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These are transcriptions of recorded memoirs of Ruth Robinson, born in St. Helens, Lancashire in 1905
In September 1982 Nanna gave an interview to Tim* who taped it.Tim asked no questions but allowed Nanna to talk for three hours.That talk of her early years is here on two tapes . . .
(Transcribed by Ruth’s son, Bob Hudson)
Timothy Nelson is Ruth’s Grandson
This is the first of two tapes.
I was born at 46 Atherton Street, St. Helens, Lancashire in the early hours of Thursday morning,the 6th of July, 1905. Atherton Street was at the bottom of Duke Street, towards Cowley Hill Lane, one of a lot of rows of terraced houses some of the streets still are there, but I don't think Atherton Street is.I was the third child of my parents, Winnie having been born on the 14th of February, 1901,Walter on the 12th of February, 1903. So mother said she hadn't wanted another child but I was verysmall and at that time they were very friendly with a pastor from a Bethel Mission Church or Mission inPeter Street and they'd been going to his services, so they decided to call me Ruth. I was christened atthe Parish Church, the old Parish Church, which was burned down in 1916, in Church Street, St. Helens.We moved from Atherton Street to Balfour Street, quite a distance away, which is parallel withDunriding Lane, which leads up to Prescot Road.St. Helens lies in a hollow, so as you go out to all these streets that go out of St. Helens,whichever way that you go out of St. Helens, you seem to go out onto a hillside, steep slopes to moststreets. Balfour Street was a nice street, there was lots of waste land in those days, all being built onsince. There was a lot of waste-land between Balfour Street and Boundary Road.My first recollection is of standing at the corner of a row of terraced houses off Balfour Street, itwas called Constance Street, just this one row. From the back door you came down a lot of steps intotheir back yards, but it was even at the front and we stood on the corner, Mother was talking to a lady.When I asked Mother when I grew older what she was saying to that lady, she said: “You can't remember,
Ruth, WinnifredEric, Herbert, Marjorie, Mother -
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 Audio tape, Ruth Hudson, An Autobiography. Recorded September 1982 by Tim Nelson
you were only two years of age.” I said “I do, I was coughing and you were telling that lady something.”She said “I was, you had whooping cough, and so had Winnie, but you were only two”.It was in Balfour Street, I think, that quite a lot happened. Walter died when I was eleven monthsold, June 1906. One story I heard was that he and Winnie had measles and his spots didn't come out,and it caused an illness from which he died. He'd been a very beautiful baby, and Mother had a picture of him with beautiful long, curly hair, and in those days, little boys were all dressed in dresses, andpinafores and such like. Mother had this beautiful photograph of this boy that none of us everemembered, and then I remember Balfour Street quite well. Winnie says we lived in two houses inBalfour Street.I do remember Mother coming home and saying she was going to have some new furniture -she'd been to Griffins in Westfield Street, she was going to pay a shilling a week to have this furnitureand new fire irons, and I stood with other children outside the door as the men came with the horse andvan and took out Mothers' old steel fire irons and took in the new ones. The steel ones were veryfashionable in the younger days, in fact Aunt Clara had them until the end of her days, and they neededa lot of cleaning. They consisted of a big fender, a large set of tongs, a rake and a long poker, and an ashpan. An ash pan is what is put in front of the grate, at the bottom to hide the ashes, which drop from thefire below.So Mother changed her steel ones at that time for a nice black fender, with brass fittings andbrass fire irons, and a black ash pan with brass knobs on. Fireplaces were large, the ovens were useddaily, kettles were boiled on the fire, there were hobs and all kinds of things on a grate, different namesto them; dampers, saddle under the oven, so that it was strengthened by an extra bar of steel, or iron,whatever, and a big fire was kept.All cooking was done in that oven, more or less, we did have gas stoves, old fashioned iron gas stoves,and houses were lit either by just lamp light, candles or gas. Probably in the living room, the kitchen,nobody ever said living room in those days, it was kitchen, back kitchen and wash house. Probably in thekitchen, you would have gas with a lamp with a glass mantle over, but for the rest of the house you wouldprobably only have naked lights, and in some rooms you would only have a candle.Mother also got, as well as the fire irons, her couch, which was in the house till the day she died,and when she bought it then, when I was a child, it was a beautiful green plush, with just the one head toit, sort of long couch, and Mother lay on that as long as we ever remembered.As we grew older and the springs went two of our uncles put boards on so we had a sofa bed,under which was put many items of interest. We hid lots of things under the sofa bed, papers, comics, or anything we didn't want Mother to see we hid under the sofa bed, and she also had her dressing tableand wash hand stand new in Balfour Street. The wash hand stand had a marble top, with a jug and bowl,toothbrush holder and soap dish, in green porcelain, and on the dressing table she had a pretty white andpick and white roses on her trinket set. That vanished during the years of our growing up. So Mother wasquite happy to have her new furniture.A few doors lower down lived a family named Prescott, there was a Grandma and Granddad,dressed in old fashioned clothes of the day, which would be when I was three years of age, as I grew up,and there was the Mother and Father, Mr. and Mrs. Prescott, and the two girls, Mary and Evelyn. Maryand Evelyn I remember throughout our Sunday School days. Mary was slightly older than me, but shewould be in my Sunday School class, and I used to go in this house because they had a very big basketchair and I used to go in and curl in it and they would stand rubbing their hands together, the old people,grandma and granddad and the young Mr. and Mrs. Prescott, saying “doesn't she love that chair!”Another memory in there is a - I'm told it was during that time - that my grandfather, who was aglass-blower - as was my dad, had an accident at work when they blew big six foot cylinders, my dad andmy granddad, so that they walked up and down a platform in the tanks, what they called the tanks wherethey blow glass in those days and they swung the glass into the furnace, backwards and forwards, andthat was called a 'swing hole'. My granddad fell down the swing hole onto his head, and was taken toRainhill hospital.In those days, of course, they did very little for anything like that - in the present day he mighthave been saved - and saved a lot of pain, but he was there until he died, and my father and other members of the family had to pay towards his keep in the hospital.At that time grandma lived off Dunriding Lane, on the other side, near Taylor Park and LaurelRoad, and grandfather took ill and died, and I remember standing in Dunriding Lane and Winnie and Ihad dresses alike, even though I wasn't dressed like my older sister as I grew up, I was dressed like myyounger sister when I was older.
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 Audio tape, Ruth Hudson, An Autobiography. Recorded September 1982 by Tim Nelson
Father - mother didn't like drink, beer or cards, they were the devil's playthings - and dad had lotsof drinks in the hot work he did. He had a great big quart can of barley water he took with him to work,and then for his dinner, dinner was taken when they were on day turn, and supper when they were onafternoon turn, but during the night he had to take his own meal with him, and of course more tea wouldbe taken. But pubs were open at all hours of the day then, and dad would like a drink, but mother wouldn't allow it, so of course he was often mad and upset, and father would go off the deep end at timesand spend the money, and mother would be without.So it seems that I must have been about four all this had happened to grandfather, and myyounger brother dying, and one thing and another, my mother getting the furniture, things must have gota bit on top of them, and evidently after granddad died, grandma moved to Bleak Hill, which was countrythen, completely country. She went into a very large cottage, which was on the corner, hers was, youwent through the big opening and there were two or three more cottages. There were lots of these kind of establishments then, a little cluster of cottages, and you could call it a yard. Grandma had the first one,and she had a parlour, and a lobby, but you didn't often open the front door, which was on Bleak Hillitself, and it was at the bottom of the hill, and to my childish mind, as I played at the corner, by thehedge, I looked up to the top of the hill, at the top it met the sky and I wondered what was beyond.But I don't think we stayed there very long, we, moved to grandmas after as there must havebeen a shortage of money or something, but I do remember being at grandmas, and sleeping in a backroom. Grandma had four bedrooms - one was over the kitchen of the next door cottage - and she had agarden at the back, where she kept pigs and hens. And then opposite she had another large gardenwhere there were fruit trees and vegetables and flowers, and it was all country, beautiful country, and youcould see well down St. Helens from Grandmas at that time.And I remember cockroaches, swarming down the fireplace and putting Keating's Powder downto stop them, and I remember dad's youngest sister, Auntie Kitty, who lived there until it was knockeddown, she lived there until 1960, she would scream when a mouse ran across the lobby floor. She was amusic teacher and then one day I was playing on the corner and looking up at this hill and the sky whenmother came round the corner, she had Eric in her arms, mother was dressed in a purple costume withlavender blouse and a big, fashionable hat - in those days there was always lots of flowers or artificialfruit on the hats - and Eric in her arms - he was dressed in an Alpaca coat with a huge collar and a floppyboys hat, and mother looked down at me - she had lovely big brown eyes - she said “We are going intoour own home tomorrow, and you will have your own bedroom again, and a man is coming in themorning with a horse and cart to take our furniture.”So I was up early the next morning, and sat waiting to watch that man come out of the sky. Andhe did come out of the sky, didn't he! As far as my childish mind was concerned, he came out of the sky,and down. I don't remember much of the day, except going into the house we moved into, which was inMorley Street, not far from Atherton Street. Morley Street lies between Cowley Hill Lane and North Road,and one of a lot of streets of terraced houses, there are several streets that lead up to Windle Street andother streets and then Victoria Park.Auntie Marjorie's daughter, Joyce, lives off Laurel Street on the corner, well the last time I heardof her, anyway.This house, again, you see, it was on a slope, and we were halfway up on the right hand side. Itwent off Cooper Street - there were a lot of pubs in Cooper Street - and Mother didn't like that idea! Butthe first day I remember going down to meet Dad coming off four o'clock turn - eight to four he worked -and as he came round the corner, he had a lovely smile, had my dad, and a twinkle in his eye, he said“Are you going to show me where the new house is, love, I know where it is.” but I took his hand and tookhim. They had lovely front doors and fanlights and jambs either side - whatever you might call them,wooden ones, much more ornate than they're done today, and I think those houses still stand.It had a lobby, a parlour, kitchen, back kitchen, you went straight up to the stairs and facing thislittle back bedroom that I got, and there was a landing off which went the middle bedroom, and mothers’front room. Mother wasn't well soon after we went there, and she got a woman in to clean, her name wasTina Lightfoot and I must have been turned four then and I remember playing around there.I remember that once there must have been a circus in town, because a man came up the streetleading a bear on a chain, the bear was walking on his hind legs and carrying a pole.And then in March, on March 16th, 1910 my brother, Herbert was born.Oh, I forgot to tell you that in Balfour Street Eric was born, that is why I know I was there until Iwas four years, because Eric was born the 19th. of April, 1908 - it was Primrose Day and an Easter Sunday, and I'm told it was snowing. We also had a photograph of Eric, taken in the front porch atBalfour Street, the day he was one, and he's standing, holding in his hand a Birthday Card. At the same
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