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From Iran to India- Chronicles of the Biryani
Grand feasts define weddings across boundaries. Muslim weddings are no exception. Known for their culinary delicacies, the biryani is an integral part of Muslim wedding feasts. The following article traces the history of the royal dish along the Indian subcontinent.
Culinary delights of India leaves its own inscription on history. Annexed by numerous intruders across borders and boundaries, Indian cuisine has over the centuries become somewhat a melting pot. The culture of feast in India was largely introduced by Muslim invaders like the Arabs, Persians and Afghans. Developed during the 15th to the 18th century, Mughlai cuisine continues to enthrall gourmets as well as laymen across the Indian subcontinent.
One such dish that continues to fascinate millions across the subcontinent is the grand old Biryani. Once accepted in India in its full form, the biryani endured numerous deviations depending upon the region such as Hyderabadi Biryani Awadhi Biryani, Kolkata Biryani and so on.
The Origins of Biryani
The word biryani is derived from the Persian word Birian meaning 'fried before cooking'. This exotic dish is believed to have been invented in the kitchens of the Muslim invaders. Today, the dish is largely consumed by the populace inhabiting the Indian subcontinent and it is an essential part of Muslim wedding in not only in India but also in other parts of the world.
However, the origin of Biryani in India can be traced to several anecdotes surrounding the same. Let us take a quick look at the same.
Though biryani is essentially associated with the Mughals, some evidences trace its origins to present day Tamil Nadu. Evidences show that a rice dish named 'On Sooro' was widely used to feed the military people in south India. The dish was made out of rice cooked in clarified butter. Other ingredients used were meat, coriander, pepper, bay leaf and turmeric. This is very close to what we know as biryani today.
Another interesting story surrounding the origins of the biryani revolves in the court of Emperor Shah Jahan. It is said that one fine day, his queen Mumtaz Mahal made a surprise visit to the barracks where the entire military force was stationed. She was shocked to find that most of the soldiers were malnourished. She immediately ordered for a dish to be prepared by the chef that included rice, meat and other ingredients. The objective was to provide the soldiers with proper nourishment.
One legend claims that, Timur the Lame, founder of the Timurid Dynasty and also the great-great grandfather of Babur (founder of the Mughal Dynasty in India) brought this exotic this to India from Kazakhstan via Afghanistan to north India.
It does not end here. One more anecdote traces the existence of the dish among the Nomads. The Nomads would bury an earthen pot filled with rice, meat, and spices in a pit. When dug out, the sumptuous biryani was ready.
Types of Biryani
With the passage of time and due to geographical and local influences, the original biryani underwent several changes. This gave rise to the various types of biryanis existing in the Indian subcontinent and south-east Asia as we know today. Let us take a sneak peek into the same.
Lucknowi/Awadhi Biryani: Biryani and Lucknow almost share a symbiotic relationship with each other. Also known as Pakka Biryani, in this dish, the meat and the rice are prepared separately and then put together and cooked in slow flame for a long time (Dum Phukt style).
Sindhi Biryani: Originating in present day Pakistan, the Sindhi biryani is cooked with meat and some vegetables like tomatoes. This variety is predominant in Pakistan and in parts of North West India.
Calcutta Biryani: Boiled potatoes are unique only to the Kolkata biryani. It is said that the biryani was brought to Calcutta by Nawab Wajid Ali Shah in the mid- 1850s. Deported by the British to Calcutta, however, the Nawab remembered to take along with him the royal chef. However, since meat became expensive it was increasingly becoming difficult to afford the same. It was then that potatoes replaced meat. Almost more than two centuries now, the tradition still continues.
Hyderabadi Biryani: Relished all across the country, Hyderabadi Biryani was popularized directly from the Nizam's Kitchen which is known to prepare 49 varieties of Biryani.
Apart from these, several other forms of biryani exist viz. Ambur Biryani, Memoni Biryani, Bhatkali Biryani, Malabar Biryani, Dindigul Biryani and many more. Whether served at wedding or relished just like that, the exotic dish of biryani will always remain a favourite.
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This entry was posted in Food and tagged India, Indian subcontinent, Kolkata, Mughal Empire, Mughlai cuisine, Sindhi Biryani, Tamil Nadu, Wajid Ali Shah on July 27, 2013 by missionsharingknowledge.
Agra – Huzoor Wah Taj Boliye!
Kartik Kannan travels to Agra and shares his experiences with some awesome pictures.
When we boarded the GT express, my friend and I were slowly switching ourselves from our busy work lives, into a short holiday. The transition took a few hours to finally happen as we learnt to ignore the constant noises the blackberry would make to get our attention. Traveling in a II AC compartment, we were well stocked on sleep, before we reached Agra at 2 am. We decided to wait till 4 am in the waiting room, till when we planned to scour for places to stay, closer to either the station or Taj Mahal. We managed to get a steal of a deal at a hotel near the east entrance of the Taj. 2 nights in an AC room, overlooking the Taj Mahal at Rs 900 totally for both of us.
Once we got the deal, we called up the hotel at 4 am, waking up the hotel receptionist, and checked on what would be an approximate auto fare to the hotel from the railway station. With a figure of 80 rupees in mind, we decided to go catch an auto rickshaw, and we saw scores of people who were wanting to be our personal travel consultant. One man, wanted us to pay for him giving information on where the auto stand was , while another one was just wanting to be our personal un solicited guide, with the hope of extracting a final price. We ignored the unsolicited advances, and after haggling on the price, we settled at 100 rupees, a few rupees more than expected.
We arrived at Hotel Taj Palace, eager to finish our ablutions and head off the crack of Sun rise to see the Taj Mahal. Since we were on the street, leading to the east gate of the Taj Mahal, vehicles were not allowed beyond a point, so we had to factor in some walking. We left our room at 5 30 am, and quickly met a cycle rikshaw wall, who saw the tripod and camera in my hand, and sensed that my immediate friend was the sun rise. So he gave us a package deal. 40 rupees for plying us to the counter and then in the opposite direction to the gate entrance. We took the deal and were done with the whole process in 15 minutes. I had with me my phone, iPad, Camera Bag, Camera and tripod. I learnt that tripods are not allowed inside the Taj, so I had to leave it at a antique store, and hope it would not vanish by the time I am out of the Taj Mahal. No electronic items are allowed inside the Taj, but I was able to take the iPad inside, since I could show that it had a mobile signal and could take photos.
Once inside the Taj, it feels like a different world. The Mughal empire did not quite believe in minimalism, by the look of the buildings leading to the Taj Mahal. The gardens in green, the buildings in red and the here size of the complex, puts you in awe of the place. A guide seems to tell an un suspecting foreigner that the first few rooms before the entrance to the Taj Mahal, were courtesan quarters. The Mughals seem to have craftily planned their entertainment needs, while building the Taj Mahal. While people say this mausoleum is a reflection of Shahjahan's love and remembrance towards his wife-Mumtaz, the entrance to the mausoleum it also reflects the love and passion of the Mughal rulers towards their courtesans. Some loose talk from a guide to a tourist, revealed that there were close to a 100 rooms.
We entered the Taj through the Southern end, from which you get the post card version of that perfect picture of the 4 pillars flanking the giant dome, 6 am, and the were already close to 200 people holding the taj in their hands and letting the world on Zuckerberg's planet know about it. I stood their mesmerized by the whiteness of the Taj, and the subsequent glow when the sun from the east shone on its dome and pillars. Maybe it was the marble, or probably the whiteness and the aura that the place was radiating, I immediately felt at ease. The Taj's south end entrance has a building which runs west, for a fair distance. It has little visitors and that made it my haunt to walk through the empty corridors and feel even more at ease. This section has photographs of other places of interest in India, and makes for a good read to know about some places and if you want a quiet siesta amidst history, this place is a good place to earmark.
As you walk across the southern end, there are gardens flanking the pathway to the Taj, and on the pathway are many water pools and slabs to sit. Some of these slabs are elevated and give you a good photograph of yourself against the background of the Taj. My friend and I tried some jumping stunt from the slab, while the shot was taken from the ground level slab.
As you approach the actual main tomb, you need to deposit your slippers on the south eastern and south western ends. We decided to go to the eastern end of the Taj, and sit near the building adjacent to the Taj. It gave some beautiful views of the Taj, drenched in the golden hue of the sun. The eastern end adjacent building overlooks the small road that leads right into the banks of the Yamuna. The only people who have a view of the princely Taj and the byline leading to the Yamuna are the guards who sit atop in control rooms.
The surrounding buildings are so beautiful and peaceful, that you can relax by the shade under the trees or the buildings and observe that Mondays don't run as fast as it does back in the cities. Right besides the eastern side, runs the lane that runs through an Akhara, and brings you to the Yamuna river. This was probably another part of our trip, that I would treasure. As I approached the Yamuna, post a long session at the Taj, I came there with my camera kit and tripod, waiting to earmark a territory for shooting the hues of the sunset. There was something beautiful about the simplicity of the banks of the Yamuna, the pace of life here, the magnificence of the Taj donning the banks, that I am not able to pin point, but it made me sit for a whole half hour taking in the scenery, before I started shooting.
There was a policeman who was sitting by the steps of the Yamuna and humming a yesteryear Bollywood number by the sunset ( 'Tujhse Naaraz Nahi' from 'Masoom'), and I responded by you tubing that song and playing it on my iPad, and he was quite surprised to see the same song playing, and turned towards me with a smile. I showed him the iPad and the instant nature of how the web delivers what you want right away. So he played the role of a requesting songs, while I played the role of a DJ in getting the song and playing it for him. Quite an uncommon way of spending a sunset with a stranger, but looking at his joy over listening to Kishore da, I decided to engage myself in a short conversation with him on the songs of the yore.
With the sun threatening to come down, I go on my knees and requested a boatman to take me on the Yamuna to the other side of the land, so as to help me take the reflection of the Taj on the Yamuna. He said he would stop near the land, but I would have to be on the boat and take my shots, as only locals can walk on that side of the Yamuna, with heavy police protection in that zone. Viewing the Taj during a sunset from the Yamuna, was one of the most relaxing ways to spend an evening that was pregnant with the expectation that it would show all the colors that VIBGYOR had.
The walk back to the Taj east end gate entrance amidst the street lights ranks very high on my experiences. It took me a different world, that I wanted to take along with me. The yellow halogen lighting of the streets, with the eerie noises of the forest nearby, with the Taj for company, made me feel like a king walking in darkness of the night, to gather knowledge about his subjects. Despite the illumination of the moon and the street light, the ensuing darkness was just enough to pretend that you were invisible and just viewing this little street as an entity. An entity that you wish you could pack and take along, and get transported to, whenever you feel like. In the era of wish click and go, Agra should only be a few hours away from the urban chaos of the southern cities of Bangalore and Chennai. I shall soon be back in search of the silence, that this lane offers, in anonymity to reflect on life.
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This entry was posted in Culture, Generation Y, India, Indian Culture, Indian Travel, Tour, Travel and tagged Agra, India, iPad, Mughal, Mughal Empire, Shah Jahan, Taj Mahal, Yamuna on May 21, 2013 by missionsharingknowledge.
Top Specialty Hotels in Bharatpur, Rajasthan
This is the list of the top three specialty hotels of Bharatpur.
(The list is subject to the number of user reviews we get from the visitors of Bharatpur.)
The Birder's Inn
(Bird Sanctuary Road)
A modern facility with a slight touch of Rajasthani tradition – the Birder's Inn is a fantastic place to relax and rejuvenate. Large plush rooms with sophisticated baths, a beautiful sprawling garden and a variety of cuisines is what makes Birder's Inn a favourite of most visitors. The hotel offers five types of cuisines, including Continental, Chinese, Indian, Italian and Mexican. The icing on the cake is, of course, Mr.Tirath Singh's (the caretaker) wit and humor.
The staff is well-trained and all their services are offered with a platter full of smile! Despite the homely atmosphere facilitated by Mr. Singh the workforce is extremely professional. The best part is that the Birder's Inn has not used the luxuries and pamperings as an excuse to increase prices. They are competitive and conveniently located at a distance of half a kilometer from the bird sanctuary.
User Rating: 4.8/5
Mahal Khas Palace
(Lohagarh Fort)
This is a heritage building situated in the middle of the Lohagarh Fort. The palace was built by Maharaja Balwant Singh in 1826. The architecture is typically Mughal. The building has 2 patios, intricate murals and beautiful sculptures. All the rooms and deluxe suites are beautifully decorated and equipped with private balconies. Mr Abhay Vir Singh has a great penchant for hospitality. His immaculate hospitality skills added to the old-time feel of the building makes it a delightful experience for visitors.
Despite being an old palace, all the rooms are equipped with television sets and AC. Mahal Khas Palace offers Indian and continental cuisine. All in all, it's quite a value for money.
Hotel Saras
(Saras Choraha)
Located at a 10-minute distance from Keoladeo Bird Sanctuary, this is an Rajasthan Tourism Development Corporation Ltd (RTDC) hotel. Like its counterparts, it does not offer too much in terms of luxury but it has all the necessities in place. To put it crisply, it's a basic hotel which facilitates a clean, comfortable stay. The staff is reasonably professional, though not very well-dressed. It is recommended to ask for one of the rooms which overlook the main road, as the early morning feel is extremely rejuvenating.
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This entry was posted in Bharatpur, India, Indian Travel, Rajasthan Tourism, Tour, Travel, Uncategorized and tagged Bharatpur, Bharatpur Rajasthan, Hotel, Keoladeo Bird Sanctuary, Lohagarh Fort, Mughal Empire, Rajasthan Tourism Development Corporation, Rajasthani language on May 3, 2013 by missionsharingknowledge.
Attractions in Bharatpur, Rajasthan: Part 1
Yes, the Keoladeo bird sanctuary and Bharatpur are synonymous to each other. However, that's not the only spectacular place in the city! The foundation was laid for the city of Bharatpur around 100AD when the Jats migrated to India. For a small city, Bharatpur has quite an intricate and gory history involving the founders – the Jat rulers, the Mughal reign and the transfer of power to the British East India Company. This rich history has left its mark on Bharatpur in the form of architectural and cultural heritage.
In fact, Bharatpur is a city of forts. The interesting forts and palaces in and around the city reflect the sheer architectural brilliance while offering a glimpse of the ceremonious lifestyle followed by the royals. This is the first of a three blog series about the major attractions in Bharatpur.
Lohagarh Fort and Museum
Lohagarh or the Iron Fort has lived up to its name several times in the course of history. Lohagarh's modest appearance belies its strength. Constructed during the reign of Maharaja Suraj Mal, this fort has withstood repeated attacks by the Mughals and later, by the British army. The British army had to compromise with the rulers of Bharatpur several times due to the impregnable nature of the fort. However, in 1805, the forces led by Lord Gerard Lake managed to capture the fort after a six-week long siege.
The Lohagarh fort houses several monuments – Kothi Khas, Kishori Mahal and Mahal Khas – and towers – Fateh Burj and Jawahar Burj, symbolizing the victories won by Bharatpur over the Mughals and British. There is also an Ashtadhatu (8-metal) gateway.
Legend has it that the Ashtadhatu gateway belonged to the Chittorgarh fort, which was taken away by Alauddin Khilji of Delhi after a battle. By the end of the 17th century, the victorious Jats brought the gate back from Delhi to Bharatpur.
The palace attached to the fort is a blend of Rajput and Mughal architecture. The gigantic apartments of the palace, the intricate patterns etched on the walls and the patterned tiles on the floor bear evidence of the grand and magnificent lifestyle led by the rulers of Bharatpur. The museum hosts 4000 antiquities, including some distinguished sculptures from various parts of India, arms, inscriptions and ornamental art objects.
The best time to visit Bharatpur is between October and March. Summers and monsoons are best avoided. March to June sees the temperature varying from 37°C to 45°C. The monsoon month (July to September) is comparatively cooler at 27°C, but humidity makes sightseeing quite a task.
Bharatpur is 200kms from Delhi, 270kms from Jaipur and 70kms from Agra.
Bharatpur has a large number of hotels and guest houses – government and private, forest rest houses, budget motels and dak bunglows. (Check this). The mode of travel within the city is, more often than not, auto-rickshaws. You can even consider booking a jeep.
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Home/Analysis/Facebook hit with €110 million fine for 'misleading' EU over WhatsApp data use
Facebook hit with €110 million fine for 'misleading' EU over WhatsApp data use
18th May 2017	Analysis
Facebook has been slapped with a €110 million fine for misleading the EU over its WhatsApp takeover. The European Commission has ruled that Facebook intentionally mislead officials in order to merge accounts between the two platforms.
The Commission said that Facebook acquired WhatsApp in 2014, knowing full well that it could utilise data by merging user accounts. The investigation was opened in 2016, after Facebook released an update announcing that it could link WhatsApp users' phone numbers to their Facebook accounts. This is despite the social media giant initially claiming that it would be unable to automate the sharing of data between the two services.
An 18-month investigation concluded that Facebook had intentionally lied or withheld its true intentions on two occasions. The first time was before the takeover deal, when it submitted documents to the European Commission after competing companies had requested it investigate the deal. The second time was in December 2016 after the Commission had submitted a Statement of Objections, following Facebook's update.
"Today's decision sends a clear signal to companies that they must comply with all aspects of EU merger rules, including the obligation to provide correct information," Commissioner Margrethe Vestager said. "It imposes a proportionate and deterrent fine on Facebook. The Commission must be able to take decisions about mergers' effects on competition in full knowledge of accurate facts."
She added: "The technical possibility of automatically matching Facebook and WhatsApp users' identities already existed in 2014, and that Facebook staff were aware of such a possibility. Therefore, Facebook's breach of procedural obligations was at least negligent."
A spokesman for Facebook said that the company had acted 'in good faith' throughout. He said: "We've acted in good faith since our very first interactions with the Commission and we've sought to provide accurate information at every turn. The errors we made in our 2014 filings were not intentional and the Commission has confirmed that they did not impact the outcome of the merger review. Today's announcement brings this matter to a close."
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Misfits Drop Lawsuit Against Book Publisher
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The 176-page book, which was released in December, is described as "the ultimate visual history paying tribute to one of punk's most iconic bands." In March, Misfits A.D. — the band's liability company established by Glenn Danzig and Jerry Only — filed a complaint asserting that the book "is rife with large-scale, repeated, and unlicensed reproductions of Misfits A.D. intellectual property," including the use of the band's fiend skull logo on the cover.
But the band has chosen not to go forward with the lawsuit, according to Blabbermouth:
"On July 21, Misfits' attorney provided notice of the voluntary dismissal of the civil lawsuit in a court document filed in U.S. District Court in the Southern District of New York. The filing says the dismissal is made 'with prejudice,' meaning the lawsuit cannot be filed again, and indicates that 'each party shall bear his, her, or its own attorneys' fees and costs.'
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Why We Watch: 2005 - De File
10:41 pm March 18th, 2005
Why We Watch: 2005
I feel terrible for my dad, who essentially paid $60 to watch a game that he will always want to forget. And I've been rooting for Syracuse since 1978 myself, so I can't say I'm happy with the way things turned out either. But the Vermont-Syracuse game was wonderful theater. Vermont is clearly better than a 13-seed, as their media-friendly coach Tom Brennan told ESPN earlier in the day. Rather than complain, though, they conquered.
Taylor Coppenrath gave the Orange plenty of trouble. In the end, though, it was Cameroon's Germain Mopa Njila and Pawtucket's T.J. Sorrentine who made the difference. Sorrentine's three-pointer from far beyond where an NBA arc would have been was mind-blowing. Had Vermont been playing anyone other than a Pac-10 team or WCC team, I would have been on their bandwagon without reservation. Now I get to climb aboard in the hope that they do the same thing to Michigan State that they did to my father's alma mater.
Luckily for me, my disappointment over the Syracuse result and the way that Stanford got plastered was offset by one of those NCAA tournament experiences that make the whole event worthwhile: 14-seed Bucknell beating 3-seed Kansas. I was on my knees in front of the television for the last several minutes. Every time it seemed like Kansas would close the deal, Bucknell made another great play. Astonishingly, the underdog Bison survived a two-shots-and-the-ball intentional foul in the last minute, scoring with three seconds left after Kansas had taken the lead. That play was remarkable with German -- or is it "German," since his dad went to Lafayette in my birthplace of Easton, Pennsylvania? -- sophomore Chris McNaughton getting the ball in the paint and arcing a shot over all-everything Kansas senior Wayne Simien. It's a sad irony that Simien, who played superbly, couldn't get the stop on McNaughton and then missed a Christian Laettner-style turnaround on the final play. What a game!
The lesson in the madness thus far is not only that the teams from power conferences are no longer as good as they once were, thanks to early departures to the NBA, but that teams from lower-ranked conferences are often much better than they would have been five or ten years ago because of the influx of foreign players. Pacific and Gonzaga are excellent examples. Tonight Vermont and Bucknell joined them in that category. Despite what many commentators are saying about the mediocrity of college basketball as a whole. I'm seeing lots of fundamentally sound play that is greatly helped, as is now the case in the NBA, by the different experiences and skills that foreign-born players bring to the court.
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From: jodi3425 Date: March 19th, 2005 05:53 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
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While I was not one of those who thought that 'Cuse could win it all, I did think that they stood a chance at beating Duke. Nevertheless, at the end I think deep down I was rooting for Vermont. While in general I agree that non-US players are increasingly better skilled at the fundamentals than US players (like the mid-range jump shot) and improve the level of play in the NBA and increasingly the NCAA (as the last Olympics clearly demonstrated), what I took from last night was simply that this is why we watch college basketball. On one night an underdog team comes through with the best game of their collective lives and upsets the favored team. On a less starry-eyed note, in those games where there was an upset, it seemed that we saw the underdog team come out strong and the favored team was caught sleeping or caught with sloppy play at the beginning of the game. Seems they didn't respect their opponent.
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Thanks for writing! It's always fun to inhabit another's internet identity.
Yes, the starting slow/lack of respect thing is a big part of the underdog factor. The best teams seem to get over it sooner, a la Wake. Games are shorter than you think, so waiting around is unwise.
The more I think about the Vermont game, however, the more the conspiracy theorist in me rises up. The game was called pretty tight on the perimeter and astonishingly loose inside. This played right to Vermont's strengths and Syracuse's weaknesses. Hakim Warrick was just beaten to death in the paint. Vermont was pegged long ago as one of those "special" stories that CBS and the other media love. I'm not suggesting that there really was a conspiracy, mind you, but I can't help but feel that the narrative was helped a long a little bit by the style of play.


Every once in a while I get really excited about a deal or a bargain. Typically this is an internal excitement that I take from the store to the car or blab on to Alex about, but in this case I couldn't resist sharing my shopping win with you.
Do you remember the two large brass trays we picked up at a local estate sale last year? If you don't recall the specific post, or you haven't been around these parts since last September, here's a photo to get you up to speed.
They weren't in great condition when I bought them, but for only $55.00, I took home both and felt like I could make them work. I was hoping they wouldn't look weird or out of place, and today my purchases were validated. As I was just doing a little browsing on One Kings Lane, I stumbled on something that looked very familiar. Check it out.
Yep, almost identical to one of the asian brass trays I scored last year. Did you catch the price? Here, let me help you see it.
That's right. $275.00 marked down from $450.00!!! That price seems pretty crazy, but it makes me feel pretty darn good about paying just $27.50 per tray. Pretty spectacular, don't you think?
In case you're wondering how we used our trays, after a little polishing up, we chose to use one as a table top in our sun porch (the decorating in here is still in progress).
And the second hangs on the wall in our family room.
Now when I look at them I can smile to myself, thinking of what a great deal they were. $27.50 instead of $275.00? Yes please! That's why I couldn't resist sharing my shopping triumph with you. We may be doing a little antique hunting this weekend so I hope this is an omen of good things to come.
Do you have any great bargains that you've scored over the years? Amazing finds you've stumbled upon or stores that seem to always bring you luck? I'd love to hear all about your shopping adventures.
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The Great Peace: a Heaton schoolgirl's memento
In summer 1919, every schoolchild in Newcastle was given their own, personally inscribed, copy of a booklet commemorating the 'Signing of the Great Peace' on 28 June.
Newcastle schoolchildrens' Great Peace souvenir, 1919
The booklet was full of stirring words, such as:
'This Victory has only been made possible through the heroism of, and the sacrifices made by, your Fathers and Brothers, the splendid men from our Colonies, and our gallant Allies, nobly assisted by the patriotism of our women.
You were too young to take part in the struggle, but your turn has now come – not to fight as your Fathers and Brothers did, but to prove yourselves worthy of the noble men who fought and suffered for you, and to do your share as Citizens of the great British Empire, so that you may be able to preserve and to hand down to the next generation the priceless heritage of Freedom which has been secured for you at so great a cost.'
One recipient was Dorothy Mary Flann who, aged 10 years old, had just started Chillingham Road Senior School. She saw fit to keep this memento until she died in 1983. Heaton History Group member, Arthur Andrews, recalls, 'I probably bought her booklet for a small sum at Tynemouth Market several years ago because of my interest in WWI'. He has since looked into Dorothy's family history and found out more about the 'Great Peace' celebrations in Newcastle and Heaton.
The Flann Family
Abraham Flann, Dorothy's grandfather, an H M Customs Officer, and his wife had lived in St Helier, Jersey, where several of their children were born but by 1871 they had relocated to Willington Quay. By 1881 the family had moved to 6 North View, Heaton and by 1891 they had moved to 36 Heaton Road.
By the turn of the twentieth century, they were living at 45 Heaton Hall Road and, ten years later, Abraham was a 75 year old widower, at 34 Rothbury Terrace, with his single, 29 year old daughter, Caroline Amelia, a domestic servant and 2 sick nurses (who were probably visiting).
George Ernest Flann, a grocer's manager, one of Abraham's sons, continued to live at the family's former home of 45 Heaton Hall Road, with his second wife, Charlotte Mary and children, William Henry, Jessy Emily and Dorothy Mary, whose commemorative booklet Arthur eventually bought.
Flann family home on Heaton Hall Road
George's brother, Edgar, who would have been 14, does not appear at home in the 1911 census, which was something of a mystery until Arthur found, in a Chillingham Road School admissions book, that he had been awarded a Flounders Scholarship, named after a Quaker industrialist called Benjamin Flounders. Flounders' wife and daughter predeceased him so he left his fortune in a trust to help educate poor and needy children with their education in the form of schools and scholarships.
Evidently Edgar was the only scholar in the county to be awarded the scholarship, which was valued at £80, tenable for 4 years at the North East County School in Barnard Castle. When he left school, Edgar joined a bank as an apprentice. In 1916, he joined the Royal Naval Reserve and trained as a signaler, as can be seen from his surviving WWI records below:
Part of Edgar Flann's military service record
In 1917, Edgar married Frances Lorna Skelton and they went to live in the west end.
The 'Great Peace' celebrations
According to the local papers, the form that the commemoration and celebration of the Great Peace were to take, was hastily agreed by Newcastle Council and put together, remarkably, within a month or two but it didn't pass entirely without a hiccup: a travelling historic pageant was put together with the proceeds going to the St Dunstan's Blinded Soldiers and Sailors charity. Unfortunately, there was a train strike with the result that the wood for the makeshift grandstand and theatrical scenery did not arrive and so the council had to spend its own money to ensure that the pageant took place. In the end the event, at Exhibition Park, made a loss and no monies at all went to the charity. Schoolchildren were also supposed to be given a commemorative mug but not enough could be produced within the short timescale.
Great Peace commemorative mug as given to the children of Stocksfield, Northumberland
But lots of events did take place. On Saturday 19 July 1919, a 'victory march' was held. Various local regiments left the Town Moor at 11.00am and marched through the city. At 3.00pm there was a choir and band concert at St James's Park. There was English folk dancing in Jesmond Dene, as well as bands in parks throughout the city. Other parks had dancing until 10pm at night. At 9.30pm, the Tyneside Scottish Pipe Band processed around the city streets and an illuminated tramcar seemed to cover the whole tram network, leaving Byker Depot at 5.30pm for Scotswood Bridge before returning via Barras Bridge, Newton Road, Heaton Junction before finally ending up back at Byker Depot at 11.15pm.
It was reported that children celebrated with 'gusto', thoroughly enjoying themselves even if some felt that the Great Peace was more for the grown-ups than themselves. That would have changed when they heard King George V announce that they would get an extra week's summer holiday from school, making it five weeks in all.
In speeches, it was impressed on the children that the fight had not been for the winning of great lands but to free people from oppression and allow them liberty in their own countries. It was also said that while remembering the heroes who had returned from war, they must not forget those who had died in the fight for civilization. Many of the children were bedecked in red, white and blue 'favours' and schools flew flags of not only the United Kingdom but of the Allies as well.
Heaton celebrates
Over the next few weeks, street parties were held throughout Newcastle. One party in lower Pilgrim Street bedecked with flags, bunting and red and white chalked kerb stones, was painted by local artist, Joseph Potts. And there are reports in the papers of many such parties in Heaton, with each local politician, business and charity seemingly more generous than the last and, no doubt, enjoying the publicity that came with it.
Arthur Munro Sutherland opened a victory tea in Hotspur St back lane
On 2nd August, it was reported that 'a victory tea and fete was in the back lane between Hotspur St and Warwick St. The lane was gaily decorated and tables and chairs set down in the centre'. It was opened by the Lord Mayor, Arthur Munro Sutherland. 'Games and racing followed arranged by Mrs W Wilson and Mrs D Robson.'
On 11th, 'About 150 children of Malcolm St and Bolingbroke St were entertained by their parents and friends at a victory tea and treat. Sports and dancing was held and each child received a toy and, through the kindness of Mr George Black of the Grand Theatre, they each received a 3d piece.'
On 12th, the Illustrated Chronicle carried pictures of the above and events in Mowbray St and Heaton Park Road. 'Coming soon, pictures of Chillingham Road…'
On 22nd, '137 children were entertained at a Peace tea in Simonside Terrace. Councillor Arthur Lambert opened proceedings and presented each child with a piece of silver. The children were entertained at the Jesmond Pavilion at the invitation of the manager.' The organisers even managed to show a profit with 'the balance of £2-1s-0d presented to St Dunstans'.
On 1 September, 'children were entertained in one of the fields beyond Heaton Cemetery courtesy of the Manchester Unity of Oddfellows.'
On 9th, '150 children from Simonside and Warton Terraces were entertained at the Bungalow, Armstrong Park. They were afterwards given a free treat at the Scala Theatre.'
And, with that, the five week holiday appeared to be over.
As for Dorothy, proud owner of the Signing of the Great Peace souvenir that has prompted this article, in 1941, with much of the world embroiled in yet another war, she married Raymond Lancelot Donaldson, a merchant seaman. They lived together at 46 Coquet Terrace for many years.
Great Peace Celebration commemorative mug made by Maling
If you know more about either the Great Peace celebration or Dorothy Flann or her family or have photographs or anecdotes you'd like to share, we'd love to hear from you. You can contact us either through this website by clicking on the link immediately below the article title or by emailing chris.jackson@heatonhistorygroup.org
Researched and written by Arthur Andrews of Heaton History Group, with additional material by Chris Jackson. Thank you also to Alan Giles for the photograph of his Great Peace commemorative mug.
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Torn from Home: from Bosnia to Heaton
On 4 May 1980 a major news story broke. For all its importance, it probably didn't have a huge resonance in Heaton, but it would nevertheless go on to have an impact on the life of that part of Newcastle. It was on that day that President Tito of Yugoslavia died. Tito and his authoritarian rule had helped to keep the former Yugoslavia together after the nightmares of WW2, yet in little over ten years after Tito's death, Yugoslavia would be torn apart by ethnic conflict and Smajo Beso and his family would be torn from home only to find a safe place of refuge in Heaton. This is the story of Smajo and his family….and other Bosnians who fled the deadly war and horrific concentration camps of Bosnia and came to the sanctuary of Tyneside will have similar tales to tell.
Smajo Beso was born on 29 March 1985 in a little town in Bosnia called Stolac. Although born in Stolac, which is a town of 18,000 people, he actually grew up in a small village called Barane. Smajo's early childhood was pretty idyllic, living under a beautiful mountain, surrounded by nature. In the village there were only 44 homes and as a young boy this gave Smajo a great sense of freedom and adventure.
Smajo is the little blond boy being held on the left
Smajo makes it clear now that while the conflict in Bosnia is often explained by using the argument that there were ancient hatreds, which just exploded like a deadly human volcano and there was an inevitability about it all, he doesn't doesn't agree. He says that this is an outsiders' explanation and simply not true. On the contrary, Bosnia was a country where people of different religions co-existed very peacefully. Jews, for example, were made to feel welcome in Bosnia when they were not welcome in other parts of Europe.
Smajo was brought up not to differentiate in anyway between people of different religions. Although from a Muslim family, he remembers going to a neighbouring Catholic family's home at Christmas, while they bought Smajo's family presents at Eid. Smajo was raised to know that people celebrate different holidays at different times, but they were not different as people. In Bosnia the outward appearance of religion was not obvious, particularly from a child's perspective; there were a lot of mixed marriages and people were not treated differently.
Signs of change
When asked how he noticed as a young boy that things were going wrong, Smajo replied that it was 'not overnight'. However, he does remember one incident vividly. Smajo was six years old and was living in a new home his family had just built. Smajo was playing outside but when he ran back in, he saw his mother crying, while watching television.
Looking back it was 1991 and Smajo thinks it was probably something bad happening around the area of Croatia and northern Bosnia. Smajo also remembers that, 'our Croatian friends disappeared overnight'. They were worried about the Second World War and that some Croatians, working in tandem with the Nazis, had been involved in massacres of Serbs. In the end only a few elderly Croatians stayed and then eventually only Smajo's family was left in the village surrounded by the Serb army.
Smajo's grandad and his brothers had helped to save Serb villages in the Second World War. Consequently, local people went into the street to say Smajo's family should be protected. They were friends and still coming round – but now in uniforms. They were still friendly and Smajo's dad knew the commander and he was able to reassure Smajo's family that even though they were Muslim they would be alright. However, local friendly soldiers started being replaced by others from further away, from Monetengro and Serbia and some locals changed. One person, who had been friendly, came round sharpening knives, saying that he was going to kill Smajo's family. He had been friendly just a week earlier.
However. it was notable that other Serbs still came at night to bring food to Smajo and his family at great risk to their own lives, even when it came to really bad times. There was still one local hospital open but when Smajo had to be taken there because he was ill, soldiers at roadblocks wouldn't let Smajo and his father back in to the village. The soldiers told them to go a nearby concentration camp. Fortunately one soldier recognised the family and got into the car with them, so they were able to go to another house. The son of another friend got into his uniform and also got into the car. Smajo and his family got back to safety. Smajo's dad's cousin not so lucky. He was taken to a camp and died a few days later after coming back. It was said to be a heart attack. Whatever the truth, it was surely brought on by torture.
Inevitably, there was a lot of propaganda, with rumours of massacres. By now Smajo and his family were completely cut off. Smajo's dad felt compelled to patrol with an old gun. His own father had fought with the Partisans against the Nazis in WW2 , but now Smajo's dad was up against what was still then the Yugoslav army, then the fourth biggest in Europe. At one point a truck of Serbs came to torture and kill Smajo and his family, but were stopped by a Serbian friend.
Smajo's family escaped from the isolated village of Barane and made it to Stolac, where there were other Muslims and there would be safety in numbers. Smajo's dad joined with the Croatian army to fight against the Serbs but after a year all the Muslim men in Stolac were sent to a concentration camp – by the Croatians. Still a small child, Smajo escaped through a place of happy childhood memories from just a few years earlier. How different it all was now. His first taste of war was playing behind his house and hearing shells. Smajo has noted that even when young you know when danger is around you. He understood then the panic he had seen earlier in the adults around him and what they had been talking about.
Smajo's father and other men were arrested in July 1993 and put in a concentration camp by the name of Dretelj, which was to become known as the Camp of Death. Smajo's father lost 27kg in his first few weeks there. He had been fighting the common enemy for the ideal of a multicultural Bosnia. Around the same time, Smajo and his friend had been outside playing in the town of Stolac, when they saw many trucks coming down the road. One of Smajo's friends saw an uncle of his in the trucks. The men were being taken to be interrogated. Smajo's dad went back to the front line to wait for inevitable capture while Smajo and the rest of the family remained at his uncle's house in Stolac for over a month. The uncle was taken a few days later and they saw it happening. He had not been on the front line due to having an injury. One man who came to take him was his daughter's boyfriend. He didn't care who he took from Stolac. On 4 August, Smajo's family were expelled from their old home and taken to a metal factory (Smajo's uncle had been expelled from his home a month earlier and taken to the same metal factory to be searched and interrogated.) Smajo's mother was forced to sign something to give away her earrings for 'safe-keeping'.
Document on which Smajo's mum had to sign away her earrings 'for safe keeping'
From there Smajo and his family were loaded onto trucks and driven until they were near Bosnian-controlled territory and then forced to march to safety. It was very hot and at one point Smajo stepped over a dead body. The elderly died on the side of the street and they were all shelled and shot at.
Escape to the UK
From August 1993 until July 1994 the family stayed in Mostar with Smajo's mum's sister. His dad was writing to the family through the Red Cross so they knew that at least he was alive. They had found out just before they left Stolac and then heard nothing for months. The camp he was in was eventually discovered by the Red Cross but by then Smajo's dad had been there for four months, with nothing to eat but watery stew served in a tiny pot. The boiling hot stew was often so hot he passed it on without having any as it burnt his insides, so on many days he simply didn't eat anything. In four months he lost 27 kg. The Red Cross took out the 500 men in the worst condition to an island off Croatia where they were fed and treated. From there, Smajo's father came to the UK, arriving on 19 January 1994. He was told he could go anywhere except Asia, Africa – or back to Bosnia.
Smajo's father had to take a ferry, then a bus to Zagreb, walking on enemy territory, when he could have been killed any time. Indeed at one point he had to move away from Muslim haters on the ferry. He was then taken to a meeting point in Zagreb and then flew to the UK on a charter flight for refugees. Eventually, he reached Newcastle.
While all this was going on what happened to the town of Stolac? Stolac had for long been known as the 'Bosnia Museum in the open'. It had the best conserved historic core of any town in Bosnia, with wonderful archives and museums. The Croatian troops who went there in August 1993 torched every sign of Muslim existence – with even the local mosque foundations dug up and archives burnt.
This was the dreadful situation Smajo and his family were fleeing from when they were torn from home to land in the Heaton area of Newcastle. Smajo himself had just turned nine and on hearing that he was coming to the UK he found it on a map. He says now that, 'it looked small!' He was however excited to get out. A peace agreement with Croatians had been signed, but no agreement had been concluded with the Serbs and the nightmare of the genocide at Srebrenica was still to come a year later. However Smajo was also sad at leaving grandparents, family and friends behind. It was particularly difficult for his mother; she was leaving her parents behind to see her husband in Newcastle. Thankfully they did survive. But around the same time the dangers of staying were sadly brought home only too clearly, when Smajo's aunt (his mother's sister), was killed by Croatian bombs well away from the front line. It was a senseless killing.
Refugees in Newcastle
In June the Red Cross picked up Smajo and his immediate family so that they could join Smajo's father. On route, they were regularly stopped by Croatians at road blocks before reaching a refugee camp in northern Croatia. They were then driven to Zagreb, before flying to London and a short stay in a refugee centre there – all part of the agreement signed by John Major's government – before finally flying north to Newcastle. Newcastle Central MP Jim Cousins was among those who helped them get to Newcastle.
Smajo, his brother and father, Gosforth, 1994
Smajo, his brother and sister, 1994
Family photo, 1994
At first Smajo's family lived in a refugee centre in Gosforth before moving to a house in Heaton, just off Heaton Park Road. Coming from a war zone Smajo found Heaton very peaceful – there was no sound of shooting. At night however he found himself having nightmares about Bosnia as he began to process what had happened. One particular recurring dream was of waiting in line for food. On one occasion when doing this for real back in Bosnia, Smajo and his family had been shelled, but until now, he had blocked this from his memory.
Chillingham Road schooldays
Soon it was time for Smajo's first day at Chilingham Road Primary School. He remembers that he was taken there with a Croatian interpreter. However, the school had not been told that he was from a war zone. What with the bad memories and no English language, Smajo was very quiet in his early days at Chillingham Road. Consequently, the school requested a meeting with his parents to discover why he wasn't talking and subsequently things improved.
At this point the deputy head of Chillingham Road Primary School at the time, Claire Webster Saaramets takes up the story. Claire remembers going to the school gates that first morning and that she had no real knowledge of what Smajo and other children from Bosnia had gone through. She had seen the news from Bosnia on the television, but that was all. Chillingham Road Primary School was already a mixed community and very integrated. However Smajo was so quiet, not saying very much at all and this lack of English language left teachers unaware of the trauma he had gone through.
After the horrors of Bosnia, living in Heaton and attending Chillingham Road Primary School was a very positive experience for Smajo and others. They were able to feel a sense that they could just come and be who they were. Music was important and was one thing that could be shared. After Smajo's parents went back in to school there was lot of additional help.
There was often a song at the end of class and Claire taught the children how to sing it in Bosnian. So it was that a year 5 class in Heaton learnt to sing in Bosnian, their class song with the title of 'Goodbye my Friends', a poignant song about leaving friends behind at the end of the school day. Smajo remembers this as, 'just the most incredible and biggest act of kindness ever.' He goes on to comment that, 'this was something so simple but something so incredibly huge for me. It was a piece of home. I remember that first day walking home from school with a smile on my face. That's no exaggeration. It was incredible how welcomed I felt, how human and real I felt. What Claire did I will never forget for the rest of my life and we can all learn so much for that one act.'
Smajo also remembers drawing two soldiers with a flag of peace and as his English improved was able to produce an autobiography with a picture.
Schools in Heaton did a lot to help the Bosnian community and others fleeing the war in the former Yugoslavia. Chiilingham Road Primary School held a mini project around peace, helping pupils to feel safe. Meanwhile nearby Ravenswood Primary School initiated a campaign to try and stop the deportation of a pupil and their family back to Croatia. The project at Chillingham Road was about making sure it was safe place, while the school was also used a community centre for several years with the Bosnian flag in on the wall of the dining hall. Members of the Bosnian community met every Friday and they also received great help from the caretakers at the school.
Smajo faced a number of initial problems at school at Chillingham Road Primary. Most obviously there was the language barrier. Consequently, at Chillingham Road it took quite a long time for him to make friends. He would stand forlornly looking and watching on the playground. In his early days at Chillingham Road, Smajo would wait outside every morning, until it was time to come in. Fortunately it was a good Year 5 group and the teachers encouraged the playing of games, which Smajo could join in with. Ultimately it was the international language of football which helped, as playing football was the way he got friendly with people; Smajo had also played football in Bosnia.
At home in Heaton
As Smajo settled into his new life in Heaton, he found both good and bad things about it. On the down side, nearly all his family and friends were still in Bosnia and Smajo found himself feeling homesick. He and his family had a home, but it didn't feel like a home at first. Happily, all that has changed and Heaton and Newcastle are very much home now.
Smajo says that people in Heaton and the north east of England share a lot of similarities with Bosnians – they are friendly, with a lot of time for people, just like people in Bosnia. The Bosnian community helped each other, but there were so many other people who helped them. Consequently, they have integrated well, with many Bosnians becoming doctors or working in other professions. Smajo is proud to be Bosnian, but also proud that Newcastle is his home. Heaton is very much their home and most Bosnians in Newcastle live in Heaton and High Heaton.
Smajo sometimes thinks of what might have happened if he and his family hadn't come to Heaton. He states that they had no option but to flee. They escaped because of the agreement signed by the British government and that was what brought them here. They never knew how long they would stay here but are now glad that they did.
In terms of what people in Heaton and Newcastle can do to help those torn from home at time of war or other crisis, Smajo simply says to give them a warm welcome. It is a great credit to the people of Heaton and Newcastle that Smajo thinks that they should do whatever was done in the 1990s for the Bosnian community. Smajo notes that people here did that extra bit for them, acts of kindness from people in Heaton, such as having the class song translated into Bosnian.
And what is Smajo doing now? He is busy completing his Phd in Architecture and teaching at Newcastle University. He also spends a lot of time telling others of the experiences of himself and others in Bosnia in those dark days in the 1990s and helping people to understand what happened and how we must always be aware of the signs of impending genocide. The struggle against hatred and prejudice goes on.
Researched and written by Peter Sagar of Heaton History Group. Interviews with Smajo Beso and Claire Webster-Saaramets, Newcastle-upon-Tyne, 21 March 2019 with further comments from Smajo, April 2019.
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Class Act? A history of Newcastle schools
School education in Newcastle has gone through many changes since the mid nineteenth century. Using research undertaken while writing a history of the National Union of Teachers (NUT) in the northeast, in April Peter Sagar will guide us through 170 years of history and show how the lives of Newcastle schoolchildren, of which Peter was himself one, were affected by when, as well as where, they were educated. This will be a fascinating talk, of interest to anybody who went to school, whether in Newcastle or not.
Chillingham Road pupils, c 1908
Heaton History Group member, Peter Sagar is a well respected local historian who has many published articles to his name and has taught history and geography for over 30 years.
Peter has an M Phil in the regional identity of north east England from the University of Northumbria and is a founder and company secretary of A Living Tradition, which seeks to help people in our region to learn more about our great traditions of human rights and community cohesion and to be inspired to help continue them.
Our talk will take place on Wednesday 24 April 2019 at The Corner House, Heaton NE6 5RP at 7.30pm (Doors open at 7.00pm. You are advised to take your seat by 7.15pm). All welcome. FREE for Heaton History Group members. £2 for non-members. Please book your place by contacting maria@heatonhistorygroup.org / 07443 594154.
This entry was posted in Events and tagged Chillingham Road School, High Heaton Infants School, schools on January 11, 2019 by oldheaton.
St Gabriel's in Wartime: siblings on the war memorial
Fifty nine names from the First World War along with seventy eight from World War Two are listed on St Gabriel's Church war memorial. Heaton History Group member, Robin Long, has been looking into the shortened lives and sad deaths of some of those who died in 1914-18. He started by looking at people with the same surname, many of whom were related, often as brothers:
'There are nine instances of two casualties with the same surname. The first of these are Andrew Angus and Leslie Angus. It was their father who unveiled the war memorial when it was dedicates on 27 November 1921. In 1911 the family, including sister Rita, were living at 18 Fifth Avenue. Andrew was the eldest born in 1881. He was a sergeant serving in the 16 Battalion, Northumberland Fusiliers and was killed on 20 February 2016 when they came under heavy gunfire at Aveluy. He is buried there. Leslie was a private in the 5th Battalion (Territorial) Gloucestershire Regiment and was also killed in action. He died on 27th July 1916, age 20 and is buried at Lavente, thirty miles north of his brother. Both also appear on the War Memorial at Chillingham Road School.
St Gabriel's war memorial
After a brief unsuccessful search for John Brown and John Brown Jnr as well as John and Leonard Davies I moved to Edwin and Thomas Lant. At first I could not be sure that they were related. The 1911 census lists Edwin, age 20, living with his father, John and his mother, Mary Eleanor on Jesmond Dene Road. He has three younger siblings but there is no mention of Thomas. A search of the 1901 census shows the family including Thomas living in Darlington. The father is a building contractor and possibly moved to Newcastle for work. It was Thomas who was killed first on 1 November 1916. He was second lieutenant in the Northumberland Fusiliers and is buried at Bezentin-Le-Petit Military Cemetery. He would be about 28. Edwin died on 8 September 1917 age 27. He too was a 2nd Lieutenant and was serving in the Royal Field Artillery. He is buried at Noeux-Les-Mines Communal Cemetery, about 40 miles from his brother.
I turned my attention to Bertie and Chester Potter whom I originally thought would be related to the Potter family from Heaton Hall. Fortunately I discovered that Sandra MacDonald (19th Newcastle Scouts) was doing similar research and was able to pass much useful information me.
Bertie Potter was the son of Fred and Annie Potter. He was born in Middleham, Yorks, the second youngest of nine children. In 1911 the family were living in Wooler but at the time of Bertie's death his parents were living in King John Terrace, Heaton. That was on 10 August 1917 when he was 19 and serving in the Royal West Kent regiment. He is buried at Godewaersvelde British Cemetery.
In 1911 Chester Arthur Potter was living with his mother Jessie and his elder brother William Stanley at 48 Coquet Terrace. He was employed as an Insurance Clerk. He was serving in the Royal Field Artillery and died of wounds on 1 April 1918 age 28. He is buried at Hannerscamps New Military Cemetery.
Henry Sibbit and George Bertrand Sibbit were brothers living in 1911 at 21 Rothbury Terrace along with five younger siblings. Their father Thomas Henry Sibbit was a 'Schoolmaster, Elem (Head)'. Their mother Jane Elizabeth Fisher Sibbit had given birth to eight children in 24 year of marriage. A daughter had died age 5. Their eldest son Henry was to become a major in the Tyneside Scottish Battalion, Northumberland Fusiliers. He was killed in action on 1 July 1916 age 27 and is remembered with honour on the Thiepval Memorial. George Bertrand Sibbit was killed in action on 27 September 1918 age 27. He was serving with the Northumberland Fusilier as a Lieutenant and is remembered on the Vis-En-Artois Memorial. Both appear on the War Memorial at Chillingham Road School.
Waller is a name still connected with St Gabriel's and Thomas William and Robert Edward were the brothers of Eileen's father. In 1911 they were living at 114 Tosson Terrace along with their mother and father, two brothers and two sisters. Thomas William was serving as a Signaller in the Northumberland Fusiliers after spending 12 months in France he had been drafted to Italy. He was killed in action on 27 October 1918 age 21 and is buried at the Tezze British Cemetery.
Robert Edward enlisted in January 1917, aged 17 years 10 months, into the West Yorkshire Regiment. He was to remain in England until March 1918 when he travelled from Folkstone to Boulogne and was transferred to the Durham Light Infantry. He died on 22 April 1918 and is remembered at the Bouzincourt Ridge Cemetery, near Albert, France.
Both bothers are remembered on the Chillingham Road School WW1 Memorial. Thomas is also on the Royal Grammar School Memorial.
In 1911 John Cyril Watmough and Victor Watmough were living at 41 Meldon Terrace along with their mother, Helen Mary, three brothers and two sisters. Their father, John, is not mentioned in 1911 but in 1901 he is listed with his family living in South Shields and is described a 'Political Agent – Own account'. In 1891 he was a teacher of language and science.
John served as a second lieutenant in the Northumberland Fusiliers and was killed in action on 10 July 1915 and is buried at Ridge Wood Military Cemetery, Ypres. Victor served as a Private in the Royal Scots and died on 22 October 1917. He is remembered on the Tyne Cot Memorial and also on the War Memorial at Chillingham Road School.
Ernest and Norman Watson do not seem to be related. There is 1911 record of Ernest Watson living in Jesmond with his father John and mother Margaret as well as younger siblings. He was a shipbrokers clerk. He served as a private in the Northumberland Fusiliers and died on 31 August 1916 age 28. He is remembered in the London Rifle Brigade cemetery, Hainaut, Belgium. At the time of his death he was married to Gladys.
My searches led me to Norman O Watson who in 1911 was living in Elswick along with two older brothers and his parents, James (an art master teaching drawing) and Isabella. Norman was a private in the Northumberland Fusiliers and died of wounds on 3 March 1916 age 19. He is remembered at the Millencourt Communal Cemetery. At the time of his death his parents were living in Newport, Monmouthshire but are recorded as 'Native of Newcastle upon Tyne'.
I thought that I would search again for Leonard Davies. I found a Leonard Jewkes Davies on the Commonwealth Graves Commission records. He lost his life on 4th October 1917, age 24, serving in the 12th/13th Battalion Northumberland Fusiliers. Whilst his parents were living in Brighton, his wife, Annie Isabella was living at 12 Holly Avenue, Wellfield. She had been born at Hirst (Ashington) but I have not established any link to Heaton or St Gabriel's
In due course I will continue with the individuals on the Memorial helped by research already carried out by Sandra MacDonald. In the meanwhile I would be interested to hear from anyone who has further information about any of the men listed on the War Memorials in St Gabriel's.'
If you know any more about any of the people mentioned in this article or on the war memorial, we'd love to hear from you. Please either leave a reply on this website by clicking on the link immediately below the article title or email chris.jackson@heatonhistorygroup.org
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The Parish Church of St Gabriel Part 3: the war memorials
There is no central monumental public war memorial in the suburb of Heaton but you may be surprised to hear that there were, in fact, around 50 different memorials dedicated locally to the dead and injured of the two world wars. As elsewhere in the country, most were placed in churches, schools (eg Chillingham Road School and Heaton Grammar), work places (eg Parsons, the Post Office and Locomotive Works) and in the cemetery and took the form of plaques, windows, crosses and books of remembrance. But some are quirkier; there's Heaton Harrier's cup, still raced for annually and hearing aids, commemorated on a plaque at Heaton Methodist Church.
Heaton History Group member, Robin Long, has been researching the story behind those in (and outside) St Gabriel's Church:
There is an entry in the Chronological History of the Parish Church of St Gabriel, Heaton that reads 'A decision was made to adopt a design by Mr Hicks for a War Memorial to be placed in the North Aisle, recording the names of all those who gave their lives in the war and had belonged to St Gabriel's.'
The above appears in 1919 and in 1920 we read that at the 21st Annual Vestry Meeting held on 8 April it was unanimously agreed to apply for a faculty to erect a war memorial tablet in church.
At evensong on November 27 1921 the new war memorial was dedicated. It had cost £200. 'The enamelwork with two archangels, St Gabriel and St Michael were exquisitely worked and the alabaster border contains it and the Angel of Peace very well'.
WW1 memorial in St Gabriel's Church
The memorial was unveiled by Mr Angus who had lost two boys, Andrew and Leslie, in the war. Their names are the first two of the fifty six parishoners listed on the roll of honour. The memorial was then dedicated with prayers by the vicar.
We move forward to 1946 where we find a record that George Elliott returned for the forces. As an artist he replaced the typewritten list of the fallen with a more worthy book of remembrance. In it were the names of 75 who belonged to St Gabriel's before giving their lives for their country.
It was not until 1950 that an application was made for a faculty for the erection of a suitable war memorial to be inscribed with 78 names from World War II, consisting of two parts – one inside church and one outside.
Inside, in front of the existing 1914 – 1918 War Memorial, the lower part of the wall will be panelled, a dais laid down and a lectern placed on top bearing the Book of Remembrance, flanked by two candlesticks – all in oak.
St Gabriel's Church WW2 war memorial
Memorials to the fallen of both world wars in St Gabriel's Church
'Outside to the North West a large lawn will be laid out flanked with paths and backed by a shrubbery.'
ST Gabriel's Garden of Remembrance
The War Memorial and the Garden of Remembrance were dedicated on 10 February 1951.
More to follow
This article was written by Heaton History Group member, Robin Long, who is now carrying out research into the names on the memorials.
Information taken from Chronological History of the Parish Church of St Gabriel, Heaton, Newcastle upon Tyne. Researched by Mrs Joan Brusey (1890 – 1992) and Denis Wardle (1992-1999). Typed by Mrs Jennifer Dobson and Miss Valerie Smith. Bound by Mr John Dobson.
North East War Memorials Project
Can you add to the story?
If you can help with information about those listed on St Gabriel's memorials or can help us tell the story of other war memorials in Heaton please contact us, either by clicking on the link immediately below the title of this article or by mailing chris.jackson@heatonhistorygroup.org
This entry was posted in Research and tagged Andrew Angus, artist, Chillingham Road School, George Elliott, Heaton Grammar, Heaton Harriers, Heaton Methodist Church, Hicks, Leslie Angus, Parsons' Works, post office, railways, St Gabriel's, WW1, WW2 on September 27, 2017 by oldheaton.
Memories of Eighth Avenue
Reading Eric Dale's series of articles in growing up in the Heaton's Avenues was all the motivation one of our readers, Jean Sowrey, needed to put pen to paper. Here are her memories:
I was born Jean Rudd in 1936 In the front room of a two bed roomed flat in Eighth Avenue. I think a Dr Bell was in attendance and a midwife called Jean. For years to come we'd see midwife Jean around Heaton, Mam continually reminding me that she was the reason for my name Jean. At that time Dad was a postman and I had an elder sister, Margaret, who was 22 months old.
Eighth Avenue
Jean and Dorothy Rudd on the front step of their home in Eighth Avenue
Apart from the two bedrooms, our flat had a sitting room with a black leaded fireplace and the scullery with sink, gas cooker and a gas boiler No hot water so kettle boiled frequently and gas boiler used on Mondays (wash day) and for filling the tin bath. Latter used placed in front of the fire. Outside was the back yard where the mangle was stored and also the toilet, no toilet paper only newspaper squares. Washing was hung on a line in the back lane.
I think women had a hard life in the 1940s. Mam having to do all the house work: black leading the fire place, doing the washing with a poss stick, plus shopping etc. She also did a lot of cooking. A pretty regular daily menu, Mondays always being Sunday's leftovers .Occasionally we had jelly having been left to set covered outside on a window sill. Having an abundance of relatives, we frequently had Sunday afternoon callers – the treasured tin of salmon opened.
In 1939 Second World War started a month before my third Birthday. Margaret, my elder sister, was just about to start school. Alas Chillingham Road School had a glass roof so children were sent to North Heaton School. (Not sure if it was only the infant school?) . More work for Mam having to arrange blackout curtains etc. Dad in a reserved occupation didn't need to enlist for military service but did so in 1941, joining the army Maritime Service as a Gunner. Previously from a young age, he'd served with the Royal Scots Fusiliers, giving it upon marriage.
In 1940 my sister Dorothy was born, our maternal grandmother, Frances Stephenson having died a week before. She was buried in Heaton Cemetery. The last of one of our grandparents
1941 and Dad went off to do military service. Women being required to work during the war, Mam started work at a chemists on Heaton Road, owners Mr and Mrs Bartle. They were excellent employers allowing Mam to take our younger sister Dorothy. How Dorothy occupied herself goodness knows!
Margaret, Dorothy and Jean Rudd with their mother taken at James Riddell, Chillingham Road c1943-4
Who remembers Riddell's, the photographer?
School years
That year I joined Margaret at Chillingham Road School. Memories are vague now although I do recall a teacher Mrs Whitehouse who absolutely terrified me and others. She used a belt to reprimand pupils. One incident I recall was when she used it on Cynthia Jackson, a girl who wore a calliper on her leg. Fortunately it never happened to me, a rather mild child! One memory I have is when we celebrated Empire Day, marching around the Union flag. Another memory is Air Raid Drill. Going to the air raid shelter where we sang songs: 'Ten Green Bottles Hanging On The Wall' and many more. If you were clever were top of the class you received a medal. Later my brainy young sister Dorothy was frequently a recipient. Some pupil names I recall are my best friend Dorothy Rogers who also had a sister, Margaret; Brenda Parker, Sheila Raine, John and Elisabeth Crowe, Gordon Winn, Dorothy Emily, Olga Hedley and, of course, Eighth Avenue children.
In Eighth Avenue my close playmates were Betty Kibble, Sheila Muir, Kathleen Flanagan, Freda Patterson, Joan Robinson, Eric Dale and Harold Charlton. Other children in the street were Moira and Brian Law, Teddy Masterson, Alan & David Hinkley, the Nicholson brothers, Ernest Wray, Lucy Aspinall, Joyce Munster. We played outdoors most of the time, hopscotch etc – and skipping ropes for the girls.
At home we spent a lot of time listening to the radio. Sunday lunch time ardently listening to 'Two –Way Family Favourites' with Jean Metcalfe and Cliff Michelmore – a programme for families and members of the armed forces – Dad even sent us a message. Other indoor activities included knitting and letter-writing to Dad. My two sisters and I took piano lessons and the teacher would drop the shilling into a milk bottle: she also gave me dancing and elocution lessons gratis as she liked me. We also went to Heaton Swimming Baths and the library, and did a lot of walking to Jesmond Dene and Heaton Park, where I also played tennis. Occasionally we went to the cinema – The Scala and the Lyric.
Scala Cinema, Chillingham Road (where Tesco is now)
During air raids we would go across the road to the Taylor family air raid shelter. The camaraderie of Eighth Avenue neighbours was incredible. I believe their daughter, Lily, was serving as a Land Girl. The air raid I still recall was when Guildford Place was bombed and totally devastated. We felt the blast too, though luckily only windows shattered. That particular night Mam had taken Margaret and myself to the Taylors' shelter. Baby Dorothy (5 months) sleeping peacefully in her cot, Mam decided unusually to leave her at home. Fortunately Dorothy survived unscathed even though glass was all around. .
At the end of Junior School girls had to go to North Heaton School whereas the boys went into senior school. A bit unfair really as we were about to sit the 11 plus exam which meant some of us were only there one year. Margaret and I passed for Middle Street Commercial School For Girls. Young sister Dorothy eventually went to Central Newcastle High School For Girls.
Dad didn't come home in 1945 as he'd been involved in an accident in an army lorry in Greenock and suffered a broken femur. He ended up spending two years in Hexham General Hospital. He had been torpedoed twice during the war, luckily rescued and survived. However war finished and he had his accident whilst awaiting demob. Finally home in 1947 with a serious limp, he couldn't go back to his Heaton postman job but was given work at Orchard Street Sorting Office.
Being an ex-Army veteran and because of Dad's disability we were given a brand new council house at Longbenton and in 1948 left Eighth Avenue, but the first 11 years will always remain with me.
Thank you, Jean, for taking the trouble to write down some of your Heaton memories. Fascinating both for your contemporaries and for those too young to remember the thirties and forties.
If you know anything else about any of the people mentioned in this article, please get in touch either by clicking on the link immediately below the title of this article or by emailing chris.jackson@heatonhistorygroup.org
We are always interested to receive information, memories and photos relevant to the history of Heaton.
This entry was posted in Research and tagged baths, chemist, Chillingham Road School, cinema, Eighth Avenue, Guildford Place, Heaton Cemetery, Heaton Park, Heaton Road, James Riddell, Jesmond Dene, Library, Lyric cinema, North Heaton School, photographer, Scala Cinema, swimming, WW2 on August 2, 2017 by oldheaton.
Heaton Schooldays in the 40s and 50s
In this, his third piece, Eric Dale, who lived in Eighth Avenue Heaton from 1939, remembers his schooldays:
'I attended Chillingham Road School from 1942 until 1949. My form teacher was Miss Whitehouse who I mainly remember for wearing a long white warehouse coat and slamming the desk lid whenever she needed to get our attention.
Chillingham Road School (1960s?)
Chillingham Road School, 1994 (Copyright: Eric Dale)
Whilst in the mixed gender juniors, I had a distant schoolboy crush on two girls: Mary Hunter and Pat Dent. The latter lived on Rothbury Terrace. I'm sure that at no time had they any idea of my interest, which wasn't surprising considering that I was too shy to speak to either of them.
Mr Sturdy was the headmaster of the seniors who remarked when sent a note from my father excluding me from the imposition of homework that 'well, we'll certainly know who to blame when you flunk the eleven-plus'!
Chillingham Road School interior (undated)
School-yard games included (for those of us who wore boots protected with metal studs to save shoe leather; and that was most of us) being hauled by a long column of boys around the smooth concrete, sliding at great speed whilst on hunkers. This generated a great many sparks and had the added advantage of warming the feet! In winter we looked forward to snow and ice so that we could create long glassy slides in the yard.
Those were the days of door-to-door milk deliveries and each dairy throughout Britain printed their identity and town of origin onto the cardboard lid or top. We used to collect these and carry them around on long strings. Some of the more exotic ones, for example from the south of England became much sought-after and were used as 'currency' or for swaps. A game developed pitching or skimming them in turns against a wall; the opponents top being lost if overlapped. We also played marbles (three-hole-killer) in the school gardens. Very serious this. Highly prized marbles were lost!
In 1949 I began attending Heaton Grammar School in form 1c and stayed at 'c' level until the fourth year when I became a 'd', not exclusively due to my own lack of application. My form teacher was Mr Whitehead. F R Barnes was headmaster. Teachers I remember from my time there: Clapperton, Hutton, Nicholson, Rowell, Bambrough, Waldron, Walker, Friend, Taylor, Henderson, (Adolf!), Simpson (Satan!), Quickfall, Tansley, Tunnicliffe, John Healey (a brilliant musician who used to play us out at assembly with Mozart). However, his influence wasn't strong enough to dissuade us from singing the following at the Christmas service:
'We three kings of Water-logged Spa are selling toffee threepence a bar; matches tenpence, Fags elevenpence, that's what the prices are. Ohhhhhoooo…….star of wonder…etc.'
Well, what's school for if you can't have fun? We were kept well apart from the girls next door to the absurd extent that when every year we staged a Gilbert and Sullivan musical we were obliged to play all the female roles ourselves. How barmy was that!
Dinner-time
Money was received from parents for school dinners, not all of which was spent as intended. Most days we conformed, sat down with everyone else and noshed our way through the usual meat and two veg menu with the likes of frogspawn or concrete ie tapioca and a half-inch thick rectangle about three inches square made from two layers of rock-hard pastry between which a thin layer of an apology for jam resided. So, in search of something more palatable we came up with three taste-bud tickling options from which to choose:
1. Buy and eat a Walls Family Brick (yes, I know!) from the ice-cream van always parked outside the school gates.
2. Run pell-mell up to the baker's on Newton Road and try to be first there for the best choice of yesterday's cakes at one penny each.
3. Newton Road again but this time to buy a small loaf, scoop out the middle and eat that, then fill
the cavity with chips, salt and vinegar. Approval rating 'Edgy!' or better still 'Darza!'
I've seen our local kids committing the same food crimes at lunch-time and many seem to be quite a bit heavier than we were at the same age. Maybe the crucial difference is that sixty-five years ago we ran around a lot more and burned the extra calories off. Maybe we need to reintroduce food rationing.
Despite a much less than laudable academic record my memories of the school are very fond indeed and I was more than sad when I heard of its demolition. Especially as it was only built as recently as 1928, so wasn't exactly ancient. Admittedly it was draughty and the wind would regularly sweep the rain across the linking corridors surrounding the quad which must have contributed massively to the heating bills. But it had character and presence, which is more than can be said of many more 'efficient' buildings today.'
Thank you to Eric Dale. We'll be including more of his memories of growing up in Heaton shortly.
If you have memories or photographs of your Heaton schooldays, please either post them directly to this site by clicking on the link underneath the article title or email them to chris.jackson@heatonhistorygroup.org
This entry was posted in Research and tagged Chillingham Road School, Eighth Avenue, Heaton Grammar, Newton Road, Rothbury Terrace, schools on February 5, 2017 by oldheaton.
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Ok, if you read this and you pray, please consider saying a prayer for me. This schedule this semester is HELL. Its only the first week (not even the end of the first week) and I'm already overloaded. I have to take a finite math test (on my own time, which I have none of) sometime before next Tuesday, but before I can take that, I have to finish the homework, but the program won't work on my computer so I have to find more outside of class time to go to the computer lab to work on the homework. But before I can complete the homework, I have to go through every single problem and get them right, or else the program makes me start over (AFTER I've completed it and it tells me what I did wrong) and do all the problems again. But before I can start the problems, I have to first complete the questions, same rule, gotta get em all right before proceeding.
I also have to finish Richard II by tomorrow and read for History of English Literature. I have to get finished with my Folk/Pop book, Singing in Zion.
And then I have an art project due Wednesday. I have no time to work on it. How am I supposed to be creative, when I'm so freaking busy?
I need help. I need prayer. I need Jesus to get through this semester. Let's not even mention (as I go on to mention) the stress of being away from Scott and wishing every day I could just see his face or give him a hug. Talking on the phone every few days doesn't cut it. The truth is, this semester is just horrible. I can't even look forward to it being over because as Bullingsbrook said in Richard II "the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse."


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Mariah Carey Says She Doesn't Know Demi Lovato Or Ariana Grande
'Who?'
Madeline Roth madfitzroth 12/19/2016
This holiday season (and every season, TBH), Mariah Carey's shade is the gift that keeps on giving.
The elusive chanteuse stopped by Bravo's Watch What Happens Live last night (December 18) for an extra-juicy game of "Does She Know Her?" The title, of course, refers to her legendary Jennifer Lopez shade, "I don't know her." Behold:
The Mariah's World diva was tasked with revealing whether or not she knows today's beloved young pop stars. Here's a helpful guide:
Lady Gaga: Yes. Gaga once came to one of her shows. "She was very sweet ... and we had a nice conversation."
Ariana Grande: Nope. "Honestly, I'm really not familiar."
Taylor Swift: Yep. "Very nice girl. Met her once, she was really sweet."
Madonna: Not really. "Uh, never had a conversation with her."
Katy Perry: Yes. "Nice girl, she came to my show as well."
Britney Spears: YES. "I love Britney Spears."
Miley Cyrus: Maybe? "I think we met in a bathroom ... I don't know."
Her most scorching words, however, were saved for Demi Lovato. Back in June, the "Confident" singer put Mariah on blast for being "nasty" to J.Lo, writing, "Mariah is a legend and so talented but constantly disses people ... The woman is mean for no reason." Asked about Demi, Mariah casually insisted, "I don't know her either, and so I wouldn't say anything to her." Regarding Demi's previous comments, Mariah added, "She should come up, introduce herself to me, say here's my opinion, 'What do you think about it?' That's how you handle shit, OK?"
Of course, there is one woman Mariah wouldn't dare diss: Beyoncé. "We're friends. I think she's one of the most talented women out there and I just love her," she gushed. At least she got that one right.
Watch the full clips below, but grab some sunglasses first for all the shaaaaaade.
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PCS National Museum of Scotland Branch
Petitioning Board of Trustees - National Museum of Scotland, National Museum of Scotland Executive Team
Stand Up for Designated Staff Seating at the National Museum of Scotland!
In 2008 the National Museum of Scotland temporarily closed the Victorian side of the National Museum of Scotland for a redesign. When it reopened in 2011 the designated staff seating which had previously been a part of the galleries had gone. These seats, which offered respite for workers who otherwise spend their whole day on their feet. The lack of staff seats in the museum galleries is causing lots of problems, like back pain and leg pain. All we want is a proper seat for staff to sit on to rest our feet, backs and legs for moments during the day. Our most recent campaign action saw a majority of affected staff sign a petition demanding designated staff seating, but our bosses have refused to discuss the matter. We've been told that we've to sit on public benches if we need to rest, but public benches should be there for you when you visit our museum, not for us to take up during the working day. Our request is modest but we'd like to have your support. We want you to love the museum as much as we do, and we'd like you to back us in our campaign for seats so we can continue to be one of the country's top tourist attractions. We want the public to know about our campaign, and support us in our humble, but important request for designated staff seating.


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*Jan Pronk (Radsportler) (1918–2016), niederländischer Radrennfahrer
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Born in Leamington, England in 1969, STK grew up in Toronto, Canada, pursued BFA at Concordia in Montreal and MFA in Painting/Studio in San Antonio, Texas, attended Central Saint Martins in the UK for Cutting Edge, Stage and Costume Design.I have been exhibiting in group and solo shows at various alternative spaces, residency, fairs and galleries regionally, nationally and internationally. I was awarded for an installation titled THE BLOOD QUEEN aka "Open Sesame" at the Florence Biennale in 2013.
ARTIST STATEMENT: My art explores the relationship between design, the body as a biological system, human behavior and the environment and how these play out with technology.
Textiles in my work are used as metaphors for the permeable nature of skin, a mediating layer between emotion and perception.
In various projects I explore clothing as shelter, as site for grieving, as a vehicle to immaterial, and as a communal vessel for the intimate and the poetic.