Cadishead

Cadishead consisted mostly of brick, two-story council houses, a few shops, some farms, and wooded areas that filled with bluebells, foxgloves and daisys in the springtime. There was bus transport to nearby towns, while trains were used to travel to more distant places. Nearby was the Manchester Ship Canal, with a ferry service to Partington.

The Ice man delivered ice for the ice-box weekly, and the rag-and-bone man called regularly to trade our discarded bottles and rags for trinkets or goldfish.

There were some relics of the war in our area. A couple of streets away was an area that had been bombed, and had ruins of a few houses where we would play among the bricks and rubble. It was referred to as "the foundations", or more often, "the foundies".

Our school had a bomb-shelter - an underground cave where pupils and staff hid while air raids were in progress. We were not supposed to go down there any more, but we did. There were pools of water down there, which makes me wonder what it would be like down there during a raid, standing around in mud and puddles.

A small river, the River Glaze ran close by, and on its bank was an area we called the Willows that was full of willow trees. This was a popular place for us to play Cowboys and Indians, have archery contests, light fires and generally mess around. The willow trees also provided us with wood for our bows and arrows.

Many areas had their own "gangs" of kids who would play together and not mix with gangs from other areas. We were the Cadishead Kids, and in Glazebrook, on the other side of the river was the Glazey Gang. We usually respected each others territory, but occasionally a trespasser would be caught on the wrong side and sent firmly back to their own side.

Down the Lane nearby was a large recess, left over I think from either an abandoned waste-management or mining site, and it had filled with water. This sometimes froze over in the winter time and became our skating area. We had no skates, but had great fun sliding around in our shoes. Next to it was a large mound of a white substance - I don't know what it was, but we called it the Acid Tip. When there was snow, we would slide down this slope, with or without a home-made sled, and onto the pond. There had been occasions when one of the kids had fallen through the ice into the freezing cold water below it. Nobody was ever seriously hurt though, to my knowledge.

A smaller open space near our home was the site for our annual Guy Fawkes night. We spent about two to three weeks dragging branches from various places down the Lane to prepare the bonfire for November 5. Closer to the event, some of the adults brought old car-tyres and other items that would help the blaze, and one of the locals made the Guy - a dummy that would be placed on the bonfire before lighting it. On the night, almost everyone from the neighbourhood gathered for the bonfire, with their bucket of fireworks at the ready. Some of the fireworks were "bangers" ranging from tiny Tom Thumbs that the braver kids could hold in their hands, to larger "tupenny bungers" that could probably be heard from the next town. One of my favourites was the "rip-rap", or jumping jack, that was a folded-up string of small bangers. When lit, it jumped around as each fold exploded. Others were more colourful, and included snowdrops, Roman candles, rockets and many more. Sparklers were only for the very little kids.

Disastter at Bob's Ferrt - from Bram Taylor, (Ex Cadishead resident)
This account was researched and written by Duncan Hamman and has appeared in the Partington & Carrington Transmitter Community Newspaper.
On Tuesday April 14th 1970 Partington and Irlam hit the headlines with a disaster that resulted in the death of five local men. On that spring day, early morning workers were making their way over Bobs Ferry to start their days work at Cadishead and Irlam. The ferry had been carrying workers over the Manchester Ship Canal for almost a hundred years, on the short trip that took only a few minutes, from Lock Lane, near Our Lady of Lourdes School, to Bobs Lane, Cadishead. Taking ten passengers at a time, it was estimated that the 20-foot open boat carried 35,000 passengers, at ten pence per trip, each year.
The Ferryman's day started early at 5.30am, in order to get the early shift workers over the water, and continued until 11.00pm with trips every 15 minutes.
This particular morning Ferryman Bernard Carroll, aged 27 of Lock Lane, was worried for, during the first couple of crossings, he had noticed an unpleasant and unusual smell. Several of his passengers had complained of feeling unwell during the short trip, so Bernard decided to suspend the service until he had sought further advice. As he was phoning the police, several passengers, waiting on the jetty, were worried that they would be late for work and decided to row themselves over the canal. On his return Bernard could see the boat in the middle of the canal with the passengers obviously affected by a 4-foot high mist on the water. He jumped into another boat and started to row towards the drifting boat.
Eyewitnesses later told police that when Bernard was about 20 yards from the other boat the canal exploded into a sea of flames and both boats were engulfed in fire, this was followed by a series of explosions which shook houses a quarter of a mile away. About a one mile length of the canal became a river of fire 60 feet high and nearby houses in Lock Lane had to be evacuated. Nothing could be done until the flames had died down, then both boats were brought to the bank. The Ferryman had died and five people in the other boat were badly burned.
The injured were taken to Hope Hospital and some were later moved to the Burns Unit at Withington Hospital. Some time later it was discovered that three other passengers from the boat were missing, having either jumped or fallen into the canal. The canal was too polluted for police frogmen to be used and too deep to be dragged and it wasn't until two weeks later that the bodies of the three missing passengers were found. The whole of Partington was stunned by the disaster, which had devastated the lives of nine local families.
The Northwest Forensic Laboratory tested samples from the water and teams of men patrolled the canal banks in an effort to discover the cause of the fire. The inquest would be delayed until the mystery had been solved. Due to the closure of the ferry service local workers were faced with an eight-mile detour, over the High Level Bridge, to reach Cadishead.
On April 30th one of the injured passengers died in Withington Hospital and a fund was set up to help dependants to which Bucklow Council, the Manchester Ship Canal Company and local people donated a total of 2,300. Residents were nervous and the Fire Brigade was called out several times when mysterious smells came from the canal.
On May 21st Shell Chemicals announced they had carried out an internal enquiry as a result of which two workers had been suspended from duty. On June 26th the inquest took place at Eccles where coroner, Mr. Leonard Gorodkin, heard the evidence. It was revealed that several hours before the disaster the Dutch-owned vessel 'Tacoma' was being loaded with 1800 tons of petrol at Partington Coaling Basin. It was normal practice to have two men observing the operation as a safety precaution to ensure that petrol did not overflow into the canal. The two men admitted that instead of being on the quayside, they had gone to the canteen and had been there from 2.00am until almost 6.00am drinking coffee and talking. During this period it was estimated that about 14,000 gallons of petrol had flowed into the canal. The Coroner stated: "We will never know just what caused the petrol to ignite and this is a most horrifying story." He continued: "As a result of this inquest I hope people will realise that safety regulations are not just bits of paper."
A verdict of death by misadventure was recorded on the five who died in the accident, Albert Wimbleton aged 56 of Yew Walk, Brian Hillier aged 18 of Wood Lane, Roy Platt 29 of Daniel Adamson Avenue, Alan Cliff aged 17 of Birch Road and the Ferryman Bernard Carroll aged 27 of Lock Lane, all of Partington. The following were injured: Daniel MacAlister of Wood Lane, George Morrell of Lime Walk, Robert Kilgour of Camomile Walk and Stephen Hunter of Wood Lane.
The ferry re-opened some time after the fire but business declined, as many passengers were afraid of another disaster taking place. Jim and Dorothy Fogarty ran the service, for a time, but passenger numbers continued to fall and eventually the service was closed. The scene of the Partington Disaster is now deserted and covered in high weeds

7 comments:

  1. This is a pretty good run down on how Cadishead was in the 50s

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    1. Thanks for the visit and comment. It's encouraging to find someone has enjoyed viewing the Website.

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    2. The 'Acid tip' was actually a dump of refuse transported from the Tar works on the bank of the Manchester Ship canal next to Bob's Ferry which was a rowing boat ferry service from Cadishead across to Partington where our cousins Gordon and Ruth lived during the war. They had a specially made steel table to dive under. The ferry was a rowing boat that was 'skulled' using one oar from one oar at the rear. The boat could take two bikes across at once, the stood on the seats. it cost 2 pence each way. It was launched from a mooring platform about 15 feet square. One day when there was no one there we took the mooring ropes off the bollards to see what would happen. The result was it left the safety of the shore and started to move into the middle of the canal as it was tidal being an extension of the River Mersy in Liverpool!! Luckily for us we were under observation, Jimmy Eaton and me and were soon brought to shore by the owner in his boat moored elsewhere lucky for us or we would have sailed off to Manchester!! He gave us both a foot in the backside, don't know what for?

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    3. The actual 'foundations' were just that, unfinished houses just like ours. It was an 'Admiralty Estate', next door to us at no 3 Kent road once during the war lived an Admiral! Once the war ceased, they stopped building the flat-topped houses that we lived in and kindly left us kids the foundations that existed along the rear of Buckingham Road.

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  2. Thanks for the clarification on the Acid Tip.
    I remember the ferry; We were taken there one day with Mum and Dad, and Titch (my little brother), and we found some dead fish floating in the canal. We wanted to take them home to cook but Dad said no, even calling us "daft floppers" for even wanting to!

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  3. I remember those terrible days of 1945 when you wore that sleep-in gas mask then one great day bonfires in the middle of Buckingham Road VE DAY! Victory in Europe! After all the bombing around the steelworks and the docks. No more searchlights no more guns pounding!
    Peace!

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  4. Yes, they must have been horrific days, fo those who remember them. I was very young at the time, and remmeber very little of this, though I still get the "heeby-jeebies" when I hear sirens wailing. I remember we still had a couple of gas-masks in the house years later.

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