These are the end days for the new precinct. Born in the 1960s, in the ‘city of change and challenge’ the new precinct on Great Homer Street is almost ready to leave us now.
The second time in my lifetime there’s been a ‘new precinct’ built here. On Great Homer Street. The street of Homer, the great story-teller.
For now, while they start building it, you can see clear through to Scotland Road, to where the land stops being called ‘Everton’
These of course are the photographs of a moment in time. Taken by me on the early afternoon of Tuesday 9th December 2014 when I happened to be walking between the 26 bus stop on Great Homer Street and somewhere on Scotland Road, for some work I’m involved in. A moment in time. But I think these photographs will have a life in a certain world. A world that cares about Everton and about Scotland Road and what time does to them.
So I hope they will be used and shared, these folk memories my camera takes of ‘Remember when?’ and ‘No, look at this!’ One of the ways we preserve in our hearts and stories the places we lose to progress and history. I’m not the only one who does this with photographs taken on ‘ordinary’ days, look.
This is one of my favourite photographs of Liverpool ever. Though I’ve no idea who took it. Like my own photographs it can now be found all over the internet. Our folk stories left there for future generations and their homeworks of ‘Where I live, Where my parents were born, Stories of my Grandparents.’ All the stories.
This is round about when I turned up. Early in the 1970s, walking most days up and down the hill in my first proper job, between the Housing Offices on Scotland Road and Netherfield Heights.
Mazzini, Garibaldi and the Braddocks nearby. St George’s Heights not yet built. In an Everton where these new tower blocks are creeping up the hill to replace the old terraces.
Me and Wally, a Senior Rent Collector, walk down to here sometimes to put the rent money from Netherfield Heights into the Midland Bank. No security, unless that was eighteen year old me? Cash in a brief case. I’ve still no idea why this happened only some days. But it did.
Just one of the stories of Great Homer Street. The street of Homer, the great story-teller.
And the new precinct is always busy, surrounded by all those tower blocks. I remember going often to the Seven Stars pub in the precinct.
Then time happens, years go by and most of the people disappear. Me and my camera turn up one early autumn Sunday.
Then a year ago now I turn up to photograph the market.
As the long lumbering development known as ‘Project Jennifer’ in its early days slouches towards Great Homer Street to be born. The street of Homer, the great story-teller.
And time is almost ready to move on site.
And in fact, seeing the sheer size of the cleared site now between Great Homer Street and Scotland Road I feel more put out on the street market’s behalf than ever. Shoved up into the corner by Dryden Street when the whole other side of the road could have been the site for a rejuvenated Greatie?
On Great Homer Street. The street of Homer, the great story-teller. The street where complete change keeps happening and nothing seems to last more than 30 years any more.
Where will all the stories go now? Now the street will be mostly all ‘new precinct’. Now the Market is so hemmed in at the far end. Now there are so few people left living here to tell the stories anyway? Let’s watch, with our cameras, as time happens. As change happens.
Happy to credit the photos if anyone actually knows who took any of them. Also happy for my own to go on their travels. This is the shared history of us all and our place that we are archiving here.