That looks more like a trestle than a viaduct. How old is the image?
Excellent photograph, Atarah...........I'm pretty sure thats the one I've seen elsewhere before. From an architectural & engineering viewpoint it does'nt quite tie in with the style that we're used to, but I believe it was originally designed like that to minimise the weight load on the soft ground below. The view is from roughly Blackburn Rd.
Hi, the railway was brought over the canal at Aspen by a bridge and then across Aspen Valley on a bridge of wooden trestles carrying a single line 70 feet above the stream. It was built on piles in a trestle form because the ground provided a poor foundation for masonry. It was almost destroyed by fire before it came into use May 1848. Clever stuff, eh?
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hi linda
im malc capsticks niece, and he aint changed, he still lives in accrington, now hes an antique dealer and landlord, hes not as bad as he used to be, single man still intouch with the armstrongs larrence and brian, hope your well take care xx jackie haworth
im malc capsticks niece, and he aint changed, he still lives in accrington, now hes an antique dealer and landlord, hes not as bad as he used to be, single man still intouch with the armstrongs larrence and brian, hope your well take care xx jackie haworth
Have you seen the date on this thread its 2004
Well it is if your called Bee june
Come on Atarah, get a move on girl. . In 1951 there were branches of the Manchester & County,the District, the Midland & the Union Bank of Manchester.One of these would later become ( I think) Martin's. I don't recall a TSB, which in those days was the Blackburn TSB. The PO was in Market St.
Think it was still there in the early 70s, can remember cashing a check there from a job I did, nearly sure it was TSB
Yes it was the TSB. It was number 10 Market Street. I worked there. It was originally Blackburn Trustee Savings Bank and then later amalgamated with others to become Lancashire and Cumbria TSB. In the early days the upstairs was a flat which was rented out, as was the case with many branches of the BTSB. The same front door was used but then inside there was a locked side door which led through to the bank which was downstairs. The stairs led directly up from the entrance hallway (lobby) into the flat. There was also a cellar which constrantly had to be pumped dry of water or it would fill to a level of about 3 feet.
At night when we worked late once a year for the annual balance we would see armies of cockroaches marching across from the post office to the bank and back! The fumes from Blythes used to corode the brass door fittings and at times the stink was horrendous. Oh happy days.
At night when we worked late once a year for the annual balance we would see armies of cockroaches marching across from the post office to the bank and back! The fumes from Blythes used to corode the brass door fittings and at times the stink was horrendous. Oh happy days.
Ah that purple writing, nice to see you post on here again Willow, hope you stick around
I am looking at finding information on the buildings that were on the opposite side of the "20 Steps" next to the canal. They were on the opposite side of the canal to the kilns. I can see in OS maps that they were there at vaious times but not now and would like any info at all about when and what, who owned them.
Thanks in advance,
Graham
Thanks in advance,
Graham
My grandma and grandad lived at 60 York Street and I used to spend all my school holidays there in the 1970 and early 1980's. I used to play football on the street, no doubt annoying everyone who lived close by. There was a school across the road which has now been demolished. I remember the summers were so hot the tar between the cobbles on the 'backs' used to go soft. I would go down to the canal and play near the swing bridge, and also the church before the gravestones became unsafe. A lot of my mum's ancestors were buried there. My grandma and grandad were called Cavannagh, and we had relatives in Church called Embley on my grandmas side. I remember the butchers on York Street and a weird little paper shop with piles of papers and magazines piled up and an old white haired lady who sat behind the counter. I remember the smell of The 'Bone Works' as my grandma called it wafting over the canal in summer. They had a coal fire in every room in the early 70's and I would sit in front of the fire with my grandad Bill toasting crumpets with long toasting forks. He used to make shadow animals on the walls with his hands. The memories.....
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