I lived directly opposite this building when I grew up. It used to be an amazing looking place and was always clean and tidy, very respectful looking and maintained well. I often wonder what happened and why the tenants moved out? Be sad to see it gone for cardboard flats
Apologies if its already been posted, this is from Nooks and Corners in Private Eye:
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"Andrew Gibson House, overlooking the Mersey at Wallasey, stands empty and forlorn, and under threat of demolition. A large and substantial building of red brick and stone, it was opened in 1906 as a sanctuary for the widows of old sailors and of men lost at sea. This charitable institution was paid for by the son of Andrew Gibson, a wealthy Liverpool cotton merchant, and it stands in Mariners’ Park in Egremont, first opened in 1882. This was a garden village, a sort of Port Sunlight, intended as a home for friendless, aged and incapacitated mariners… [But] this legacy has been ill-treated by the heirs to this charitable trust. Many of the cottages and other buildings in Mariners’ Park have gone and the owners of Andrew Gibson House, the merchant navy union Nautilus (formerly NUMAST), now want to demolish it…”
The developers have achieved the 40% forward sales of apartments in Gibson house so work should start very soon. The land on the seaward side is going to have three and four storey apartment blocks built on it which isn't ideal but if it saves Gibson house that is the price that has to be paid, it had been earmarked for demolition.
We don't do charity in Germany, we pay taxes. Charity is a failure of governments' responsibilities - Henning Wehn
Funny where memories take us Casper. All the stuff catalogued in our brains. A great aunt of mine ended up there. I visited her when expecting my first child and I don't think she was very happy. I can't remember much about the inside of the building but she didn't stay there for very long and moved on, to be nearer some other relatives. Always a sad thought when someone goes into a home, they know it's God's little waiting room but no one ever mentions it. All arranged behind closed doors and the disposal of the living follows. There should be plenty of ghosts in there.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
Funny where memories take us Casper. All the stuff catalogued in our brains. A great aunt of mine ended up there. I visited her when expecting my first child and I don't think she was very happy. I can't remember much about the inside of the building but she didn't stay there for very long and moved on, to be nearer some other relatives. Always a sad thought when someone goes into a home, they know it's God's little waiting room but no one ever mentions it. All arranged behind closed doors and the disposal of the living follows. There should be plenty of ghosts in there.
Funny enough they where happy times granny, it always seemed to be summer and we were lucky enough to live near to the beach, you could hear the music echoing from the fairground in New Brighton, taking pop bottles back to the shop for the deposit, then just like the movie stand by me with our butties we would be off to the fair or to Joytime in Vale Park, or roller skating on the prom or fishing, so much the kids of today have missed out on.
Happy times indeed, Casper. We also seemed to play out all summer, but not in the vicinity you talk about. Freedom ! Thinking back and comparing to today, they were special times which cost nothing and now, in most cases, never to be repeated.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect. ~Chief Seattle
Happy times indeed, Casper. We also seemed to play out all summer, but not in the vicinity you talk about. Freedom ! Thinking back and comparing to today, they were special times which cost nothing and now, in most cases, never to be repeated.
Yes, the playground of today is the internet which is a much more dangerous place, mental damage is much harder to control and fix than the odd bit of skin being grazed off.
We don't do charity in Germany, we pay taxes. Charity is a failure of governments' responsibilities - Henning Wehn