A blessing to the poor.
A blessing to the poor.
A cracking new statue of Kitty Wilkinson - see here.
a few of todays scruffs in pyjamas could do with a good scrub down the washhouse.
The last one only closed in about 1990 hard to believe but true! My Gran whose now 94 went to it all her life and was gutted when it shut as she had to start goin the launderette!
Lovely statue but doesn,t she deserve better?
A huge statue should have been erected near to the first wash house so that her energy and love for our city,s poor could have been merited better. She has more right to a statue than some pompous king, queen, lord, or duke.
Watch out when you go out, you might fall over her statue.
She lived in Denison street where the now demolished King Eddy pub stood. I'd like to think whoever builds that tower there might incorporate something in it for her. She does have a stained glass window in the Anglican cathedral too though. You can find out more about her and from her biographer, Mike Kelly on www.scottiepress.org
Do you think they,d name the tower after her? They might put a notice over the toilet sink maybe. They,ll do bugger all for her.
Who is Catherine seaward, she is a herione to us all
the girl we know as Kitty, who came when we did call
this Irish lass from Derry, came here when she was nine
she understood and undertook, to help us all the time
Kitty lost her father, on that boat to Liverpool
her little sister drowned as well, how life can be so cruel
her mother found a place, a home that they could make
they struggled as they looked around, for jobs that they could take
Domestics with Mrs Lightbody, a lady kind with face
Kitty`s mum taught servants, to spin and make the lace
nice old Mrs Lightbody, the poor she helped and praised
kitty saw her kindness, and this with Kitty stayed
Only two years later, and Kitty works the cotton mill
her mothers poorly evermore , they left when she came ill
so kitty works the cotton, for nigh on next 10 years
here she first meets Tom Wilkinson, a man who really cares
Kitty`s back in Liverpool, her mothers back here too
their living now in Frederick Street, domestic jobs they do
mental health effects her mam, she`s falling to the strain
Kitty wont hear of the asylum, they battle through the pain
Kitty meets her husband, Emanuel Demontee
the Frenchman is a sailor and is drowned while out at sea
She brings her two young boys up, works harder than a man
along the way she always helps, the needy when she can
Kitty meets Tom Wilkinson, the man she knew before
they marry and he just like her, is glad to help the poor
Denison street they rent a house, the door is open wide
anyone in need of help, is welcome here inside
A washroom in her cellar, tries to keep cholera at bay
clean your bedding clean your clothes, 1p is all you pay
In no time Kitty`s kitchen, is a washroom for the need
her bedroom is a nursery school, to teach the kids to read
Securing help from charity, from well off people too
Kit and Tom kept helping, as their washroom grew and grew
soon many wash houses, with public baths beside
where springing up on many streets, big and clean inside
The authorities sat up and looked, at what Kitty had laid
wash house superintendents, the cities offer made
the Wilkinsons accepted, a wash house in Frederick street
they ran it ever helpful, and got praised by all they`d meet
Now when our Queen Victoria, came up to see our city
she wanted to meet dignitaries, she wanted to meet Kitty
Although she sat and met the Queen, and this bit brings me laughs
I bet you not long after, she was back running her baths
In 1860 aged seventy three, Kitty sadly died
From north to south,east to west, the city as one cried
her funeral at St James, was attended by every class
all had come to say goodbye, to the kindly Irish lass
At our Anglican cathedral, stands a window for our Kitty
the glass is cut so beautiful, the colours shine so pretty
A really fine memorial, for all she chose to do
a fitting way for Liverpool, to say our thanks to you
God Bless You Kitty
Brilliant poem The wash houses were hard work but they were also the equivelent to a social club for women.
Tony, i've passed your poem over to Ron and Mike for them to see, fantastic that.