I added to the Gallery, a few photographs of my maternal grandparents Ernest ASHFORTH 1905-1990 and Emily ASHFORTH (née Emily BELLAMY 1903-1992) and Spot their dog. Taken along the promenade at Bridlington on the east coast of Yorkshire, most likely by the resort photographers. Most years during 'Works Week' they would travel by train from Sheffield to Bridlington to take their annual holiday.
Another photograph from our family collection that I recently uploaded to the Ashforth family photographs section of the Gallery.
William Horace BELLAMY 1909-Deceased (usually known as Horace) was a younger brother of my grandmother Emily ASHFORTH (née Emily BELLAMY 1903-1992), and that is about all I know.
He is almost certainly deceased since I recollect having to break the news of his death (with the reservation it may have been her brother Albert that had passed away) to my grandmother shortly after her husband and my grandfather Ernest ASHFORTH 1905-1990 had passed away in 1990.
Hopefully a member of his family may stumble upon this article and contact me using the contact form.
Hi Louise I remember playing
Submitted by Lyndsey Bellamy on Tue, 2012-10-30 18:00
Hi Louise I remember playing in the garden as well How are you?
William Horace Bellamy and Emily Bellamy nee Ellis
Submitted by Kathryn Louise Pogson nee Straw on Wed, 2012-04-11 20:36
Hi, This is my grandfather, I am the daughter of Valerie Straw nee Bellamy. Grandad use to take myself, sister Michelle and brother Mark to see Emily Bellamy nee Ellis in Middlewood Hospital every Saturday morning to visit. She used to sing ditties to us ...most memorable Thomas Dodd he was a sod, his a*se was made of clay, he let a f*rt behind the cart and blew the wheels away :D I attended her funeral in 1978 at the age on 9 years old. William Horace Bellamy had a large family and Uncle Edwin his brother was my mother's godfather. I also attended his funeral and remember him fondly as a very jolly soul. Lyndsey Bellamy daughter of Thomas Leslie Bellamy and Betty Sambrook I knew as a child as we lived not far from each other and have many childhood memories of playing in the garden togther. The grandchildren and surviving children of William Horace can provide lots of information and I am sure photographs. Thanks for this wonderful trip down memory lane for me and my mother and my many cousins!!
Over the last few weeks I have exchanged emails with two daughters of my great uncle Thomas Leslie BELLAMY 1922-2011, who of course are my 1st cousins 1 time removed. One of his daughters had seen this website and found this article and photograph of Emily BELLAMY (née Emily ELLIS) 1883-1978. Sadly, I was to learn Thomas Leslie BELLAMY 1922-2011 had passed away in November 2011, in his 90th year.
Thomas Leslie BELLAMY 1922-2011 was the youngest child of George Albert BELLAMY 1880-Deceased and Emily BELLAMY (née Emily ELLIS) 1883-1978 and the last surviving sibling of this marriage; my grandmother Emily ASHFORTH (née Emily BELLAMY) 1903-1992 being the eldest sibling.
As a result of this exchange of emails I promised to scan and upload some more photographs relating to this family. We do have a photograph that includes Thomas Leslie BELLAMY 1922-2011 but at the moment it is with my mother, so I will have to wait a little while longer before I can scan and upload it.
The above photograph shows Emily BELLAMY (née Emily ELLIS) 1883-1978, the mother of Thomas Leslie BELLAMY 1922-2011, with her youngest sister Marjorie GREEN (née Marjorie ELLIS) 1912-1988. This photograph was most likely taken in the garden of Marjorie's 'prefab' on the Wisewood Estate, Sheffield.
Read more about the Wisewood area of Sheffield.
Annie Elizabeth ELLIS was born in 1911 at Sheffield, Yorkshire, England. Our family always referred to her as Aunt Annie. I remember her as a happy, jovial person, often visiting my grandmother Emily ASHFORTH (née Emily BELLAMY) 1903-1992 and great grandmother Florence ASHFORTH (née Florence FLOWERS) 1876-1973.
Annie E ELLIS married Hector William R. Withall at Sheffield in 1923. My mother recalls Vic WITHALL was employed in newspaper production and had relocated to Sheffield from the south of England to work with one of the local newspaper companies. According to mother Uncle Vic (the family always referred to Annie's husband as Uncle Vic, so I did wonder if Hector was an incorrect transcription of Victor, though after further research I have found his name is always given as Hector) was born at Arundel, Sussex and his parents lived at a property in the shadow of Arundel Castle.
Further research shows his date of birth to be the 31st of March, 1900, in the registration district of East Preston, Arundel, Sussex. This seems to confirm my mother's recollections.
Some time after Annie and Vic were married he joined one of the Manchester based newspapers and they relocated to Moss Side, Manchester, Lancashire. During school holidays I remember I would occasionally stay at their terraced house at Moss Side, which was a much less salubrious area then than it is now.
In this photograph my grandfather Ernest ASHFORTH 1905-1990 is in his element: in a pub, with a pint of beer and no doubt in his pocket a still smouldering pipe. My grandmother Emily ASHFORTH (née Emily BELLAMY 1903-1992) is wearing one of her fur coats, from her collection of fur coats, perhaps with just a whiff of mothball.
Shortly after Ernest died I recall driving to Emily's flat in Langsett Close, Hillsborough, Sheffield in order to take her for a day out in Derbyshire. In the early nineties fur coats had moved into the realm of not being 'politically correct' though I doubt Emily was even aware of the term. Long before she opened the flat door I could smell the mothballs. On opening the door, there she stood, resplendent in fur coat and carpet slippers.
No point arguing, carpet slippers are comfortable and she is not changing into shoes!
Unperturbed I helped her into the car and we drove off towards Derbyshire. Soon we were sat in a tea shop at the village of Tideswell. Within minutes Emily was chatting with a captive audience of tourists, so it was only a matter of time before she was in full flow, recounting in full, gory details of her long list of 'surgical operations'. By this time Emily had poured some tea into her saucer and in between tales of life and death at the hands of the surgeons, was slurping loudly, as is the way in Sheffield.
Edith KNAPTON (née Edith BELLAMY 1906-1993) whom I always knew as Aunt Edith was the younger sister of my grandmother Emily ASHFORTH (née Emily BELLAMY 1903-1992). Edith married George KNAPTON 1903-Deceased at Sheffield, Yorkshire in June 1926.
My recollections of Aunt Edith are:
A very loud voice.
A great gossip (in the nicest sense).
A shopkeeper (and owner of numerous shops, though not all at the same time, in and around Hillsborough, Sheffield).
Always referred to sweets as 'spice', which she always offered me when I visited her sweet shop at Holme Lane, Hillsborough, Sheffield.
Uncle George was the complete opposite: quiet and patient, and I seem to recall had an interest in electronics.
Aunt Edith and Uncle George had two children, a boy and a girl, both of whom, as far as I know, are still alive, so I will withhold their names for privacy.
During the summer of 1991 my younger sister and I decided to take our grandmother Emily who was still residing at Hillsborough, Sheffield to visit her sister Edith whom she had not seen for many years and who now lived at Bridlington, East Yorkshire. Edith's husband George KNAPTON 1903-Deceased was now deceased and Emily's husband Ernest ASHFORTH 1905-1990 had died at Sheffield in September 1990. Edith's son had moved away from Sheffield and settled at Flamborough near Bridlington, East Yorkshire and Aunt Edith who in her latter years lived close by her sister Emily at Sheffield, had taken up residence in a care home at Bridlington so her son could oversee her welfare. Both Emily and Edith were now in their eighties. My sister and I both felt that this might be the last chance that the sisters had of ever meeting again.
We arranged with Edith's son to meet at his house at Flamborough. He collected Aunt Edith from her care home and we collected our grandmother from Sheffield and drove to Flamborough, East Yorkshire. I had not seen Edith since she had moved to Bridlington and it was many years since I had seen her son. I was struck by how much weight Aunt Edith had gained, so much so, that for quite some time Emily failed to realise that this person was her sister Edith. Edith's son and his wife were very hospitable and we had an entertaining day listening to family reminisces.
A few weeks after this visit our grandmother Emily suffered a debilitating stroke that left her with limited movement. Emily died in November 1992 and her sister died a few weeks later in January 1993. So it turned out to be quite fortuitous that we arranged the meeting when we did.
I attended Aunt Edith's funeral at Sheffield and to date this has turned out to be my last meeting with the remaining members of the BELLAMY branch of the family.
If any members of the BELLAMY / KNAPTON branches of the family happen to read this I would very much like to hear from them. To access my contact form please click here.
Owlerton, Burton Street, Bamforth Street, Capel Street, Cuthbert Bank Road, Roscoe Bank, Shalesmoor, Jericho and Saint Philip's Road are districts and streets in the north-west of Sheffield where ancestors from my ASHFORTH line were born; most lived and died there too.
As a very young child I remember being dragged off to what seemed like far away places in order to visit the 'rellies', and how one felt like an explorer, cautiously examining an alien environment. During these visits we children would be quickly ushered out to play, usually into the backyard or street, which of course were quite safe, being devoid of motor vehicles.
I was born at Hawksley Road, just off Owlerton Green, though I don't recall there being a great deal of 'green' other than that of Hillsborough Park. I was christened at the Church of Saint John the Baptist, Owlerton, which remarkably, is still in service as a church, despite the dire developments which have taken place all around.
I remember there were three cul-de-sac: Hawksley Road (at the end of which were gates leading into the southern section of Hillsborough Park), Cheadle Street and Cannock Street. What I do remember quite clearly is that for some considerable time only one family owned a motor vehicle. I think this family, a retired man and wife, were named Mr and Mrs Thurlin. I recall they hated us using the gable end of their house for football, tennis and cricket practice, and the risks we took when the inevitable happened and we had to recover the ball from their backyard.
In the midst of row after row of terraced houses, Hillsborough Park was our saviour. We would spend most of our days playing football or cricket, until just before dusk when the toll of the bell would signify that the huge iron gates would soon be locked. Not that this mattered much, since as soon as the 'parky' had carried out his duties and was out of sight, we merely scrambled over the park gates and carried on playing until hunger finally drove us home.
Four generations lived in a rented 3 bedroom terraced house with the ubiquitous outside toilet, which was without an electric light, and of course, freezing cold in winter. But unlike many of the houses it had the luxury of a bathroom, admittedly very small but enormous when compared to a tin bath. The bedrooms were so cold in winter that I would sleep with a hot brick wrapped in a blanket to my feet. The brick was placed in the coal fire just before I went to bed. At least unlike an hot water bottle it couldn't burst, though third degree burns were always a distinct possibility.
My great grandmother Florence ASHFORTH (née Florence FLOWERS 1876-1973), her son and daughter-in-law (my grandfather and grandmother) Ernest ASHFORTH 1905-1990 and Emily ASHFORTH (née Emily BELLAMY 1903-1992), my mother and father and me. When some six years later my younger sister was born I guess we were probably officially classed as 'overcrowded'. So at the age of 7 years I and my family left the ASHFORTH household and moved approximately 3 miles to a newly built semi-detached house at School Lane, Stannington near Sheffield.
In the mid 1950's Stannington was still just a village, with a handful of shops, little new development and lots of wide open spaces. A totally alien environment to a young lad from the inner city.