Monday, July 11, 2016

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Midday Snow

POSTCARDS FROM HOME 3


This is a familiar scene to anyone who knows Halifax, and many of the buildings remain little changed to this day. The clothes are different, the shops are different, and the buildings at the bottom of the street are long gone, but the fine looking neo-gothic building on the right of the photograph is still standing. It was built at the end of the nineteenth century at the same time as the neighbouring Borough Market. It incorporates an arcade - the Old Arcade - that provides a lead-in to one of the main entrances of the market. The shop at the corner at the time of this 1904 postcard was chemist shop of Gibson Dixon who managed to sell everything from corn plasters to tonic wine, patent cures to peppermint cordial. 


The card was posted from Halifax in May 1904 and it was addressed to a certain Mr Neilson who was stationed with the Burma Oil Company in Rangoon. The chances are that this was Richard Gillies Neilson who was a chemist working for the oil company at the start of the twentieth century. It is not clear who is friend in Halifax was who sent him the card. Whoever he was, he was able to inform Richard Neilson that whilst he was sweating in the noonday sun in far-off Burma, it was snowing in Halifax. Little changes.

4 comments:

  1. I'm always impressed that a little observation or a little research gives you (us) such interesting results.

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  2. Its great to know the beautiful buildings still stand. All I know about Halifax is the TV show.

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  3. And after a few more decades of global warming, someone in Burma will receive a postcard from Halifax complaining about the dreadful heatwave.

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  4. I read quite a few of your posts today and like how you add more to the story of the postcards and photos. Like the post with a postcard which mentions the man who went on the Scott Expedition.

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