#smethwick

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Gladys Road, Smethwick, West Midlands.

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Midlands News: 07.12.1964: Smethwick Race Question

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#365daysofbiking Making the best of things:

September 22nd - Dejected and wistful, we pottered up the old line into Birmingham, through Oldbury. The rain held off. The flowers and berries that were out welcomed us and glistened in their coating of raindrops. The towpaths were wet, but made for good riding. There were few people around, and the verdant, still mostly green canals were a real tonic.

Past the old engine house, Tollhouse Loop, M5 Viaduct and engine arm, and into central Birmingham. The mood improved.

An interesting graffiti writer had been at work, leaving neat-script, cryptic phrases at intervals from the Soho Loop to the ICC. That was engaging and something to spot and ponder over.

At the city centre, food, drink, then up the A34 cycleway to the canal at Perry Barr, and home via Ray Hall and Rushall Junction.

A bad day had been pulled around. The rain held off. Deep down, it didn’t feel so bad. But I’m getting far too old to work weekends - I was exhausted.

But there was one inescapable thought - if those folk at Tipton had held on, they’d have had a decent afternoon.

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Malcolm X, African-American Muslim minister and human rights activist seen here shortly after his visit to Marshall Street in Smethwick on February 12, 1965. The human rights activist visited Smethwick, near Birmingham, which had become a byword for racial division following the 1964 general election. Malcolm X was assassinated nine days later on his return to the United States.

(Photos by Birmingham Post and Mail Archive/Mirrorpix)

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The Beatles photographed on 19th November 1962. The Beatles were busy on this day. They played the Cavern at lunchtime, then dashed over to the West Midlands for two shows - one at Smethwick Baths Ballroom, Smethwick and a second concert at Adelphi Ballroom, West Bromwich. The photo is from one of these shows, but it’s unclear which. They were billed as, “direct from their German tour, hit recorders of Love Me Do” - they’d just returned from a residency at the Star Club, Hamburg. 

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Children on Marshall Street, Smethwick, West Midlands [Midlands News, ‘Smethwick Race Question,’ first broadcast on 7th December 1964]

[brownhillsbob]

#365daysofbiking Exorcising ghosts:

July 7th - The sunset was the culmination of a glorious golden hour. 

Birmingham and Aston shone and shimmered in the gathering dusk.

A train caught the sky and was golden: Britannia fought a pitched battle on the former hotel roof with the TV antennas. The skylines and canal spoke of quiet dignity, worship and daily life.

I spent many hours as a young man in these streets, on the canals and at this station. The ghosts that haunt me here are not scary, or hostile, but warm and comfortable like enveloping sheets of memory.

My place, my past, present and future.

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#365daysofbiking What lies beneath:

July 7th - It was indeed a better day. The sun was out, the wind had subsided as had the discomfort in my stomach.

I headed out on the canal to Wolverhampton, taking a slow but enjoyable potter down the mainline canal to Birmingham. From there to Aston, where I left the canal and got on a train back to Shenstone. I noted the Dudley Tourist Board had been working hard to improve it’s customer service at Coseley Tunnel, where I doubt I’ll ever negotiate the southern portal steps with a bike again, although it was certainly an adventure. 

Calling at the heavily secured, ghostly Rattlechain Pool, the lagoon concealing many thousands of tonnes of the worst toxic waste was a strange experience: It looks so serene and peaceful, yet the pool - itself just a cap to the material beneath, separated by a thick impermeable skin - is securely fenced and covered by many cameras. 

It’s a ghostly and controversial place.

Under the M5 viaduct and Telford’s magnificent Engine Arm aqueduct, the canal is a peaceful, gentle and serene refuge from the mad urbanity above, and the street art is, as ever, fascinating.

Passing on the canal down the Snow Hill flight, I see the view is a matter of opinion. But why? What’s that all about?

A great restorative ride.

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