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One of my favourite photographs that was taken in early 1969. It could easily have been the cover for an album. But where is it? I know but I won't tell you yet. :)View attachment 103152
Lyons street at Pitsmoor. Carwood pub toward bottom, in front of Firth Brown. Roads on the right Edgar st Thorndon with paper shop on the corner then Earsham st east and a couple after that.
 
Mick, just bought a copy. What camera and film were you using back in the day? The curved seat photo with the old fella is cracking composition, exposure and depth of field. Looking forward to the rest.
Thanks, Canterbury Blade. Let me know what you think. I had access to 3 types of camera whilst at Sheffield College of Art. A Pentax SLR and Rolleicord TLR were used mostly. For studio work, we used a 5"x 4" Sinar. In July 1970 I finished college and the cameras had to go back. It was probably 30 years before I got a half-decent camera. It wasn't until 2019 till I go a camera with interchangeable lens.
 
Lyons street at Pitsmoor. Carwood pub toward bottom, in front of Firth Brown. Roads on the right Edgar st Thorndon with paper shop on the corner then Earsham st east and a couple after that.
So, Lyons Street, spent most of last evening trawling through Google street view for clues, had an inkling due to the steepness it was Peter Street area. Just out of interest, what were the girls names?
 
If you said Lyons Street you are correct. :) Not got a clue who the girls were, I was taking a photograph looking down the street as they came out of the door. So decided to include them.
 
One of my favourite photographs that was taken in early 1969. It could easily have been the cover for an album. But where is it? I know but I won't tell you yet. :)View attachment 103152

The waste ground was where I learned my footballing skills. Known to us as the olla. Just below the concrete fence used to be an old school one man band blacksmith. Footpump bellows to get the heat up, a couple af anvils, a few hammers and he could make owt out of steel. As a five year old I believed him.
 

double that i would imagine beer was like piss in there anyway seem to recollect a couple of barley wines finishing the night off strong stuff that was
I had a season ticket in the Rank on a Saturday night, 8/6 to get in, which was expensive and 3/0 shillings for a pint of Double Diamond, in a knobbly glass. Thought DD was the bees knees, but didn’t know any better, thank god for CAMRA!
The Maurice Naylor sound, that’s how to clear a dance floor.
 
If you said Lyons Street you are correct. :) Not got a clue who the girls were, I was taking a photograph looking down the street as they came out of the door. So decided to include them.
Great photo MM, you have captured a moment in time / life forever there, never to be repeated.
 
So, Lyons Street, spent most of last evening trawling through Google street view for clues, had an inkling due to the steepness it was Peter Street area. Just out of interest, what were the girls names?
Girl A and girl B.
The spare ground on the left hosted games of footy although I never went on it. Might have had a barrage balloon tethered in war2
Me and mates used to pile on a trolley setting off from paper shop, turn right into Earsham picking up speed then left at the chip oyal and fall off.
 
I had a season ticket in the Rank on a Saturday night, 8/6 to get in, which was expensive and 3/0 shillings for a pint of Double Diamond, in a knobbly glass. Thought DD was the bees knees, but didn’t know any better, thank god for CAMRA!
The Maurice Naylor sound, that’s how to clear a dance floor.
oh yeah maurice naylor everybody groaned when stage went round and shot to the bar and bogs had some great saturday nights in there after watching motd in the alexandra on castlegate and roll in about 3.30 in the morning eh happy days
 
Girl A and girl B.
The spare ground on the left hosted games of footy although I never went on it. Might have had a barrage balloon tethered in war2
Me and mates used to pile on a trolley setting off from paper shop, turn right into Earsham picking up speed then left at the chip oyal and fall off.
You might have to explain what a 'trolley' is to some on here, though I do believe most of us on this thread may be classed as 'mature' (bit like an old cheese).
 
The below photo is Harry Taylor who was a well known deaf man who frequented the Sheffield City centre in the 1930s,1940s and 1950s. He was better known as "The Duke of Darnall". My mum, my auntie and my oldest uncle remembered him well regularly directing the traffic in some places of Sheffield until the police would move him on.

Found a summary about his life in the "Sheffield In Days Gone Past" Facebook group

His real name was Harry Taylor, who lived on Darnall Road, and a clue about his daily life appeared in the Daily Mirror in 1939.
“Mr Harry Taylor is out of work and ‘deaf and dumb’, but he’s always immaculately dressed. Usually he takes an airing in black morning coat and striped trousers, with a flower in his buttonhole and carrying gloves. His manners are elegant, in keeping with his appearance.”

It appears that Harry lacked the ability to hear or speak all his life. A sign of our shameful past is that he was sacked as a core-maker at a steel works.

“Being ‘deaf and dumb’ proved a great handicap,” said Mr Antcliffe, a relative, “And he lost his job, but for some time he persevered in trying to talk, in the hopes of getting work.
“He made himself popular in the city and for some years shop managers and businessmen have kept him in clothes.”


As Harry grew older, his style of dress became even more colourful, always well-dressed, and carrying a stick or rolled-up umbrella, with monocle, bright bow-tie, bowler hat and spats.

In the 1940s and 1950s, he became known as the Duke of Darnall, with pretensions of grandeur, habiting the Darnall, Attercliffe and Haymarket areas of Sheffield, often taking over traffic control, much to the amusement of passers-by and annoyance of police, who regularly moved him on.

Harry was also referred to as ‘The Burton’s Dummy’, as he could often be found outside Burton’s on Attercliffe Road, or ‘The Toff of Sheffield’.

According to legend, Harry married a ‘deaf and dumb’ lady, and had a daughter. However, it is also said that one of Sheffield’s other eccentrics, Melanie Birch, known as Russian Edna, lodged with him until her tragic death in 1954, found murdered in a public shelter at High Hazels Park.

The date of his death is uncertain, but stories of his exploits can still be found on social media forums, including the taunts he received from cruel children who found him a figure of fun.

This eccentric old gentleman lived on in name, the Andrew’s Bus Company naming a bus after him, and a canal boat called ‘The Duke of Darnall’. Harry has also been the subject of paintings, brought to life in colour, by artists Brian Wilges and John Firminger.
And so, let us not ever forget The Duke of Darnall, a man once.

Any of you remember him?

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I remember seeing him round the city centre, Fitz sq etc. Usually had spats on , very well dressed.
 
Anybody at the iconic Yorks v Australia match 1948.? The old man took me down on the Sat. morning to queue for about an hour to get in. Absolutely packed.
When Aspinall bowled SG Barnes for a duck in the first over the crowd erupted. We then got the incredible sight of one D G Bradman coming out to bat.
Never to be forgotten. Here is the Scorecard for that match in my somewhat untidy schoolboy scrawl. Also the wife's sodding rabbit has chewed the corner off.
 

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