OLD MIRFIELD DAYS - Mirfield - A Second Look
OLD MIRFIELD DAYS - Mirfield - A Second Look
OLD MIRFIELD DAYS - Mirfield - A Second Look
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CHAPTER 10<br />
WE cannot leave Hopton without recording the means of transport, the Hansom cab, the<br />
ordinary four wheeler, or the waggonett. The hansom cab was an elegant affair, a two wheeler, usually<br />
a dark green body and yellow wheels ,the driver high above the whole contraption, it was usually hired<br />
by the better-off customer, a well known cab proprietor in the village, Joe Woodcock, bought one<br />
almost especially for the use of E, B. Wilson, Town Clerk & Solicitor. John Tipling another owner had<br />
one on hire, usually driven by the best known driver in Yorkshire, Joe Mellor. Joe was once hired by a<br />
railway contractor called Jim Pearson, who lived in Hopton, to take him to Grange Moor races, they<br />
arrived alright and arranged a rendezvous for one hour later, at the subsequent meeting there was bad<br />
news for Joe, his fare had had his gold watch and chain and sovereign case pinched and was all for<br />
calling the police but Joe counselled patience and they arranged another meeting one hour hence. The<br />
hour passed and Joe had news, he had found the burglars alright. Mr. Pearson was again eager to call<br />
the police, but Joe had made better provision for the recovery of the valuables. They had to be at the<br />
Fountain at the head of <strong>Mirfield</strong> Moor at 7 o'clock that night with £12, when the loot would be restored<br />
to the owner. They got back down to <strong>Mirfield</strong>, Joe changed horses, picked his fare up, and was away up<br />
Sunny Bank, to be at the Fountain at 7 o'clock, the burglars were already there.<br />
Although one of them was a teetotaller and preached daily about the evils of smoking and drinking, he<br />
ordered whiskies for all excluding of course, himself, all to be paid for by the fortunate watch owner.<br />
He duly handed over the £12, when Joe was given £2, the paymaster enquired what this was for, he was<br />
told "for looking after thee", he was also told not to lose or sell the watch as they might require it again,<br />
Jim was eager to get back down into Hopton again, but Joe could not oblige, he had other and now<br />
more important business on hand. These burglars, or call them what you will, were well known local<br />
fellows, they were three card men besides not being adverse to a spot of picking pockets. They seemed<br />
to prosper and both had small farms, one of a particularly benevolent appearance in his parson hat and<br />
frock coat. He had a nice daughter who married a well known <strong>Mirfield</strong> lad, this cab was used by a well<br />
known pillar of the Church when visiting his girl friend in Huddersfield (she was not just HIS friend)<br />
on one of these visits Joe had a tour of exploration in the vast cellars of the girl's house at Edger-ton<br />
and found bottles of champagne all laid out on their straws. He borrowed two and on the way home<br />
next morning his fare rattled the top of the hansom, he dismounted, opened the cab door and was asked<br />
how much he would take for the champagne he had pinched. Joe denied this, but when told they had<br />
cost his fare 25/- he said he could have one for the same price, and they drank champagne up Leeds<br />
Road at 4 o'clock in the morning. I dare not tell you who the fare was, you wouldn't believe me.<br />
Joe Mellor had been a post boy on one of the very last coaches to run from Dewsbury, he was in great<br />
demand at weddings when he would drive a pair of greys if the bride could afford it, or just one grey, if<br />
they were poor. It was said, that if he had a wealthy client on a Saturday night he would stand him on<br />
his head, and shake him until all his cash dropped out, he was a good fellow and lived until he was well<br />
turned 90. Incidentally at the Grange Moor Races I have just been to, my father trained three horses and<br />
they all won, "Redbrooke", "Red Finch" and "My Girl", quite a feat, I should think. I had my<br />
photograph on the front page of the "Daily Sketch" the following Monday, I led from the ring the<br />
winning mare "Redbrooke", with my father just behind me. The caption over the photo — "The<br />
Pitman's Derby on the Yorkshire Moors". I should be nine or ten at this time and as Grange Moor<br />
Races were one of the red letter days in the year, the incidents above lasted for another year in all the<br />
pubs and farm stables after "laying away time". But all days were not race days, the Band rarely<br />
played, and the sun didn't always shine, for some it never seemed to shine, employment was generally a<br />
very spasmodic business, affected by Wars, both at home and abroad during a War, work would be<br />
good. Cloth was required from the newly built mills, coal to fire them, railways to move the products,<br />
but when it was all over, BANG, work was finished. This state of affairs always persisted, the mill<br />
owners applied the sacking and short time approach, the railways had men working for very low wages<br />
and jobs on any of the different companies lines were coveted, usually in preference to one in the new<br />
textile industries, but to get a railway job there were many preliminaries, knowing the immediate<br />
foreman or chief clerk helped. It also worked in the factories, a foreman would be paid perhaps a<br />
shilling or two a week more than the other men, then became a bigger tyrant than the boss which was<br />
the way it was intended to work. Rough times usually caught the women and children first, in spite of<br />
the low cost of food, if cash was not available to buy it, it might as well have been a thousand times<br />
more. Milk was 1sd a pint and old milk, or skim milk which the farmers sold at 1/2d, but if you had not<br />
the pence required, well you didn't buy it. It seems like a hundred years since the old school days in<br />
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