Part 1
Walsall away 1929
Albert Stack, Albert Le Strange, Harry Coleman and carrying the pole with the Addick on it, Bill Cogan.
Photo possibly taken by or featuring Joe Hose of 7 McCall Crescent, SE7.
All were members of the electrical staff at Siemans Bros.
Also noteworthy are the rosettes and the rattle.
Charlton travelled to Walsall hoping to clinch their first ever Football League promotion which they did, pipping Crystal Palace on goal average to win Division 3 South.
Does anyone recognise those names as family members?
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Hearts away 1947.
Alan Ridgeon of 153 Sibthorpe Road, Lee, was stationed in Edinburgh and with some mates offered some local support.
It's a real Haddock, the biggest available, which Alan bought from the local fish market at 6.30 am that morning.
Charlton won 3 - 1
Again, does anyone remember or know Alan Ridgeon.
Never quite understood why it’s “Addicks” and not Addocks which is certainly more the pronunciation used by my Greenwich family heritage. Addock and chips not Addick and chips ?
Roots.
Obviously!
that looks like one hell of a crowd for a friendly, over 18k
Many families continued the tradition of naming the eldest son after the father. As the child grew up there was a practical problem of finding a way to distinguish them. They would often take on another name in preference to going through life being called Little Frank or Herbert Junior.
To anyone else who didn't like their name, the fact that big brother was going around openly calling themself something they'd made up was licence to call themself whatever they wanted. Today there's probably a bit more social pressure to use the name given by your parents.
They were very conservative with their baby tagging in those days. Anyone who has leafed through a birth index for the time could be forgiven for thinking it was illegal to call your child anything but Herbert, Francis, William, George or John. And that's just the girls. There'd have been nothing even remotely exotic and certainly none of those fenian names that are so popular today as many would have been reluctant to so publicly declare their love for the Pope, or certain '70s footballers. This dearth of parental originality would have led to practical problems at school and later work. If your class consisted of three Herbert's, four Frank's and 27 boys calling themselves variants of William, you'd best start calling yourself Joe pretty quickly or no-one would know who to pass the ball to.