Showing posts with label Highfields. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Highfields. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 April 2014

Prebend St


A recent request for information prompted me to ask the Irish in Leicester what they knew about a certain doctor….

"I have being searching for a doctor who lived and worked in Highfields in the 1940s who wrote a famous Irish song that was recorded by Bing Crosby".

The response was fast ….

"The song is Galway Bay. The name of the Doctor who wrote it was Arthur Colahan (not sure of the spelling).  In fact there's a plaque on the wall of the old Prebend Hotel outside your old school. ( Collegiate Girls) Can't remember if it says old Artie wrote it there."




Then from the Irish in Leicester group on Facebook...

"If you Google his name you will find his details are on Wikipedia. Fascinating man. He actually survived a mustard gas attack in World War 1. "

 And finally this amazing response from Austin Ruddy, Mr. Leicester at the Leicester Mercury….

Mr Leicester 10.4.1998:

IN HIS home town of Galway he lies in an unmarked grave, but in Leicester, where he lived for most of his working life, a blue memorial plaque proudly marks the site of his home in Prebend Street, off London Road.
Arthur Colahan was a doctor, the plate on his London Road offices described him as a 'neurologist' and he worked most prominently for Leicester Prison and police service. But what made him famous was his hobby as a songwriter.
For Arthur Colahan wrote many hit songs and sentimental ballads, mostly with the Irish touch, like Cade Ring and Macushla Mine. But his greatest hit was Galway Bay, sung still by Irish exiles everywhere around the world, but recorded and made famous by Bing Crosby.
Legend has it that Colahan wrote the song in memory of a brother drowned in Galway Bay, and it did the rounds for years before a publisher heard Colahan singing it himself while on a trip home to Ireland from Leicester.
Crosby's recording made it the best selling popular song in 1950, and scores of other performers recorded it too. But it remained the composer's own party piece at gatherings of family and friends.
Arthur Colahan came from a medical family, and graduated in 1913. He served in the British Army Medical Corps in India during World War 1, and returned home to settle in Leicester, renting professional accommodation on London Road (now demolished and replaced with a bank) and remaining in the city for the rest of his life.
Music was his greatest relaxation from the stresses of his work, and most of his hit songs were written in Leicester, where he died in September 1952, aged 67.

Mr Leicester: 26.9.2002:

Cecilia’s fond memories of the composer of Galway Bay song
The sentimental evergreen popular song Galway Bay written in Leicester by famous Irish composer Dr. Arthur Colahan who died 50 years ago this month (as recalled recently on my page) has fond family associations for retired school teacher Mrs. Cecilia Teresa Upton (nee Lardner), of Whitwick.
One reason is Dr. Colahan and his wife Maisin became Mrs. Upton’s godparents in 1930.
Four years earlier the Colahans were staying at St. Joseph’s Guest House at Whitwick while visiting Mount St. Bernard Abbey. They happened to mention to a friend of Mrs. Upton’s parents they were looking for a young person to help out with some domestic duties and as a receptionist for patients who came to the surgery at their home in Prebend Street, Leicester.
“The friend recommended my sister Mary, aged 14, who had recently left school and was unhappy working in a factory,’’ explains Mrs. Upton.
Mary got the job, which proved a happy arrangement not least because she had a lovely singing voice. She would sing the new compositions as Dr Colahan wrote them.
Not too long afterwards Mary’s sister Anne joined her at the Colahan home. Later when Mary eventually left there her sister Monica replaced her.
“Dr. and Mrs. Colahan (who in later years separated) became good friends with my parents Tom and Mary Lardner who originated from Galway and lived in New Street, Whitwick. They often came over to visit on Sunday evenings,’’ continues Mrs. Upton.
She was told they were very kind to her family when her little brother was tragically killed in a motorbus accident a few months before she was born.
“My parents asked them to be my godparents and I was given Mrs. Colahan’s middle name Teresa,’’ says Mrs. Upton.
When she was older she learnt how on the day of the christening the godparents’ late arrival caused considerable panic – particularly as they were bringing the christening robe and shawl.
Eventually their car (which always caused a stir in 1930 Whitwick) was sighted as it approached 15 minutes before the christening started.
They brought the robe and shawl carefully folded around a hotwater bottle – it being a chilly November day.
Mrs. Upton remembers Dr. Colahan as a jolly man, but who was sometimes moody.
She points out his full name was Arthur Nicholas Whistler Colahan – his third forename inspired by the American painter.
At Mrs. Upton’s retirement from Whitwick’s Holy Cross School in 1990 a mock-up of the TV programme “This is Your Life” was staged. It included a rendering of the song Galway Bay which understandably proved very nostalgic especially with her sister Mary present.

And 22.8.2007:
Mention on this page a few weeks ago of Dr. Arthur Colahan has prompted Arthur Bassett, of Leicester, to write to me about him.
Mr. Bassett says: “Leicester City Council has not really done him justice with the blue plaque on the wall of his house in Prebend Street, because he was more than ‘the man who wrote the song Galway Bay’.
“This song was published in 1942, but wasn’t popular until 1948 when Bing Crosby and many others recorded it.
“This version of the song is a rearrangement of a song (composed by Dr. Colahan) in memory of his brother who drowned in Galway Bay in 1912.”
Mr. Bassett has sent me this photograph which shows Dr. Colahan outside his house in Prebend Street, Leicester, where he practised neurology.”
He says Dr. Colahan wrote several books on the subject. One of them – The Miracle of the Human Body, published by Odhams about 1950 – belongs to the widow of a friend of the doctor’s. The friend sent the photograph to the doctor at Christmas 1948.
Mr. Bassett adds: “The photograph came with the sheet music of another of Dr Colahan’s songs, The Claddagh (wedding) Ring, which was published in 1946, but I can’t find a recording of it.
“I have Bing Crosby, Michael O’Duffy, Bill Johnson and Josef Locke singing the second version but only Scottish singer Robert Wilson (also of 1946) singing the original 1912 version of the song.”

And 27.7.1913:

Galway Bay’s a song that’s been carousing the homesick Irish for generations. And it’s easy to see why. It has an uncomplicated melody and all the subtlety of a tourist board montage...the gentle ripple of the trout stream, the murmur of coastal Gaelic, breezes perfumed by heather...
So it may surprise you to learn that this evocative, well-known ditty was written in a city residential street by a doctor who cared for Leicester prison’s neurologically- impaired.
Dr. Arthur Nicholas Whistler Colahan penned Galway Bay when he was living at 9 Prebend Street, Highfields.
The imagery of this soporific standard couldn’t have been in greater contrast to the cold steel bars and high walls that he knew while walking the dim corridors of HMP Leicester.
In 2002, the Leicester Mercury had the good fortune to speak with Cecilia Upton (nee Lardner), a retired teacher living in Whitwick.
She revealed that in 1930, Dr. Colahan and his wife, Maisin, became her godparents. Significantly, Cecilia’s parents Tom and Mary Lardner, who lived in New Street, Whitwick, also heralded from Galway.
Mrs. Upton told us that when her sister, Mary, was 14 she went to work for the Colahans at their three-storey Victorian home and surgery in Leicester.
It was there Mary carried out domestic duties and worked on reception. It just so happens that young Mary Lardner had a splendid singing voice and, as soon as Dr. Colahan penned something new, he would get this Leicestershire songbird to give it the once over.
However, it wasn’t the Whitwick teenager who made Galway Bay a 1947 classic. That was down to the silken tonsils of crooners’ crooner Bing Crosby.
Dr. Colahan, who was born in Enniskillen and had spent his formative years in Galway, died at home in Leicester on September 15, 1952.
His body was to make the final journey back to Ireland’s west coast, where, today, his bones lie buried in an unmarked grave at Bohermore cemetery.
In Leicester, we managed to go one better and erected a plaque to this musical man of medicine outside his city home.

And now over to Bing…



Huge thanks to everyone who responded to the call for help. If you're interested in similar local history stories then join the fantastic Mr. Leicester group on Facebook for regular updates and stories about Leicester. 


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Friday, 14 March 2014

The Irish in Leicester Trail.

On your way to work over the next few weeks, or on an evening stroll, look out for the symbol below. To celebrate St Patrick's Day key streets in Leicester will be adorned with QR coded posters telling the story of where the Irish lived when they came over from Ireland. Each poster will link through to this blog  and will tell the story of a different person each time; why they came to Leicester and where they lived. Many Irish lived in and around Highfields in those early days of the 50s but some ventured out along Melton Rd and others up to New Parks, Clarendon Park and Eyres Monsell. 

The posters will up on the streets by St. Patrick's Day, March 17.


You will need a QR reader on a Smart phone or tablet and you're set to go. 
Take a stroll around Leicester and see some of where the Irish in Leicester lived when they first came over.

                                                 The Irish in Leicester



  In and around Highfields: 
Bakewell St, Berners St, Brookhouse St, Dronfield St, East Park Rd, Evington Rd, Evington Valley Rd, Gopsall St, Gotham St, Haddon St, Hartington St, Hobart St, Kent St, Kimberley Rd, Laurel Rd, Lincoln St, Maidstone Rd, Medway St, Mere Rd, Myrtle St, Porter St (as was), Saxby St, Severn St, Shellard St, Sparkenhoe St,St. Peter's Rd, St. Saviour's Rd, St.Steven's St, Tichbourne St, Upper Conduit St (as was), Upper Tichbourne St, Vulcan Rd.



                                     …around Leicester Prison and New Walk:
                                            Lower Hastings St. Princess Rd, Tower St, Turner St, 



                                              …around Clarendon Park:
                                               St. Leonard's Rd, Cecila Rd, Victoria Park Rd.



                                                   …Fosse Rd North, Biddle Rd



                                            … Harrison Rd,Moira St, Bardolphe St.



                                                        …and Henray Avenue.


                               
                       Not to mention other areas and various places of work across the city.

If your family are not yet represented here on the blog and you would like to tell their story please do get in touch.



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Thursday, 13 June 2013

St Steven's Rd.



John Walker on St Steven's Rd. Tall fella, centre right.
John Walker was born in Tubbercurry, County Sligo in 1937. He came over to England when he was 19 on October 5, 1956 and arrived in Leicester the next day, a Saturday. He was met by his brother James who was the eldest brother and had already come over “for money".


The Black Boy, Albion St.

John first stayed in South Albion St. with a Kerry man, John Brosnan and his wife. James warned him that the food wasn’t very good and that he’d soon look like a greyhound.
After a few months the brothers found a room in a house on Avon St with a cousin, Johnny Armstrong, and they cooked for themselves. They lived here for 2 yrs. and during this time John worked for John Laing. John and James  paid £2 a week rent, a pound each. John did the shopping and James did the cooking and when James left John had forgotten how to cook!
He met two fellas from Charlestown who got them work with cars," no tax”. John first worked in Derby,  Matlock, Sponden and finally back to Leicester. In Leicester he worked for Johnson and Stubbs, a Birkenhead firm, digging trenches and laying gas pipes. After 2 or 3 months he was transferred to Northampton, then Runcorn and back to Leicester. He was then 23 years old.



Back in Leicester he got a room on his own at 8 Tichbourne St. and then 43 St. Peter’s Rd. with 2 other fellas, Johnny Quinn and George Callaghan.
George “ never washed a shirt”. He would buy a new shirt each week, wear it till it was black and then buy a new one. He’d be spending £2 for a shirt when John was paying £4 a week to have his entire washing done at a local laundry. When John told him George couldn’t believe how all his shirts came back clean and pressed: he didn’t buy another shirt for 6 months!
Johnny Quinn would take his dog to the pub; he’d buy two pints, one for himself and one for the terrier sitting on the bar!
They had a cooker in the room and John did the cooking and shopping. The first week they paid £3 each and John kept a tally of all the costs in a book.

John had been a Pioneer since he was 16 in 1953. People used to say “drink is a bad dog you have to muzzle” and ” Drink never made a strong man or a great nation.”
The other fellas liked a drink and would be dying for a drink on Sundays when the pubs were shut. Although John was a Pioneer he could see how much the fellas wanted their drink; once he bought bottles of beer and hid them under the sink. He told them he could get them drink on a Sunday and charged them £2 for it! They couldn’t understand where he’d got it from and he could never understand why they didn’t do that for themselves. (He gave them their money back when it he told them what he’d done.)
John would often make a big stew. One time he put the 4lbs of stewing beef in the pot but fell asleep and forgot to turn it on. When he woke up he put it on for a while and went out. That night George Callaghan brought a fella back from the pub saying “John always had a great stew on” but this time it was half raw!
In 1963 he bought a house on St. Steven’s Rd for £1,800. His friend, Big John Ward was amazed: “You buy a house? You couldn’t buy your breakfast!”
Like many fellas John would go home to see his family and would help out on the family smallholding. One time, in 1966 he met Mary McDonagh at a dance in Cloonacool. This was a fundraising dance for the local priests in a marquee and cost 2/6d to get in.
Mary had a great musical ear and could pick up a lilt. She could go to a dance, sit up with the band, come home and lilt a tune to her father. “Daddy, I have a nice tune” He’d say ” bring me the fiddle from under the bed” and between them they’d get it! They were married in 1968 by John’s brother, Michael, who was a priest.


Dunlop, Leicester.

Mary had already been over to England: she had lived in Birkenhead with an Aunty and trained as a bookkeeper. When she came to Leicester she worked at Dunlop filling in for a woman but they wanted her to stay on. Their first son, Michael, was born in 1969 and she went back to work after wards.
He remembers going to the pictures regularly on Melbourne Rd. and an off-license called Walker’s on Biddolph St  (which is now a funeral directors.)
They used both Holy Cross and Sacred Heart Church. They were in Sacred Heart Parish but the other side of St. Steven’s Rd was in Holy Cross.
John doesn’t recall experiencing any prejudice during those early years and one friend had even asked why so many people talked to him. John says “If you’re alright with people, people will be right with you.” “I often meet a black man and stand up and have the craic.” "When I go in if they don’t speak to me I speak to them."
Both children were born in Leicester; Michael in The General in 1969, John in The Royal in 1972.
Once both his uncle and father had died John says " Being as I was supposed to go home anyway” he went home and the family stayed in Ireland for the next 14 years.
John came back to Leicester in 1986 while Mary and the boys stayed in Ireland. They'd had a very bad year on the farm and eventually John decided to rent all the land out  and the whole family returned to 14 Linton St, Evington, a 3 bed-terraced. (The family still own that land.)

Linton St today.
Michael went to Charles Keene College and John went to St.Paul’s. It was only after a visit from the Headmaster that John realised his youngest had been ”schemin’ school” for months. Young John had done the work in school in Ireland and was able to miss school here in England and still keep up. The Headmaster even said " If he was my son I’d take him out and get him a job”. John went on to night school and continued his education getting a degree in Electrical Engineering.


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Thank to Colin Hyde at EMOHA for the photo of Linton St.


Saturday, 1 June 2013

First Holy Communion


How many of us have the exact same photo?
Lynda Callaghan, Sacred Heart Church.

Anyone else have one of these?
With my cousin Les Holt, Sacred Heart Church


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Friday, 3 May 2013

Equity Rd

Bridget wasn’t yet 21 when she first came to England from Athy, County Kildare in 1956. In fact she had her 21st birthday in London. Her father had come over to England after the war and was working on the building.  He was already living in Hammersmith but her Mum was unable to join him. Bridget was the first of a long line of brothers and sisters to come over.
She met her husband-to-be, Martin Fitzgerald in London. She used to work in a supermarket and the Irish lads used to come in and have laugh. She also remembers working in an Irish cafe for half a day: it was full of Irish builders.

Bridget and Martin married in the Holy Trinity church, Brooke Green, London in 1960.  Martin had family up in Leicester so they moved up here shortly afterwards.
Bridget and Martin Fitzgerald
Their first home in Leicester was on Equity Rd. They had the ground floor of a house and she remembers it as being very damp (perhaps because there was a cold storage unit near by!). After a few months they got a council place in the brand new Rowlatt’s Hill flats. Rowlatt’s Hill was built between 1964 and 67. By 1969 they had bought a house in Aylestone, Keenan Close, which cost them £3000.
Like many others, Bridget remembers being able to pick and choose jobs. While living in Equity Rd she worked at Byfords, operating a machine by hand that printed labels and invoices.
She worked at the Co-op offices on Union St (now part of The Shires).
While living at Rowlatts Hill she worked as Watkin’s on Green Lane Rd. This was a wood machinery tool place and she worked in the office.
Coming from London Bridget found Leicester confusing: she was used to using The Tube to get around and Leicester buses would change numbers depending on whether they were going in or out of town.  She used the Clock Tower as a reference point to find her way around. She didn’t like the market as she thought the fruit was often bruised and the stall holders wouldn’t let you pick your own.
When she was first over Bridget remembers going to look at a room. The room only had one bed so it was clear she would have to share a bed with a stranger. When she said she didn’t want to do that the landlady said “You Irish, you’re expecting too much”.
Her 2 sons, Martin Jnr. and Barry were born in Aylestone: Martin Jnr. in 1974 and Barry in 1977. They went to Holy Cross on Stonesby Avenue and later St.Paul’s. Bridget was a dinner lady a Holy Cross school in the 80s when the boys were there, and later The Newry,  which fitted in perfectly with the children. She also worked voluntarily at The General Hospital.
The new Holy Cross School, Stonesby Avenue, opened in 1966.

Once Martin Fitzgerald himself died in 1986, Martin Jnr. dropped the jnr. was THE Martin Fitzgerald.

Thank you to Julia Christy, Head of Holy Cross school for the photgraph.
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Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Holy Cross

A huge thank you to the Holy Cross lunch club for their hospitality and warm welcome today.

I gave a short talk to the group about the blog earlier today and came away with some new contacts and some more Claddaghs! I look forward to hearing more from these particular ladies...

Brenda Cutts


Susan Quilter

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Ever connecting links


I've written about this before I know but one of the things that continues to come through during my conversations with our Irish Elders is the link with others: the link with family and friends who were already here and the link with those who came later, either to visit or to stay. 

The first two pictures here are of my own family. The first one, taken in the back yard of Upper Conduit St, shows me and my Mum and Dad, with my maternal Grandmother. 

Mother, my Dad, Paddy, my Mum,Sarah and me, around 1959.
My Grandmother was called Mother by everybody.who knew her and had raised 10 children of her own. Despite being the eldest, after an older sister Hannah had sadly died of TB, my Mum was not the first of her 8 sisters to marry and have children. I don't know if this was the first time Mother had been over to see her in Leicester (she had 3 daughters already over in England who were married and had children) but it's certainly the only picture of me and her at such an early age. 

The second picture is of Annie, one my Mum's sisters. This is clearly a few years later and the baby is now my sister Sandra. The taller young girl in the middle is my cousin May Holt, who lived around the corner in Porter St. Her Mum, Greta, was my Dad's sister and the reason my parents came to Leicester in the first place. There often seemed to be people around or "over" and I wonder how many of them used the house as their first port of call in Leicester.

Sarah Callaghan, Annie Hill, May Holt, Lynda and Sandra Callaghan at Upper Conduit St.


Lastly here is a photo that really sums up the connections and strong links of many Irish families away from home...

From Brendan Grady

 Me & mum plus her relatives, Patsy & Genevieve McDowell with their 2 kids, (They emigrated to Australia in '70's). Plus also Kathleen Burns who was married to my Mum's cousin John Burns (from Liverpool) - John took most of the pics at this time {John and his brother Billy (rip) and sister Rose (rip) were brought up with my mother at their Grandma's in Forkhill Armagh during the 2nd WW , so they were always close.




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Monday, 11 February 2013

Eamon Morton RIP

Eamon Morton
 I have only had the pleasure of knowing Eamon Morton for about a year and a half and a nicer, gentler man you could not hope to find. He and his wife Patricia  lived on Hobart St when they first came over and I was lucky enough to get to know the kindness, the sense of humour and, of course, the accordion that he was famed for. 

Today is a very sad day.

Eamon entertaining at the Emerald Centre Gala Day, Summer 2012.

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