Saturday, 13 August 2011
STORM OVER SEDDONS 1969
Now, in the second decade of the twenty-first century, technology has given us a second chance with such photographs (although the old saying 'you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear' still rings true).Courtesy of the indispensable software
'Professor Franklin's Photo Effects' we can, at least, use equalisation to tease out a little more detail, albeit at the price of a drop in quality. Here we can just make out the vast bulk of Middlewich's main gas- holder in the middle of the picture (oddly, considering its dominating position, I can't find any other pictures of this structure in the collection).
It was part of our Sunday ritual in the 1960s to watch the top part of the gas-holder gradually get lower and lower as the demand for gas to cook the traditional Sunday Lunch rose. Out of shot, to the left, was a secondary holder which ran on wheels up and down a huge steel
framework. One day it fell off its track and was never put back again as the gas works was closed and dismantled at the end of the 1960s.
By that time, of course, North Sea gas was on the horizon and there's a little story in connection with this which needs to be recorded for posterity.
My Grandma lived in King Street, in the last house on the right before the railway bridge, and in the manner of those of her generation spent most of her time in the kitchen, which had been kitted out just before the war with that most basic of gas cooking implements a 'gas ring' (now mostly the preserve of campers using Calor Gas) together with a gas mantle on the wall which could provide light if the electricity supply failed (a not uncommon occurrence in the 50s and 60s, due to lack of generating capacity).
The North Sea gas people were able to convert the gas ring, but told Grandma that the mantle was out of date, no way of converting it existed and it would have to be abandoned.
Grandma refused to accept this and pointed out that at Middlewich Station, a short distance away down the track, a couple of the old gas lamps had been converted so that signalmen could find their way to their box on dark nights. Why, then, could her own humble gas mantle not receive the same treatment? It could, and it did.
* Having just re-read this, I've realised that it reads like it's building up to '...I can recall being struck by lightning.' Not deliberate, I assure you -ed.
SEE ALSO: SEDDON'S SALTWORKS AND GASWORKS FROM TOWN BRIDGE 1960s