John Michael Backhouse

Life is Much Improved

2010-12-06T08:27:00.000-08:00

We did not stay at Antioch for very long.Mum had the offer of a much nicer place in the terraced bloc aove ours. This bock being called Lower Abbotts, This House had a garden and separate bedrooms. There was still no bathroom. However it did have a nice view across the hills. We were very happy living there. Moving to Lower Abbotts coincided with my moving schools. I had failed the eleven plus rather miserably and there fore had to move to a Secondary Modern School in Littleborough this school was run by an head master who had a reputation of being a terror. His name was Jas J Bollem and he was to us students God. When he walked down a corridor the students had to stand with their backs against the wall so as to not impede his passage. And he was not afraid to use the cane when the occasion demanded it. He was extremely fond of his school and quite frankly this rubbed of on the student. He was well known throughout lancashire. He set an example to the other schools in the area, who all tried to better the Central and very rarely did. The wearing of uniform was mandatory., and woe be tied anyone who let the school down when they were wearing it. My mother could not afford the cost of school uniform so she made them. The embarasing part from my point of view was that my mother kept me in shorts until the age of fifteen. In d on one occasion come across an old pair of trousers (They had belonged to Charlie ) Of course they were much to big for me, This did not stop me from sliding along in them feeling rather grown up. My first Year at Littleborough Central Secondary Modern school was quite cheerful.despite the fact that I was in "S stream" As My brother on his arrival was placed in the "B" stream which gave him an automatic shot at the GCSE's. It was great to be joined by Peter however there was one drawback, to the situation. This being the fact that my brother is some what confrontational and he would get into an argument with some one, and when it got out of hand he would threaten them with his big brother. I have lost count of the number of times I have felt a tap on my shoulder , the person tapping me asking if my name was John Backhouse and promptly smacking me in the face when I Answered.

Early learning

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The school that my brother and I attended was situated in the village of Hollingworth . This village is situated on the hill side overlooking Hollingworth lake. The lake, a man made reservoir situated in the valley above the small town of Littleborough. Being situated on the Lancahire Yorkdhire border it was at this time quite a busy town.There was a large marshalling yard for the railways, a terminal on the Leeds/Liverpool canal and the main route across the penines passed through. Added to which there was at this time a large number of cotton mills,a chemical distillery and a large asbestos company. In effect I suppose it could be said that it was aboom town. Sadly that it cannot be said today.

The school ot Hollingworth was a one roomed affair. And had only one teacher, the teacher Miss Sykes, undertook the teaching of all subjects to the local children, being responsible for the educatioin of a mixed age group from the age of four years until they moved on to the seccondary or grammer schools at the age of eleven. Unfortunately very few made it to a grammer school, I can only recall one doing so. Never the less it was a nice school and every one was extremely happy. Attached to the school was the local church, a corogated iron church, which had to share a vicar with the parish of Milnrow. As a result there were no church services every week. When services did take place, every one attended as it was considered a great occasion.

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Things They are a Changing.

2010-11-21T05:19:00.001-08:00

Life in the village was very different, we had been used to privacy, here we had none.People walked past our door at all times of the day an night. A journey to the toilet could be embarrassing as the local children were often hanging around outside, taking advantage of one of only two street lights in the village. Added to which we were often accompanied by someone in the other cubicles, this did not bother my brother and I too much if it was one of the local girls, that we held a penchant for. The other things that disturbed us was the fact that although there were only two street lights, and were not very bright. They did however manage to throw enough light as to disturb our sleep. Remember we had been used to pitch darkness. These problems were overridden by the fact that we now had running water, electricity, friends to play with and we were much nearer to school

Rakewood village consisted of 5 blocks 3 houses grouped around a bend In the river All being on the north bank , two blocks to the east serving a very small woollen factory and the other three to the west they had once served a small Cotton Mill which was situated between the two groups. Both these mills were in operation at this time. The Cotton Mill ceasing production in 1956 and the Wool Mill up until the early 90,s.

Moving on

2010-10-26T09:50:00.000-07:00

We remained at Longden End until the age of ten when we moved down into the hamlet of Rakewood. Mother having managed to get a half of a terraced house. When I say half i mean that at one stage it had been an end of terrace, but some stage the front half had been made into a shop , with the back half being a two up and two down arrangement. unfortunately the shop section was now derelict as was a chapel on the western side.The group of houses consisting of another two like ours, separated by a centre house which actually stretched from front to back them having the luxury of a front and back door. The group had the rather resplendent name of "ANTIOCH" obviously having had ties with the chapel. at some stage. To my mother it was a great improvement, as she was much nearer to her work, we were nearer to school and her life was made easier by the fact that it was smaller,running water. ( mostly down the walls ) and electric light. My brother Peter and I hated it. Mainly because we had lost our playground.. Things would never be the same.Another plus was that we had no longer got the chores of fetching the water. berrying the toilet and ponching the washing . Another plus was that we were now near to our school friends end for the first time were able to meet them in the evening after school. To get back to the toilet they wer in a block of three at the end of the terrace. Each toilet They consisted of a large a large wooden platform with a large hole in the centre, a hinged wooden lid was lowered across the hole to keep out the flies when not in use there being a large steel container to catch the effluent., this being collected weekly by the borough council. The three toilets were shared by "Antioch" and "Lower Abbots" residents, a similar terraced block set higher up the hillside. A representative of each block would take it in turn to clean them

How the Weather Affected Conditions

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The weather was of particular concern to us, having no heating. Being on the Lancashire/Yorkshire moors,and being over 2000 foot above sea level. We were often subjected to very heavy mists. This gave a very quiet and mysterious atmosphere, very rather like the set of a dracular movie..Rather attractive in it's own way. It however had a down side as it left everything feeling very damp.The area was also subjected to very heavy rain fall. When this occurred the river became a raging torrent. Overflowing it's banks and began climbing up the garden towards the house. Fortunately It never did reach the house. When these days did occurred it was sometimes difficult to attend school. Other problems encountered was when it snowed was due to,.being high up in the Pennines the area was often subjected to very heavy snow fall. The winter of 1948 being of particular note.This winter was one of the worst on record. The snow was very deep and the ice very thick, in fact the river was not flowing as it was a complete block of ice. The consequence of this was that we were unable to get to school and my mother was unable to get to work.As mentioned previously, Mother was a bit of a hoarder, therefore we had plenty of potatoes, eggs as we had some chickens, these we were able to kill and eat as the conditions worsened.. Eventually they got through to us on horse back.

2010-10-08T04:03:00.000-07:00

Like all young boys we were capable of getting into mischief,.we were left very much to our own devices. Running from the house to the pumping station was an old railway track, which had been built to assist in the emptying some filter beds that were on the otherside of the brook. Also at the back of the house was the remnants of the original pump house. this had long gone. Leaving behind a one hundred foot tall chimney.. My uncle had built for us a cart to run on the track, so that when Peter and I went to the pumping station each week to pay the rent for the house we could use the cart. He had fitted it with a sail so that when the wind was blowing and it usually wa,s we could ride at least one way wind assisted. As a matter of interest the rent was 2/6d which equates to 12.5p in todays currency.,. Returning to the mischief, We set fire to the moors on a number of ocasions, having watched the farmers do it, We called it sqealing ,at one stage it burned for six weeks before the fire was brought under control, The filtter beds we had decided to make them into a swimming pool, this was done by divertinng the river, thus depriving Rochdale of it's water supply. The chimney that stood behind the house we decided to demolish. Having read how the steeple jacks do this by knocking bricks out of the base, supporting it with pit props and then lighting a fire to burn out the pit props and thus bringing the structure down, We did this, ours however did not come down, it remained standing for quite a few years afterwords.

Sunday, Day of Rest ( Chapter 5 My Story)

2010-10-05T01:14:00.000-07:00

Sundays tended to be washing and ironing day, that is providing the weather was fine. The copper was filled with water, which meant a couple of journeys to collect the water with the milk churn. A fire was built and lit underneath the copper, soap and the dirty washing put into it. When the water was boiling , my brother and I took up our positions with the ponch agitating the washing as hard as we could. In the mean time my mother had prepared the irons, ready to do the ironing. The ironing was usually done outside, as she had at her disposal two types of iron. The first being the flat iron, made of cast iron it wa placed on the fire until red hot. The iron was then slipped into a tin sleeve, so that the clothes did not get burnt, and this would be used as long as the iron remained hot. This required a number of irons in the fire in order to ensure that a smooth progress could be maintained. The second type of iron was the charcoal iron, this had a little fire grate inside the body of the iron, this was filled with charcoal which when fully lit would keep the sole plate of the iron hot. This iron was the reason for being outside as it had a tendancy to belch smoke and soot particles every where. Both these irons were eventually superceded by a calor gas fired iron. Other duties on a Sunday was the disposal of the toilet efluent. This entailed the carrying of the toilet tub to a spot some way from the house. the digging of a hole and burrying the contents. i assure you this was not our favorite task.Althogh Peter and i did find it worked well for us one sunday. We had visitors, a friend of my mothers from manchester. she had a particularly nauseating daughter who was dressed in a white frilly dress. We were told to go outside and play, which we did, choosing to play where we had buried the toilet. Needless to say she found it, her not being privy to it's where abouts, the advantage that we had.

Logistics

2010-09-28T05:47:00.000-07:00

http://www.bigextracash.com/aft/1dd302c1.htmlAs it is known these days was a major problem.There were no shops, pubs, transport, water, sanitation. electricity, telephones or near neighbours. The nearest shop being in the small hamlet of Rakewood, and this only opened on Wednedays. Being just a small wooden shed., with a telephone box by the side alog with the only street light around. As a result my mother had to fetch all that she could carry from Littleborough. a distance of six miles. In the bad winter of 1948 we were snowed in for six weeks. Food did manage to get through to us.eventually on horse back. There not being the all terrain vehicles and helicopters that they wound use today. We were fortunate that my mother was a bit of a hoarder, we survived on mainly potatoes and eggs, thaat is until we had to eat our chickens. It is not quite true to say that there were no deliveries, they did take place. We would see from time to time the Postman, Telegraph boy and the Doctor. When we needed coal it would be delivered and once a month we would see the accumaltor man. He would deliver, Parafin for our lighting ( we used storm lanterns, later to be replaced by pressurised parafin lamps and eventully calor gas cylinders. But more importantly he brought the accumalators. There were important because they would provide power to the radio, so that we were able to listen to music, light entetainment and the news thus, keeping us informed as to what was happening in the world. Our only other entetainment being reading and playing board games. These accumalators consisted of low voltage lead ccid batteries thy were made of very thick glass which made them almost unbreakable. When they were no longer of use to him. He woiuld let my brother and I have them as fish tanks, The poor little goldfis h would look like Moby Dick swimming around.

Early Years

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Early Years

2010-09-26T01:58:00.000-07:00

We remained at Longden End from the ages of four until eleven virtually having our own little oasis, where nobody interfered and we were able to more or less, do what we liked.( quite frankly very few people new of our existence ) As previously mentioned, my mother had to work in order to support us. This meant that apart from being left for long periods of time, whereby we could get up to all kinds of mischief,. we had to do our fair share of household chores. These included fetching water, we had a set of two milk churns mounted on wheels and once a day we would take these churns down to the brook and fill them with water.The toilet was a large bucket which was situated in an outhouse underneath a wooden board, this board had a large hole in it. This acted as a seat for when we had to answer the call of nature. Well of course eventually the bucket became full and needed to be emptied. My brother Peter and I would then take the bucket to a point some way from the house. Dig a hole and tip the excreta into it and bury it. Other duties were the lighting and maintenance of the house fires, and the weekly wash. The house had a large cast iron grate in which was situated to the right hand side of the fire bars.an oven.and on the left hand side a water a water tank with a hot plate on top. This was our only source of heat, all cooking, boiling of water was undertaken here. I mentioned house fires the other fire was needed when doing the weekly wash. To the left of the fire grate was situated a large copper.this would be filled with water a fire would be lit underneath and the water boiled. The washing would be placed in to the copper and a punch would be used to pummel the washing.. A Punch is likened to a three legged milking stool with a long handle attached . This would be used to agitate the water,like the action of a washing machine. .

The Valley

2010-09-17T23:39:00.000-07:00

Longden End was an ideal place for two boys to be brought up. Being completely isolated from the surrounding area, the valley is one and a half miles long steep sided and is entered via a steep single tracked, unmade road at either end. The track on the northwest,giving access to Rakewood and Littleborough. The south east exit giving access to Milnrow and Oldham. The house as I have mentioned belonging to Oldham Corporation Water Works. The pumping Station being positioned at the South East end . Alongside the house was the remains of the original pumping station, the two of them being connected by a single track railway line which followed the course of the brook. The brook (Stream/River) for the most part was fairly slow and not very deep wound its way down the valley over a waterfall which was situated at the foot of the houses long sloping garden . Eventually passing through Rakewood and into Hollingworth Lake which is situated above Litteborough. Water from the Lake being extracted by Rochdale Corporation Water Board. The scenario then is as follows. The valley lies in a west to east position. Entrance on the west being via Rakewood. the southeast via Milnrow. THe south side of the valley is bordered by fields enclosed by dry stone walling, the north side by the Lancashire/Yorkshire moors. The boundary between the two counties running just behind the house. the moors stretch into Yorkshire teaming up with the notorious Saddleworth Moor. and the Holme Moss TV transmitter. The valley was constantly changing it's appearance. In the Winter it looking rather bleak and miserable due to the fact that there is no trees, and the black stone walling. In the spring the carpet of bluebells and the fresh green bracken, the Lambs playing in the fields.. Summer time brings the purple of the heather on the moor, whilst the autumn brings the golden colours of the dieing bracken and heather, This season being followed by the snow which has a beauty of it's own. If it had been more accessible and had more services, it was an ideal place to live. It was certainly popular amongst such groups as Ramblers, Artists, Photographers, and Holiday makers.

My Roots

2010-09-08T08:18:00.000-07:00

I have always threatened to write a book about my experiences which are many and varied, so those of you who find it interesting, perhaps you will become regular readers and just maybe take a look at my website. So here go's.

Born in Hope Hospital, Salford England, June 12th 1942, six week premature. Subsequently I spent the first three months of my life in an incubator. The day that I was taken home from the unit a bomb landed on It. you could say that I had a charmed life. This was to become a bit of a pattern. On this theme we had to be evacuated to the moors between Lancashire and Yorkshire because of yet another bomb.

The area we went to was out on the moors some eight miles from the small town of Littleborough, poulation at this time being approximately 2000. The nearest hamlet, which we had to pass through in order to reach "Longden End", the name of the house we had moved was called Rakewood, population 28.

Longden End was a large house built of local stone. Formerly the managers house for the local water works. It is set on the banks of a small brook in a steep valley. nearest neighbours were two farm houses one and a half miles in either direction. A lovely but isolated spot. It was going to prove an ideal place for my brother Peter and I to be brought up. The problems and they were many, my mother being a single parrent mainly had to deal with.

The house had no water, lighting, gas, telephone, electricity or sanitation. There was no transport,shop, street lights and no proper road surface..She had to work, as in those days there was no welfare. In fact she was a remarkable woman. On reflection I do not know how she managed.

About John Michael Backhouse

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