In Edwardian times it was common practice for families and friends to create albums of material that they may have created themselves or developed from other sources. This particular album, from Walsden in West Yorkshire, was started in 1914, at the outbreak of World War I, probably as a result of needing a distraction from the horrors of war, and was completed by 1923. It illustrates the high moral standards expected in these times, as well as the creative skills, albeit sometimes naive, of the individuals involved. Note that missing page numbers were blank.
The transcribed pages of the book appear below, with full-resolution artwork here
When the golden sun is setting
And your mind from care is free
When of others you are thinking
Will you sometimes think of me
Albert Hartley - Nov 1st - 1915
If scribbling in albums,
With the greatest of pleasure
I'll scribble in yours.
Mrs A Hartley - 2 Ash Dene, Walsden - Oct 29/1915
Go into the world with a might
Determined to do what’s right
And if others scoff and sneer
You will never have need to fear
F Fielden - 23-11-15
If you your lips, would guard from slips
Five little things beware;
Of whom you speak, to whom you speak,
And how, and when, and where.
E Dean - Mar 18. 17
Song from "The Husband of Poverty"
There was a knight of Bethlehem,
Whose wealth was tears and sorrows;
His men-at-arms were little lambs,
His trumpeters were sparrows;
His castle was a wooden cross,
Whereupon He hung so high;
His helmet was a crown of thorns
Whose crest did touch the sky.
A Fielden - 1915
All is not gold that glitters.
R K Jackson - Mar 28th 1916
When in this book you look,
and on this page you frown,
Think of the one whose s...
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Life is a city full of streets
Death is the market where all men meet
If life were a thing that money could buy,
The poor would not live and the rich would not die
There is music in the hammer,
There is music in the nail,
There is music in a pussy-cat,
If you hold it by the tail
M Jackson - Febry 23/16
When this you see
And think of me
Let all the world say
what they will
But speak of me
as you find me
Mrs J Hartley
Just a lonely
We cannot of course all be handsome
Tis hard for us all to be good
We are sure now and then to be lonely
And we do not always do as we should
To be clever is not always easy
To be patient it’s much harder still
But at least we can all be pleasant
If we make up our minds that we will
John F Barker - Jan 2/16
A QUEER HOSPITAL
There’s a brand new Hospital in our square
Where the queerest of patients are tended with care.
When I paid them a visit I saw in a crib
A little umbrella who’d broken his rib.
And sadly I saw in the very next bed
A bright little pin who’d bumped his poor head.
I heard a loud scream & soon I espied,
A lady-like shoe with a stitch in her side
When through the woods your roaming,
And there you chance to see,
A little flower forget-me-not,
Pluck it and think of me.
Ruth Highley - Nov 13/1915
Your kindness shall bring to you many sweet hours,
And blessings your pathway to crown;
Affection shall weave you a garland of flowers,
More precious than wealth or renown.
A Dean - Mar 18th 1917
Make new friends but keep the old
One is silver the other is gold
Brows may wrinkle hair turn grey
True friendship never knows decay
J J Williams - Nov 2/1915
The day is cold and dark, and dreary;
It rains and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of the whole life dies
When love is done.
Changes may come, friends may depart,
Changes will never change my heart,
I am your friend yet and will be for ever
You may change
But me never.
Ethel Crossley - No 2 Beech Street, Walsden - Feb 14th 1916
In after years when this you see,
I wonder what your name will be.
Annie Pengilly - 2 Bath St, Walsden - Feb 14 1916
A pretty face to look upon
is better than a plain one
but a character is everything
and you should try to gain one.
Ruth Wadsworth - 1917
Bliss to those that love thee.
Bliss to those thou lovest.
May heaven smile upon thee
Where so, ere thou rovest
J A Crowther - Nov 2/1915
There’s no love like a Mother’s
You may seek for it in vain
You may be love’d by others
But a mothers love ne’er comes again.
Mrs Greenwood - Nov 2nd/1915
Men want but little here below
And are not hard to please
But women, bless her little heart
Wants everything she see’s.
Ruth Greenwood - Nov 2nd/1915
Learn to paddle
Your own canoe
Mrs Fielden - 1915
Mary had a little watch,
She swallowed it one day
And now she’s taking Epsom Salts
To pass the time away.
Annie Holt -1916
Always speak kind of a neighbour,
You’ll find it a far better plan,
To be honest and true in all that you do,
And speak a kind word when you can.
Mrs J Hallas - 14/4/1916
When the distant sun is setting
And from care your heart is free
When of others you are thinking
Will you sometimes think of me
Think of me when you are lonely
Leave for me one little spot
In the depths of your affection
Plant one sweet ‘forget me not’.
Nellie C Clegg - Birks Hall, Walsden - June 12 1916
You never can tell when you do an act,
just what the result will be,
But with its every deed,
you are sowing a seed,
Though its harvest you may not see.
Mrs J Hiley
Try to B sharp,
never B flat,
& Always B natural
Dear Jesus ever at my side
How loving Thou must be
To leave Thy home in Heaven to guard
A little child like me
We may write our names in albums
We may trace them in the sand
We may chisel them in marble
With a firm and steady hand:
But Dear friend there is an album
Full of leaves of snowy white
Where no name is ever tarnished
But for ever pure and bright:
And in that book of Life, God’s album,
May our names be penned with care,
And may all who here have written
Write their names for ever there.
How‘er it be
It seems to me
’Tis only noble
To be good.
Kind hearts are more
And simple faith
Than Norman blood
Annie Holt - Jan 2nd 1916
Love many, trust few,
Learn to paddle your own canoe.
Love is like the red red rose.
Speech is silver
but silence is golden
Nora Crossley - Jan 9th 1916
Here’s health to the bird that sits in the tree,
May it never lose a feather,
If I can't have the boy I love,
I’ll have another fellow.
Like lilies we must be
Like water lilies bright,
That float upon the stream
So fair, and pure, and white
Like lilies of the vale
That hang their heads so low,
We, too, must humble be
Would we to heaven go.
And if we too are pure
Like water lilies pale,
And lowly in our minds
Like lilies of the vale;
The golden lilies grace
And beauty shall be ours,
When God on high transplants
His little human flowers.
Mrs J Hartley - 16 Bottomley Road, Walsden - Jan 1st 1916
Remembrance lives to linger near
The scenes of love and friendship dear;
And memory oft brings back to view
The happy hours I passed with you
Edith Barker - 1915
Don’t judge a man by the clothes he wears,
For many an honest heart beats beneath a ragged coat.
A Hallas - 10.4.16
Ye noble sons of England that love our native land
“Arise”, an army brave & strong
At duties stern command
Your glorious heritage defend
Drive back the deadly foe
We’ll bravely fight for truth & right
And the enemy overthrow
Mrs John Hartley - Jan 9th 1916
Little blue violet come forth your head
Cosily up in your little green bed
Dewdrops are waiting till you wake up
Fain would they grow in your little blue cup.
Edith May Hartley - Jan 9th 1916
How sweet it is to hear the bells
That call us to our pews
But sweeter still to lie in bed
And have another snooze.
Will Holt - 27/1 1916
A diamond may glitter
And flash like a star
But the smile of a friend
Is brighter by far
Edith Williams - Nov 2 1915
Little Kittie was saying – “I always take care,”
As she washed up the tea things one day;
When a cup dropped right out of her hand “by itself,”
To her grief and utter dismay.
In a moment she said, with an air of excuse,
As she picked up each piece from the floor,
“Now, I really don't think you should scold me, Mamma,
For I never broke “this” one before”.
Mary Holt - 6 Ash Dene, Walsden, Todmorden - March 8th 1916
Here’s to us two and two more,
And if them two love us two
as we two love them two,
Then here’s to all four.
But if them two don’t love us two
as we two love them two,
Then here’s to us two and no more.
Nellie C Clegg - June 12th 1916
Make hay while the sun shines
No morning sun lasts all the day
Mrs R H Holt - Jan 9th 1916
Joy walketh close in the footsteps of sorrow
We find not the thorn till the rose we have passed
But let it be grief or joy on the morrow
God’s way is the way that is always the best,
Henry Jackson - May 28/16
There’s a jewel we all would own
Known to men as happiness
See it, follow it, if you can,
Never lose your eagerness
But search not for it far and wide,
It’s waiting by your own fireside.
Whoever you are, be noble
Whatever you do, do well
Whenever you speak, speak gently
Give joy where ever you dwell
Pte Edgar Morris - Nov 2/1915
True gentleness is in the heart
No matter how you’re dressed
It is the things you say and do
That show what you are at best.
Mrs Williams - Nov 2/1915
It’s a very good world to live in
To spend, or to lend, or to give in
But to beg or to borrow or get a man’s own
It’s the very worst world that ever was known
M A Williams - Nov 2/1915
Go search the world: go search the sea.
Then come you home and sing with me.
There’s no such gold and no such pearl
As a bright and beautiful English girl
John Ogden - 11. X1. 15
On this page, below this title, there’s a small pink envelope containing a piece of paper that says:
Is it not true
that men are
Mary Holt - 6 Ash Dene, Walsden, Tod - March 7 1916
By diligence & perseverance
The mouse eat the cable in two
R H Holt - Jan 9th - 1916
If you’ve a mother with silvery hair,
Love one another, trust her with care.
As you grow older the least you can do
Is to do unto mother as she’s done for you
Mrs H Highley - Nov 13/1915
The jewels and gems that we treasure
Some joys of the past may recall
But the gift of a true heart’s offering
Is the brightest jewel of all.
Mrs E Uttley - 341 Halifax Rd, Todmorden - Nov 2nd 1915
How little it costs if we give it a thought
To make happy some heart each day.
Just one kind word or a tender smile,
As we go on our daily way.
Mrs Horsfall - Nov 2nd 1915
All that you do, do it with your might
Things done by half are never done right.
Spend not all you have,
Believe not all you hear,
And tell not all you know.
S W Horsfall - Nov 2nd 1915
The world is a difficult riddle
For how many people we see,
With faces as long as a fiddle
When they ought to be shining with glee.
Miss C Horsfall - 12 Chapel St, Walsden
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife on land in air or water,
but thank the Lord it does not say, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s daughter.
W Jackson - May 28th 1916
Two ears and a single tongue
By nature’s laws to man belong
The lesson she would teach is clear
Repeat but half of what you hear
If you can't be aisy
be as aisy as you can *
* aisy is an archaic spelling of easy
A pair in a hammock
attempted to kiss
When all of a sudden
They landed like sᴉɥʇ
Ethel Pengilly - 2 Beech St, Walsden
Sympathy without Relief
Is like Mustard without Beef
Ethel Pengilly - No 2 Beech St, Walsden
And now I lay me down to sleep,
A little boy once said,
But if I die before I wake,
How will I know I’m dead.
Mrs Holt - Walsden - April 6th 1916
Nought shall make us rue,
If England to itself do rest but true.
M E Allen
Everyone is as God made them, and
oftentimes a great deal worse.
H Allen … Walsden - June 24th 1919
Curved is the line of beauty,
Straight is the line of duty.
Walk by the last, and thou shalt see,
The other ever follow thee.
M Hallas - Mar 10 1916
By Hook or by crook
I’ll be the last in your book.
Mary Holt - 6 Ash Dene, Walsden, Tod - March 8th 1916
I don’t think
Converted to this form by Ray White, over a hundred years later, during another war, the coronavirus pandemic of 2020.