My name is Lois Entwistle. I’m a postgraduate student studying for an MA in Post 1900 Literatures Theories and Cultures. I decided to apply for an ICP placement because I thought it would add some variety to my studies and I like a challenge. Obviously, one of the major advantages of undertaking an ICP placement is that it enables you to step out of your role as a student and utilise your research skills in a work environment. Whilst I take my academics seriously, I can imagine there is considerable advantage in being able to demonstrate your ability to apply what you’ve learned in the world of work and it is my wish that I should be able to do that in the future. So off I went, filled in the form and within a few weeks I’d been offered a placement as an Historian with Waters Edge Arts in Chorlton.
One of the most established participatory theatre companies in the North West, Waters Edge Arts are a registered charity, run by a family of established performance practitioners and facilitators. Having just moved into a new space within the grounds of Chorlton Methodist Church on Manchester Road, the company were looking to build bridges with the community. Their new location was previously the church’s Sunday School and contained well over a hundred years worth of history within its walls, not to mention roughly 80 years in the living memory of the residents of Chorlton. The company had moved into the building with a vision for regenerating this community focal point into an Arts Centre. After re-naming it The Edge, they decided to celebrate the future by saluting the past. They would do this by undertaking their first ever Oral History project. Enter the ambitious English postgraduate with a performing arts background and no previous academic knowledge of Oral History. Her mission? To meet with older residents of Chorlton, oversee an interview process, record the results, and compile a body of research for a piece of devised theatre based on the information she has collected.
The process itself was relatively simple. Between 2 and 4pm on Mondays and Wednesdays, I met with the Artistic Director, we would interview a few residents at a time, compare notes and leave. All was relatively ordinary until the interest in what was going on at the old Sunday School began to grow. Suddenly the Chorlton Wives, a group of ladies who met every Tuesday afternoon, were given two meetings and supplied bundles of photographs as well as an introduction to the church’s senior ladies’ group, the Bright Hour, where I met our oldest interviewee, who was 101. Chorlton’s local historian came for three separate meetings and gave me a full tour of the Waters Edge Arts building. The Manchester Local Image Collection, featured extensively in my research as I attempted to bring back to life the old picture houses, shops, schools and dance halls of the 30s, 40s, 50s and 60s. Some of them still stand. Some don’t. Each has its own story. I was trying to help create a narrative so I decided to try and construct a visual setting as well as a verbal one.
Below are some of the pictures I took. Click on the links to view some of these Chorlton sites as they used to be via the Manchester Local Image Collection.
The Gaumont Cinema - an upmarket cinema where one would go to see a big film.
Chorlton Green: Original burial place of a young police officer, killed by infamous murderer, Charles Peace. Articles on Peace are available online via the Guardian and Observer digital archives at City Library, Manchester.
The site of the Princess Ballroom: A weekend haunt.
The Essoldo Cinema, whose red carpet was stolen in 1954 on opening night.
As rehearsal time grew near and potential candidates for interview continued to roll in, we finally called a halt to the research process and contacted participants for a photoshoot. The final piece, entitled This is Chorlton Calling, opened at The Edge on May 19th and was a great success. In a sense, our lack of acquaintance with oral history had served us well. It enabled us, I believe, to enter into the process on the same level as our interviewees without some of the necessary artifice of tried and tested interview techniques. They wanted to tell their stories. We wanted to hear. None of us knew what would come out of it and all of us were just as excited to find out. The gasps, laughter and occasional tears on the performance night were the sign that our mission was accomplished. Theatre and community, young and old, past, present and future were celebrated in the new space that once was an old one… and my name was third on the programme… under the title of “researcher.” It’s now a title I’d like for my career.
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