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commissioned for the Westgate Oxford Public Art ProgrammeRachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-66874126559452673092018-01-12T06:09:00.000-08:002018-01-12T06:29:12.505-08:00'Neighbourhood watch' - notes from a talk by Ben Highmore<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">Ben
Highmore (</span>Professor of Cultural Studies at University of Susse<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">x) </span><span style="font-family: "arial";">gave a talk </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">as part of the conversation around 'urbansuburban', my residency </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">at Modern Art O</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">xford's show 'Future Knowledge' in May 2017. This was </span><span style="font-family: "arial";">based around Tom Phillips’ project ’20 sites, n years’, an
on-going annual study and record of changing urban spaces in the vicinity of
the artist’s home over an indefinite period of time, with plans to hand over to
his son when he can no longer continue. Tom Phillips work highlights
transformations in urban spaces as changes in local government, re-development
and economic shifts make their mark on a place, and the process of recording as
a way of opening up possibilities for new insights.</span><br />
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talked about aspirations around lifestyle and housing where desirable luxuries
such as cars and telephones became a necessity as communities were divided and
people moved to new suburbs, becoming dependent on these technologies to
maintain social connections. The resulting problems with traffic and increasing
land given over to road systems adds to the pressures on land and issues of
road systems creating divisions in cities and landscapes and adding to the
diffusion of communities. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">This opens up challenging questions about 21<sup>st</sup>
century lifestyles as we plan for an unknown future and how positive aspects of
people’s lives can be enhanced through harnessing technology.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"> </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"><br /></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">The
talk provoked discussion around housing, architecture and urban space,
including issues of maintenance in social housing, the signage and door
furniture that distinguishes social housing from private housing in mixed
developments and approaches to public consultation. Consultations usually ask
people what they want, but don’t take into consideration the lifestyle people
have already as the ordinary aspects of daily life are not fully valued or
understood. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"><span style="color: #222222;">Architects are often blamed for the
failed planned social utopias when actually it’s regularly the spit and sawdust
approach of non maintenance combined with draconian restrictions placed on
groups so as not to have self determination by landlords and councils that
leads to ‘sink estates’.</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"> </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"><br /></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">This
act of observing and recording ordinary, overlooked spaces has been a recurring
theme throughout the urbansuburban activities in ‘Future Knowledge’ with newly
discovered personal collections of photographs of St Ebbe’s in the 50s and 60s
opening up conversations and memories for people who lived in the area. These
conversations continue to reveal narratives around housing and place that
weren’t heard at the time of the 60s re-development of St Ebbe’s when residents
were moved to new suburbs. The memories give a sense of the ‘organised
complexity’ of city life which Jane Jacobs could see through her sensitive and
open observations of the New York slums which were condemned by Robert Moses to
be replaced by modernist housing blocks in the 1960s.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.0pt;">“A single image of an ordinary street
or family photo can spark memories, stories and conversations bringing the past
and participants to life making concerns and thoughts ever present. A family
photo, a black and white image of a woman’s great grandmother sat on a chair
holding a piece of paper can be recognised by a stranger as ‘Banana Lil’,
someone she’d not seen since her childhood in St Ebbe’s between the wars. The group could then tell previously
unknown stories to the woman about her own relative that she could then take
away to the rest of her family.”</span><br /><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.0pt;">Kieran Cox</span></blockquote>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #222222; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 10.0pt;">It was wonderful to meet 'Banana Lil's' great-grand daughter, Jen, at the last of our reminiscence sessions at Modern Art Oxford. 'Banana Lil'', also known as 'old mother fire blocks', was a well known character in St Ebbe's. She ran a fruit and vegetable shop on Commercial Road, but drummed up extra custom by selling fruit and veg from a barrow which she wheeled around the streets of St Ebbe's. She was a strong character, shaped by a tough life and a will to survive. Banana Lil' seems to epitomise a certain spirit and character so typical of St Ebbe's. The grit and determination to succeed, and the wry humour with which to laugh away life's knocks and bumps.</span></div>
Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-84772472330532002142017-07-17T03:04:00.000-07:002017-07-17T03:21:02.510-07:00Snapshots of St Ebbe's<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Another fantastic collection of images and memorabilia has come to light. David Brown spent his childhood in St Ebbe's, moving to Marston in his early teens when St Ebbe's was demolished. He is a keen collector and has gathered a fascinating array of material.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We spent some time looking at a collection of photographs given to David by his friend. These are snapshots taken around St Ebbe's in the early stages of the demolition. Many are of seemingly quite ordinary buildings and places - not necessarily the most attractive parts of St Ebbe's - but at a reminiscence session the significance of these places emerged. It was interesting to see how photos taken by an 'insider' of St Ebbe's - someone who knew the area intimately as a resident - were so evocative for former residents who have rich memories of daily life associated with these places.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"You see the lamp post on the corner? I remember the lady who lived in this house used to mop the bottom of the lamp post every morning. In case a dog had done a wee on it." </span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Taking inspiration from Oxford’s ‘Golf ball’ control room for the demolished multi-storey car park, and using the simple construction methods of Charles and Ray Eames kit, known as ‘The Toy’, children and adults collaborated to make large cardboard sculptures in an urbansuburban workshop for Future Knowledge. </span></div>
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<br />Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-21903992830882689692017-05-24T02:57:00.001-07:002017-07-17T03:13:36.464-07:00urbansuburban at Modern Art OxfordI am showing the urbansuburban book and new work created in response to research around St Ebbe's at Modern Art Oxford in their exhibition 'Future Knowledge'.<br />
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Please come along to see the work and archive photographs and contribute to the on-going research which will be developed and displayed during the course of the exhibition! I am interested in your memories and viewpoints, whether relating to the old pre-1960s St Ebbe's, the original Westgate and multi-storey car park or the new re-development.<br />
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I will be running drop-in workshops in the upper galleries on <b>25th May, 31st May, 6th June </b>and<b> 15th June from 2-4pm.</b><br />
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There will also be a talk by Ben Highmore this <b>Saturday, 27th May at 3pm. </b>More details on the <a href="https://www.modernartoxford.org.uk/event/neighbourhood-watch-ben-highmore/" target="_blank">Modern Art Oxford website</a>.<br />
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If you want to share memories or material relating to St Ebbe's and can't manage these sessions then please contact me to arrange another time to meet.<br />
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<br />Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-62868134223745374902016-10-12T07:17:00.004-07:002023-08-03T01:38:53.608-07:00The urbansuburban book!The urbansuburban book is on display at the Museum of Oxford in their permanent displays from 1st October to 17th December 2016. Please go and have a look!<br />
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You can view a pdf of the book <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Byrv1kt5GJnHdWl2SEl1UW5wbEU/view?usp=sharing&resourcekey=0-d3Hh4Cz7JxiPSUwiK-mPPg" target="_blank">here</a>.Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-60386513097275966822016-09-09T07:15:00.002-07:002016-09-09T07:15:59.882-07:001960's St Ebbe's in colourTom Hassall, the archaeologist who ran excavations in St Ebbe's before the first Westgate Centre was built, has shared his extensive collection of slides taken in the area when he began work in 1967. Although St Ebbe's was regarded as a slum and planners did not think it should be preserved, Tom sensed that something was going that should be captured. He took many photographs for his personal archive, recording details of remaining houses, the demolition process and aspects of the construction of the Westgate Centre.<br />
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Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-33165310788311136582016-07-21T01:39:00.002-07:002016-08-19T04:07:46.423-07:00Searching for St Ebbe's in Blackbird LeysSt Ebbe's as a community and a place no longer exists, and yet it is possible that it is still there dispersed throughout the City of Oxford. Researching a place when the physical structures that defined it no longer exist requires a broader search focussing on material and memories that people are willing to share. I am interested in whether a place can still exist in some way when the physical elements of that place have been lost and the people have been re-located. In a sense, finding St Ebbe's is an impossible task, and yet it seems to be a project worth taking on.<br />
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Gillian was born and brought up in Littlegate Street in St Ebbe's. At our first reminiscence workshop she saw a photograph of her childhood home for the first time. The house had been demolished in the early 1960's. Memories came flooding back and since then Gillian has shown me some of the objects from St Ebbe's kept by her mother after they moved away and shared the memories that they triggered.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Albion Terrace. Gillian's house is mid-terrace with a gas light in front of it. </span></div>
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Gillian has spent most of her life living in Blackbird Leys, first in Evenlode Tower and later, as family circumstances changed, in a house nearby. Her house is full of objects that she has collected over the years, each with a story and most of them relating to family, friends and memories of the past. The objects are carefully arranged in cabinets and around an impeccably neat and tidy home. </div>
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<span lang="EN-US">"My father was a painter. So everything
in the house used to get painted. The trays that you put your cup of tea on.
Plimsolls. Shoes. If you wanted a different colour (we couldn’t afford new
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<span lang="EN-US">Everything… The iron – that was painted. I
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<span lang="EN-US">But mum used to put it on and then spit on
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<span lang="EN-US">"Dad – he had pleurisy. And he was in the
old Slade hospital and I wasn’t very old. And I can remember furniture going
actually out of the house. Only small. Not tables and chairs… small pieces of
furniture… and maybe two weeks later they’d come back. And over the years we
found out that mum used to put them in the pawn shop. Because Dad wasn’t there
and dad wasn’t earning any money to look after us. She had to pawn and then get
it out when she could. Eighteen months dad was in the Slade hospital.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I wasn’t allowed in the hospital, but there
was woods. And I can remember my mum taking me in the woods first. Putting me
by a fence and telling me to stay there. And then she used to go into the
hospital and sometimes if Dad was allowed out he used to walk over to the fence
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<span lang="EN-US">There was nothing. But you see I can
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<span lang="EN-US">This experience was probably quite common. Others have talked of ill health and illnesses as a result of serving in the war and the impact this had on family finances before the days of sick pay and benefits. At a point when the country was on it's knees, having expended it's resources there was a clear need for the NHS and welfare state. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I didn’t like playing with the girls. I used to always play with the family of boys that lived next door. I used to go scrumping… they used to put me over the vicarage because I was a girl and I could get away with it. But do you know, I still had a clip round the ear from my mother! 'You shouldn’t do what them boys tell you to do!'</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I never ever camped at the rec ground because I wasn’t allowed. But that was the play area and it had the mounds, and there was a bridge with little alcoves and that’s where you did your courting. That’s where the boys and girls used to go and have a kiss or whatever. And on the rec we used to play or swim. And you could go swimming. I was always getting told off for that. When you think now I wouldn’t go in the Thames. We used to be so daring.</span></div>
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Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-18161793316428269602016-07-14T07:42:00.001-07:002016-07-16T02:55:34.809-07:00EphemeraAs I search for scraps of information and documentation of St Ebbe's, many former residents have pointed me in the direction of Kelly's directory, the 1960's equivalent of yellow pages, as a source of information. Of all the documents and material I might look through to find out about St Ebbe's, I had never imagined poring over a directory. Yet, scouring these pages and looking through the records, the directories bring many aspects of the city to life and create a snap shop in time of the people, organisations and businesses in Oxford fifty years ago. <br />
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Ruth Waddle, the archivist and a former employee at the Oxford Deaf and Hard of Hearing centre in St Ebbe's, used Kelly's Directory to trace the changes on Littlegate Street during the demolitions in the 1960's. In the listings it is possible to see which properties are occupied and which are vacant (the number is still listed but there's no name next to it). In later editions of Kelly's street numbers are removed as the shops and homes are demolished. Looking through these entries which mark the transition from thriving busy street to vacant houses with the occasional lonely householder clinging on, the loss and fragmentation caused by community break up is driven home. </div>
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... and eventually to a handful of houses in 1971. By the following year the entry for Black Friars Road has disappeared completely. As Black Friars Road shrinks, Blackbird Leys Road (two entries on) is growing. Many of the residents moved to this new development where they were faced with different challenges, living in a newly formed community on the edge of the City. </div>
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As well as listings, Kelly's Directory is filled with adverts for businesses throughout the Oxford and Abingdon area. These give a sense of the types of businesses and industries in the City. Searching a directory loaned to me by Mrs Gladys Gardner to see what I could find out about St Ebbe's I saw adverts for businesses throughout Oxford, from Botley to Summertown and Cowley to Hinksey, but there were scarcely any adverts covering St Ebbe's. This seemed to confirm what had been said in reminiscence sessions about St Ebbe's isolation from the rest of the City. Tom Hassall and Elizabeth Richardson remember going as far as Capes and MacFisheries, but no further. Other residents described shops which served the local residents rather than drawing people in from elsewhere.</div>
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Local retailers and businesses did advertise in the parish magazine for St Ebbe's alongside some more up-market City enterprises. Gillian Williams saved the copy with a record of her baptism in 1944. </div>
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The adverts give a sense of the range of businesses and diversity of the area. With so little visual information about the shops - their facades, signage, the colours and the window displays - the adverts begin to paint a picture. Coopers - with it's simple functional advert 'for Household requirements' - doesn't need to try too hard. The ornate ecclesiastical font for Reeves the undertakers reflects the solemnity of their work. Grainge & Co., with their wordy advert, seems to sell everything under the sun. I imagine a shop that is as overcrowded and chaotic as the advert.<br />
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These adverts give a sense of the number of small businesses in the area. Searching through the directory listings of the major roads in St Ebbe's reveals that there were many independents, from printers and repairers to furniture shops, grocers and butchers. The demolition didn't only result in the loss of home and community, but it also had an impact on businesses and employment. </div>
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The businesses in this advert may kindle memories for some readers of this blog. I would be very interested in hearing your memories of these shops and descriptions of what they were like. You can get in touch via the comments section below.</div>
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Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-73207696573988751832016-05-31T12:13:00.000-07:002016-07-14T08:10:28.541-07:00"The other Oxford"<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">When I tell people about my work around what used to be St
Ebbe’s I am usually met with blank looks – even from people who have lived in the City for a while. Some people know where St Ebbe’s is but can’t understand why I am interested in the area. The
old multi-storey car park (now demolished) is the key landmark everyone knows, along with
the A420 which channels traffic past the ice rink and around the City centre.
The car park is a piece of civic architecture most Oxonians loved to hate, though I have to admit that I always quite liked its
well-thought out but functional design. The old car park control room is intriguing. I will write more about this later but you can see photos of it <a href="http://www.oxfordmail.co.uk/news/community/memorylane/12872586.Golf_Ball____swings_into_action____at_city___s_multi_storey_car_park/" target="_blank">here</a>. As a use of City centre space the car
park made no sense, but at it’s opening it was clearly the source of civic
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for pedestrians; it's a space that people usually hurry through to get
somewhere else, frustrated by pavements disappearing along Thames Street and
the awkward placement of pedestrian crossings. Friars Wharf, an area to the south of Thames Street, is a 1960's development of maisonettes around leafy courtyards that
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Not long ago there was another St Ebbe’s
(also known as ‘The Friars’). It is when talking to an older generation of
Oxonians that eyes light up at the mention of St Ebbe’s. But even the older
generation is divided. I am discovering that for many, St Ebbe’s was an area
that they would avoid, or they might just venture into a few shops at the
fringes, whereas for others it is a place rich with stories and memories.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span><span lang="EN-US">In 1945, Thomas Sharp wrote in ‘Oxford
re-planned’ “The other Oxford, the Oxford of the slum districts is almost
entirely unknown to the outside world, and is apt to be ignored and forgotten
in many pleasanter quarters of the City itself. But in St Ebbe’s and in
Jericho, St Clement’s and Botley Road there are between 3,000 and 4,000 houses
that are actually slums or so outworn and badly blighted that they should be
pulled down along with the slums.”</span></span><br />
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immediate picture of St Ebbe’s - characterful workers' terraces, Georgian and
Victorian housing, small shops and businesses, old Victorian industrial
buildings – but even this doesn’t do justice to St Ebbe’s which is one of the
key areas where the town (as opposed to gown) of Oxford began to emerge,
growing up around the Franciscan and Dominican monasteries which were
established outside the West Gate of the city in the 1200’s<span style="font-size: 17.3333px;">. </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;">St Ebbe’s had
evolved gradually over a period of 800 years and many medieval cottages and
fragments of earlier times had survived as the area adapted and grew to reflect
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interface between urban and rural with market gardens, a mill, abattoirs,
tanneries, a fishing community and dairies. It supplied the City’s beer
and bread, printed the City’s ideas and imaginings, connected Oxford with other
cities via the river and more recently powered Oxford with gas. Though St
Ebbe’s, like other parts of Oxford, had experienced change and turbulent times, the community was relatively stable and had evolved gradually.
In the 21<sup>st</sup> Century we don’t know what it is like to be as embedded
in a community as the people of St Ebbe’s seemed to be. There are many stories to
share with you that reflect the sense of connection between neighbours and the security (and therefore freedom) for children as they grew up in this vibrant and
close-knit community. “We didn’t have much, but we were very happy.” “The
people of the Friars were a bit rough and tough, but we always looked out for
each other.” “You always left your door unlocked in the day, even when you went
out shopping.” “People shared what they had.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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quote from Thomas Sharp was shared with a reminiscence group they were understandably
indignant at the use of the word ‘slum’. This didn’t fit at all with their
perception of St Ebbe’s, probably because the word ‘slum’ is so emotive and
negative. Conversations with people from St Ebbe’s suggest people were incredibly
hard-working and took good care of their homes, despite the lack of modern
sanitation. By the 20<sup>th</sup> century houses had cold running water and
outside toilets, resolving the public health issues faced in the
1850’s. People bathed in front of
the fire in old tin baths with hot water from the ‘copper’. Janice and Diane
described how their father had himself paid to bring electricity to their
rented home after narrowly avoiding an accident with a gas lamp
when Diane was a baby. He had also asked the council for permission to install
a proper bathroom in their house – a request that was turned down. Gillian has
memories of her mother scrubbing the doorstep and pavement in front of the
house regularly. This was standard practice back then.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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already slightly cut-off from the rest of Oxford, the label ‘slum’ may have
made the situation worse. Similarly today the term ‘sink estate’ is used for housing on
prime land that could conveniently be demolished and sold off. How does the
label affect the on-going reputation of the estate as a place to live? Words
like these become excuses for withdrawing maintenance and investment, triggering
a downward spiral until eventually demolition seems inevitable and the label is
proved correct.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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experiencing the neglect and isolation of an area set for demolition,
the residents valued St Ebbe's and many didn’t want to leave. New housing was
much needed to resolve overcrowding, and many people were keen to have a new
life at the edge of the City in a home with modern amenities. The new estates
were attractive with lots of green space and well-designed homes, so a good
alternative was offered and many welcomed the move to the suburbs. But some who had
spent their lives in St Ebbe’s resisted leaving, and for those who had built up
their livelihoods and businesses in St Ebbe’s, the suburbs were not the ideal
place to be. Unfortunately decisions were made at a high level and the idea was
imposed top down. Those making the decisions had little investment in the area
beyond seeing the flattening of St Ebbe’s as a convenient solution to managing
traffic and parking for the City. The
‘slum’ quote from Thomas Sharp opens a chapter about
creating parking for the city centre. The motive behind the demolition is not
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Clements and Botley included in the list of slums, it is easy to see how close
we were to losing an even bigger swathe of housing and history in Oxford. Thankfully Councillor Olive Gibbs, who had grown up in neighbouring St
Thomas, realised what a mistake it had been to place traffic concerns above the
life of the City. Some parts of Jericho were demolished but plans to continue
Oxford’s inner ring-road were ditched. Visions of the City as a finely-tuned
machine that prioritized the car were questioned and eventually superceded by a
model that aims to encourage pedestrians, public transport and cycles. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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throughout Sharp's proposals for Oxford) which defies the organic and
disorderly way in which cities usually grow. In this work the forms of the road plan are
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point for understanding a place is the space itself, the streets and houses,
the shops and businesses, geographical features. In St Ebbe’s the footprint of
the pre-60’s streets and houses has mostly been erased and replaced by new
roads, two small housing developments, civic buildings and offices. There is
little left in St Ebbe’s to tell its previous story and the residents were
dispersed throughout Oxford, many of them losing touch with friends and
neighbours in the process. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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St Ebbe’s. There seems to be enthusiasm for re-visiting memories, particularly in response to recent archaeology on the site of the new Westgate Oxford development. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to enable a wide spectrum of people in Oxford to engage creatively with St Ebbe's as a way of extending the way we imagine and think about the
city. The first stage of this will be an artist's book which
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Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-54871085903533583662016-05-11T11:56:00.002-07:002016-05-12T13:29:11.557-07:00The last bastion of the old St Ebbe's part 1<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The Museum of Oxford </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">carry out reminiscence workshops throughout the City and </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">work with a network of organisations and people who are interested in Oxford's history. They have been very supportive of this project, connecting me with people who have been collecting, documenting, researching and reflecting on the history of St Ebbe's.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br />At the recent 'Memory Lane' event organised by the Museum, I met Ruth Waddle, archivist at the Oxford Centre for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing. Ruth's links with the centre go back to 1964 when she was seconded to work there. She went on to train in social work and continued supporting people who are deaf and hard of hearing or have disabilities throughout her career. Since retiring Ruth has organised the extensive archives at the centre and researched into the organisation's history enabling her to share this with members of the public at anniversaries and 'Open Doors' events.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Through a combination of campaigning and chance a few buildings survived the demolition of St Ebbe's. I will write more later about the row of medieval cottages on Turn Again Lane which were saved by the Oxford Preservation Trust. The nearby Centre for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing at the bottom of Littlegate Street also survived. The organisation bought the freehold of this old chapel in 1957 and, as an institution it was possibly easier for them to avoid compulsory purchase orders and demolition than it was for the streets of housing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The centre is made up of several buildings, including Mr Bulteel's chapel, a non-conformist baptist church built in 1832, an extension added on the back as a Sunday school room in 1884, the old manse which later became an undertakers and Tudor Cottage, which was built in 1647. Tudor Cottage revealed a surprise when renovations were carried out on the building in the 1980's. Whilst chipping plaster off the walls builders found a very old stone wall with an archway from an older monumental construction. This was a gateway and wall from the Blackfriars Priory of 1246. The only part of this historic structure still surviving.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">It is difficult to photograph this grand structure in a small space surrounded by office paraphernalia. It is such a significant structure for St Ebbe's and Oxford, and so strange to find it in the cramped office of this small social enterprise. Seeing and touching these stones was a moving experience. They smell ancient and earthy and there's a sense of tangible connection with St Ebbe's distant past. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">As well as saving some very significant buildings, the Oxford Centre for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing have archived the ephemera that is part of the organisation's day to day activities. They kept the kinds of items that most organisations would throw away - posters, flyers, letters and newspaper articles - giving a flavour of life at the centre and in the St Ebbe's area. The first two shown below - for the Grand Bazaar and Anniversary Bazaar - were manually typeset and printed by Halls, a local company who once had premises on nearby Brewer Street. The later posters were re-produced from hand-drawn originals, one of them - for the Food Fair - designed by an ex-student of John Henry Brookes who studied at the Oxford Technical School which later moved to Headington to become the Oxford Polytechnic. The posters themselves give a sense of transitions during the 1970's. The changing technologies in the print seem to be mirrored by an evolving culture.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">There is more to share from my visit to the centre, and I suspect there's much more to discover in their archives. I will post more about Ruth and her work at a later stage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In the meantime, if you have memories of attending any of these fairs and events in St Ebbe's or have your own St Ebbe's memorabilia to share please get in touch at <a href="mailto:westgateoxfordarts@landsecurities.com">westgateoxfordarts@landsecurities.com</a></span>Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-65448874776380878342016-05-05T06:36:00.000-07:002016-05-10T06:20:25.862-07:00Excavations, a royal visit and an escaped dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">Becky Peacock and
I were pleased to be able to spend some time reminiscing about St Ebbe’s
with Ann Spokes Symonds, and Tom Hassall. It was special to see Tom and
Ann together as part of our discussion focused on a photo which Ann brought
to show us, taken when she was Chair of Highways for the City and when Tom was
carrying out excavations before the 1970’s Westgate development.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">“It was announced
that the Queen was coming to Oxford. And when the Queen comes to Oxford she’s
always actually coming to do something with the University. And in that case I
can’t remember which building she may or may not have been opening, but the
main thing, of course, is that she was what’s called the Visitor of Oriel college and she was going to have dinner in Oriel college. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">But they tried to
give the City a turn and the City said “Well, there’s going to be a re-development,
let’s show the Queen the excavations.” Which was fine except that we had only
just started the excavation. But that’s what happened. That’s what that
photograph is. We’d chosen that site because we’d got two complete medieval
properties on it, one of which was subsequently sub-divided and we knew we were
going to get about two-thirds/three-quarters of two complete properties which
at that time was virtually unheard of to excavate on that sort of scale. Except
at Winchester – that was the only place where something similar had been done. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">But when she
came, in May I think it was, we’d got the site opened up and we’d mainly got 18<sup>th</sup>
and 19<sup>th</sup> Century cesspits, so that was what I had to tell the Queen
about. And she asked the sorts of questions that any other middle-aged
housewife would ask. The only problem I had was that at that time I used to
have a dog on the site with me and he escaped just as she appeared which was a
bit of a drama. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">Tom Hassall telling the Queen about excavations at St Ebbe's before the first Westgate development.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">It was quite
funny because I was told many years later that that evening she went to Oriel
as visitor to have dinner and the other senior lady present was Kathleen Kenyon
the redoubtable and very famous excavator of Jericho. I mean the real Jericho
not the Oxford Jericho. And apparently KK as she was known turned to the Queen
and said “I don’t suppose you found much to see down in St Ebbe’s did you?” And
the Queen apparently turned round and told her how important it was to find out
about the everyday life of ordinary people. And apparently completely flattened
Kathleen Kenyon, which was quite funny.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">The work to find out about the everyday lives of ordinary people is continuing at the Westgate. Oxford Archaeology are carrying out extensive excavations, and these have included some 19th Century housing. Becky Peacock is interested in finding out how the memories we are hearing relate to the finds in these recent excavations. I am interested in how St Ebbe's as it was relates to Oxford as a whole and in re-visiting connections between people and place.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">If you have stories to share about St Ebbe's then please get in touch at <a href="mailto:westgateoxfordarts@landsecurities.com" target="_blank">westgateoxfordarts@landsecurities.com</a>. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"><b>Ann Spokes
Symonds</b></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"> was Lord Mayor of
Oxford and later Chairman of Oxfordshire County Council. She has written
extensively on the history of Oxford. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"><b>Tom Hassall </b></span><strong><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white; font-family: "arial"; font-weight: normal;">OBE MA
FSA Hon MCIfA was the founding Director of Oxford Archaeology. </span></strong><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";"><b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial";">Ann and Tom are
both Trustees of Oxford Preservation Trust. You can find out more about their
work on the <a href="http://www.oxfordpreservation.org.uk/about/trustees.php" target="_blank">Oxford Preservation Trust website</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-66228997159679817772016-04-16T06:00:00.002-07:002016-04-16T13:19:49.905-07:00"...the ruination of England..."<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Elizabeth Richardson, who wrote a text
about shopping in St Ebbe’s since the 1900’s, gave me an old tape recording of
conversations with elderly people created in the 1970’s. One of the interviews
was with her grandmother, ‘Granny Gibbs’, who ran sweet shops throughout
Oxford, including one in St Ebbe’s along with Uncle Harold Robinson, was had been
employed at Cape’s Dept Store in St Ebbe’s.</div>
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Oxford in her lifetime, and had understandable difficulties accepting the way
the modern world was moving on. Here is an excerpt from the recording.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Harold: “They used marble slabs. Which are
cold. They would keep stuff on that. They didn’t have fridges in those days did
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<span lang="EN-US">Granny Gibbs: “You see the food already in
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don’t know…”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I shared this comment at a reminiscence session with
people who used to live in St Ebbe’s. They immediately responded that people
used to buy their food fresh. They would go shopping every day, buying food in the morning ready for the meal that evening. Residents of the old St Ebbe's didn't depend on electricity guzzling fridges stuffed with ozone depleting CFCs to keep their food fresh (Granny Gibbs was strangely prophetic about "the ruination of England"). They had an efficient food chain from supplier to shop to consumer with numerous small businesses to buy from. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">In our reminiscence group eyes lit up as
people remembered the cheese shop, the fresh fish shop, the grocers where you
could buy finger bananas. There were memories of fish and chips; too expensive
for a family meal, but a treat for young people who were earning a little money
of their own. A few members of our group remembered Hawkins Faggots & Peas shop
at 4 Church Street. Elizabeth Richardson wrote about this institution of St
Ebbe’s in her 1976 study ‘Tradition and Change; Shops and shopping in St Ebbe’s
since 1900’:</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Faggots and Peas – the very mention of the
delicacy is enough to make the mouths of the older residents in the Oxford area
water nostalgically. ‘The smell…gosh never mind the flavour. You couldn’t get
there quick enough!’….The people of St. Ebbe’s were always popping in for a
‘haporth’ of rice pudding or ‘twopennorth’ of cold faggots.”</span> </blockquote>
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<span lang="EN-US">“a plate of faggots, half a sheep’s head, tripe and onions, pig or sheep’s
trotters with peas and baked potatoes to be eaten in the little dining room
behind the shop. There was a large round table which would seat about a dozen
people and which was always spread with an immaculate, starched, white table
cloth.”</span></blockquote>
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<span lang="EN-US">When I was a student I lived with a 90 year old lady – ‘Auntie Molly’ – who had been my father’s guardian when he was a
young boy. She often said that food tastes different now; that it doesn’t taste
as good as it used to. This was before organic food became fashionable, and I
can’t help wondering whether the fresh, local and probably organic food that
she had when she was younger <i>did</i></span><span lang="EN-US"> taste much
better. It probably wasn’t that her taste buds were failing. The residents of
St Ebbe’s may have been eating cheap cuts of meat, but I'm sure the overall quality and
freshness of their food would easily compete with our organic veg box
deliveries and 'best' ranges at the supermarket. And Ma Hawkins clearly knew how to cook their offal to perfection. </span></div>
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Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-90355369791069273542016-04-09T07:55:00.002-07:002016-04-09T07:55:44.859-07:00Memory Lane<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11pt;">Helen
Fountain, reminiscence officer for Oxford City Council, organized two fantastic
‘Memory Lane’ sessions bringing together people with connections to St Ebbe’s
to look at photographs and share their memories.</span><br />
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interesting stories and reminiscences were shared. One of the photographs in
Helen’s presentation showed the childhood home of two participants, Janice and
Diane Stewart, who were born in St Ebbe’s, but re-housed at Harefields after
the slum clearances. </span></div>
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Ebbe’s to a new home in the suburbs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Janice: “My Uncle worked [at
the gas works]. We lived by the gas works. We were born in St Ebbes and we
lived there until 1965. We were the last two houses standing in Bridport Street
before they were condemned. We moved to North Oxford, to Harefields, near
Cutteslowe. We moved there in ‘65 to a brand new house.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8px; text-indent: -2cm;">Gas holders at Oxford Gasworks, 1963</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">My mother didn’t want to go to Blackbird Leys. She
wanted to stay. Nothing against it, but she didn’t want to go to that area
because a lot of people had gone. They offered us a place in St Ebbes in
Preachers Lane but the community had gone. And she wanted to move away. Years
later on they offered my mother and father to move back, but she said you could
never re-create what had been. It was such a community. You never locked your
doors, everybody helped each other and it was wonderful.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Diane: “We got a bathroom for
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Janice: “I was seventeen when
we’d moved, and we’d never had a bathroom and our toilet was in the garden and
we had a tin bath in the kitchen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Janice: “When we moved in it
was ‘who’s going to have a bath first?’ It was such a luxury.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Janice: “Well, my father
approached them, my dad did. They wouldn’t hear of it. And the four houses
which were joined together where we lived were built in 1888, and the thing
that happened, my sister went through the floorboards in the front room. And my
dad was absolutely livid, and he got barred from the council. Her leg was
bruised and scraped… so that’s when they decided to move.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Janice: “That’s our house.
That’s Bridport Street. And you see where the board is over the arch. That was
the…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Diane: “There were two houses
that had already been boarded. But the house on the right of that, that was
ours.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">Diane: “We were the last four
houses standing in St Ebbes. Well they demolished [St Ebbes] around us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was just us and Miss Kemp.”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">A picture of Friars Wharf is shown by Helen.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: 11.0pt;">“That’s the town houses, that’s the ones they offered
us. Ours was still standing when those were built. We didn’t want to stay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Rachel Barbaresihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020132452939818816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3439048965144895691.post-57185482263414596942016-03-20T11:13:00.002-07:002016-03-23T23:17:24.220-07:00About urbansuburban<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US">I am pleased to be working on the project ‘urban<i>sub</i></span><span lang="EN-US">urban’ as part of the programme of art works for Westgate Oxford curated by Modus Operandi.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white;">In urban<i>sub</i>urban, I will explore the relationships within the area of St Ebbes in recent history (within living memory) in the context of the new Westgate Oxford. This activity will principally be through reminiscence work with local groups, working closely with Oxford City Council, and will draw together material ranging from objects, sound, photographic and archival images and drawings. </span><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span lang="EN-US" style="background: white;">When St Ebbes was re-developed in the 1960s many of the residents of the area were moved to new developments at the edge of Oxford. So although the area has changed from being a densely populated area of the City, there are many people living at Blackbird Leys, Barton, Rose Hill and Cutteslowe who originated from St Ebbes. I have called this project 'urban<i>sub</i>urban' to reflect the way St Ebbes' significance extends far beyond the small area that it occupies in Oxford. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I will be documenting the project on this blog as it progresses, sharing images, stories and archival material.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">If you would like to get involved you can attend a reminiscence session on Tuesday 12th April, 2.00 - 3.30 at the Museum of Oxford. This is an open session. No booking necessary. For more information click <a href="http://westgateoxford.co.uk/sites/default/files/workshopflyer_hires_v3.pdf" target="_blank">here</a>. </span></span><br />
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