In 1911 when Editor Tess Flanders said: “use a picture. It’s worth a thousand words,” she’d hit the nail on the head about the soon-to-be popularity of photography, videos and visual media that floods our lives today.
A picture does speak a thousand words and picture research – looking at them closely and researching what they say – is particularly useful to telling the story of The House of Mirelle.
In my possession are some amazing ones; combinations of snapshots and studio shots, some formal, some informal and all illustrate words on the page in multitudes of ways.
I’ve been taking a tour of Hull over the last few weeks, looking at pictures from between 1938-1945.
For those reading who do not know why that time is important, it’s because the centre of Hull is not the same as it was then.
Why? Well, it’s a combination of things…
There’s the changes to architecture and town planning that happened in post-war Britain but it’s also because Hull experienced a bombing campaign that changed the landscape of the City forever.
It’s known as The Hull Blitz.
Pre-war, the City centre was a hustling, bustling commercial powerhouse. Large department stores with acres of local history behind their names stood proudly on the main streets.
Thornton Varley, Hammonds, Edwin Davis and Costello’s were as much a part of the landscape as the watery homes for ships, boats and trawlers docking nearby.
Some of the locations radiating from Victoria Square still exist.
King Edward and Paragon Street, Jameson and Savile Streets, you can walk down them all but the landscape, the cityscape without the figureheads of Hull’s past isn’t the same.
Building and regeneration has long spirited it away but if you are looking for connections, ‘ghost pictures’ like those on Hull and East Riding At War, can overlay the then with the now.
The half and half pictures show the changes in the City and also how life in 1939 was very different from today.
Prospect Street lead you to the hospital – the Hull Royal Infirmary. Long before the NHS it survived by payments and charity and stood in flat fronted austerity where the Prospect Centre is now.
Opposite was the entrance to Albion Street marked by the red brick library on the corner. It lead at right angles from there to Kingston Square.
Albion St. in 1939 was vibrant and busy with private businesses, doctors, estate agents and homes.
One side had the Congregational Church, nestling slightly away from The Church Institute, a centre of learning that held talks and meetings in a big lecture theatre inside.
Where the car park is now was a huge museum which looked like the Church in announcing itself with an impressive colonnade.
It housed Hull’s collection of art before Ferens Art Gallery opened but sadly like much of the road and the life taking place there it was annihilated in The Blitz.
The photo I’ve been looking at hardest and longest is this one.
Its shadowy, scratched surface has pulled me into it, as if I’m the photographer taking a photo of this unique sight.
The photo shows the Air Raid Shelter built as part of Hull’s defences. With a lot of people working and living nearby – more than there are now – it would have been packed as the sirens wailed.
Behind it the outline of The Hull Royal Infirmary sits in a cloudy early morning sky. People walk sparsely along the street, some men, some women and the road is deserted of cars and buses. Only one cyclist is pedaling along the left hand side.
I wonder what the group of women are saying to each other. They look as if they’ve stopped and exchanged a ‘good morning.’
Then I look at the man walking past Wilkinson’s and Sons Estate Agents. Is he wearing a hat and uniform greens?
It’s hard to make it out in the speckles alongside but I think he’s looking into the camera as honestly as facing war.
Opposite, The Library and Church Institute are not yet, in that day, alive.
It’s the stillness and calm of this photo that makes me stop and look. It’s the calm before the storm that rained from the skies.
Albion Street has altered completely and from one side to the other you can see relics of the fight.
Nowadays with mobile phones the photos would be in colour and have sound included.
But during WW2 censorship meant that even naming Hull was prohibited. In reports it was coded with ‘A North Eastern Town.’
The pictures taken by the press are the most prominent record of the Nazi bombing campaign.
The nights of March and May 1941 were particularly harrowing and as The Daily Mail printed then: “Terror Rains From The Skies.”
I use their photos to imagine the great bowing and crush of beams and brickwork engulfed in roaring fires.
I think about how it must have been to walk through decimated streets those mornings to find you were no longer employed.
I imagine people cowering under the blasts hoping they aren’t in the tragic lists of names the next day and praying: “God, please let us survive.”
Well survive Hull did.
Knowing these images as well as I do I think it’s fitting that the stirring beauty of these and many more heralded the opening of Hull 2017.
They did so in glorious, up to date, fantastic color and sound, bringing Hull’s history slap bang into the 21st Century and reasserting “I’m Alive!”
Opening of Hull City of Culture via You Tube, Adam Reeve.
© HouseofMirelle.uk 2016