Past and Present at Number 51

Augustus Egg (not a Wodehouse character - you're thinking of Gussie Fink-Nottle) painted a triptych called 'Past and Present'. In the first scene a woman is caught with her lover's letter, in the second her daughters weep in a garret, in the third she sleeps under a bridge.

This is the Hornsey Road version, played out in and around number 51:

Image from here

Both stories start with a woman taking a risk, although Veronica McGannon doesn't have much else in common with Egg's floozy. This Islington Tribune article describes a grandmother of nine who saw her first Arsenal game aged three and who instead of retiring opened Vee's bistro opposite the Emirates. I like the sound of Vee's Bistro, but the Great Recession closed it before I moved to Islington.

Number 51 lay quiet for months and months and months 'walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily'.* Then homeless people turned the recessed doorways into shelters, and then the doorways were boarded over to stop them. The second scene looks like this:

Number 51, January 2013

The third scene is set about about fifty metres south of Number 51:

Under Hornsey Road bridge, January 2013

I don't know how many people are sleeping in that pile of mattresses and bags under the Hornsey Road bridge, or why they've ended up there or how long they'll stay, or even if they're the same people who were sleeping in the doorway of what used to be Vee's. I could ask them, but I doubt they want to be asked.

I'll leave you with a quote from that 2008 Islington Tribune article: 'in a letter to the council, neighbour Sheila Stewart complained about the possible noise and mess the bistro could attract. She said: “I do not wish for my life to be turned upside down for the sake of a social venue. I am already penalised by living right near the stadium, because I cannot have visitors while a match is on".

*Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House, go read it.

They fought the law and we'll see what happens next

Photograph taken Tuesday 8 January 2013

Our neighbourhood brothel, the Aqua Sauna, is in trouble. The Islington Tribune says they 'will now face prosecution', though it's not clear for what.

If this finishes them it'll be, well, surprising.The sauna's has been there for decades. It's sailed through recessions. It survived an earlier police raid without even changing its name, which is convenient for the many, many men who land on this blog after searching for it and who, weirdly, seem to stick around. The overlap between 'willing to pay for sex' and 'interested in local history' is greater than I would have guessed. I am trying not think about what this implies.

Incidentally, if you're unsure as to whether a 'sauna' is a sauna or a sauna then a visit to Punternet is a quick, if bloody depressing, way of clarifying things.

Before the Andover Estate: scarlet fever, small pox, English cholera and diptheria

If you look into the Andover and the Six Acres Estates' past you'll hear them described in dry officialese as 1970s slum clearance projects. In 1885 the London Standard ran an article, nowhere near the front page, that shows what those slums had been.* Here it is:

'Dr G. Danford Thomas held an inquest at the Islington's Coroner Court as to the death of Daniel Hemley, aged 6 and a half, lately living with his parents at 51, Alsen-road, Holloway. 

Fanny Hemley, the mother, stated that she had formerly resided at Andover street, from which place she removed, owing to the occupants of the house and the neighbours being all down with various zymotic [infectious] diseases. 

The child was well until Wednesday last, when he complained of pains in his head, and feeling sick, on Thursday saying his neck pained him. On Sunday Witness gave him a powder and put him to bed, but he died the next morning at three o'clock. 

Witness lost a child when at Andover road from diphtheria, and an inquest was held. Mrs Hutchings, landlady of the last Witness, said that she formerly resided at 4, Andover street, Hornsey road and there, owing to the bad drainage all her children were stricken down by disease. 

The drains in the next house were stopped up and the stench was so abominable that it was hardly bearable. The children had had scarlet fever, small pox, English cholera and diptheria there, all these diseases being traceable, in Witness' opinion, to the bad drainage. Witness notified the landlord of the state of the house and he had it disinfected when she left. 

Dr T. H. Wagstaff, of 19, Andover road, stated that he was called to the child, who was then dead, death being due, he found, on making an autopsy, to a severe form of diptheria. 

It arose, in Witness' opinion, from the effects of bad drainage. He believed that the houses were built thirty years ago, under the old system of combination drainage, the effect being that the effluent in one house passed into the next, any foul gas generated in the one passing through the next two or three. The system was not allowed under the New Building Act, and the houses should, Witness thought, be looked to. 

Witness had at present two young people aged 19 and 22 respectively, under his care who were suffering from typhoid fever, and they came from the same infected area. No cases came from the other side of the Hornsey Road.  

Dr Thomas said that he had had many cases from the same district, and in each instance a notice had been sent to the Vestry, but no action had been taken in the matter. 

The following verdict was agreed to unanimously: 'That the deceased was found dying, and did die, from the mortal effects of diphtheria; and the Jury having heard in evidence of the prevalence of this disease and other zymotic diseases in the neighbourhood of the place of the death, desire urgently to call the attention of the Vestry to the matter, in the hope that a thorough inspection of the drainage may be made.'

Thanks again to the British Library's online newspaper archive. And many many thanks to plumbing and medicine.

*As noted in comments I've been lazy and not looked into what happened between this trial and the estates being built. I'm not even sure how to find out what happened - suggestions very welcome. 

Living in the chapel

Around the turn of the last century there were Methodists everywhere on the Hornsey Road. The Spiritualist church, the police station and this blue building on Bavaria Road all used to be chapels.

Not a chapel, December 2012.

The blue building got turned into flats and the top flat went on sale with The Modern House last month. It sold quickly. Shame, because I wish I could live there.

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'The apartment was the subject of an award-winning conversion by West Architecture in 2006, and would be ideal for use by an artist or a designer.The project was given a Wood Award in 2006, with the judges commenting: “The delicacy of the structure and the contrast of the steel and timber make this project a delight.” It was also shortlisted for the AJ Small Projects Award, and featured in the book Detail in Contemporary Kitchen Design by Virginia McLeod.'

I keep on thinking about Methodists and Hanley Arms arms patrons glaring at each other and how in the end both sides lost.

How to save money on Christmas presents

Go to the bookshop next door to Hamlet's and opposite North London models with ten pounds.

Leave with eleven books. Eleven proper, actual, beautiful books. 

Wrap. Do not tell recipients how little you paid. 

Sidney reflecting that books do furnish a room.

Emily looking for her favorite book 'Mice - and why they must die'

Ghosts of St Mark's past, present and future

St Mark's on Tollington Park is a Victorian dream of the middle ages. Here it is not long after it opened in 1854, bringing godliness to the edge of the city:

The Methodists opened a chapel on the Hornsey Road four years later. It looked like this: 

Methodists, 1858

Now it looks like this: 

Police station, 2011.

St Mark's, on the other hand, is thriving. There are two hundred adults and ninety children at the average Sunday service. 

In last March's advert for a new Priest in Charge the parish said:  'We have a long evangelical tradition, centred on faithful biblical teaching and preaching. This has matured in more recent decades to include a stronger commitment to being a charismatic church.' From the one service I went to this seems to mean being heavy on power point and low on graceful language. I don't approve, but I suppose churches have the right not to be an aesthetic theme park for non-believers. 

The advert doesn't say what the post pays, but it does say that Vicarage 'is a large, spacious, comfortable Victorian house and has been recently redecorated. It is fully centrally heated with four bedrooms and a bathroom on the first floor. The ground floor comprises a vicar’s study, sitting room, kitchen, dining room, pantry and utility room. It also has off-road gated parking for two cars with a large mature garden. The garden has been partitioned so that the vicarage has its own dedicated section with a separate small area for church use. A separate flat above the vicarage is lived in by the Worship Director and his wife.' God (appropriately) knows, he probably works hard enough for it. 

Dr Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People

Today's post is thanks to the British Newspaper Archive and the Saturday 30 November 1901 issue of the Essex Newsman, and proves that alliteration can cure all. 

Fireman's Career Ruined by Rheumatism. 

James Pederson, London Fire Brigade, who lives at 6 Rhodes Place, Hornsey Road, London, N. recounted the following facts to a Weekly Dispatch reporter:

I was one of the most powerful men in the brigade, stood six feet one, and weighed sixteen stone.

 I have good cause to remember an outbreak at  a large printers in Barbican. I got soaked to the skin with hot water thrown back from the building. For three hours I was on duty without a dry stitch on me. The next morning I found I had taken a chill, which developed into high fever and influenza. 

I was as prostrate and helpless as a baby. It was two months before i was able to put a foot out of bed, but I pulled through and put in the rest of my time until I had my second serious illness: I caught another chill, which developed inot rheumatic fever. 

This was followed later on by a third illness- the most serious of all- and the after effects finally settled in my feet and ankles. for 14 months I was an invalid, just able to crawl about, and although I saw many doctors and specialists, none of the seemed to be do me any good. 

In 1897 I was invalided out of the brigade. The doctors certified that I was Totally Unfit for further service, because I was suffering from incurable rheumatism, gout, dropsy, and anemia.

 I do not exaggerate when I say that every bone in my body ached; my ankles finally swelled to double their proper size. I gradually dwindled down until I was a mere skeleton. About this time my wife read of a wonderful cure by Dr Williams' pink pills for pale people. She brought the pills home and I began to take them. 

When I got to the end of the second box. I found that although for something like 2 or 3 years I could not move either of my arms, I could bend my elbows quite easily and without pain/...] I grew quite stout , and my old good spirits came back to me. I am 38 yrs of age, and I feel as strong and as hearty as I did when I was 20. This remarkable return of health is entirely due to Dr Williams' PP, which rescued me from a life of misery and an early grave".'

For more British Newspaper Archive stories, see here, here, here, here and here.