Ivor John Hiley

 The following article appeared in The Western Mail on 19th December 1918.

Western Mail 19th December 1918
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Ivor, his wife Maud and daughter Molly were victims of the 'Spanish Flu', a pandemic which spread rapidly at the end of World War 1 and killed hundreds of thousands of people.

Ivor was the son of a butcher in Barry in South Wales. He ran his own drapery business before the War and married Maud Williams in 1912. Their daughter Molly was born 2 years later. Ivor enlisted with the Royal Field Artillery and served in France as a Gunner with the 63rd Division Ammunition Column.

Following research by Steven John of the West Wales Memorial Project, Ivor was accepted for commemoration by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission in 2019 just over 100 years after his death, and his name was added to the CWGC website.

The Life of Henry Hiley Part 10 - life in Littleborough (Slaughterhouse, Tripe Shop, Peg Factory)

Today is the last post in Henry's description of life in Littleborough as he was growing up.

United Gathering on the Square, Littleborough
Whit Friday 1909 

The Slaughterhouse

At the top of Victoria Street there was a slaughterhouse. Milner Eastwood was the pork butcher and he would buy little pork pigs, keep them for a day or two, perhaps a week or two, I don’t know what, and that was in a place down at the very bottom of Victoria Street. Then when the time came for the pigs to be killed he would drive them up, a couple at a time. There would be Herbert, as I think of him now he was a weedy sort of chap, but there was Charlie, he was much stronger, and he was much better at actually killing the pig. We used to look through a crack in the wall, and with a poleaxe Charlie would stun the pig and then he’d cut its throat. Then he had Herbert to help him put the pig into a big bath of very very hot water. That allowed him to shave it. He took off all the bristles and then he went through the process of taking out the inside and all the rest of it.

The Tripe Shop

There was a tripe shop in the village as well. I can’t remember if that belonged to Milner Eastwood as well or whether it was a different man but he boiled his tripe in a little place, I would say in our back yard . It was a good 50 or 60 yards away from our back door, but he would boil up the tripe and then he’d take it to his tripe shop to sell. I never had a great fondness for tripe but of course there was a lot of waste and that was put on a little midden and that attracted the mice, and often enough I would take a mouse trap across there, catch a mouse and feed it to our cat.

The Peg Factory

There was a little shuttle peg factory across there as well. That was a noisy business but the metal was hotted up just like in a blacksmith’s smithy, for shoeing the horses. I won’t try to describe that process but it was interesting to watch, and it was pretty noisy – bang bang bang all the time as the hammer came down to shape the metal to make the shuttle peg for the weaving, for the cotton industry.

Views of Littleborough c 1930

William Hiley Bathurst

This Blog is mainly concerned with people who bear the Hiley (or Highley) surname, or who are related to a Hiley (or Highley). But there have been several instances over the years where Hiley has been used as a forename. One of these was William Hiley Bathurst, 1796-1877, an Anglican clergyman and writer of hymns.

William Hiley Bathurst

There were some notable people amongst William's ancestry. He was the son of Charles Bathurst and Charlotte Addington and the grandson of Anthony Addington, a Royal Physician, and Mary Hiley - from where his second forename came. Charlotte's brother Henry Addington, 1st Viscount Sidmouth, was the U.K. Prime Minister from 1801 to 1804. Mary Hiley was the great great granddaughter of William Hiley, Rector of Poole at the start of the 1600s, and Eleanor Haviland, a member of a prominent family with a history going back to Norman times.

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William was born near Bristol and educated at Winchester and Oxford. He was ordained a priest in 1820 and served as rector of Barwick-in-Elmet in Yorkshire until 1852, leaving the ministry due to being unable to re­con­cile his doc­trin­al views with the Book of Com­mon Prayer. For some time he was M.P. for Bristol. He retired into private life occupying himself with literary pursuits, firstly in Derbyshire and later in Lydney in Gloucestershire.

He wrote a number of works and volumes of poems, and was one of the early Church of England hymn writers and compilers, producing many hymns and versions of psalms.

One of W H Bathurst's most popular hymns

W H Bathurst Christmas Card

The Life of Henry Hiley Part 9 - life in Littleborough (Market Day, Easter, Bonfire time)

Henry continues his memories of life in Littleborough as a young boy - this time, events at different times of the year.

Market Day

We used to like Market Day. All the children liked the Market Day. When I go back to Littleborough now it’s such a tiny spot. I can’t imagine that there were so many stalls there. Every Friday evening I remember Charlie Bottle. He was the man who brought in the naphthalene flares, one for each market stall, to light the place up so that people could see what they were going to buy. There were grocery stalls, sweet stalls, patent medicines, all sorts.

I remember one of the patent medicine stalls where the man said that he had a specific that would cure anything in the world, any ailment except for cancer, consumption and sugar diabetes. He made no claim to be able to cure those three ailments. Another remedy he had for anybody with bronchitis. There was plenty of bronchitis in Lancashire, in Littleborough in those days, people with bad chests and bad coughs, and his remedy for that was for to go out into the field, locate and scoop up a convenient cowpat, bring it back, slap it on the child’s chest, and he claimed that that would cure bronchitis. I don’t know of anybody who tried it.

Easter

Everything happened in its season. At Easter time we might expect little troops of players to come and act out the pace egg play on the street, of St George slaying the dragon. I remember Saladin always used to get knocked down and call for a doctor. ‘A doctor, a doctor, £10 for a doctor’ and the doctor would stride up with a top hat and tell us that he could cure anything. He said he could cure ‘the itch, the pitch, the palsy and the gout. If you’ve got 19 devils in your skull, I’ll drive 20 of them out.’

In the pace egg play I don’t think it was Saladin because before the fight there strode into the arena – ‘Here come I the Turkish knight. Come from the Turkish lands to fight’. And then there was a set-to with Saint George. The Turkish knight of course was defeated, and then he had to call for the doctor. 

Bonfire time

Before bonfire time, we might ourselves go around the streets singing, just like carol singers go now, collecting money for a good cause but in our case it was ourselves. We would collect money in order to buy fireworks. The ones that the boys liked were little demons. They cost a ha’penny apiece and went off with a big bang. There was a thunderflash as well. That was a ha’penny firework. That made a big bang. We liked less noisy fireworks. Snowfire was a particular favourite. That made a splendid white light – beautiful. Chrysanthemum fountains, they were a bit more sparkly. The pinwheels were alright as long as you could get them to go round. The jumping jacks – they were favourites. We had sparklers as well – they were alright. We never went in for sky rockets. I don’t know why.

The Life of Henry Hiley Part 8 - life in Littleborough (Games, Ealees, Songs)

In the next few posts Henry talks about life in Littleborough as a youngster with his friends. In this post: street games, going up Ealees and singing songs.

Games

We played all sorts of games on the street. We used to play cricket wherever we could, a bit of spare ground however rough. We would chalk wickets on the gable end of a terrace. About 50 years later I went with Christopher to Victoria Street. There were no wickets chalked still on that gable end but when we went to the old school, the Central school, on the playground I was very pleased to see there were still one or two sets of wickets chalked on the school wall.

We used to chase around in the Wesleyan chapel grounds at the top of Victoria Street and Sam Mills who lived in the top house on the opposite side of the street, he would shout at us to clear off.

We played Tig, chased each other. We rolled bullies, those were iron hoops. The girls used to have wooden hoops. We played Relivo - I can’t remember what that game was. Hopscotch, that’s fairly obvious. We even did some skipping but skipping of course was more a game for the girls. We used to play games under the street lamps in winter. I used to like to see the lamplighter come round with his long stick. He had a naked light at the end of it. The pilot lights were left on in the street lamps and it was up to the lamplighter to turn on the gas and light the…… it couldn’t have been the pilot light because he lit it with his long stick.

 

Ealees

We used to like going up Ealees. That was country really. There was a stream up there and there were fields. We used to go to the Parish Church cricket ground. It was so tiny that when a game of cricket was played in the Sunday School league a hit to the boundary only counted 2 runs. There were no fours. And there was a river there. We used to play in it or close to it and one time we were playing up there, about 6 of us in our gang, and an aeroplane came down on a field on the opposite side of the river. And we climbed up, we went dashing up the slope to get to the field and the pilot leaned out. He was lost and he asked us where he was, so we told him that he was in Littleborough and he was able to find out exactly where he was on his map and he took off again. I don’t know where he went to.

We used to catch newts in a mill lodge up there. A lodge would be the water supply for the local mill at Ealees. That was where Grandpa Kershaw used to work. There were newts there. Once I fell into the river. I was frightened to go home so I went next door instead to Mrs Hoyle and I dried out as best I could in front of her fire.

Songs

We’d go round singing and these were the songs. ‘Here we come a copper coaling for the bonfire time. With a pickaxe and shovel we want to provide. For the day, for the day, for the diddle i do day’. ‘My mother sent me for some water, for some water for my tea. My foot slipped and down I stumbled. De diddle iddle iddle diddle iddle dee.’ ‘All around the house. Try to catch a mouse. When you’ve caught it by the tail. Hang it on a rusty nail. Give it to the cook. To make pea soup. Hurrah boys, hurrah boys. How do you like the soup?’

The photo below was taken in about 1922, most likely in Victoria Street in Littleborough.

On the front row, 3rd from the right is Henry Hiley. Next to the back row are Henry's sisters Edith (5th from the right) and Agnes (7th from the right). Henry's other sister Mary may be on the far right on the front row. Their older brother Sam is not in the photo.

Joseph Hiley

About a 15 minute drive from Thiepval is the town of Albert which played a major part in WW1 and was the main town behind the lines for the Allies on the 1916 Somme battlefields.

Joseph Hiley is buried at the Albert Communal Cemetery Extension in the town.

Joseph was from Yardley, Birmingham, historically in the county of Worcestershire. He had 4 brothers and 2 sisters and in 1911, aged 16, his occupation was a Wire Worker.

He joined the Royal Warwickshire Regiment, B Company, 10th Battalion. The Battalion was involved in the attacks on High Wood and the Battle of Pozieres Ridge. Joseph died of wounds received in battle on 31st July 1916, aged 21. His effects were sent to his father, also called Joseph.

A visit to Thiepval (4 - Leonard Hiley)

The post today returns to my trip to Thiepval in July and the last of the 4 names on the Memorial to the Missing of the Somme battlefields.

Leonard Hiley was born in Eccles, Lancashire in about 1885. He was educated at the Eccles British Schools. In 1905 he married Ethel May Whitehead in Weaste and they lived at 59 Knight Street, Eccles. Leonard and his father Beaumont Hiley were both Tripe Dressers. Leonard and Ethel May had 4 children - Dora (b 1906), Winston Beaumont (b 1910), Leonard (b 1912) and Gwyneth (b 1916).

Leonard was employed at the Ship Canal Sand Box Works at Weaste and enlisted in Salford in 1915 with the Lancashire Fusiliers 19th Battalion, the 3rd Salford Pals. He attained the rank of Lance Corporal. The Fusiliers' first taste of action was at Thiepval Ridge in the Battle of the Somme on 1st July 1916, the Salford Pals being almost wiped out. Leonard was one of those killed in action on that day.

An online 'Database of the Missing' can be viewed on the computers in the Visitor Centre at Thiepval. Leonard is among the soldiers shown and the images below are taken from this database.