Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Chasing Engels: A Historic Walk Through Working-Class Manchester

Friedrich Engels was a businessman, author, and Karl Marx collaborator in the 1800s. His book, "The  Condition of the Working-Class in England" focused on a particular section of the country - Manchester. Mid-1800s Manchester to be exact. Now, while this may be interesting to some, you might be asking yourself what this has to do with my studies, interests, or anything, really. Well, I'll tell you!

In my first year at Acadia, I took a course (a life-changing course) by a one Dr. David Duke (no...not the American white-supremist!) - "Environmental History." In this course we were assigned a section of Engels book. Anyway, during my trip home over the holidays, I was 'challenged' to trace the steps of this depiction of Manchester in 1844. Since I had some spare time and hadn't really explored much of the city, I felt this would be an excellent opportunity to see Manchester in a completely different way than I would have without this little adventure!

On Saturday, I re-read what Engels had written. I was amazed by a) how little I knew about the areas mentioned and b) how many of area names I actually recognized. I know this pretty much contradicts itself, but essentially, I hadn't been to most of the areas discussed, but had heard mention of them.

After reading the description, I highlighted all the areas noted and did a quick search on Google Maps.
Sorry for the walk-time - I didn't know how to get rid of it!
The blue dotted line represents the outline of Manchester proper, as described by Engels
The city limits seemed quite extensive for a computer print-out, so I marched to the nearby Visitor Information Centre hoping to find a detailed, already printed map. They had several for sale, but I settled on the freebie, and instructions to head to the "Travel Shop" across the street to get maps of the north and south Manchester bus routes. Due to changes in routes, construction, and the need to print updated maps, there weren't any available. So, I made my way back home, not realizing that I had just been map-hunting in the section of Manchester I was looking to explore!

When I got home, I mapped out all the spots I could easily find, and then did a little research into the few that I couldn't. Two main areas or landmarks appeared to be missing: Ducie Bridge and St. Michael's Church. There is mention of "the Old Church" which I have taken to mean Manchester Cathedral, but unfortunately there doesn't appear to be a St. Michael's Church within the area in question. Regardless, the focus of this adventure is located amongst two areas of Manchester - the Central Retail District and NOMA, which is a "newly developing neighbourhood" according to the map.
A snapshot of the map, with the various landmarks circled in hard-to-see pencil.
The brownish areas are the retail district, and the green is NOMA.
After plotting all the key points and checking the weather forecast there was only one thing left to do...wait several days for the hopes of a non-rainy day and get out there and actually, consciously check these places out!

To give you an idea of what this section looks like based on "back-in-the-day" maps here's a few for you to checkout! One is a map of Manchester proper, while the other focuses on the same industrial section I took a picture of.
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(http://www.victorianweb.org/)
After multiple days of waiting semi-impatiently, I was finally able to make my way out to explore today. I set out first along Oxford Road in the hopes of snapping a few shots of the River Medlock. Unfortunately, the only spot I could get a clear view from Oxford Road was 'protected' by a glass shield. But, I sought out another possible opportunity just off of nearby Whitworth Street. As I proceeded towards the gate preventing people and cars from falling into the Medlock, I was approached by a man indulging in a cigarette. He questioned what I was doing, and upon hearing my planned adventure began telling me a bit about the history of the river. Apparently, the Medlock was much higher, but due to the amount of construction, it has impacted its flow. This man also pointed out an archway (pictured below...kind of), which he informed me used to take users to Piccadilly. Somewhere in this description, however, I had trouble understanding him, but I think he was telling me that children used to peddle the boats through the archway to Piccadilly. I can't confirm whether or not this was true, but found it interesting nonetheless.
The River Medlock from Oxford Road, now featuring...Starbucks!
Note the glimmer of archway.
The River Medlock off of Whitworth Street towards Oxford Road.
From there I proceeded to Piccadilly Gardens, where although it is not mentioned in Engels piece, I thought it might be neat to snap a present day picture and get a hopeful comparison of what this area looked like in the 1800s. I'm glad I did, because I was able to successfully find one!
Piccadilly Gardens - no that's not the London Eye, apparently everyone's got 'em!
Piccadilly Gardens, 1824
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Next, I made my way to the start of my path - Manchester Cathedral. There was some confusion getting here as Fennel Street, is not an actual road, despite what the map indicates and that area is also under construction. I eventually found it, and boy (!) what a building! Located in front of the Cathedral also happens to be the River Irwell. I'd also like to point out here, that the roadway in-between the Cathedral and the Irwell was in an obvious transition to a pedestrian only walkway. Evidence of this can be found below.
Manchester Cathedral, 1791-1810
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The Manchester Cathedral, 2015


The River Irwell
The River Irwell with the Cathedral

Pedestrian Friendly!

Okay, so here's the point in this journey when I realized that the construction I was seeing wasn't just some project taking place at present time. Perhaps the two scenarios I've already mentioned should have given me some indication that major changes had taken place (which, in all honesty, I had anticipated there had been). But, for some reason, I hadn't prepared for the level of change that I was about to observe. After looking around for the "row of old-fashioned houses at the right" of Long Millgate for a few minutes, a delivery man approached me and asked if I was lost. I replied by saying no...but that I was fairly certain there should be houses where I was looking. He laughed and told me it had been sometime since those houses had been there. In fact, "those houses" were now the site of the National Football Museum, a part of the city's tourism draw that I'm willing to bet was not part of the scene in 1844! Additionally, he pointed behind the Cathedral and informed me that in the past 20 years everything had changed drastically...that all of the buildings that used to be behind it had been "flattened" and what was there now had been built fairly recently. This made me feel sad.

 Long Millgate - the blue building is the National Football Museum. 

Long Millgate, date unknown
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Old White Lion, Long Millgate, 1875
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It's hard to see from this picture, but if you look past the Cathedral,
you can see that there are new buildings behind it.
Feeling a little deflated, I walked down Long Millgate in search of Victoria Station (which could easily be viewed from where I had the conversation with the delivery driver) and Todd Street. Here's what I know: Victoria Station has not changed much and Todd Street is pretty much non-existent. Now, to be fair, Victoria Station wasn't even built until 1862, but this was still the sight of what was known in 1844 as "the station of the Liverpool and Leeds railway." Here's two interesting points for you to consider. One, Victoria Station is in the middle of a massive expansion project (hence the endless construction that seemed to be taking place in this area). Two, I learned about a former burial ground, which this construction uncovered. Apparently, the expansion that is taking place at the Station turned up hundreds of bodies, believed to be of the poor who lived in that area. To learn more check out this article by the Manchester Evening News. If you're interested in seeing the progression of Victoria Station since the early 1900s, check out this link.
Victoria Station, 2015
Victoria Station, 1921
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Todd Street...or what's left of it! The opposite side of the street is the National Football Museum.

Next on the list was Withy Grove. Engels described this street along with Todd, Long Millgate and Shude Hill as being "narrow and winding." For the most part I tend to agree...particularly had "those house" been present on Long Millgate. Anyway, Withy Grove surrounds one side of the Arndale Mall. There are bars, coffee shops, and various other retail-related places to be found. It's quite commercialized. Somewhere along here St. Michael's Church should have been, but as noted previously, it seems to no longer be around. Note, though that there isn't much difference between the then and now photographs, as far as the busyness and commercial aspects are concerned!
Withy Grove, from Fennel Street, 1895
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The bottom of Withy Grove from Fennel Street, 2015
Withy Grove quickly turns into Shudehill, which is home to the Shudehill Interchange (a bus station). There were very few remnants of 1800's Manchester, but I did manage to find a few buildings that could possibly have been from that time.
Smithfield Market, Shudehill, 1896
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Shudehill - at the end of this street is the Arndale Mall.
The back of Shudehill.
My last stop was in search of Ducie Bridge - the other spot Engels refers to that I couldn't seem to find. The only thing that seems to be related to Ducie Bridge is a pub on the corner of Corporation Street, where Miller Street turns into Cheetham Hill Road (which, by the way, is a bridge!). I had hoped to ask someone in the pub about its namesake, but it appeared as though it were not open. One interesting observation about this pub was that it is in one of few buildings that doesn't reflect the newer construction taking place in the NOMA district of Manchester. The mix of old transitioning into new was very obvious from Miller Street.
Ducie Bridge Pub
The back of Ducie Bridge Pub (from Corporation Street)
Corporation Street 
The bridge also known as Cheetham Hill Road.
Could this be THE Ducie Bridge?!
The mix of old and new. The newer part makes up the beginning stages of the NOMA development.
So, there you have it. Engels depiction of 1844 Manchester is, sadly, a thing of the past. It was incredible to attempt to chase down the places he described, hoping to find some resemblance, even if it didn't result in what I'd hoped. I really enjoyed trying to piece together Engels words while discovering a part of Manchester I probably wouldn't have bothered to visit. It's amazing how much has changed in the 170 years since Engels' book was first published. I imagine the changes to come will reflect similar observations 170 years from now, though I can't even begin to entertain what they might be. I hope you have enjoyed travelling back in time (or attempting to) with me. If anyone can find similar articles about areas around here, I'd love the challenge of retracing them, as well!

-the Orange Canadian

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Pillows! A Documentary

It's official. Term one of my Masters degree is complete. Assignments have been submitted, tears have been shed, and sleep has not yet found me. The waiting game has begun... waiting for grades, waiting for the new term to begin,  and waiting for adventure. So, what do you do when in this transitional period, you ask? Easy...you make a ridiculous video about your pillow!


These new jobbies are actually quite comfortable. This is surprising because they cost me a whopping £2.94! I don't anticipate them to keep their form for very long, but at least I won't have to wake up to blow my pillow back up three times a night!

Hope you enjoy the documentary!

-the Orange Canadian

Saturday, 3 January 2015

Happy New Year!

Well, it's the start of a NEW year, and I must say, it's been good to me so far! When I left you last, I had just returned from a quiet stay at my grandmother's and was peeping to head back across the pond just in time for some New Year's celebrations. I was pretty excited, because this year was the first time in years that I actually had plans that were likely to happen!

The day of my scheduled departure, I began feeling not so good mid-afternoon. I assumed this was pre-travel jitters, mixed with a little bit of hesitation to want to leave (a feeling that took me by surprise). I went for pre-departure dinner with Michael and Scott, and felt increasingly nauseous. By the time I made it to the airport, I felt something wasn't right. Not only was my stomach churning, but I just felt unsettled - I wasn't ready go. Regardless, I parted ways with the boys, went through security (where I sadly was not frisked, meaning I apparently don't look as dangerous as I'd like to think!), and made my way to the gate. Now, to be fair, I didn't actually need to be at the gate...I mixed up my departure time, but being as I had committed to leave when I said, and was worried about holiday travellers, I figured it would take me longer than the 15 minutes to check-in and get through security, giving me a goof 4 hours to kill (most times I don't like to admit it, but sometimes I am very much so my father's child). So, I sat at the gate reading my book, until my stomach decided dinner was not what it wanted. Can you say barf-ola? I felt pretty good afterwards, but something still didn't feel right.

About an hour before we were set to depart, an announcement was made that the plane was overbooked. I waited for a bit, and then went to the desk to volunteer myself to stay back - and decision that gave me big cash moneys for future travel, and a few extra days to spend at home. I figured this would be a quick process, but actually took over an hour to get settled and head back to Michael's. Thankfully he didn't have to come get me, although it meant having the most awkward taxi ride of my life...which includes all of the awkward ones in Ghana where I'd get hit-on or solicited for certain acts I was not willing to participate in. Now, while this trek didn't involve anything like that, it did however, result in a play by play recount of every failed job and relationship this driver had. By the time he dropped me off, I knew way too much about him, including the fact that he never married because "I've never met anyone I like enough to put up with after 3 months." I know why ladies wouldn't date him, according to him, and his love of cars. Parting ways with him was a top-of-the-list happy moment for me. Sweet dying! Michael's offer to drive me once again to the airport two days later has never been so welcomed!

Anyway, it became apparent that my decision to sit back was a good one. I spent part of the night and most of the next morning continuing to expel what little remained in my system. It slightly reminded me of that super fun experience in Ghana where I dry heaved for 24 hours, only not as intense. Luckily, I have a nice brother who came home from work with ibuprofen and chicken soup! Needless to say, my New Year's Eve was not as exciting as I'd hoped. I think I was in bed by 10pm.

The next day I woke up, and was feeling much better! I got out of bed and began working on those essays whose deadlines are quickly approaching (and which I am procrastinating working on by writing this post!). It was a beautiful morning - sun shining, quiet neighbourhood, peaceful. About 20 minutes or so later, I looked out and noticed a few flurries. I thought nothing of it and continued essaying. Shortly after, one of Michael's roommates came out and asked how long it had been snowing for, I think I replied '15 minutes' but when I looked out, I couldn't believe just how much had fallen! Finally, my Christmas wish had come true - a REAL snowfall!


Remember those pictures I posted of the light snowfall a few weeks ago, well this is what they looked like midway through this one:

Snow covered shed and backyard!
The brick and snow-covered glove!
A view of the street after the snow had stopped.
During and after the storm comparison

When Michael dropped me at the airport this time, I felt ready. The only thing saddening me this time was the fact that my ticket indicated I had an aisle seat. This was changed after a quick chat with the Air Canada agent, who kindly switched the seat for me, giving me not only a window seat, but the only row on the entire flight that had one person in it (ME!). I even received another thank you for helping them out the other night. It was weird. Of all the times I have flown AC with terrible service, this entire trip, both to and from Nova Scotia, was a very positive one! ...it hurts me a little to admit that publicly!

I returned safely to Manchester after a brief stint in Heathrow, where I got to shake hands with a giant life-sized Oreo cookie (unfortunately, no photographic evidence - I really had to pee, and when I went back for one, he was gone!). As we were flying in, the pilot announced that it was sunny, but 9°C, so it was "a bit cold"! Then we went through a very rocky, turbulent landing that reminded me a lot of those videos all over YouTube that look super sketchy, but for a lover of turbulence, I enjoyed every moment of it!

Just a quick snapshot from my window upon returning to my flat!
When I got back to my flat, it felt like nothing had changed. I sat down to take a breathe, and woke up a few hours later, much to my disappointment. Last night was a fairly sleepless night, but I returned to Manchester with a pound of my favourite Java Blend coffee, so I'm ready to get on those essays!

Before I go, I want to say a big thank you to everyone who has been following my adventures and sending support, notes, and encouragement! I maintain this as much for you, as I do for me! I hope 2015 brings you as much excitement as I anticipate it to do for me!

-the Orange Canadian

Sunday, 28 December 2014

I’m dreaming of a …wet Christmas?

Well folks, climate change is among us! For the first time in years, Nova Scotians woke up to a rainy, brown Christmas. I, being in Nova Scotia, was saddened not to be surprised by a light covering of overnight snow.

I spent Christmas Eve at my Grandmother’s on the South Shore. It’s one of my favourite spots in the province, as it’s surrounded by trees on three sides, and St. Margaret’s Bay on the other. Usually, when we wake up on Christmas morning we are greeted by white, this year was much different!

This year Santa brought us THREE natural swimming pools!
At least we had a nicely decorated tree to sip our coffee around!



Grammy and I opened up our gifts and made breakfast. Michael joined us later on, just in time for lunch. The three of us spent the bulk of the afternoon reading (and nodding off), before we made what can only be described as the garlickiest Christmas dinner ever. Dinner consisted of garlic-roasted chicken, with roasted garlic baby potatoes, and garlic and bacon brussel sprouts. Afterwards, we. Smelled. Awesome. Once the dinner dishes were done, we began the initial stages of prepping a turnip casserole, and of course, heart-attack mashed potatoes (a 2-day process!). 

Boxing day has always been spent at Grammy's. On this day each of Mom's siblings and their families would converge for a day filled with food and up until a year or so ago, an episode by episode recap of the Simpsons. This year was quite a bit different. For starters, there was still no snow, BUT a pretty massive difference from the previous morning!


Just after 7:00 am.
An hour later!
The water was very still...so peaceful!
Secondly, only about half of the usual crowd was able to attend (11, down from the typical 18 or so). We almost fit at one table, which was pretty neat! And, I (along with a little help from a few willing hands), prepared my first ever 4kg prime rib with all the fixin's! I have finally succumbed to my role as a woman... seen and not heard, and busying away int he kitchen preparing food for my family! It doesn't take much to realize just how much I have become my mother...and that's one thing I will never be reluctant to accept (except for the constant worrying...that can go away at any point!). It made for quite a busy day, and by the time everyone left, Grammy and I could only find the energy to grab a cup of coffee and sit by the tree. 



The next morning was once again beautiful. I spent the bulk of the day working on essays with quickly approaching deadlines that I have been neglecting for the past week and a bit. Panic mode is starting to sink in. 

In the afternoon, I went for a walk along the trail close by. It was a bit later than I had planned, but it ended up being the perfect time. I only encountered one other person, which happened at the beginning of my adventure - which was probably a good thing, given the amount I have taken to having deep conversations with myself out loud! Usually I get a wonderful afternoon in the woods in the fall, but being as Manchester has a tree population of -94 875, this walk would have to do. There is nothing more cleansing that being surrounded by nature! Here's a sampling of my walk:



Last year the tree line was snow-covered, and the water was partly frozen!



Clear-cutting for the new highway exit!

St. Margaret's Bay

The trail head
The view from the top of my grandmother's driveway!

The evening consisted of a little childhood reminiscing with Grammy in what we refer to as "Craig's Room" which is pretty much a closet off of my grandmother's bedroom. I learned last night that it was originally designed to be a kitchen, and that the entire upper floor was supposed to be an apartment! Although it was never completed, it became the storage facility for many books and toys I used to enjoy while visiting Grammy when I was a small child (or a month and a half away from being 30!). Anyone remember these gems?





I'm now back in the connected world, and days away from my return to the UK. I'm not sure if I'll have any new posts before the end of this year, so I'll wish everyone a safe and happy New Year! 2014 has had many ups and a few downs. I lived in three countries, and I have grown immensely! 2015 is sure to be another exciting year, and I hope you will all continue to follow me on whatever adventure lay ahead!

-the Orange Canadian