-06-23T17:41:00.005+01:002011-06-18T23:21:28.298+01:00Hidden Fazakerley<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6hygbQFyprvlTmkH6skqwI0zoFHg8_B-YtUJy3rojH20DeLvUhduOc6lfGO3yZ1hiBgickZWgzvOqeCghsOSIZUO6CrDUg9MTyF_H_go6DhH1h-_y1RVHUZJeBw5PZR6VNeDw6XEZM1a/s1600-h/Higher+Lane+45.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079342626067919570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6hygbQFyprvlTmkH6skqwI0zoFHg8_B-YtUJy3rojH20DeLvUhduOc6lfGO3yZ1hiBgickZWgzvOqeCghsOSIZUO6CrDUg9MTyF_H_go6DhH1h-_y1RVHUZJeBw5PZR6VNeDw6XEZM1a/s400/Higher+Lane+45.JPG" /></a><strong>Higher Lane, Fazakerley</strong> </div><br /><div align="center">.<br /></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">There is more to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fazakerley">Fazakerley</a> than meets the eye. Fazakerley maybe a couple of miles inland but its history and geography is intertwined with the river <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/River_Mersey">Mersey</a> and all the good and bad tides that it brought to the city.<br /><br />Hidden under the council houses, high security prison and ever growing hospital are tales of men who made fortunes from slavery, sugar, cotton, and guano. Then there were others who looked to the greater good and used their knowledge and influence to help fight diseases which were prevalent in a city where people came from all over the world in the hope of finding a better life and mostly finding poverty, deprivation and disease.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center">.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079344807911305954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkhYrjEdLX2JluMqtK3G7inAj__GMySXg5YOTjBpJrOAp2UZffK44GX_iIonNzkd8uVoQxUL9UskKFjME_RImFcu3onbUcsWPlHLKZ-c7WdYKpMecs_uMeP28ysCd_hKKwSzBt735VAE9/s400/Faz+23+9+06+17.JPG" /><strong>University Hospital Aintree from Fazakerley Brook</strong></p><br /><p align="center">.</p><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">One of the highest points in Fazakerley is <a href="http://http//www.aintreehospitals.nhs.uk/index.aspx">University Hospital Aintree</a>. A functional rather than attractive building, it can be seen for miles and offers amazing views over the surrounding countryside. Looking out of the hospital tower block, you can see how close we are to the river. The wind turbines and the cranes at the docks in Seaforth are hardly ever still, reminding us of how busy this port has been and continues to be despite the changes in technology. Beyond them lies the <a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wirral_Peninsula">Wirral </a>coast rising upto the magnificent Ss Peter and Paul's church dome at the highest point in <a href="http://www.merseyside.net/newbrighton/">New Brighton</a>. This must still be a comforting site to sailors returning home. Look further up the coastline and you can see the pine trees at Formby outlining the beautiful <a href="http://http//www.seftoncoast.org.uk/">Sefton </a>coast. Look further north and your eyes are drawn up the slopes of the Lancashire plains over the solitary smoking chimney in Kirkby, the lonely <a href="http://http//www.geograph.org.uk/photo/150505">Clieves Hill</a> in Ormskirk, then more dramatic rise of <a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parbold">Parbold</a> and <a href="http://http//www.bolton.org.uk/pike.html">Rivington Pike</a>. On a clear day you can see the transmitter on <a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_Hill_(Lancashire)">Winter Hill</a>. Best time to look is in the winter when the hilltops are snow covered and the air is crisp and clear. Turn again and the land rises to <a href="http://http//www.liverpool.ndo.co.uk/gatsoc/">Gateacre Brow</a> in the distance. The flat plain of <a href="http://www.sw-norrisgreen.co.uk/">Norris Green</a>, <a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liverpool">Walton</a> and <a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Everton%2C_Liverpool">Everton </a>is deceptively green, despite being heavily populated. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center">.</div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079340667562832578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqiGZ6N8LDHm1FXPTtpSdKC5q5pHu8BztqvYS7lMllbLmXz8fKJI5A9U254q1QfgQGaNF9IWIimyGXUfJAMaWe7rLLThzN23oBvhgoGmUdyBMPoNgxm-GVl90sG3m5Wvmkb_RzIsp-k4l/s400/Bluebell+Woods+23.JPG" /> <br /><p align="center"><strong>Fazakerley Brook<br /></strong>.<br /></p><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://http//www.british-history.ac.uk/report.asp?compid=41284&strquery=fazakerley">Farrer & Brownbill</a> wrote in 1907 that the area was flat, treeless and devoid of beauty. They didn’t have the vantage point of the hospital or they would have seen that it is not only surrounded by beauty but there are hidden gems such as the beautiful Bluebell Woods and Fazakerley Brook. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center">. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079339443497153202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinmztneacTsNREk56YTzRd48D8b8nyg8qrr36yZ9ACCa6TzIsa_DStD30Mx-I7K2TGHiabh3VMb_GmNhpZf_SsmDYTEGXQ3q1QoPlpDkfX1rqShV7T-kbFqC3YYhlxv5Bdxzm-abCBOa83/s400/Bluebell+Woods+9.JPG" /><strong> Bluebell Woods </strong></div><br /><div align="center">.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Since beginning this blog the area has changed significantly; Sugar Brook has been realigned as part of the new <a href="http://http//www.bigdig.liverpool.gov.uk/projects/current/Stonebridge_Business_Park.asp">Stonebridge Business Park </a>, and Stonebridge Lane has changed beyond recognition. The hospital has grown and old wards demolished. Coronation Court has been and gone. Recording the history now is important before the memories are lost forever.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">email <a href="mailto:lostliverpool@gmail.com">lostliverpool@gmail.com</a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" align="center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-927689079147323172007-06-21T21:37:00.007+01:002010-09-11T10:58:42.847+01:00Peter Roughley DCM<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRnFsG_FBYpDKNuHUVMvP8DDFeRONhApXsoNSmSduOrqaH3mMkq5_nn7ZJ7td_rV0gcS3Lrx0nTUjiAfIsmInN5S_XsPj1bADpgKxNKTPLG3zJjmIBbYEUGX1L3qhttOBi280uneQ94NW/s1600-h/Peter+Roughley+front+card.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078620727964807698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRnFsG_FBYpDKNuHUVMvP8DDFeRONhApXsoNSmSduOrqaH3mMkq5_nn7ZJ7td_rV0gcS3Lrx0nTUjiAfIsmInN5S_XsPj1bADpgKxNKTPLG3zJjmIBbYEUGX1L3qhttOBi280uneQ94NW/s400/Peter+Roughley+front+card.jpg" /></a><strong>Front of Peter Roughley's Memorial Card</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">As a child I loved looking at the old photographs and trinkets my Mother kept in her dressing table drawer. It was a beautiful old dressing table made of polished mahogany with the largest mirror I had ever seen. The whole room was filled with amazing things– fur coats that I couldn’t wait to grow into, handbags containing letters in from a soldier who looked like a movie star. An old cardboard box containing a crucifix and candlestick holders with half used candles still in them, remnants of some catholic blessing that must have taken place here. The curiosities were endless and kept me amused for hours. Of all these items, the one that fascinated me most of all, was a small black-edged card the size of a playing card. On one side of the card was a drawing of a wounded soldier looking at Jesus. It appeared to be very old fashioned and the white areas were yellowed with age. On the back was a short poem and some words that used to make me feel sad. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078621814591533602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZmy2DNx5pc6EsGioaOOjFKKSl8Nj3RA9sYWGE4EFY09e-l9iI4U_KZfkI0_cg7wkLNtd70AHOTUJBwni1u1mT8Q7pnN3GUuXWXywm72vvRgXNDOzoHks675D5k0OuzWX8cXsMv8SaVaR/s400/Peter+Roughley+back+card.jpg" /><strong>Reverse of Peter Roughley's Memorial Card</strong> </div><br /><br /><div align="left"><br />My Mother told me that it was given to her Mother following a mass for Peter Roughley who was married to her Aunt Sally but was killed in World War One. Years went by and these items just became part of my childhood memories but I never forgot the story of Peter and Aunt Sally and often wondered what had happened to him.<br /></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078622497491333682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisXXT46rbljM91WCEzfi9HmdCnPhjwOwnm-ci7K1TX6O5UMgLoNP3xgX_FiUIIx3L8Ws1GqGLBcwqYmzilUsvBt8zA-WqpHxa1iGIJiWoOwYr1uNY7UFJ_thcQMLHN06Yy9e7AMZ2b8a-U/s400/Peter+Roughley+DCM.jpg" /><strong>Peter Roughley DCM</strong> </div><div align="left"><br /><br />By the late 1990’s my Mother lived alone for the first time in her life. We would talk for hours about family history. I think it made her feel closer to the people who had gone. She loved to colour the facts with stories of who these people were and what had happened to them in their lives, which was usually a sad tale. If it hadn’t been for her excellent memory a whole chunk of our family history would be lost. She recalled broken love affairs and a suicide following unrequited love. She described nights when all their relatives came to stay to get away from the blitz in Liverpool not knowing if they would have a home by the next day. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">When she died in 2003 and we were left to empty a house full of memories while our hearts were heavy with loss. How do you throw away a birthday card sent to your Grandmother from The Front; your first drawing you brought home from school 40 years ago or a lock of hair from someone you have never met but was obviously well loved. I left the place where I was born and spent the happiest of childhoods with boxes of stuff I still can't throw away. I wonder what the new people thought when they saw the childish scribbles on the plaster under the wallpaper. I hope that their children feel the sense of love and security we had and that the house is as warm and comforting as it was for us no matter how old we were.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Looking through the boxes brought back all those childhood memories, I could almost smell Mum’s stew cooking! There amongst the memories was the black-edged card that fascinated me so much as a child. “Peter Roughley” the name conjured up memories of my Great Aunt Sally. I had met her only once or twice when taken to her flat in the Scotland Road area of Liverpool, where she lived alone. She was quite elderly by that time. I remember feeling very sorry for her that she didn’t have any children. I was only about six at the time but I couldn’t imagine a person having a life where there weren’t children running around playing. I wondered how different her life may have been if Peter hadn’t been killed. He was so handsome – I had found a couple of faded photographs taken in his <a href="http://www.army.mod.uk/kings/index.htm">Kings Regiment </a>uniform. He looked too young to be married, never mind sent off to war. I didn’t have any pictures of Sally but decided that her and my Mother were so alike in their old age that they must have looked similar when young – small, dark hair and blue eyes. I imagined her, beautiful, young and alone waiting for news of her new husband together with thousands of other wives, girlfriends and mothers. One day she would receive the news that he had been killed in action. He wasn’t coming back to her ever again. She would never see that handsome face again, never put her arms around him again nor or feel his around her comforting her in difficult times. She would not have lots of babies like her other sisters. She must have felt that her life was over.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I wanted to know more about them. Finding out more became an obsession; I just couldn’t let it go. I later wondered if his spirit was restless and would only found peace when his story became known – it would be a tale which would make me realise that these men who died far in a “foreign field” were not just names on war memorials but real men who are connected to us. I had looked Peter’s name up on the<a href="http://www.cwgc.org/"> Commonwealth War Graves </a>website to see if there was any more information about how or where he died. The site referred to him as “Peter Roughley DCM” The <a href="http://www.firstworldwar.com/atoz/dcm.htm">Distinguished Conduct Medal </a>– second only to the Victoria Cross was awarded for bravery. It also said that he was buried in <a href="http://www.webmatters.net/cwgc/hooge_crater.htm">Hooge Crater Cemetery</a>, <a href="http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~dccfarr/">Ieper</a>, West-Vlaanderen, Belgium. I remembered one of my Mother's stories about Peter getting a medal. Aunt Sally was supposed to go to London to pick up a medal but she didn’t know if she actually went, as they were so poor that she doubted that she could have got the train fare together. I looked through the bag of medals she kept in the house – there was quite a few, mostly from the WW2 except for an odd one or two, which turned out to be my Grandfathers WW1 medals, but it wasn’t there. Looking back, it would have been amazing if it had, as these medals are quite rare collectors items. A bit more research turned up the citation in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London_Gazette">London Gazette</a> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078624696514589314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIMVTVKmGJXDplqpRfiCK3xPE9ymCxPPq7mbY4rCPVPO9wVfts2rLn81POZa2fF1zvpe9wwU0NYhSofjj1MRfeSVl4feOc6sAyTvKQ8fY_buEi6wjmPJCEJnR-frpY-OFL8h5eKtc2nFC8/s400/Peter+Roughley+citation.jpg" /><br />I felt a lump in my throat as I read the citation, here was this young man who risked his life for his friends, died and our family hardly remembered him. I felt sad that he had been buried in Belgium and it was highly unlikely that anyone from our family had ever laid flowers on his grave. I felt I had to rectify this so on a cold but clear weekend in March we travelled to Ypres and visited the cemetery at Hooge Crater. </p><br /><p></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078622896923292226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCxB95fad1YwvRXGQN1_pxguzw_a4_3GqKyN3LNK2rJxTkZTH8CfYnUmicERp-jwQFJBhum-G8xSVy_t4cXEMQqay8RZ4QLJBLjjHK8QU5UDGKDsWBL-5xWGvfIQWtK0IJebtROM5U0qD1/s400/Hooge+Crater.jpg" /><strong>Hooge Crater Cemetery, Belgium</strong> </p><br /><p>It would be impossible to go to this area and not feel great sadness. It is so peaceful and beautiful now but each blade of grass is tinged with the blood of our ancestors. The sun cast long shadows on the frosty ground. Row upon row of white stones interspersed with varying small bushes to try to break up the regimentation. You could see how well cared for the cemeteries were – but they were impersonal and so lonely – no little teddies placed on the ground by a loving son or daughter, no reminiscences of a Dad’s favourite football team. These graves have not had tears shed over them by a grief stricken family. </p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078623279175381586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhresxQANHwfrSBcEA40ORpts_QMlqeflEbvTLIQktBw27MDaj7gYfqbY6wR_MuHffc5MMFWX_wS-ldnOLiOBP_4DLK4Aw7_1Fy4kc_3J-Ir4lcJop6CmClL-3UkpieFUqdun-5Ha48WqI7/s400/Peter+Roughleys+grave.jpg" /><strong>Peter Roughley's final resting place</strong><br /></p><p align="left"><br />We found Peter’s grave on Sunday morning. The sky was clear and blue and we could see for miles. A church bell rang appropriately in the distance as we laid flowers on his grave – deep purple coloured tulips. We shivered with sadness not only for him and Sally but for the others who also gave their lives for King and Country – the graves went on forever. As I laid the flowers I thanked him for the freedom we have and we take for granted. I cherished my husband and my life that bit more from that moment. We came back to England and got on with our lives. I no longer felt the same need to keep trying to find out what happened. Maybe his spirit was able to rest now, maybe he did not want his sacrifice to be forgotten. I hoped that there was an afterlife where they were both together. </p><br /><p align="left"></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078623614182830690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHulz6zq5D95hYHfsnWj_3tXasbT9FLYSxqb9rw-nb8Z62lNKM0Z3Qv7K0yDT6IAtUGHYJQsRpkghDYUmpXfD_fQWDLyXlQFs6i3jzw7p77qDH1UIj8jXMUod_p8SNfCwOdUtl9gnxEpnL/s400/Peter+Roughley+Medal.jpg" /><strong>Peter Roughley's DCM front</strong><br /><br /></p><p>A number of years later I received an email from a collector who had just bought Peter’s medal. He kindly sent photographs of it and agreed that next time he was in the area – he would bring it along for us to see, but the medal itself is no longer important, after all its just a piece of metal. What was important was that Peter’s story not been forgotten. He, together with so many of his generation, had made a lasting impression in time. </p><br /><p></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078623919125508722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE6p3D-HXF4ADKhHoiTwixeuNJNzFYQ70VFyGQZr3TPYe5_wToK_7153Vq1FJrXxXU6uFFooEOR-J3cDBTr0fuYOv_g_weZGRfup9D77SZ-b7vslyCLA26RsIJ2cFjpIKXXH6-oDx4o0WM/s400/Peter+Roughley+medal+2.jpg" /> <p align="center"><strong>Peter Roughley's DCM reverse</strong><br /></p><p></p><p>Rest in Peace Peter and Sally.<br />Barbara 14/8/06 </p><br /><br />Since publishing the story of Peter Roughley last year, a number of people have contacted me with comments, some have expressed how interesting the story is, others have shed a tear as it touched their hearts. Another person, Anthony, contacted me with newspaper clippings from the Liverpool Express telling initially of Peters award and sadly a few months later, a report of his death.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxz9euSVKzIKaDjt6QeM9Ya0AH_DubdDF69DzpQOp__Hnxpfehu3LIwGKxOCdJcHl6nWD_PoJ8hCYDf_ZegRv6J-yNTcZ1tGQzYJX3dirInSgVBaIUdXgljsYd03lUdXkGGPaMXD8phJdN/s1600-h/roughly2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214686380730182498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxz9euSVKzIKaDjt6QeM9Ya0AH_DubdDF69DzpQOp__Hnxpfehu3LIwGKxOCdJcHl6nWD_PoJ8hCYDf_ZegRv6J-yNTcZ1tGQzYJX3dirInSgVBaIUdXgljsYd03lUdXkGGPaMXD8phJdN/s320/roughly2.jpg" /></a>24 October 1916</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214686136741549378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYIWTuAIRs2aERuKK9nRQ0Mcp2Kaq31x_7LrKUXjNVuIvZZvJ0NoPPxMCF1jqaZ4hzafUfRgyepaqoJV_FxRpTBbY30QlvioMJi0AMqx9-FyI7_6pFaPK8C-FYyA2axvM8GfIIMslSkCaY/s320/Peter+Roughley+9+6+17.jpg" />9 June 1917</p><p>Anthony also sent photographs of the war memorial in <a href="http://www.scottiepress.org/gallery/ourladys.htm">Our Lady of Reconciliation de la Salette </a>church in Eldon Street. </p><p><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisK_wKe4G4ORQee9HSMXdhrlmZkLBJ3WcA93CnTaR6v0wWNCOFc8cD5obi-ua0F5ggqQQkYnO_ZFwh86g9F1Alw_Vau8960ai8AbJOlQo7oGFlkQKXKE2UjjZq5Xhm8iNaEQyqt_bj8f44/s1600-h/PR+Our+Lady%27s+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214686271860234514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisK_wKe4G4ORQee9HSMXdhrlmZkLBJ3WcA93CnTaR6v0wWNCOFc8cD5obi-ua0F5ggqQQkYnO_ZFwh86g9F1Alw_Vau8960ai8AbJOlQo7oGFlkQKXKE2UjjZq5Xhm8iNaEQyqt_bj8f44/s320/PR+Our+Lady%27s+1.jpg" /></a>The War Memorial </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214686492049124162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_kucIU2gKkmyZhQr_vWPQmXWflk9Uu4EhQ2ZamdNc9iJkvQWo6tOrin4v7BiEijt_k0tIZztNl9aUy2t2gIwS7zsWbwt6BRVZIH10LdDw8Sni2Sa8cOZNiraxD5z6c3AZOH6D_NJxY7o/s320/PR+Our+Lady%27s+4.jpg" />Peter's name on the Memorial<br /><br /><br /><div align="left">You can read about Peter and others named on the memorial on Anthony's website</div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/eldonmemww1/">Our Lady of Reconciliation War Memorial</a> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">My email is <a href="mailto:lostliverpool@gmail.com">lostliverpool@gmail.com</a> </div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><a href="http://www.freewebs.com/eldonmemww1/surnamesnr.htm"></a></div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7550689758937107677.post-1336115227871551632007-06-21T21:16:00.011+01:002010-09-11T10:59:08.308+01:00In The Beginning<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_i3_JH5kVSxlxOrCqNOMw8xxGfuRJKwVb-EWc7Pjr5Zg3iKwdeivKA_NMRYSMuMATDR4xuxBYE1yke8WsudBfrDeJXTS_nSebtgvU9P6ZzNxjhVlQETgKnnq2v5j82NW6CE5mlOwklt0/s1600-h/Collingwood+Dock+23+9+06+BD+2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078614659176018434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo_i3_JH5kVSxlxOrCqNOMw8xxGfuRJKwVb-EWc7Pjr5Zg3iKwdeivKA_NMRYSMuMATDR4xuxBYE1yke8WsudBfrDeJXTS_nSebtgvU9P6ZzNxjhVlQETgKnnq2v5j82NW6CE5mlOwklt0/s400/Collingwood+Dock+23+9+06+BD+2.JPG" /></a> <strong>Collingwood Dock, Liverpool 2006<br /></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br />I started this blog to capture some of the hidden history of Liverpool and its inhabitants and places that I had come across during my research into local and family history.<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">There are many books written about the history of Liverpool but some of its history has been forgotten - such as tales of ordinary people who didn't make the headlines and some extraordinary ones who did. Places on old maps which no longer exist but influence our lives even now. Fleeting moments in time almost forgotten - this is the part of Liverpool I love. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Look closely where you live and you may see a glimpse of a different life - a bit of sandstone wall left from an old farm - an old fashioned street name - a twisting road when a modern straight one would be much more convenient. Look closer to home and you may find a medal from Grandad's war days or an old love letter sent from the front. There is more to Liverpool than meets the eye.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Click on the labels to the right to read on..........................<br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">email <a href="mailto:lostliverpool@gmail.com">lostliverpool@gmail.com</a> </div>Barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03915748351904592783noreply@blogger.com5