| I stood outside St. Augustine's Church which is just off the Hagley
Road in Edgbaston. I turned the Time Machine dial to 1867. When the
button was pressed the church lost its tower and spire, its coat of
grime, and its new porch, and stood in a country setting of hedges
and trees. The only houses to be seen were on Hagley Road : there
were horse-carriages, large and small, all round the church and along
the lane to the highway.
A hymn ended and soon people were pouring out of the church. From
their remarks I gathered the service had been one of dedication,
the first to be held in St. Augustine's. Church dignitaries and
distinguished visitors were escorted to their carriages. When the
last of these had driven away and the congregation had dispersed
two gentlemen were left talking together. I recognised George Dixon
from his photographs, and I soon realised that the older man was
Joseph Gillott, the wealthy pen-nib manufacturer : he was a short
man with a cheerful face and a silvery beard.
This was the conversation I overheard :
Dixon: A splendid service, splendidly attended, Mr.Gillott! We
must not expect so many worshippers to our chapel in future, however.
Gillott: No, Mr. Dixon, many of today's congregation had travelled
some distance. If St. Augustine's is to become a parish church there
must be more people for it to serve.
Dixon: Where are they to come from? Your Rotton Park estate is
still farmland, and most of it is in St. Martin's parish.
Gillott: True, but I intend that it shall change in both respects
before long. I plan to develop parts of the estate, and there will
be wide roads across the old Park in a few years' time, as well
as that railway to Harborne that I'm being asked to sell land for.
One road will run parallel to the line, and it if is not too immodest
I shall call it Gillott Road. Another, unnamed as yet, will run
straight for more than a mile between Dudley Road and Sandon Road
- that's the old Bearwood Lane. A third, almost as long, which I
intend to call Portland Road, will go from Hagley Road, near the
old Observatory, to the Smethwick boundary. Other roads will be
named after some of the noble families whose friendship I enjoy,
such as Montagu and Clarendon. York Road will honour the county
from which both you and I came to make our fortune here! I am told
that Beaks Farm, west of my estate, is to be let out in building
lots on two long avenues. So in twenty years' time, though I shall
not live to see it, the district will be populous enough for St.
Augustine's to claim its own parish, be free of St. Bart's and perhaps
build the tower and spire to complete the church.
Dixon: I shall be sorry to see Rotton Park vanish at last beneath
brick and stone, even in a good cause! You will, I presume, let
out the plots on leases that will restrict their use and specify
the type of building that may be erected on them?
Gillott: Yes, I shall follow the example of Lord Calthorpes Estate
across the way, in making sure that the houses shall be of a certain
standard, that there shall be no industry and no crowding of several
dwellings on a single plot. There is to be a suburb of villas for
people of modest wealth in the south, with terraced houses for the
better class of artisans and trades people at the Dudley Road end.
As you know, Birmingham Heath is being built up now, with long terraces
and courts behind: that will not be the sort of district near which
the upper classes will wish to live, and so I shall not build like
that. With all the building now taking place on the Heath, no doubt
we shall soon be asked to help provide churches there, and schools
with them !
Dixon: This may sound strange, coming from a churchman like myself,
but I am against church schools! What I want is a national school
system, paid for by the local rates and Government grants, and controlled
by borough councils. It was because I knew that only Parliament
could provide such a system that I gave up the Mayoralty of Birmingham
last year in order to stand for election to Parliament.
Gillott: As a fellow-Yorkshireman I rejoiced in your success at
the by-election, and I congratulate you on retaining the seat at
the recent General Election.
Dixon: Thank you, Mr. Gillott. I very much regretted that I had
to give up the honour of being First Citizen of my adopted town.
But my work as a magistrate had shown me that crime and lack of
education go together. Parents are not obliged to send their children
to school, and there would be too few schools if they were: do you
know that church schools teach less than half of Birmingham's children?
In the House of Commons I hope to find supporters for an Education
Bill that will bring about compulsory schooling for all children
up to the age of 13 years old.
Gillott: You will have my full support in your campaign. After
all, I make pen-nibs; and the more people there are who can write,
then the more I shall sell !
Dixon: If your mansion in Westbourne Road, your famous collection
of paintings, and this estate are anything to go by, you have done
very well in selling them already!
Gillott: True enough. We have both done well in Birmingham. Shall
we walk home together? I have dismissed my carriage.
Dixon: Yes, come with me to 'The Dales' and tell my wife about
the service. She was so sad to miss it, but she really wasn't well
enough to come. Then you can go on from Augustus Road in my carriage.
We might look in on my good friend and neighbour, young Joseph Chamberlain,
if you have time. He is as interested in education as I am, and
anything to do with improving the life of Birmingham folk is sure
of his enthusiastic support.
Gillott: Where would this town be if it were not for its immigrants
like you and Chamberlain? You come here, make your fortunes, and
now devote your lives to helping your adopted 'family'. You became
Mayor only three years after your election to the Borough Council.
That Education Aid Society of yours which pays the school fees for
so many hundreds of children has earned you the title 'the most
popular man in Birmingham' : and I happen to know that for every
good cause you openly subscribe to, there are many others that you
help in secret.
Dixon: Spare my blushes, Mr. Gillott ! What of yourself? You are
known to be an excellent employer, your workpeople never wish to
leave, and your Graham Street factory is an example to the world!
The two gentlemen reached Hagley Road, and the waited while a horse-bus
and a steam-wagon went by, raising clouds of dust.
Gillott: Phew! I wonder when the Council will do something about
the state of this road? I recognise that they have had a tremendous
task since they took over from the Streets Commissioners 17 years
ago, but by now they should have been able to give some attention
to this, the main highway into the town from the west!
Dixon: I agree that this bad surface and those stinking ditches
are not a pleasant introduction to Birmingham. It is a disgrace
that gentlemen's houses still drain their sewage into roadside ditches.
But there are so many sewers still to be laid in the built-up districts
that we cannot yet expect them here, on the edge of the country.
They turned down Norfolk Road, and I let them go. Although it was
Sunday, when the factories were not at work, a black smoky cloud
still hung over the town to the east.
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