James Hill and the author, 1949.
My mother, Agnes Hulme, was the daughter of James
Hill, whose early history is to be found in my article on
his father George Hill who
died in Stockport in 1916. This piece takes up the story, as
much I have been able to piece it together from my memory of
family stories and some guesswork. I you know any more,
please get in touch.
James Hill was only one of my grandparents to survive into
my lifetime. I didn't get to know him well, but I do
remember one thing that he told me: 'Anyone can take a
machine apart: if you can put it back together you are an
engineer.'
Ethel and Agnes Hill, c. 1923.
James and Edith Hill at 'Merlewood', c.1927.
James's mother Alice at 'Merlewood', c1927.
'Giving away' Agnes, 1948
The British Empire Exhibition, 1925
(Written by Agnes Hulme 60 years later)
Great excitement! We were going to London. I just qualified
as we were going in August and you had to be thirteen and I
had been thirteen on the 30th of June.
It was £25-00 for the fare and the hostel cost for a week,
and you couldn't have more than £10 spending money. I did
all sorts of jobs to get that £10, it was a lot of money in
those days.
When we arrived, we were allocated a row of camp beds. The
next row to use was a party of black children, and as we had
never seen a black person before we went up to touch them to
make sure it was real and not painted on.
Each country had its own pavilion and in the New Zealand one
was a status of the Price of Wales on his horse, made of
blocks of ice. The first thing we did every morning was to
see if it had melted, as we didn't known anything about
fridges then. If it was very warm the bottle of milk was put
in a bottle of cold water to stop it going off.
Of all the things that we must have seen, the one thing that
has remained in my mind ever since was the Prince of Wales
on his horse.
Agnes and myself on holiday at Great Yarmouth, 1955.
The Hollingdrake story
The firm of Hollingdrake was a long-established one. It was
in 1814 that Henry Hollingdrake set up a small foundry in
Underbank, Stockport, near the White Lion Hotel. By
James Hill's time, the much-enlarged operation was in the
hands of Henry's grandson Sir Henry Hollingdrake, J.P. and
his brother Herbert. Their large factory in Princes Street
had been much enlarged and updated in 1908, and no doubt
they were in need of more skilled workers. There was
also their foundry in Stewart Street, their mill furnishing
business in Princes Street, and a new subsidiary, the
Hollingdrake Motor Company, founded in 1902 and by 1922
described by the Stockport Advertiser as 'one of the
best known and most enterprising motor concerns in England'.
Their first car showroom and works was established in 1904
at 205 Wellington Road South for the assembly and sale of
the imported French-made ‘La Buire’ vehicles which they
imported in chassis form and built their own bodies. Buchet
chassis, also French, were imported a few years later. By
the time their showroom on Edward Street opposite the Town
Hall was opened in 1923, the car company had become simply a
sales operation for ready-made cars. In more recent years
the 1923 building was used for the display of Lamborghini
cars, eventually being demolished amid some controversy in
2016.
Modern life, 1920s style
As a motor engineer, James Hill naturally wanted the latest
technical developments, but he was never a wealthy man.
After the motorcycle shown in the heading picture, by 1937
he was able to afford a car - the famous Austin Seven, ARA
559, known to the family as 'Daisy.'
'Merlewood' had some modern features too. Electric lighting,
powered by a temperamental generator in the garden which
Agnes had to attend to in all weathers, and a radio - in the
form of a 'crystal set' which had to be listened to on
headphones while sitting on the stairs, and depended for its
signal - which also provided enough power to drive the
headphones - on a wire aerial which was stretched on posts
down the garden. The BBC had started radio broadcasts from a
studio and transmitter in Trafford Park, Manchester, in
1922.
'Merlewood' in later days
When James and Winifred left in 1953, 'Merlewood' was sold
and eventually became the home of a business,
'Merlewood Kennels and Cattery' with kennels and other
buildings added on the adjoining land. The picture above
shows the house as it was in the 1980s.
In 2004 the local Council approved a 'Change of use from
kennels/cattery to massage and beauty therapy
premises'. The house later reverted to a normal family
home, and in 2002 it was valued at £210,000.
Why 'Merlewood'? Nobody seemed to remember! There are
several house of this name around the country, notably a
mansion in Grange-over-Sands which may have been the
inspiration.
Special thanks to Moira Morris for all her help and
encouragement.
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James Hill (1885-1963), his life and times
James Hill and his beloved motorbike NU 3958, 1920s.
Daughter Ethel Hill on the pillion Edith Hill sitting in
sidecar, Margaret Hill (sister-in-law) and Annie Hill
(niece). Picture by Agnes Hulme.
My great-grandfather George Hill had moved his wife and two
sons James and William from Whaley Bridge to Stockport in
the 1890s to find work in coal mining trade, as the pits in
their previous home of Whaley Bridge were closing. George
worked at the colliery in Bredbury, and the 1901 Census
finds the family living at 9 Portwood Hall Place, Stockport,
on the road towards Bredbury. James Hill, their
eldest son, was born in 1885 and is recorded on the 1901
census, aged 15, as a 'Colliery Labourer.' However,
this did not last. James seems to have shown an aptitude for
mechanical engineering - according to family legend he took
to earning extra money by repairing bicycles - and appears
to have served an apprenticeship with the firm of
Hollingdrake in Stockport, an early entrant into the local
motor-car market.
James married Edith Barratt in May 1906, and they
had three children, all daughters, all born in
Stockport: Alice (born November 1906) Agnes (1912) and
Ethel (1915). The 1911 census form (above), completed
by James in his characteristic clear handwriting, shows him
as 'Iron Turner' for a 'Motor Engineer'. By this time he had
a wife of four years and had a young daughter, all living
with his parents and brother in the small house in Portwood
Hall Place. Edith Barratt, a fellow Methodist, had worked in
local cotton mills since the age of 12; the law at that time
permitted work at that age provided it was part-time so
school could be attended.
James's essential skills as an engineer, and ill heath,
saved him from the horrors of the World War I trenches, as
engineers were needed at home for war work. It appears
that he gained experience in the motor side of the business,
as soon after his father died in 1916, he took up an offer
to set up a motor engineering business, in partnership
with John Scholes, landlord of the Hanging Gate Inn, and his
son Fred. The 'Hanging Gate Garage' of 'Scholes, Hill and
Scholes' was set in a building adjacent to the Inn, on the
main road between Whaley Bridge and
Chapel-en-le-Frith. He left Stockport and relocated
with his three daughters and his widowed mother Alice to the
nearby hamlet of Tunstead Milton. Their new home was a small
cottage in a row adjacent to the Rose and Crown Inn.
James's daughter Agnes - my mother - had many stories to
tell of her time in Tunstead Milton. She was expected to
walk to Whaley Bridge Council School each day - a distance
of two miles - with a penny in her pocket to be used to
return by bus, but strictly only if it was raining or
snowing! She also had to shepherd her sister Ethel, two
younger girls, daughters of local farmer Mr Barnes and make
sure they arrived at school. The school had opened in 1911,
and still thrives as Whaley Bridge Primary School. (Many
years later I attended the same school.) In my mother's day
the head teacher was Mr Woolley, assisted by his daughter;
reportedly he was as strict with her as he was with the
pupils.
After a few years in Tunstead Milton, James had saved enough
money to procure a bigger house for his family, and a plot
of land was procured in Chapel Road, on which a detached
house, named 'Merlewood', No. 87 Chapel Road, was
constricted for £600 by a local builder, with some help from
the Hill family; my mother recalled helping to prepare the
ground for the foundations. The house was completed in 1927;
it stands at the end of a track, parallel to and at a higher
level that the Chapel Road, on which a couple of other
houses had been constructed in those free-for-all days
before the 1932 Town and Country Planning Act. It seems that
the right-of-way over this track was not properly
established, leading to a dispute in later years.
I have marked the house in red on the 1932 map. To the
south-west, in the valley of the Randal Carr Brook, can be
seen the terrace known as Shallcross Mill Cottages, where
James had lived as a child, and the Mervril Springs Bleach
Works where his daughters Alice and Agnes - and my own
father - found employment.
An aerial view from 1937: 'Merlewood' can be made out just
before the road bends to pass under the railway. The Mevril
Springs works is in the centre, with Elnor Lane running up
to the right.
James's mother, my great-grandmother, Alice Hill moved with
the family to the new house, and be proudly photographed
there; she died in September 1929 aged 70. My
grandmother Edith died in 1948, before I was born and later
that year James married Winifred Smith, who was of the same
age as, and a friend of, his eldest daughter Alice, which at
the time would have led to a certain amount of disapproval
from his peers. It also meant that his daughters would not
be entitled to any inheritance.
The garage seems to have closed in the 1930s, and latterly
James earned a living as a taxi driver based at Chinley
where he would meet trains at the station. After all
three daughters had left home, James (possibly with some
input from 'Auntie Winnie') decided to retire, sell the
house, buy a caravan and explore Britain by moving it
between sites when they felt like it. So in 1953 they set
off with the caravan behind their old car. How many sites
they stayed at has not passed into family lore, but their
final resting place, after the car proved unequal to the
task, was Burgh Castle caravan park in Norfolk, where in the
early 1960s we visited them and stayed in a nearby 'chalet'
which I recall as being rather basic.
James Hill died in Norfolk in 1963; his widow Winifred
returned to the High Peak and would visit us occasionally
until her death in 1979. Like his parents, he was a devout
Methodist - he and Edith were married at Brunswick Chapel,
Portwood in May 1906, and after moving to Tunstead Milton
they were stalwarts of Fernilee Methodist Chapel, James was
a Lay Preacher. Strict rules were obeyed in the Hill
household. No alcohol, no smoking, and playing cards was
banned as they were 'instruments of the devil.' Dominoes was
permitted however, and my mother retained her fondness for a
game of 'fives and threes.' Sunday observance was strict,
too - apparently my great-grandmother Alice refused to buy a
newspaper on Monday because it must have been printed on
Sunday. Edith and James are buried at Fernilee Chapel.
The three daughters
Alice Hill
Alice Hill was born in Stockport in November 1906. When old
enough to work, she became a domestic servant at 'Brookfield
House' on Reservoir Road, Whaley Bridge, a large villa which
had been built in the 1850s for the owners of the Bingswood
Printworks. However, this career came to and end one day
when her mother visited and discovered her polishing the
silver on a Sunday, much against Methodist principles. She
later found work at the Mevril Springs Bleach works, where
women were employed in the packing department upstairs. In
1951 she married John Barton, a member of Windlehurst Chapel
in High Lane; sadly she suffered from ill-health, including
deafness, which caused trouble for people living above their
rented ground floor flat in Parkside Close, High Lane
who would complain about the noise from the TV. She was too
old to have children, but both my cousin James and I
remembered fondly the toys they kept to entertain us during
visits. John Barton worked as a postman, but at some time he
had also made a living by making toffee - the kind that
comes in a tray to be broken with a special hammer, and
extracts your fillings - and selling it on market stalls.
Uncle John liked to take pictures; I especially recall his
colour slides of Marple Carnival. His two sisters, Bessie
and Florrie, seemed to be a great influence on his life. He
died in 1975, and Alice in 1980.
Ladies of the Mevril with the boss: Alice Hill on the
right, 1930s.
Agnes Hill
My mother, Agnes, was born in Stockport in 1912, by which
date, she told me, the family had moved from Portwood Hall
Place to nearby Borron Street, although her Birth
Certificate gives the address of 37 Hall Street which I
never recall being mentioned. When she reached her teenage
years seems to have been selected by her father as an
assistant in his various activities, although he refused to
allow her to learn to drive. He also refused her the
chance to gain a 'scholarship' to continue her education at
New Mills School, and she too found herself working at the
Mevril Springs bleach works. Her duties involved wrapping
parcels of bleached cotton, which had first been pressed to
minimum volume by a man working a (hydraulic?) press.
After I was born, she became a home-worker for while, sewing
pillow-cases for the Swan Vale company of Kettleshulme, and
for three days per week was cleaner for Mr & Mrs Hindle
of Cadster House. Later she ran the workers' canteen at the
Goyt Mill weaving shed in Whaley Bridge for a number of
years.
Her hobby from the 1920s onwards was photography with her
Kodak Brownie, which means we do have a pictorial record of
some of the people and events from that time. At the
'Mevril' after the War she met her future husband, Charles
Hulme (Born in 1910), who was a labourer on the bleaching
floor; a foul, heavy job in a damp building with chemical
fumes about. He was actually a skilled craftsman, having
worked in precision engineering during the War after being
discharged from the Army on medical grounds, only to have
his job given to a returning soldier. The works closed in
the early 1960s; through the good offices of people who
cared about us, father was found a new job at Bernard
Wardle's print works a few miles away, which was cleaner,
but involved carrying heavy rolls of cloth and sewing the
ends together for use in the printing machinery. This he did
for twelve hours a day from 8am to 8pm with a break for
lunch and on Saturday mornings.
Agnes and Charles were married in Whaley Bridge Methodist
Church in 1948, I was the following year, their only child.
We lived at No. 12, and later next door at No. 11, Canal
Street in Whaley Bridge (for more about me see my feature 'Me and Mrs Middleton') - which I
eventually purchased. I left in 1985 when I married, while
Agnes remained at No.11 until her death in 2002 aged 90, an
age reached by few, if any, of her ancestors.
Charles, who wasn't very religious, smoked Woodbines and
frequented pubs, was not James Hill's ideal choice for a
son-in-law, but he seems to have come to terms with the
situation. My parents, like many in that era, determined
that I would not work as a labourer but would get a
good education and a good job, which in those days was
available with generous grants; they made sure I had plenty
of reading material, and a Library Card on my fifth
birthday, and had every chance possible. I think I have
lived up to their expectations - it's perhaps not surprising
that after gaining a degree in Engineering in 1971 I changed
course, using my computer skills by working in a Library.
The 1950s was the golden age of Holidays with Pay, and we
always had two weeks' seaside holiday in July, 'wakes
fortnight' for the Whaley Bridge textile mills. We had no
car and always went by train, usually to a different place
from the year before, sparking off my lifelong interest in
railways.
Charles always suffered from illness, including severe
depression, and died in 1966 when I was just 16. After I was
born, Agnes left the Mevril, although she seems to have
returned for a while later. She involved herself in the
running of the Methodist Church, including the production of
a booklet in 1957 to mark 150 years of Methodism in Whaley
Bridge,which she compiled with the local chemist, Frank
Livesley. Perhaps this started my interest in writing for
publication. I have a clear memory of a visit with her to a
printers' in Chapel-en-le-Frith delivering the 'blocks' for
the pictures.
Once I was earning money, she gave up paid work and became
the voluntary organiser of the Age Concern Day Centre in
Whaley Bridge, and holidays by coach - often at Butlin's -
for the attendees of the centre. She continued with the Day
Centre until she was in her mid-80s.
Ethel Hill
Ethel, William and James Edward Morris in Canal Street, c.
1949. Picture by Agnes Hulme
The first of the three daughters to leave home was the
youngest, Ethel Hill (born 1915), who caught the attention
of William Morris, who with his brother Eric was a partner
in the nearby Shallcross Iron Foundry, which has been
founded by their father in 1924. They married in 1936 and
moved to a house on Manchester Road, Chapel-en-le-Frith, and
later followed in James Hill's footsteps by having their own
bungalow constructed in the triangular area seen on the map
to the north-west of 'Merlewood'.
Ethel was a full-time housewife, but their early married
life was fraught with unhappiness: she suffered a
miscarriage, and then in 1938 gave birth to a son, John, who
died in infancy. Not until after the War, in 1947, did they
have another son James Edward Morris, the only relative of
my own generation that I knew well as a playmate and friend.
He married in 1969, and his four sons continue James Hill's
lineage.
After a brief flirtation with a career on the railway, James
Edward Morris re-entered further education and trained to
become an IT support worker at Manchester University. He
relocated to Leicestershire to advance his career at the
University there, but his life was tragically cut short in
1992 following a road accident while cycling. He was
interested in his family history, and this article relies
heavily on a Hill family tree he compiled.
In the 1960s William Morris decided on a career change, sold
his share in the foundry to his brother, and entered the
do-it-yourself interior decorating business, very popular at
the time. He opened a shop in Market Street, Marple,
which flourished for a while and enabled us to obtain
wallpaper at a discount. Ethel Morris, the youngest of the
three sisters, was the first to pass away, in 1969, aged
only 54. Her husband William suffered from Parkinson's
Disease in the years before his death in 1979.
Written by Charlie Hulme, 2016-7.
Comments welcome at charlie@davenportstation.org.uk
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