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Life with my Grandad: A Nostalgic Look Again at the nineteenth and twentieth Century specializing in my Household’s History
Up to date on May 17, 2018 Karen Evans moreContact Writer The early years
My grandad, Frank Trigg, was considered one of eight brothers and two sisters who had been all born in the late 19th and early 20th century.
The household identify in those days was “Triggs”, but in some unspecified time in the future, it turned “Trigg” after the “s” was dropped. I’m uncertain when and why.
My grandad, born in 1906, was the fourth eldest boy.
His oldest brother Arthur, born in 1895, joined up with the Armed Forces on the outbreak of World War One, when he was 19. He survived the battle and returned to marry, but never had children. He died quite young, in the late nineteen thirties.
My grandad’s second oldest brother, Bob, born within the 1897, was additionally outdated sufficient to join up during the nice Battle and was away preventing at the frontline when he was simply 17 years previous . He survived a poison fuel assault and returned to the family residence after the conflict.
Next got here grandad’s oldest sister, Annie, born in 1899, adopted by sister Mary, born in 1901.
Subsequent got here Frederick – or Fred, as he was always identified – born in 1904. Fred went on to marry and have several children. He survived into outdated age, as he repeatedly visited grandad and grandma when my older brother, Eric, was a child in the 1950s.
My grandad, born in 1906, was to go on and have two children (my mum Audrey and my Uncle Ken).
Then got here another brother, Tommy, born in 1909. He married and had one daughter, Olga.
The next brother was Charlie, followed by Joe, neither of whom had kids. Joe by no means married, although Charlie did. I haven’t got their precise birthdates.
Lastly, the youngest brother was Willie, born in 1918, who later married and had a son and daughter. His daughter, Pat Beaumont, lives in Australia at this time, after emigrating in her youth.
My mum and Pat, first cousins, communicate with each other to this present day and change Christmas playing cards and letters.
Pat has a son, Kristian Beaumont, who got here to the UK for a go to within the 1990s to satisfy his extended household for the primary time. I was fortunate enough to satisfy him after he stayed with us for every week before flying back to Australia.
My mum has written down all her recollections and knowledge of the family historical past and some of it from the early years is slightly sketchy with the passing of time.
Grandad’s own mother was additionally known as Anne and had a sister, Mary. His own two sisters have been named after them.
I should say this has made it reasonably confusing for me when researching and writing about our household tree!
Researching on-line, I used to be lucky sufficient to find a census kind from 1911, detailing my grandad’s household. It confirmed that his father, Frederick Triggs, born in 1877 in Bristol, was a 34-year-previous brush-maker at that time. Grandad’s mother, Annie, born in Liverpool, was additionally 34 and a housewife.
It also confirmed that Arthur Triggs, then 16, was a brush-maker too and Robert Triggs, then 14, was an assistant mat-maker and wool-winder. Arthur and Robert have been both listed as being born in Liverpool, so the household had moved when they have been little.
The family should have moved around wherever grandad’s father found work, as the subsequent three siblings, Annie, Mary and Frederick, have been born in Seacombe, Cheshire, whereas my grandad was born in Liverpool. This was one thing I did not know earlier than. Solely younger Thomas Triggs – the youngest child at the moment – was truly born in Leeds.
Also living at the family house in 1911 was grandad’s maternal grandma, Mary Donnelly, then aged 69, who was a widow. She was listed as being born in Louth, Drogheda, Eire, in 1842.
Grandad’s Auntie Mary, his mum’s sister, was a widow, who had one son, Tom. He joined the Navy at a really younger age and sadly was killed whereas at sea throughout the first World Struggle at solely 16 years previous when his ship was hit by a torpedo. He was so young to lose his life while fighting for his country.
Grandad’s sister, Anne, went on to marry and had two daughters, Joan and Dorothy. They lived in Leeds all their life and mum all the time stored in contact with them. Joan’s married name was Peck.
Grandad’s other sister, Mary, had two children, including a daughter, Shirley Copley, who grew up to marry her sweetheart, Brian Manson. Sadly, Shirley’s brother turned epileptic and died at simply 5 years previous.
Mum additionally stored in contact with Shirley for many years. There was a household reunion in Yorkshire in the nineties and all of the surviving cousins were there. It was a really emotional occasion for my mum, who had not seen most of the household for years.
It was a very shut-knit group in the early twentieth century. Grandad’s shut household all lived in the identical road, Midland View. Grandad lived at number six. Later, in 1928, my mum was born there!
It has lengthy since been demolished and when mum went for a visit to Yorkshire in the 1990s, she found the entire space unrecognizable and felt fairly sad.
My grandad’s personal grandma lived with them, his Auntie Mary lived additional down the street and the opposite neighbours had been all good mates who regarded out for one another.
Wanting on the photograph (above) of all of the ladies (family and neighbours) posing in the street, it could seem to have been taken during World War One as a result of clothing and also attributable to the very fact there were no men pictured, because the majority were away with the troops.
Grandad had solely scant reminiscences of his own paternal grandmother. He recalled her as being “a bit of outdated lady with white hair” who used to take a seat next to the fire all the time when he was little as a result of she felt the cold.
We had a marriage certificate, dated tenth February 1873, showing that Thomas James Triggs, a brush-maker, aged 21, married Emma Welsford, aged 22, at Bristol Register Workplace. We imagine these had been grandad’s paternal grandparents. The bride’s father was a boot-maker and the groom’s father a brush-maker.
Thomas Triggs died aged 35 of coronary heart disease in 1887, in line with the dying certificate. So grandad’s recollections of an elderly lady sitting in front of the fire seem to tie in with this, as his paternal grandma would have been in her mid-60s and a widow by this time. People didn’t stay as lengthy in these days and somebody of their mid-60s would appear very outdated to a younger boy.
Italian ice-cream man precipitated quite a stir
In these days, it was uncommon to meet anybody who wasn’t a neighborhood individual, as of course, this was lengthy earlier than everybody had a automobile and the one transport was horse-drawn carriages.
It was therefore a trigger of nice pleasure when a younger Italian gentleman moved to the area, simply before the war in 1914, with his family.
He travelled spherical the streets promoting ice-cream! He pushed spherical a huge barrow – a much earlier model of right this moment’s ice-cream vans!
This was not a regular prevalence in those days and grandad’s mom and the other ladies in the neighbourhood all cherished the Italian ice-cream.
Prior to this, they must stroll to the native shop on the main street at the highest of the street if they wished to buy ice-cream. When the Italian gentleman began peddling his wares, all of the women would rush out into the street clutching a basin to buy their ice-cream.
When the Italian fell sick for some time, one other ice-cream salesman tried to “steal” his round, but the native women shunned him! They have been very loyal to their Italian ice-cream man.
The Italian connection … 70 years on
Strangely enough, mum recalled a tremendous coincidence which occurred within the late 1980s, when she labored within the workplace of Warburton’s Bakery in Blackpool. It was a kind of occasions when you would say. “It is a small world.”
One of many workplace cleaners, a darkish-haired, olive-skinned man, began his shift whereas mum was still within the workplace. He was laughing and joking with mum.
The cleaner, Tony Fusco, stated he was Italian and that he had been born in Hunslet Carr, mum’s birthplace. He said he had grown up there and that his father had been an ice-cream man!
The Fusco household had later moved to Blackpool, as mum had too, in mum’s case within the 1950s. It turned out Tony’s dad was the cell ice-cream man who had so delighted all the ladies on Midland View as a younger man in round 1914! Subsequently, he had gone on to run a profitable ice-cream enterprise.
On settling in Blackpool, Mr Fusco senior, who was small in stature, however very sturdy, grew to become something of a local movie star together with his impromptu strongman act on the seashore! On a regular basis, he would place bets with vacation-makers that he might carry a donkey on his shoulders from pier to pier and back, a distance of round two miles. (The donkeys have been there, after all, to provide youngsters rides in the course of the summer season season).
The guests were at all times drawn in by his bet and they never won, as amazingly, he always did handle to hold the donkey! Tony described how his father would duck beneath after which choose up the donkey in the same method a weight-lifter would raise a heavy bar-bell, bending his knees and preserving his back straight, while positioning the donkey throughout his shoulders, its head and front legs over one shoulder and its again legs over the opposite.
Maybe the donkey was comfortable to get a journey itself for a change instead of ferrying vacation-makers again and forth – who knows!
Mum thought this was absolutely hilarious and couldn’t believe this was the same one who had sold ice-cream to her grandma again in Hunslet Carr.
Sadly, Tony advised mum he had been disowned by his mother and father as a result of he had married an English lady they usually needed him to marry an Italian!
Still mum was amazed to have ended up working with Tony they usually had been colleagues and associates until mum left Warburton’s in 1991.
I have since achieved a little analysis on-line and found that the Fusco family had began out promoting ice-cream in Liverpool within the early 1900s after settling there from Italy. They started by mixing ice cream of their again rooms and promoting it from the three-wheeled carts they pushed across the streets. Finally, they opened outlets to provide both parlours and wholesalers.
So Mr Fusco senior had apparently moved from Liverpool to Hunslet Carr at the same time as grandad’s father made the same transfer.
There are still branches of Fusco’s Ice Cream Parlour in operation right now.
Grandad used to reminisce quite a bit about his youth to mum. One anecdote he always recalled was the very fact he had a bigger than average head when a baby.
The young boys normally wore hats in these days and this was found when his head was measured.
Grandad was teased about this, though in an affectionate and never a nasty means. He used to say to mum, “There’s just one head bigger than mine and that’s Flamborough Head!”
This was an east coast stretch of cliffs, a famous magnificence spot. He took it all in good humour.
He part-blamed this on a fall he had as a toddler, which he mentioned at all times left him with “bumps” on his head. One day, his mom was pushing his pram along Balm Road, Hunslet Carr, within the route of the native park, the place there was also a lake.
It was considered a neighborhood magnificence spot in those days (pre-1910) although grandad recalled there were rats dwelling there and in later years, the lake was filled in. According to the historical past books, it was filled in to make way for two crown bowling greens for Hunslet Lake Novice Bowling Membership in 1920.
On the fateful day as grandad was pushed along Balm Road, his mum by accident lost her grip and the pushchair went hurtling off down the hill, sending him flying out. He bumped his head on the pavement. Luckily, he wasn’t significantly injured, however he stated he had lumps on his head for the rest of his life after this accident.
When he was slightly boy, grandad joined the native Boys’ Brigade (or Boy Scouts, we are unsure which). He had a beautiful photo in his box of mementoes of the whole troupe in around 1910. I know grandad is on the image somewhere, however we don’t know which one is him, unfortunately.
He suffered from rickets as a baby, a condition that impacts bone growth, inflicting the bones to change into smooth and weak. With advances in health care, there may be a lot better treatment and prevention of rickets immediately. The most common trigger is an absence of vitamin D and calcium.
In those days, grandad simply lived with it and it was fairly common, often as a result of poverty and poor nutrition, however it affected his legs for the rest of his life.
Mum told me that when grandad was in the RAF during World Warfare Two, he was allowed to wear lengthy trousers on a regular basis, as a substitute of the shorts that his comrades wore, because of the deformities in his legs attributable to his childhood sickness. It did not affect his mobility, but simply the appearance of his legs, in adulthood.
As a result of his legs had been so weak as a baby, it was often onerous for him to take part in the Boys’ Brigade actions. His sister Anne’s husband ran the troupe and the activities included many long walks. Because of his legs, grandad was allowed to experience on the open-prime horse-drawn cart to their destination, a big subject, the place they’d put up their tent.
While there, they’d go apple-selecting and the cart can be laden with apples on their return. On one occasion, grandad said the horse took fright and bolted throughout the sphere, with apples flying off all around the place. He said this was where the saying came from, “Don’t upset the apple cart.”
In those days, the world was all rural, with simply horse-drawn carts for transport.
Mum recalled going again there years later and it had been constructed up and was a mass of visitors and houses, unrecognisable from how my grandad had remembered it.
When grandad was at school, he used to go house at lunch time (no school dinners then) and needed to run an errand throughout his break.
He would run to the railway sidings at the end of the road – the place the family’s next door neighbour labored – to take his sandwiches, or another meal, wrapped in a cloth on an enamel tray.
He additionally used to take him a jug containing just a few cups of tea.
The neighbour used to provide grandad a couple of pennies or “coppers” as a thank you for his efforts.
Early days of cinema
Grandad additionally recalled how there was once a pool corridor at the top of his street when he was nonetheless at college.
It was owned by his friend’s household and the highest flooring was converted into a cinema. He spent a lot of his leisure time there in his youth, sneaking in to observe the most recent motion pictures!
This was in the early days of cinema, when silent films were made, before the “talkies” had been invented.
Grandad, who was underneath 12 years previous presently, used to help his pal deliver leaflets to native houses publicising the week’s movies.
Youngsters weren’t allowed within the cinema, however grandad and his friend used to creep previous the ticket kiosk by crouching down so the box office clerk could not see them, run up the steps and crawl underneath the curtain to hide and watch what ever film was showing!
On the whole, however, it was not an easy life for teenagers in those days.
Grandad left faculty on the age of 12 or 13 – there was no occurring to college for extraordinary working class folks.
Everyone in the household went out to work, as there weren’t any state benefits both. They did “an honest day’s work for an trustworthy day’s pay”.
Grandad’s first job was in a shoe manufacturing unit. It was very onerous handbook work, utilizing machinery.
I don’t suppose unskilled youths could be allowed to use industrial equipment like this at this time attributable to health and safety laws!
Before the soles have been fastened to the uppers, the scale had to be stitched on utilizing a large industrial sewing machine with a treadle. This was heavy work for a younger lad, because it wasn’t an electric machine.
He was doing this all day (very long hours) and then at evening, after a full day’s guide work, he had to cycle home on his pushbike, exhausted.
He told his mum he discovered it onerous to cycle as a result of intense ache in his legs resulting from working the treadle machine all day. His legs could be in such nice ache resulting from having had rickets that his mother had to massage them each night, as he may hardly stroll.
People at present who complain they “do not like their job” would never have coped at the age of 12 or thirteen working in an industrial manufacturing unit. It was very exhausting guide work, however the family wanted the money and it had to be performed.
Grandad’s own father had initially moved to Hunslet Carr in Leeds to seek out work – folks had to go where the work was in these days. He worked in a factory, the local brush works.
In response to old paperwork we’ve found, grandad’s father was the third generation of the Triggs household to be a brush-maker.
The home where they lived on the time, at 6 Midland View, was tied in to his job at the brushworks and was rented from the Co-op.
Previous to living in Liverpool, the family had originated from Drogheda in southern Ireland. (This was my grandad Frank Trigg’s maternal grandparents’ facet of the family. His paternal grandparents had come from Bristol, as detailed earlier).
We’ve got some old delivery certificates and different documents confirming this, though we are a little sketchy on some of the dates.
Mum was at all times instructed the household had gone to Liverpool in search of work to escape poverty and the great potato famine in Eire, which started in 1845.
In response to the historical past books, potatoes were the staple weight loss plan of the rural population of Eire at that time. But there was a horrific famine in 1845 after a potato blight, ‘Phytophthora Infestans’, brought on them to lose 50 per cent of the crop that year.
The crop of 1846 was all however a complete failure and there was a very poor harvest in 1847. Three disastrous years in succession offered Ireland with huge problems.
Between 1846 and 1850, a million people in Ireland died of starvation, or the diseases associated with the famine.
We imagine grandad’s ancestors got here by boat to Liverpool at around this time to strive and start a new life. If this date is correct, this could be when my grandad’s own grandma was a baby.
Mum has an outdated marriage certificate, dated 20th February 1865, confirming the wedding of Charles Donnelly, a 34-12 months-old railway porter, to 27-yr-previous Mary Wasser, in St Augustine’s Church, Nice Howard Road, Liverpool. We think these have been my grandad’s personal grandparents, on his mom’s aspect.
So we consider Charles Donnelly must have been born in Eire in 1831 and would have been a younger man in his teenagers when the household moved to Liverpool through the potato famine.
On the time of the marriage in 1865, the groom’s father was listed as farmer Hugh Donnelly, while the bride’s was Patrick Wasser, a joiner. That is the earliest documented proof we have of our family historical past on my Grandad Trigg’s side.
So that is how grandad’s household came to be dwelling in England within the late 19th and early twentieth century.
A new profession for grandad
As a youth in his teenagers, grandad ultimately left the shoe manufacturing unit and located work at a funeral parlour. Mum is uncertain of the year.
Nonetheless, she mentioned it was a job he hated and he by no means spoke of it. She believed it upset him working there.
She stated, with hindsight, it must have affected him psychologically, as he developed a dislike of the dark which remained with him for the rest of his life and he always slept with a nightlight on.
After this, he turned an upholsterer. I don’t know if he had any formal training, but he turned very skilled.
He stored, in his box of mementoes, a hand-written guide of his revenue and expenditure which made him about 23 years old when he was working his own upholstery enterprise.
He did this for the remainder of his life and was meticulous along with his e-book-maintaining, all finished within the ‘copper-plate’ handwriting which he had been taught at college.
Births, marriages and deaths
It has been arduous to maintain monitor of the household tree with grandad having had so many brothers and sisters and with only sketchy information from the early days.
We do know that grandad’s parents had married in Liverpool before moving to Hunslet Carr and already had young kids, including my grandad, after they settled in Yorkshire.
I am thrilled that we’ve various marriage ceremony images from the early years, including the wedding of grandad’s youthful brother, Charlie, to his sweetheart, Kitty, in the thirties (pictured beneath). My Uncle Ken (mum’s brother) was a pageboy on this occasion.
We also have a photograph of the marriage of grandad’s older brother Arthur to Elsie, though I’m uncertain of the exact yr. Wanting on the fashions, it seems to be the 1920s.
As talked about earlier, Arthur survived being within the trenches throughout World War One and returned to Hunslet Carr to marry his old flame.
The couple did not have any youngsters.
Then, tragedy struck at a comparatively young age. In the late 1930s, Arthur was in a lot of pain together with his back. Mum believes this was simply earlier than the outbreak of World Struggle Two in 1939.
He was ailing in bed with what he thought was a painful boil on his back, however when his condition worsened, on a Friday, he asked the physician to return and go to him, being too sick to go to the surgery.
The doctor stated he would go on the Saturday, but – not realising the seriousness of Arthur’s condition – he went to observe a football match first.
Through the afternoon, Arthur’s situation deteriorated and by the time the physician came, it was too late and he died. It turned out it was not a boil causing the ache, however an abscess on his spine, which had burst and prompted an infection throughout his body.
Mum said there were no antibiotics then and illnesses corresponding to this could prove fatal.
I am not sure where the photograph on the seashore (above) was taken. Mum thinks it might have been at Bridlington, which was near Flamborough Head.
Nonetheless, it may presumably have been taken at Scarborough, as each had been popular destinations for guests in those days.
Mum has one other photograph of Arthur and Elsie, also taken on an unknown seashore (on the fitting).
What amazed me when looking at them was the truth that the males all wore fits and ties on the seaside. They have been all the time neatly dressed even when sunbathing and stress-free on vacation, although I did word that Elsie had taken off her footwear on one photograph.
I believe they’d shudder if they noticed some of the beachwear at present, with bikinis, micro-shorts, topless sunbathing and thongs. The girls all the time appeared elegant within the 1920s and ’30s, regardless of the place they were.
I additionally observed that Arthur was at all times smoking a pipe, as my grandad did his whole life.
We also have a photo of (we predict) grandad’s brother, Tommy, on his wedding ceremony day (pictured beneath). I am unsure of the yr, as there was no date written on the reverse. We think it’s Tommy. Again, it’s a disgrace we don’t know for positive the identification of the bride and groom.
The couple by no means had youngsters, though enjoyed an extended and happy marriage.
Charlie joined the military at the outbreak of World Struggle Two, when he would have been in his late 20s. He had his photograph taken in his uniform and my grandad had stored the photo (pictured, proper) in his field of mementoes for the remainder of his life.
Charlie survived the warfare and returned safely to the family in 1945.
Older brother Arthur had a photograph taken of himself in his military uniform from the 1914-18 warfare. I presume the younger lads had the photographs taken on the time for their wife, sweetheart or mom again dwelling.
Once more, my grandad had stored Arthur’s photograph in his field of mementoes.
Ironically, Arthur would have been becoming a member of up for the army too at the outbreak of the Second World Warfare in 1939, had he not died tragically from the burst abscess.
All of the brothers who have been of the right age had joined up throughout the warfare. It will need to have been dreadful for his or her mother, with eight sons, not figuring out if she would ever see them again.
Another household wedding of which we have now a photo was this one (pictured below). I do not know the details, unfortunately, as there was no info on the reverse of the photograph. It could also be certainly one of grandad’s cousins. It may be his youngest brother, Willie. Nevertheless, it is quite unhappy not knowing for sure.
The bridesmaid and pageboy had been my mum and my uncle Ken, which might have put the date because the mid-1930s.
My mum looked very fairly in her bridesmaid’s dress and a floral head-costume, while Kenneth was dressed all in white, in what regarded like a silk suit. I do not suppose youths at the moment could be completely satisfied at having to put on a swimsuit like this for a marriage ceremony. How occasions have changed!
A really glamorous family wedding was that of grandad’s youthful sister, Mary, to a Mr Copley (pictured, beneath).
It appears to have been in the early 1930s, looking at the fashions and the actual fact my Uncle Ken looks about six or seven on the picture.
The gorgeous bouquets and matching lace outfits on the bridesmaids completely complement the gorgeous bride.
As detailed earlier in this Hub, they went on to have two youngsters, a son and a daughter.
Pictured (under) is a photograph of the couple a couple of years later in their garden with their younger son, who tragically died in childhood after suffering from epilepsy since delivery.
In these days, illnesses and medical situations – that are vastly more treatable today due to medical advances – often led to early deaths, unfortunately. Many children did not even see their first birthday.
The case of younger Master Copley, Mary’s son, was a very tragic one. He was a fantastic baby and such a cute child, however was all the time very poorly.
Consequently, his mother determined to not risk sending him to the state school, as she feared it would make him more ill and could probably be fatal ought to he have a seizure whereas at school. She planned to coach him at home.
Nevertheless, when he did not start faculty at age five, as required by legislation, the varsity board advised Mary she couldn’t keep him at house, regardless of his sickness. When she refused to send him to highschool, they concerned the authorities (I presume the equivalent of Social Services immediately) and they took the boy off Mary and put him in a home many miles away, in one other city.
The family was heartbroken, as with poor transport hyperlinks, Mary could hardly get to see her son. Then, sooner or later, when she arrived for a visit, she was told the shock news that he had died. What a terrible shock – and what a strategy to do things! She had no prior warning – she just arrived to visit her little boy and was informed he was deceased.
Though he was an epileptic and the reason for death was stated to be linked to this, Mary at all times said he died of a broken coronary heart on account of being separated from his beloved mama. Tragic indeed.
Based on nationwide statistics, within the nineteen thirties, children were born into a dangerous world.
Every year, 1000’s died of infectious diseases like pneumonia, meningitis, tuberculosis, diphtheria and polio.
Infant mortality – deaths of kids earlier than their first birthday – was around one in 20. Penicillin was not even invented until 1944.
Poverty, poor diet and bad dwelling conditions lay at the root of a lot childhood sickness, based on the docs of the era.
However … I digress.
To return to the happier topic of family weddings, I am sorry to say we have no pictures of my grandad’s own marriage ceremony to my grandma, Ivy Trigg (nee Garnham) which was in 1927.
Some of our picture albums have gone lacking through the years after the chaos of a number of home strikes. We are hopeful they are going to flip up again in some unspecified time in the future.
The only surviving picture we’ve of this glad occasion is of grandad in his wedding go well with, posing at residence before his impending marriage. He would have been 21 years of age.
This seems young by in the present day’s standards, however bear in mind he had been working since leaving faculty at the age of 12 or 13, so had been a working man for round nine years in those days.
After the wedding, grandma and grandad went on to have two youngsters, my mum, Audrey, in 1928 and a few years later, her little brother, Kenneth. (Mum and Ken’s own early life growing up in Yorkshire has been documented in one other Hub already).
One other happy event within the household was all the time a christening. Sadly, we have few christening pictures till the 1960s. I’m unsure why.
Mum felt her dad’s aspect of the household had been introduced up as Catholic in past instances, however she did not recall anybody of my grandad’s or her own technology being significantly religious. His mom had been brought up a Catholic, but the members of the family weren’t working towards Catholics by the time mum was born and christened.
All the children have been christened, regardless of the family’s beliefs at that time.
The photograph exhibits my grandad’s youngest brother, Willie Trigg, together with his spouse Mary and child daughter Patricia Trigg in a posed studio photograph to rejoice Pat’s christening.
That is the baby woman who grew up and married to turn out to be Pat Beaumont (as detailed earlier in this Hub) – later to emigrate to Australia.
Grandad’s brother Fred also married at this time, but unfortunately, we haven’t any pictures. Mum heard how one in all his daughters was trying to compile our household tree within the nineties. Nevertheless, we don’t know if she ever succeeded and maybe hit the identical snags as I’ve.
Incidentally, our household wasn’t with out its scandal, which mum revealed to me when compiling these memoirs. Grandad’s second youngest brother, Joe, was apparently a bit of a rogue. He by no means married and was, in modern day phrases, a “Jack the lad”, in keeping with mum. He dated numerous women, but did not settle down with any of them.
In the course of the 1940s, he had an affair with a married girl who had two children. She managed a shop and lived within the flat above. One evening, the husband arrived dwelling unexpectedly and in an effort to escape, Joe had to climb out of an upstairs window.
Mum recalled, as a baby, seeing Joe’s “girlfriend” and thinking what an unattractive lady she was and wondering what he saw in her!
Sadly, Joe died at a comparatively younger age himself. He was solely 47. There don’t look like any surviving photos of him, sadly.
Stigma surrounded a household illness
Mum has told me a quite odd recollection referring to the sad dying of .my grandad’s father, who wasn’t an previous man by any means.
The brothers and sisters were all gathered collectively on the household dwelling at Midland View when their father fell critically sick. They had been heartbroken when he instructed them that he was dying.
Whereas on his deathbed, he advised the children “by no means to booze”, as a result of he said that was why he was dying – that consuming an excessive amount of alcohol had made him in poor health and was killing him. The kids thought this was to dissuade them from drinking.
Nevertheless, my grandad learned, a while later, that his father had actually died of tuberculosis, however was spreading the rumour that he was dying of alcohol-related ailments due to the stigma connected to having TB. It was a very critical, killer disease in those days and sufferers were typically saved in isolation in hospital, not allowed to see even their very own family.
Grandad’s father had spent a while in hospital himself and whereas there, he needed to sleep outdoors on a verandah, as contemporary air was believed to be the cure.
Some sufferers did indeed survive TB, however my great-grandad was not one of many lucky ones and it killed him ultimately.
It seemed bizarre to me that he would favor folks to suppose he died of self-inflicted alcoholism than of an illness which was not his fault. However such was the social stigma connected to TB that my great-grandad didn’t wish anybody to know he was dying from it – not even his own children.
With fashionable-day advances in drugs, will probably be laborious to think about that at the moment, when grandad’s neighbour’s son stored falling over, other neighbours blamed “booze” and said he must drink an excessive amount of!
However he was solely 16 or 17 years old and was regularly breaking bones when he fell. With hindsight, mum realized he should have suffered from brittle bone illness, though this was not a recognized medical condition in those days.
Grandad’s early married life and fatherhood
Following my grandad and grandma’s wedding ceremony, that they had two youngsters, my mum, Audrey, in 1928 and a few years later, her brother, Kenneth.
Mum was a tiny child – she weighed less than a 2lb bag of sugar – and apparently grandad’s sister, Anne, described her as looking like “a four-penny rabbit”, which meant very scrawny, adding that she “wouldn’t final a 12 months”.
This was proven mistaken (as I’ve documented in another Hub about my mother).
Mum recalled that after she was born, grandad’s employer (I am unsure who this was at the moment) gave him a very costly pedal automobile as a present for her. I presume grandad had taken salaried employment, in addition to working his own upholstery enterprise, to provide for his household.
Nevertheless, as a toddler, mum was nonetheless very small and her little legs weren’t lengthy or robust sufficient to pedal the big toy car.
By this time, they were residing at 25 Throstle Lane. Grandad would push mum, within the pedal automotive, all the best way there and back once they went to go to his mom, using a giant persist with propel the automobile from behind!
Mum mentioned the route was a mixture of roads and fields, however primarily fields. How match grandad must have been!
When mum was a toddler, they moved to 3 Southleigh Grove, to a bungalow, where sadly, her beloved pedal automobile came to an unlucky finish some years later.
Kenneth was solely a younger boy presently and in my mum’s absence, one Saturday afternoon, he had been enjoying together with her automotive in the backyard. He had one way or the other pushed it up on to the rockery, the place a bonfire had blazed on November fifth, Bonfire Evening, the night time earlier than. The stays of the fireplace should have been still smouldering.
Mum arrived home to find her automobile had been burned whereas she was out and she was very upset, because it was ruined.
Grandad worked exhausting on his personal upholstery and furniture-making enterprise, going into partnership with a friend, Albert Oldfield, sooner or later and buying new premises.
I can still remember the deal with to at the present time: Trigg and Oldfield, 76 Wakefield Highway, Ossett, Yorkshire. This is engraved into my brain, since when I used to be a child living in Blackpool, I used to write down to grandad each week. He would write to mum and always put a notice in to me.
My grandparents didn’t have a automotive at that time and the whole household would stroll lots. Mum recalled, as slightly lady, going for a walk with her dad and mom up a steep hill. She was pelting alongside, but stored checking behind to see if grandma and grandad have been following, which of course they had been.
They were really walking to a buyer’s house so grandad could gather payment for an upholstery job he had simply completed.
Incidentally, for his whole life, grandad had saved mum’s first pair of shoes – a tiny pair of black leather-based boots – which will need to have had sentimental worth.
With grandad’s own mum now being widowed, he and grandma would visit her on a regular basis and she took great delight in the grandchildren.
My mum’s recollections of her grandma are somewhat scary, however.
Mum recalled. “My Grandma Trigg used to frighten me to demise at instances with tales of the ‘banshee’ wailing. I only discovered just lately a banshee is the Irish spirit which takes you away at dying. She also used to speak about individuals taking part in playing cards on a Saturday night and by to Sunday morning, saying the ‘cloven foot of the satan was beneath the table’, because cards were frowned upon, particularly on a Sunday.”
The majority of the family nonetheless lived around the same space and at all times remained close-knit. Grandad’s sister-in-regulation, Elsie, turned a frequent companion to her mother-in-legislation.
After grandad’s older brother Arthur died younger, within the nineteen thirties, Elsie, his widow, went to reside together with her sister, taking together with her a ravishing musical sewing-box, which had been a wedding ceremony reward.
Mum recalled that when Elsie died, many years later, a few of the Triggs household were upset because they felt the musical field was a household heirloom and a memento of Arthur, however Elsie’s sister stored it.
None of them asked for it back, however.
Grandad’s mom Anne died in 1956 at the age of 78. Her sister Mary – grandad’s aunt – lived until nicely into her 90s.
Grandad’s brother, Tommy, was a eager cricketer and played for a neighborhood workforce (pictured under). He was very athletic and good-looking. They had received a league trophy in the photograph beneath.
Grandad himself wasn’t sporty (the aftermath of getting suffered from rickets as a baby) however what he lacked in sporting agility was more than compensated for by his great skills as a pianist.
He was completely self-taught and realized to play the piano by hours of follow in his youth.
He was a gifted pianist for all his life.
Even into old age, he used to play for grandma, mum and me. I recall one tune he played was Irving Berlin’s “What’ll I do?” (which was a love tune of its day) and another was, “Abide With Me.”
Grandad remembered all of the lyrics and used to sing as he played: “What’ll I do when you are far away and I’m blue, what’ll I do? What’ll I do when I am wondering who is kissing you, what’ll I do? What’ll I do with only a photograph to inform my troubles to? When I’m alone with solely desires of you that won’t come true.”
It was quite a unhappy tune actually. It regained recognition when it was recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1947, but grandad had discovered to play it long before then. After i hear it as we speak, it reminds me of him still.
Grandma and mum could not hearken to “Abide With Me” with out crying. It reminded mum of a funeral music, she said!
Incidentally, my Uncle Ken inherited grandad’s skills at enjoying the piano and was also a brilliant, self-taught pianist, who could not learn a word of music.
He played “boogie-woogie” and i remember when I was young watching him play the piano, his fingers flitting over the keys at an astounding price. He could have performed professionally, I am sure.
Sadly, mum and that i did not inherit grandad’s musical abilities, as I recall after hours of painful piano lessons at school!
I learned the basics – the right way to learn music, the right way to “drill” by enjoying scales over and over again, the difference between a pointy and a flat notice, how to write music. I reached my Grade 6 Pianoforte examination and managed to cross that when I was about 13 years old.
However I used to be never a naturally gifted participant and it was all a chore to me! I wish I had inherited grandad’s talent too.
Frank Sinatra singing What’ll I Do – considered one of grandad’s favourite songs
Household days out within the nineteen thirties
Mum stated that when she and Ken were children, household trips included going to the Lake District in Cumbria for the day, for the entire extended household and friends.
We had some photographs taken on the Lakes within the late thirties and we have been most upset to find they had been among people who had gone missing once we moved home. We hope to find them again sooner or later.
The Lake District was a well-liked vacation spot for families, who loved the tranquility and contemporary air, not to mention actions equivalent to boating on the lake.
Mum could not remember whether they had travelled by coach or practice, but she recalled how the more athletic members of the family and the children (herself and Ken included) used to take out rowing boats on Lake Windermere.
Mum advised me, “My dad didn’t know learn how to row. Mum, me and his mum had been in slightly boat, with dad rowing. He hadn’t a clue and it was going round and spherical. Mum was screaming – she was scared. Lake Windermere was a huge lake and she made him return to the shore – we had only gone a few toes!”
Mum recalled how different members of the celebration, in bigger boats, had a race to an island in the middle of the lake.
“I do not know which lot gained, however our Ken was in a type of boats,” mum added. “It was a lovely, scorching day. My mum walked on the street along with her footwear off. There were no cars on the roads then.”
Grandad had loads of fascinating tales
As mum and Kenneth grew older, they discovered their dad was a mine of information, with plenty of fascinating tales to tell them about their family’s past. That is how mum was able to relate so much to me at present about the bygone days.
Grandad associated how, during the nice Warfare, the household spotted an enchantment in a nationwide newspaper, in the notices column, where a London solicitor was looking for sisters “Anne and Mary” and then associated the surnames “Wasser” and Donnelly”. These were the names on the old marriage certificate from 1865 – grandad’s own grandparents on his mom’s aspect.
Grandad would have been about eight or nine years previous when the attraction appeared within the newspaper. It stated they might be taught “something to their benefit” if they responded.
They bought in touch with the London solicitor and it transpired considered one of their uncles had died instantly in Australia, leaving quite a substantial sum of cash and no close family. He had been a sheep farmer.
So my nice grandma might have been rich … but for the very fact she and Mary had no formal identification paperwork and could not show who they had been!
That they had no delivery certificates and couldn’t prove they had been descendants of the Wassers or the Donnellys.
They have been unable to say the small fortune which their uncle had left without proof. This might have modified the course of our household historical past!
A few years later, when mum was an adult, she contacted a solicitor herself to ask what would have occurred to the cash. She was told that if no proven family had been found in a specified time, the money would have “gone to the crown” and it was unimaginable to claim it now. She had hoped she would possibly have the ability to trace it, as it would have been nice for grandad and his surviving brothers to have some cash for his or her old age.
However it wasn’t to be, unfortunately.
Grandad also associated how one other uncle was a ship’s captain in the nineteenth century who traded in spices, salt and different commodities from India. He had been to many exotic locations, which most odd folk in these days could only dream of seeing.
Typically, he brought home fairly strange mementoes of his trips for his household … on one occasion, he arrived back with a large, 2ft long, stuffed salamander, contemporary from the taxidermist!
This was fully alien to people in the UK right now. It was so rare that it was introduced to the native faculty, the place it was positioned in a glass show cabinet, where it was always a supply of great fascination.
One uncle was a college instructor – the school was Hunslet Carr Primary School, on the junction of Leasowe Street and Woodhouse Hill Street, Leeds. It was here that the salamander was on show for the pupils. Both grandad Frank Trigg and grandma (then Ivy Garnham) had been pupils at this faculty. The old-fashioned buildings were partly demolished in more recent years and a new college constructed on the positioning. Mum presumed all of the previous artefacts from grandad’s schooldays would have lengthy been disposed of,
The uncle who was a ship’s captain additionally introduced again ivory trinkets. In fact, this was many years before the ivory commerce was identified to be cruel. Mum’s grandma had many carved ivory ornaments in her cabinet when mum was a toddler.
Mum stated, “This was at a time of slaves being shipped to the USA. My dad stated this uncle would by no means carry slaves back. Anyhow, the ship eventually went down in Liverpool and when dad was younger, he remembers the ship’s brass bell and a huge thermometer being within the cellar of 6 Midland View.
“Once they were youngsters, they took the mercury out – he known as it quicksilver – and used to watch it ‘run’ around the floor. They were not supposed to contact these items!”
The entire objects within the cellar and the carved ivory ornaments have been offered in some unspecified time in the future.
The ship’s captain had died, it was noted, after being given an ice-chilly drink when he had a pain in his chest thought to be indigestion! In fact, mum mentioned, with hindsight, it was extra prone to have been a coronary heart attack.
Family lost out on a fortune a second time
Another story that grandad informed mum associated to how the Triggs household might have lost out on a large sum of money from shares that they once owned.
To today, it stays a mystery the place the shares came from – one that won’t ever be solved, unfortunately, as a result of passing of time and scant information.
Apparently, the shares had been bequeathed to grandad’s mum Anne and her sister Mary by their own mother. Nonetheless, whether this was from the Irish Donnelly or Wasser ancestors my grandad did not know. He stated the Triggs were certainly not rich.
Mum recalled, “Dad mentioned his mum and her sister owned some shares and so they used to get money from them. Strange folks did not personal shares in these days!
“Simply after the 1914-18 warfare, some man got here along, supposedly from the corporate – or so he stated – and informed them that the shares were ‘useless’. He provided to purchase them from Anne and Mary. Being uneducated and having cash issues on the time, the shares were sold cheaply.
“He was possibly a con-man. At an older age, my dad thought this.”
After all, with hindsight, the company would not have wished to purchase back shares that have been ineffective and price nothing!
Grandad purchased a motorbike
When mum was a kid in school, she recalled how grandad had purchased a motorbike and used to let her journey pillion.
This was when she was only 4 or five years previous and earlier than Kenneth had began faculty.
“Dad would take me to highschool on the pillion – no helmets in these days!” said mum. “Imagine little me on it, holding on to my dad for pricey life!
“There was no site visitors on the roads in those days, though.”
By the way, mum said the roads had been so quiet that she recalled playing in the varsity playground as a kid, without being supervised by a teacher. The gates were left unlocked and in the event that they lost any toys through the fence, the pupils used to simply nip out into the road and get them!
Mum remembered a hoop and wooden stick and the hoop generally went into the street, so she would simply go and retrieve it. Can you imagine this occurring as we speak? Thoughts you, it was totally different in these days, with no site visitors, I suppose.
World Conflict Two 1939-forty five
Because the nineteen thirties drew to a close, with the outbreak of World Struggle Two, my grandad joined the RAF – not as a pilot, however as an aircraft engineer. He was 33 years outdated at this time.
The younger Trigg brothers joined up too, although within the Military.
When grandad joined up and was finishing his training within the UK, his commanding officer excused him from the usually necessary marching due to his leg issues. He was given the unusual job of refurbishing and repairing all the seats within the airbase cinema!
Grandad was then deployed to Iraq to the RAF airbase, Royal Air Force Station Habbaniya, where he remained at some point of the warfare, repairing and servicing the aircraft. He was unable to serve on the frontline because of the rickets he had suffered as a child completely affecting his legs.
He was a member of No 157 Restore and Salvage Unit, in accordance with his discharge papers at the tip of the struggle
With hindsight, I’m glad he was an engineer, or he could not have returned, like the thousands of other younger males who lost their lives.
Whereas overseas, grandad grew to become the unofficial squadron barber, earning himself a few pence by cutting his comrades’ hair. He at all times charged the officers extra! Mum advised me that before becoming a furniture-maker, grandad had all the time fancied being a barber.
Grandma worked in a munitions manufacturing facility to support the struggle effort whereas grandad was away.
Mum stated during the conflict, grandma made sure the children never went in need of anything.
Grandad was discharged from the RAF on 31st October 1945 to return to Civvy Avenue.
We know little of his day-to-day life while serving overseas. He never spoke of it, to my information, although he kept amongst his private possessions some pictures taken together with his pals within the RAF and also an amazing caricature of himself, drawn by one in every of his mates through the battle.
I noticed in granddad’s older photographs, he was typically smoking a cigarette. In later life, this was replaced by a pipe (more about this later).
By the way, mum said her brother, Kenneth, at all times wanted to comply with in grandad’s footsteps in his youth and join the RAF.
But unfortunately, he did not go the medical resulting from his eyesight not being adequate. Mum said Ken was upset about this, however there was nothing he could do, sadly.
Grandad’s upholstery business
It was when grandad returned to Yorkshire after the struggle that his enterprise took off and for the rest of his life, till retirement, he was a furniture-maker and upholsterer.
Mum said she recalled grandad establishing his business premises at the positioning of the previous fever hospital in Wakefield. I have achieved some research on-line and located this was Snapethorpe Hospital, which operated as a hospital from 1907-1954. His enterprise accomplice was Albert Oldfield and so they employed several workers, together with grandad’s brother, Charlie.
Grandad was a “fingers on” employer and continued to do the laborious work himself. At one time, they had some main contracts, together with all of the refurbishments for Tetleys Brewery. In addition they refurbished the Woolpack Inn for the tv “cleaning soap” Emmerdale Farm (now Emmerdale) when it started in 1972.
The Woolpack is a traditional nation pub at Esholt with a well-known heritage, being the setting for ITV’s Emmerdale for many years.
The story of Trigg and Oldfield, in later years, was rather a sad one.
They misplaced the Tetleys contract when the brewery’s management modified and little doubt somebody undercut them.
Then, sadly, grandad began suffering from heart issues, which led to various coronary heart attacks. He was unable to continue the “palms on” role that he liked, as his health would not permit him, though he nonetheless remained a accomplice in the enterprise. He remained on medication for his coronary heart problems for the remainder of his life.
I know, at some point, Trigg and Oldfield had moved to smaller premises at 76 Wakefield Highway, Ossett, as mentioned earlier on this Hub. I presume, in modern terms, this was “downsizing”, as these appeared to be lock-up premises. (I’ve researched this and found the constructing is now occupied by a business known as Bags four Every thing).
It is quite surreal for me to suppose how a few years my grandad will need to have spent here, as I by no means actually visited the premises, but they should have been an enormous a part of his life.
The 1950s and ’60s
In the two decades after the end of the Second World Struggle, grandad saw both his children fortunately married and he did indeed change into a grandad.
My uncle Ken married his sweetheart Anne and that they had four children, Lesley, Martin, Nigel and Phil. They emigrated to Canada when the children were very young.
Unfortunately, I too was very young then and have only scant memories of this period of my life, which is a disgrace. I wager I might’ve had some nice times with my cousins as kids.
Though Uncle Ken got here for a visit to the UK in the 1980s and stayed with us for a holiday, I haven’t seen any of these members of the family since.
Thankfully, I am in contact with my cousins Lesley and Phil by way of Facebook.
Lesley and that i are an identical age and infrequently catch up on the family news throughout the miles. Her birthday is simply three days after mine. We have both commented it is a shame we could not spend more time together as kids and exit as a household with grandad and grandma.
My mum married dad, Richard Evans, in 1957.
My brother Eric and that i had been brought up in Blackpool, Lancashire. (I’ve documented this in detail in another Hub).
My brother was 15 when I was born and I know he had a detailed relationship with our grandad. I have many pictures within the family albums of Eric and grandad spending completely satisfied times together.
From my own recollections, I believe grandad used to come back over to Blackpool to see us many times a yr and spend the weekend with us.
Grandma ran a guesthouse, called ‘The Erica’, at one time and looking on the outdated photos, taken exterior, grandad was a big hit with the visitors they usually all the time regarded like they have been having a giggle.
There was a swing within the yard that had belonged to my brother and grandad might be found fooling around and swinging on it!
My own childhood
Grandad all the time stayed at Christmas and New Year, too. I remember this period as feeling like Father Christmas had arrived when grandad came, as he would arrive on Christmas Eve with our presents and used to place them in enormous sacks that had been bigger than me!
One year, he brought me two guinea pigs, which I adored. We had a big hutch for them within the dining room. He mentioned they had been each feminine … which proved to be incorrect once we came downstairs one morning and located they’d had infants! Fortunately, I was capable of finding them properties with pals.
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Oh I forgot to mention. I used to be born and brought up in Blackpool.
2 months in the past
Hello Karen – I’ve come across your weblog before and get pleasure from reading it. I typically surprise if we now have some shared family history. My grandmother was a Trigg (Alice Trigg). She married John Hetherington and settled in Sheffield. Her family originated from Ireland and had been brush makers. They moved from Ireland to Liverpool within the 1800s to set up a brush manufacturing unit. It burnt down and wasn’t insured so the household dispersed all over the UK. It could also be a coincidence that our Trigg relatives have been brush makers. Anyway, thought I would simply ask if you assume there could also be a connection. Thanks. Love the pics.
Brenda Jane Turner
I’ve simply discovered your Hubs and I love the historic ones. My mother was born in the identical period and that i learn about the occasions with fascination. Thanks for such a lovely learn.
Thank you, George, for commenting. It’s gratifying to know you’re enjoying my articles so much.
Mr George Martin
three years in the past from Boston, Massachusetts
I’m following your nostalgia Hubs with curiosity. They actually seem to seize the spirit of the period and i virtually feel like I know your family. Voted up.
3 years in the past from Lancashire, England
I have really loved tracing my family history. It is all thanks to my mum actually, as she wrote down all her memories over time and I have plenty extra to write down on right here. I just have not had sufficient time recently, unfortunately. Pleased you enjoyed the read.
3 years in the past from Canada
You might be fortunate to be able to trace your loved ones again a bit. That is an fascinating learn and shows us a look back on the not so distant past.
four years ago from Lancashire, England
Thank you, Ali, to your comment. I am pleased you loved my Hub!
four years ago from Blackpool
A really attention-grabbing Hub with loads of fascinating particulars of your granddad’s early life. I loved studying this lots. thanks for sharing your recollections.