I am grateful to Ray White for giving me permission to use the introduction below and the excerpts which follow.
In Edwardian times it was common practice for families and friends to create albums of material that they may have created themselves or developed from other sources. This particular album, from Walsden in West Yorkshire, was started in 1914, at the outbreak of World War I, probably as a result of needing a distraction from the horrors of war, and was completed by 1923. It illustrates the high moral standards expected in these times, as well as the creative skills, albeit sometimes naive, of the individuals involved.There are a number of contributions from Hiley family members or from members of families connected with Hiley or Highley families.
Mr & Mrs J Hiley and family
Joseph and Bertha (nee Harrison) Hiley were mentioned in the last post. They had three children - Amy (b 1901), Percy (b 1903) and Clarice (b 1905). In the census of 1911 the family was living at 142 Hollins Road, Walsden. Joseph worked as a Cotton Weaver.
To leave Thy home in Heaven to guard
A little child like me
Try to B sharp,
never B flat,
& Always B natural
& Always B natural
J Hiley
You never can tell when you do an act,
just what the result will be,
But with its every deed,
But with its every deed,
you are sowing a seed,
Though its harvest you may not see.
Though its harvest you may not see.
Mrs J Hiley
Dear Jesus ever at my side
How loving Thou must beTo leave Thy home in Heaven to guard
A little child like me
Clarice Hiley
We may chisel them in marble
With a firm and steady hand:
But Dear friend there is an album
Full of leaves of snowy white
Where no name is ever tarnished
But for ever pure and bright:
And in that book of Life, God’s album,
May our names be penned with care,
And may all who here have written
Write their names for ever there.
We may write our names in albums
We may trace them in the sandWe may chisel them in marble
With a firm and steady hand:
But Dear friend there is an album
Full of leaves of snowy white
Where no name is ever tarnished
But for ever pure and bright:
And in that book of Life, God’s album,
May our names be penned with care,
And may all who here have written
Write their names for ever there.
Amy Hiley
If you’ve a mother with silvery hair,
Love one another, trust her with care.
As you grow older the least you can do
Is to do unto mother as she’s done for you
Mrs H Highley and Ruth
Harrison Highley was the son of James and Ellen (nee Harrison) Highley, mentioned in the last post. In the census of 1911, Harrison, his wife Mary Alice (nee Watson), and their two children Ruth (b 1902) and Jack (b 1903), were living at 7 Hollins Street, Walsden. Harrison worked as a Picker Maker.
If you’ve a mother with silvery hair,
Love one another, trust her with care.
As you grow older the least you can do
Is to do unto mother as she’s done for you
Mrs H Highley
When through the woods your roaming,
And there you chance to see,
A little flower forget-me-not,
Pluck it and think of me.
Ruth Highley - Nov 13/1915
And there you chance to see,
A little flower forget-me-not,
Pluck it and think of me.
Ruth Highley - Nov 13/1915
…courtesy of The White Files at whitefiles.org/aed
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