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Historian Fred Hughes writes.... Charles Lynam was certainly a larger than life Potteries character. He took over his father’s architectural and surveying business in Glebe Street in 1850 and soon had total monopoly of the building commissions awarded by local public bodies. How he achieved this is a matter of which side you take, he was after all an alderman and a councillor, a position some rivals suspected he used to his advantage. He was at the same time surveyor to Stoke on Trent’s improvements commissioners, so you might say he had his pick of the jobs among which were Stoke’s library, baths and market hall. But his big passion was archaeology. He was a founder member of North Staffs Field Club, vice-president of the Archaeological Institute and a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries. It was Lynam who retrieved and re-erected the original arches of Stoke church. But perhaps his great work was unearthing the remains and preparing the ground plan of Hulton Abbey.
Indeed the report on the major excavations by Stoke on Trent Archaeology Department 1987-1994 makes fascinating reading as good as any mystery thriller. More importantly it has enhanced our understanding of our social heritage.
It is interesting to note that Hulton was connected with Cobridge, known then as Rushton, even before the monks arrived. The Domesday Book notes that Lord Robert was the owner of Heltone and Rushton together. 'Land of Robert of Stafford.....'
I’m keen to retrace the steps of these white monks, so called because of their identifiable hooded clothing. I’m also eager to meet people who live along the way to gauge their knowledge of the importance of their neighbourhood; residents like Potteries’ comedian Pete Conway whose house faces the junction of Chorlton Road where the monks turned to negotiate the climb to the ridge of Sneyd Green. “I probably did realise I was living on a historic road,” says Pete. “But you don’t think about how much history is on your doorstep until someone tells you about it. Just think all those white-cloaked monks passing by my front door. I read that Hanley was just a sloping field in those times so the bright lights of Cobridge would have been a big pull. How strange. They’d probably call in at the Sneyd Arms on the way for a flagon or two; break the day up a bit. I don’t think I’d fancy being a monk myself, especially one of those silent ones. I’d crack a gag and nobody would laugh. I think I’m more of a black monk type any way, a sort of Rasputin kind of monk, that’s me.” more on Hulton Abbey & Rushton Grange
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25 August 2008
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