Showing posts with label 59 Rodney street. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 59 Rodney street. Show all posts

Tuesday 1 September 2020

Edward Chambre Hardman-59 Rodney Street-The Truth-PART THREE

This give the, by this time, campaign, a new life. The Daily Post waded in deep and I kept the headlines coming. Radio Mereyside wanted a interview and I nervously went to talk to Roger Philips. Who was looking for something to report on. The City Council had sent a representative to argue for sending the archive to Bradford.          What! How can this be?

It was Councillor Frank Doran who I gave a right ear bashing to outside the studios calling him an idiot. 

Which proved to be correct as he subsequently had to resign. A clown.

I also found that the City Council owned 120,000 negatives and they were going to Bradford too. 

It was an outrage .

 Liverpool City Council hawking our heritage to......the lowest bidder. 

Well for free. 

Mike Storey was leader of Liverpool City Council. Not the most cultured of people. 

He would later be gobsmacked when Liverpool was announced a capital of culture.

 He wouldn't have a clue.

 Liverpool would receive the accolade of World Heritage Site Status and he would use executive powers to take the cities tall buildings policy away and accommodate some of the dodgiest land deals, that the people of Liverpool will forever pay the price for. You couldn't make it up.

He and his friend Trevor Jones would be in bed with The Duke of Westminster's property arm Grosvener and the council would give away most of the city centre for free.

Other headlines about missing antiques from the town hall added to the pressure.

Then BBC North West decided to do a programme as the whole campaign seemed to have legs. 

Mike McCartney was interviewed and at one stage he said “Everyone is moaning at us but we are the ones paying the tunnel fees to get over there. It was embarrassing for him.

I was annoyed. I wrote to him after we had a whip round in the barbers next door and enclosed £2.40, that was £1.20 each way return and said “take a paintbrush with you next time you lazy sod”

Everyone I spoke to was amazed at what was about to happen. Soon the public weight behind it gathered momentum and I kept filling the pages of The Daily Post.

Letters started to flow in and the radio waves went haywire.

 I had found in the Charity commissions files that Memories of Avignon had been licensed to a major print producing company....for 25 grand. The archive was worth a fortune.

The campaign began to remind me of the Simon Poliakoff film about another photographic archive nearly lost.

 I kicked up that much anti feeling against the idle trustees who were, by now getting worried. I got worried that I was starting to resemble the Timothy Small, off the wall character in the film.

I spoke to Poliakoff later when was giving a talk at The Unity Theatre and thanked him for his inspiration. “I have heard of the Chambre Hardman campaign” he said.

I wrote to Liverpool Museums and received a reply from the director Sir Richard Foster said he would look into the matter. He sadly committed suicide soon after.

I wrote a letter to the National Trust asking if they could look at taking over the house as they already had John Lennon's childhood home, Mendips.

I thought they could compliment each other.

 Lets say I was actively exploring every avenue, the lazy trustees had not. I was doing their work for them.

I asked for a meeting with the council leader Mike Storey who could not ignore the publicity as it was getting hot. I kicked up headlines every week. We were making them look foolish and showing them up for the lack of respect for the historical past.

He was ignorant to the history so I explained it to him and he offered to look into setting up a room in the Liverpool Library in William Brown Street to house it.


And the 120,000 neg's owned by The City Council.  

Gavin Stamp the historian waded in after I suggested we contact him.




Now we were getting somewhere and there was a great weight behind my campaign that many others had joined. We became The Friends of Chambre Hardman.

Peter Elson was up for an award for my, err, I mean his reporting.

PART TWO http://waynecolquhoun.blogspot.com/2020/07/the-chambre-hardman-house-57-rodney.html


Friday 24 July 2020

Edward Chambre Hardman. 59 Rodney Street-The Truth-PART ONE.


Are The National Trust Liar's?
PART ONE
I noticed a poster tagged on the park gates of Reynolds Park in Church Road Woolton. It said that there was a talk taking place courtesy of The Woolton Society at St Marys Parish Hall.
 It was about Edward Chambre Hardman and The Hardman House in 59 Rodney Street. 
By Roy Wainwright of The National Trust.
Interesting I thought. 
There is a subject I know something about.
I wasn't doing anything else. 
It was a sunny summer evening, that I walked into the church hall and took my seat.
The speaker preparing his power point seemed to stop and notice me.
I recognized him.
He was the one that came over and asked if he could shake my hand. Thanking me.
 This was a wet Saturday afternoon.
I had been invited to meet the top brass. Of The Ark Royal. The Royal Navy were docked in Liverpool for the weekend. The Captain was being presented with a print of the famous photograph showing the construction of the famous aircraft carrier. By Edward Chambre Hardman.
The National Trust awarded the framed print but it was organised by Peter Elson of The Liverpool Daily Post.
“I love working here” the bloke said “And I have to thank you for all the work that you did helping save this house and the Chambre Hardman archive”. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you, I go out doing talks now. I love it.”
I remember it well because I had been touched at the time.
Little things like that make the hundred hours working on a heritage project seem worth it.
The house had been doomed to be sold off, when I had became involved.
So I sat there one sunny summer evening in Woolton feeling proud.
There are now books about his work. All could see the photographs of Edward Chambre Hardman.
Though many of his photographs had not been cataloged yet.
Listening to the talk about his life and his work. It had been worth it.
It was enjoyable enough.
Questions were taken at the end of his talk. 
I decided to sit on my hands and a few were answered.
Then one lady asked.
“Wasn't there a bit of controversy in the papers about it all, wasn't it going to be closed?”
“Errr no” he said scuffing on quickly to another question.
What!
I nearly fell off my chair. I was about to stand up and put the matter straight.
The little fibber didn't look at me he just stood there in barefaced cheek.
With his pants on fire.
I had taped the whole talk. What a diabolical two faced joker I thought.
I am not having that.
Then I thought.
Did you do it for recognition, Wayne?
No I thought. It was something I just couldn't let go. I did it because I could.
I had made it my life for a while. 
I was successful. I know what I did.

They had written The Friends of Chambre Hardman out of his history despite the
 National Trust thanking us profusely at the time.
Diabolical bad manners, that.
I thought I would have a quiet word with him.
Then I thought. Y'know, I don't even want to acknowledge or talk to the balloon.
I walked away.



So with that. I decided to put the matter straight and post a few of the headlines I created.
So all can see what little ungrateful fibbers the National Trust are.

Part II to follow shortly.