Mondays seem to be the day of the week with the least entires in the ‘What’s on in . . .” so with little in the way of a plan other than go to Halifax and have lunch I got the train at lunchtime. I’d head of the renovation of the Square Chapel and decided to go there for lunch. The new Copper Building has been designed to link the old Square Chapel to the Piece hall and I instantly loved the place. They’ve kept the facade of the chapel but the color and design instantly attracted me. I had Malaysian chicken served with lime sauce. Each dish comes in small. medium or large portion and there’s a great selection of craft beers and ciders. I suddenly became aware of music (Jerry and the pacemakers) and wondered about that choice. I mentioned it to the guy on the adjacent table. “Oh, it’s live,” he said, “I just saw 3 old timers all dressed up in black go through the door into the chapel, ” so off I went.
Nimble feet at the summer dance party at the end of the season. Free!
Then off to find the Farrar Academy. My great great grandmother was living in the academy in 1861 as a servant but I’d not been able to find its location and I began to think the building had been demolished. But with a little help from a few people I managed to find it. It’s right next to Francis Crossley’s mansion and in the same parking lot as a church that’s now a muslim Community center. I asked a couple of guys if they knew anything about it. They didn’t, but when I showed them a diagram of the building that I’d obtained one of them helped me work it out. And i know it must be a right place because although it is now closed it had been a health centre called School House. So here Elizabeth Ann lived, coming from her birth in Lily Hall Heptonstal.
Next was a return to the Copper Building for some light refreshment about the walk to the School House. This time I sat on the balcony facing onto he street where George Gledhill, my gt gt gt grandfather had lived.
Free health advice!
The Piece hall is scheduled to reopen on August 1st. This is the main entrance! (By the next evening this ‘hole’ was a smooth concrete pavement!)
It turns out that my Wrigley relatives built all this buildings between 1858 and 1895. And these are just a fraction that could could get to within half an hour’s walk from where I’m staying. I’m still researching it but it seems likely that they actually built the mill I’m staying in!
Then to the doggy obedience show in the park.
An ancestor kept the pub on the left. It was called the Black Bull, in Heptonstall. It’s currently being converted into two houses.
I was invited to go inside
This is the view from upstairs
Bare stone and exposed beams
The lady who owns is and is converting it with the help of her nephew
I met Jose by chance in the cemetery. She was looking for Sylvia Plath’s grave and I was uncovering more family gravestones. She taught English Literature in high school, college and finally for the Open university. We had some refreshment in the White Lion.
I chatted with this lovely lady at my favorite coffee shop in Todmorden Market. We reminisced about travelling through the Australian Outback – going to the underground church in Coober Pedy, Broken Hill, alice Springs. She’d emigrated to Sydney with he husband but after 8 years he was homesick for Yorkshire so they returned.
Quite a family get-together
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On an impulse I decided to get my hair restyled at Stone Art Hair. Ela is from Cypress and runs the shop with her brother who has styled hair and makeup for Brenda Blethin, Hugh Laurie and Wayne Rooney!
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Green Springs where one of my ancestors lived
View of the derelict canal in the center of Hebden Bridge in 1963
The bridge today . . . .
Same view in 1963
Not ready to go back to my mill I stopped at the shoulder of Mutton for a drink and a journal catch up. There I got talking to Ken who lives in Surrey but who has a narrow boat in Hebden Bridge and comes up a couple of times per month. His Danish friend who was attending a child psychology conference in Manchester joined us.
The we went out for some excellent Thai food at the restaurant by the canal and ended up at the Trades Club later. I was surprised to find this photo posted on Twitter the next day. . . and discover that the view from my kitchen window is of Ken’s boat!
Gary, as usual, ordered perfect weather for our 11.2 mile hike.Within 10 minutes of getting home there was torrential rain! This is where we got off the bus to begin the hike, Wainstalls.
Not content with the Warley museum in a phone box that Sarah and I came across Gary knew of a library phone box. This differs from the American pop up libraries in people’s gardens in my area in that this is a community effort.
I met up with my high school friend Judith for lunch in York. I was able to get a train from Hebden Bridge right to York. It took an hour and a half and I watched the landscape change from deep narrow valleys to the open rolling wheat fields of the Vale of York. The building materials also changed from soot blackened stone to gentile brick.
Isn’t this fascinating? A modern reredos (1968) in an ancient church. St Martin’s Coney Street.
A tea shop that has an open window so that passers by can sample their teas.
Sticky toffee pudding and a pint. This was the first glass of cold beer I’d been served in England on this trip.
Stone mason working on the restoration of York Minster
This guy sat on this bike for at least the 5 hours that I walked past him – raising money for the Grenfell Tower fire victims.
After Judith left I stayed for a while and attended evensong in the Minster.