Yorkshire On This Day, Comprising 365 Historical Extracts, Red-letter Days and Customs, and Astronomical and Meteorological Data

Clifford Allbutt’s beloved Dewsbury Beck draining into the Calder from beneath Longcauseway nowadays (Google Maps 2023).
Humphry Davy Rolleston. 1929. The Right Honourable Sir Thomas Clifford Allbutt. London: Macmillan. Get it:
.The excerpt in the book is shorter, edited and, where applicable, translated.
Long after, when preaching the evening sermon in Dewsbury Parish Church on November 7, 1920, he recalled his childish recollections of the village of Dewsbury with a beautiful little beck running through it past the vicarage gardens, where there were some stepping-stones to the parish clerk’s dairy-farm on the other side, and so ran on to join the river Calder, where there was a pretty little strand of silver sand and shells. He then went on: “When I came back again some time later for my school holidays, the first thing I did was to run down to the little strand where we used to play, and I was very sad to see the dirty slime on the silver sand and dyes and soaps and all other foul things swimming down what was our pure rural river Calder. And from that time, by leaps and bounds, Dewsbury has grown, as this church has grown, from small beginnings into a great and populous and wealthy town – and I had almost said city. It is not for me to say what my father’s part in that growth was, but he had the presence of God’s spirit within him, and he was one of the practical saints.”
All Saints, Dewsbury in Allbutt’s early-ish years, with the footbridge over Dewsbury Beck to Bridge End:

All and any saints are now subject to the car:

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In terms of his illness, what has Yelling got that Huddersfield hasn’t? Clean air? Josiah Bateman wrote a century later that the vicarage
was a very old building, in the worst part of the town, with a garden attached, in which nothing green would grow. Close by, a large, old-fashioned inn was standing, which in times past had been built upon the glebe, and now paid a good rent to the vicar. But all was hemmed in by tall chimneys and wretched buildings; and the house proved on trial an unhealthy residence. Again and again, one and another of my family was attacked with illness; again and again we were invited by kind parishioners to make their handsome houses in the outskirts our home for weeks together. But this could not last; and before a year had elapsed, a decision was required whether we should leave or stay; and that turned upon the retention of the old house, or the erection of a new one. I called a meeting in the vestry, and proposed the question with all simplicity. It was responded to with Yorkshire liberality and kindliness; and in the result a beautiful paddock of two acres and more, just outside the town, was exchanged (the exchange being legally necessary) for an equal quantity of glebe land, covered with gorse, five miles away; and two thousand two hundred pounds were raised to build a handsome Gothic vicarage (Bateman 1880).
But how dirty was the Industrial Revolution in Huddersfield at the time of Venn?
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Place-People-Play: Childcare (and the Kazookestra) on the Headingley/Weetwood borders next to Meanwood Park.
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