Family Video Archive… Annice – Voice of the Dales

In the mid 1980s, Yorkshire Television made a documentary about a lady called Annice Sidwells, a talented operatic singer with a beautiful and special contralto voice. Annice lived in Settle, North Yorkshire, but the documentary was based around the unlikely story of how a singer from a small-town amateur operatic society made it big in the early days of wireless radio, travelling down to London to perform live on national radio. The romantic angle was added to the story when her boyfriend of the time came to take her home, away from the smog, back to Settle, and marry her.

The man was Matt Haygarth, my grandfather, who died at the age of 50 and I never met. Annice, my grandmother was a wonderful and special lady with an unrivalled joy for life, and I feel very lucky to have this film about her life!

Annice – Voice of the Dales from Dave Haygarth on Vimeo.

As told to Sylvia, her daughter:

ANNICE SIDWELLS: (Haygarth, then Holmes)

Born Crossflatts, Bingley, Yorkshire, 20th March, 1902. Moved to Skipton, Bold Ventura Street, as a child, and then to Toil Bar, Settle, Yorkshire, at about 4 years of age. Lived there a few months until 4, West View, was finished being built in High Hill Grove, Settle, then moved there with the family. Attended Settle National School and in 1914 remembers 3 of the male teachers going to war, and the brass band playing as the local men marched to the railway station to Dein the services. Miss Lay000k, one of the teachers, was crying teaching the class. Mr. W. Yates, one of the teachers who went to join up, was cousin Betty’s father. Left school at 13 years of age to be a confectioner at Duxbury’s for 1/6d. per week – an apprenticeship. Her parents bought the business (Sidwells of Cheapside, Settle) with £50. down payment (left to the family from an aunt of Annice’s at Bolton-le-Sands) and Rosie came from Keighley confectioners where she had been working, and Nellie left High School, and all 3 worked in the business, and paid off for it over the years. Then the property came up for sale, and all three sisters paid £100. and parents gave £300. and got a mortgage for £1,000 (total £1,600 for perm property). Brother John Sidwells (Audrey’s father) oame home from war in India in 1919/20, and joined the business, as his previous job in Kelbrook was offered only part-time on his return, and Annice’s father asked the three sisters if John could join into the business. He joined, and was paid £2. per week, and girls paid £1. per week. Profits were shared each year end.

Annice and Rosie made crumpets and muffins in the “top bake-house” (now demolished and incorporated in large bakehouse behind Sidwells shop) They delivered every day to the Giggleswick Grammar School, and also baked for Sir Water Morrison who lived at Malham Tarn House.

Annice was sent to London at the age of about 23 to have her lovely contralto voice trained by Helen Hensohell, who lived in Gloucester Terrace, and this was arranged through Alban Claughton, who at that time lived in Settle. Previous to that, she had received voice training from Miss Benson, who lived in Settle. Annice stayed with a friend who was attending the Royal College of Art in London, Miss C.1404.11 Graham, at 61, Redcliffe Road, Kensington (Fulham?) and was there for about 3 months, going to Miss Hensoholl’s home three or four times a week for lessons. Her father. only allowed her to go to London if his sister, who was housekeeper to a wealthy London family, saw to it that Annice was alright each day – Annice had to get in touch with her Aunt Annie daily! After about three months in London, Matthew Thompson Haygarth, her boy friend in Settle, came to London, and Annico met him off the train, and they went to Bond Street and he bought her a diamond and sapphire engagement ring, which he put on her finger in Westminster Abbey in Poets’ Corner. Annice then returned home to Settle, and married Matthew in June, 1928, at Settle Parish Church. They lived at The Harbour for about 1 year – rented – and then bought a house newly built – “Ash Lea”, High Hill Grove St., Settle. After about 21 years they moved to “Highfield”, Settle. Matthew died in Nov. 1952. Some years after Matthew’s death, Annice moved to “Lindeth Lea”, Silverdale, and later to “Mountain View”, Silverdale, wheh she married Fred Holmes.

Annice’s parents were Ellen Turner from Eldroth, and Williams Sidwells, who originally from Tamworth, Staffs, but came North to work in the signal on the railway. Worked in the box at the junction at Settle. His ancestors came from around Tamworth, and there are lots of Sidwells in the churchyard re – his predecessors.

Who do you think you are kidding, Mrs Haygarth?

Dad’s ArmyWent to watch mum in a play of Dad’s Army last night at the Grand Theatre in Lancaster. With a familiarity of Dad’s Army on TV, I’m not sure what I was expecting. I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be such a faithful copy of the original.

The play itself was essentially three episodes of the TV series. With Dad’s Army being a studio set series, it translated to the stage fantastically well. Excellent casting and make up made it eerily like the TV show, and disbelief was fully suspended for the evening. The TV show’s canned laughter was replaced by genuine laughter and it made a great play. Mum’s performance as Mrs Fox – Lance-Corporal Jones’ unofficial other half (originally played by Mollie Sugden on the radio series) was refreshing and, like the rest of the cast, convincing. I was very proud and shared her pride in a great performance.

One of those classic moments relived last night:

Mainwaring: You can write what you like. You’re not going to win this war.
U. Boat Captain: Yes we are.
Mainwaring: Oh no you’re not.
U. Boat Captain: Oh yes we are.
Pike: [sings] Whistle while you work. Hitler is a twerp. He’s half barmy, so’s his army. Whistle while you work.
U. Boat Captain: Your name will also go on zee list. What is it?
Mainwaring: Don’t tell him, Pike.

Camping trip with Lily to Malham

Malham TarnThe school holidays are a bit to cock this year, meaning that Katie’s and Lily’s Easter holidays don’t match up. It’s led to some creative childcare activity this holiday for Lily which in many ways will be much more fun for her than the prospect of getting on her mum’s heavily pregnant nerves.

Lily and I took advantage of the situation by going camping for a night in Malham. Aside from the predictably good bonding opportunity it afforded, it was actually a really good laugh, start to finish. We had a great bike ride with the trailer bike [View in Google Earth] taking in some bleak but very ridable bridleways and byways, and had a couple of really ace short walks.

We capped off by a quick visit to Settle to see Lily’s great grandparents’ grave on Friday as the weather curtailed the walking, which was also worthwhile and led to lots of good chances to chat about relatives, mortality and all that!

Some fine photos here.

World Track Cycling Championships 2008 – a Wheelbase night out

World Track Cycling ChampionshipsThe good people at Wheelbase treated all the staff and team to an evening at Manchester Velodrome to watch a session of the World Track Cycling Championships on Friday. In itself, it would have been a great night out and something different to do. As it happened though, the Great Britain team were in the middle of a gold rush and took two further gold medals on the night.

There was something very familiar, having watched countless medal ceremonies before – at events and on TV, but I suddenly realised on the way home that hearing the national anthem play during the evening, this was the first time I’d ‘been there’ to see someone win a championship – in any sport – for this country.

Five piccies here.

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Rochdale Optician – a fitting conclusion.

A good while ago I was chatting (about the importance of search engine traffic) to my friend Lewis as he was setting up his Optician business in Rochdale, and I set about a little task of my own, for geeky fun, to see if I could get onto page 1 in Google for the search term ‘Rochdale Optician”. I managed to get onto pages 1 and 2 of the search results when I built this page.

Well, as if to complete the circle, I’ve just finished putting them together a website. It was a ‘spare time’ job and took way too long but it was a learning this and basically stuff I enjoy doing. So you know where to click now if you want to see the best Rochdale Optician and Optometrist in Norden Lancashire.

What’s nice is I’ve been able for the first time to apply all my Search Engine Optimisation knowledge to a site I’ve built entirely myself, and at ‘mates rates’. Dying to see how it gets on in the search engines as the domain gradually matures. If any of you’d like to put a link in to Craven & Murray from your site, I’d be ever so grateful! Needless to say, if you need an eye test or some good designer frames from the nicest optician in Lancashire, you know where to go.

Seven Days On – not addiction, but obsession.

Inspired by out-of-season, what-the-heckery, I decided to keep on runnin’ for a week and ditch the rest days. Steve did the same thing a while ago and it got me thinking about whether I’m a bit too precious with rest days. A much improved toe joint (thanks, Glucosomine & Chondroitin) finally meant that I wasn’t getting foot ache after runs, so i thought I’d go and see what kind of ache I could give myself.

So a week’s running, minimum of five miles every day was prescribed by my closest doctor and coach.

Looking back, I don’t think it’s done me any harm at all. I was a bit low on morale when I set off on days 4 and 5 but I think that’s because I’ve always run when I fancied it – this became a mission so I ‘had to’. The injuries stayed away (No injuries? Call myself a runner?) and I feel pretty good. The weather’s been utter cack so I’ve not missed my cycling.

The stats
38 miles, about 30 of them off road – 8,000 feet of ascent and descent, 5,500 calories. I thought it was worth commemorating the occasion with a Google Earth file of all the tracks from the trusty Garmin 305.

A new appointment to encourage sibling informality

I’m very excited about my brother Phil’s impending move back up north in the summer. His recent appointment to the Centre For Sustainable Water Management (CSWM) in Lancaster University means that we’ll be a maximum of an hour apart. Realising this has only just made me discover how much I’ve missed being able to get together with him and his family more spontaneously. Great news for the clan. It’s worth clicking on the link above just to look at the photo of him seemingly about to be sectioned.

Bionic mother-in-law

A few short weeks ago my mother-in-law, Jean, went for a new knee. This type of thing happens with great frequency these days and is nothing amazing, but I was quite taken aback when I saw how well and how mobile she was, when i finally caught up with her yesterday.

The bits of titanium and plastic that make up her new, non-arthritic knee seem to have bedded in terrifically well, and it was great to see her walking up into the village with what seemed to be a better pace than she was managing with the crappy old knee before Christmas.

Well done Jean for getting on with all this without any moaning or grumbling. I hope everyone enjoys the X-Ray feature of my stunning new camera.

Jean Jean Jean Jean Jean

Camera Quest: The Best of Both Worlds

After plenty of umming and loads of ahh-ing, I finally found the ideal all-round compromise camera… I think.

I was constrained by budget (aren’t we all?) and wanted

  • point and shoot (it’s not for me… that’s for a close female relative)
  • under £100
  • 5x Optical (or more) and a trusted lens
  • a decent CCD

Plus… on my ‘really would love’ list was

  • full manual Aperture control
  • Aperture priority control, and Shuuter Speed priority control (I was brought up on a Pentax ME super and will always be a user at heart).

MoiI started out looking at loads of things and almost fell into the trap of getting allured by brand, or by unbelievable price reductions, but in the end I stayed my course and ordered a Kodak C875. It arrived today and seems an absolute joy to use. I never thought I’d have ended up with a Kodak… I must say, but looking at the features and the way it performs on first exploration, I think we’re going to get on really well.

Plus, equally importantly, a certain un-named associate of mine might just enjoy its point and shoot simplicity. I said ‘might’.

Half term day out: Crosby and Knowsley

Sands of TimeTaking advantage of the pretty much unprecedented February clear spell, I took full advantage of a day’s leave booked to spend with Lily. Katie’s half term doesn’t coincide with Lily’s which is a bit crap, but we had such a stonking day together – was really good fun.

We set off bright and early to head over to look at the Anthony Gormley installation on Crosby Sands, between Southport and Liverpool. The vista was so impressive in these clear, crisp conditions; it was inspirational. We returned to the car with one sandy, knackered dog, and had our butties (along with some cheeky scrounging avians, see right)Scrounger, then were due to head to the museum in Manchester for the afternoon, when we passed Knowsley Safari Park. The sun was out, it was relatively quiet, and the opportunity just begged us. Some photos here (a mix of proper camera and phone stuff). Ace times.

In fairness to the weather

Rossendale Sunshine - a rare thingI thought I’d better say how flipping lovely it’s been here for the last five days. I had a good moan last year when summer really got me (and most people) down, so in the interest of fairness and balance, what a fantastic spell we’re having.

Winter sunshine is one of those treats that really makes you feel you’re winning. When it’s so still like it is outside at the moment, it also makes bloody fantastic cycling weather – and luckily I’m in the type of work that allows me to head out this lunchtime for an hour for a spin!

M-Head




M-Head

Originally uploaded by Dave Haygarth

I was starting to look a bit bedraggled with my slightly longer than regulation hair, and decided it was time for a change on Saturday night. It’s amazing to see that despite the clear shape of a letter M spelling itself out on my very generous forehead, I have had the same balding hairline for 21 years without very much subsequent recede. Still hanging on by a thread.

From a ‘charming looks’ point of view, I sincerely regret the move, as I now look like an urban-four-wheel-drive numb-skull aggressive tit. I’m adding fertilizer to it as I type.