Extracts from the memories of Basil Brosch written in 1977. Basil [and sister of our Emily] was a Grandson of Julian and Ann.
Julian and Anne Brosch made their home at 4. Auburn Terrace, Goldsmiths Street, in the centre of Nottingham, not far from his work Basil remembered seeing a Kelly's Directory of Nottingham dated 1850 to 1860 with the name Julian Brosch, French Polisher, 4 Aubern Terrace, Nottingham. [In various directories in 1874, 1883 and 1885 his address is given as 12 Auburn Terrace].
Having received a copy of "Julian's Gospel" from Leo Brosch I wrote to ask Basil if I could make copies for the family. In a letter dated 20th April 1977 Basil comments: -
..............do whatever you wish with "Julian's Gospel", I had no idea that it would become the "Epistle to the Cumbrians -- according to Basil". It was only written by way of telling Leo that his Grandpa died in Nottingham and not in Poland......I had not known that Julian's father was named John, that accounts for Uncle John being named after his Grandfather. He, John, took me to the first Cinema opened as such in 1909-1910, I was 6 or 7 at the time [obit 1911] I am now the last male Brosch left in Nottingham - so much for the past.
At about this time Julian and Ann lost their first born in infancy, they had called him Julian, and Julian's employer sent a white casket, and two sovereign pieces to pay expenses.
Through being able to converse in both French and German, he made many friends in the busy lace trade. Business waxed strong and Julian was soon employing his own workmen. He polished the original shop for John Player of tobacco fame and all the beautiful mahogany woodwork in the stately Colwick Hall.
He was entertained by prominent businessmen, and he in return would make tasty Polish dishes, at which he was very clever. He named two of his sons after his friends. Richard William after a friend who later became Mayor of Nottingham and Alfred Edwin (Basil's Father) after Alfred Edwin Page a prominent haberdasher of Long Row, whose daughter Maggie Page played with the Brosch children and later became Mrs John Player. By now the two boys Richard and John attended the Bishops Seminary on Derby Road, being at that time the best education for Catholics in Nottingham.
About this time several embroidery firms were opening up, mainly by fellow Poles and Julian was an expert at embroidery. Basil believed that he made the Christening gown for Amelia [Auntie Bebe] and understood it was used by each child down to Reardon [Sheila's father] and Nellie. Julian opened his embroidery business at a house in Shakespeare Street and he put a fellow Pole in charge whilst he continued his polishing business supplying the capital.
It was at this stage that Julian's good fortune deserted him as the Pole who he had put in charge of the embroidery business, absconded, leaving him in debt. At that time the principal Nottingham Embroiderers, called Spendloves, were paying many Poles £100 each to cease business but this had nothing to do with the absconding Pole.
At this stage Julian and family had moved to a larger house, 191 The Chase, with ample room for the growing family, but shattered by the loss of the embroidery business, he lost heart in further venture, and if drawing any large amount for work done he would spend it immediately after buying the children clothes. Paying expenses and accounts and such things that were needed and even expensive items, but no more investment. Eventually with the arrival of Alfred, Nellie, Cissie and Karol instead of the Bishops Seminary the seat of education became the Kent Street Catholic School. This, to the clever young Alfred, was purgatory, both for himself and his younger brother Karol, Bless them. Had they had the same attention as Dick and John, Alfred [Basil's father] could have outstripped them all.
Julian Ignatius, a devout and noble Catholic Parent lived for his Church, Country and family.
Dick and John were both brilliant scholars, Dick being a very prominent young man in most Catholic affairs. Founding and running social events and functions with great success, John also achieved excellent results with the Catholic Club of his day. Dick and Alf were in the Cathedral Choir and one day they were asked to help their father to polish a dance floor at the home of the famous Nottingham Judge Acton, who was to give a Ball at the house. The two boys were on their knees, polishing the floor with great vigour and at the same time singing the Mass with great fervour, from Kyrie, Gloria and through the Credo and back again. All of a sudden they stopped singing, as they had noticed all the Judge's family were lined up in the hallway listening intently to their fine voices. The Judge asked them to continue but they could not go on, knowing they were being heard. Whereupon the Judge handed them half-a-crown each and remarked how much they had enjoyed it. In later years Alfred became one of the finest bass singers in the Midlands.
As was said, Julian had many friends, among them a Mr & Mrs Woolf, who having no child of their own adopted a baby girl. Julian advised them to be sure and obtain the child's pedigree, which they ignored. Julian told them -- " The wolf will always go back to its lair " not meaning a pun, it was just one of his many sayings. The Woolf's spent a great deal on the girl, in education and otherwise but she became a harlot and died at an early age in the London gutter, as it were. Needless to say she broke the Woolf's hearts. Mr Woolf had built 2 houses near The Chase and promised to leave one to Julian but Julian died first.
Julian never failed to make the sign of the Cross on bread or meat, when carving and at the mention of Poland, either in the theatre or in public, would exclaim "Long Live Poland"
Julian smoked hand made cigarettes and his children could roll a cigarette for him when quite young. He also smoked cigars which most of his customers and friends gave him, along with a whisky - when paying their account. Many years ago Basil knew a man who lived near where Julian had lived. He told him that if he saw a butt end of a cigarette in the street he knew that Julian had dropped it, as he was the only man who smoked cigarettes in Nottingham or in that District in those days.
In Auburn Terrace a neighbour gave Julian a chair. He stripped and repolished it to be told later that he had taken all its value away. He was also told that the lady had given him the only decent chair and had chopped the other 7 up!! Sometime later he was given £5 for the odd chair that he had stripped and polished.
At Auburn Terrace a cousin, also called Julian, stayed with them for four months. He had failed as a doctor in Poland after having fainted during an amputation. He mastered English in 4 months studying in the attic by candlelight. He emigrated Basil knew not where and later became an engineer.
A refugee acquaintance of Julian's who came to Nottingham called himself Baron von Hube. Grandpa said to him "You are no Baron Hube, and you know it" Hube became a local preacher at Plensley, a mining village near Mansfield. In the local cemetery is a large monument with a glowing tribute to Baron von Hube. It was said that the last male to bear the name Brosch was killed in the streets of Warsaw in 1919 during the Bolshevik revolt in Poland and Russia. He was Lieut. Jan Brosch of the Polish Army.
With the passing of Julian Ignatius, almost a decade before the turn of the Century, none of the children were yet married. John and Richard were clerks in the offices of the L.M.S. Railway at which John became Chief Rates clerk at Manchester. He left by train after his younger brother Alfred had started work at Boots the Chemists in Station Road Nottingham. When Alfred arrived home from Boots in the evening John was already at home and he worked in Manchester!!
The family were frequently visited by the entire Cathedral Clergy including Bishop Bagshawe. One day Grandma was making a trifle when there was a knock on the front door, she put the trifle on a chair seat and covered it with an antimacassar. It was the bishop who, guess what, sat in the chair and truly mixed the trifle.
The boys Dick, John and Alfred bought a barrel of ale between them, put it in the cellar with a tin at the side of it for the money to be put in to pay for the beer. When the barrel was empty there was 3d in the tin and no one knew who had put it in.
One night a friend stayed with the boys all night in order to be awake to catch the train for the boat as he was emigrating to Australia. They all went to sleep a bout 4a.m. and the poor chap never got to Australia.
The girls all attended the Convent School on Derby Road, Amelia of commanding appearance became an overlooker in the Lace trade and later saleswoman in Gowns for G.V.Hutton, a Knight of St. Gregory and a friend of the family.
In the early days of his arrival in Nottingham, Julian and 3 fellow Poles purchased a grave between them at the General Cemetery in order to ensure a Christian burial. Later on the 3 Poles left Nottingham leaving Julian in sole possession. Strange to say it was less than a "stones throw" from his first home in Aubern Terrace. Within sound of the Cathedral bell and within 2 feet from the road leading into the Cathedral where he had worshipped God through most of his married life. The grave is surmounted by a simple laurel bush. I know not from whence, but a natural monument for a valiant Soul. [It appears that Julian's grave is in the Anglican Indexes rather than in the Dissenters. Perhaps when Julian and his fellow Poles booked the grave space it had not been allocated to the Anglicans. I wonder if he knew?. There are 5 burials in the grave probably, Julian, Elizabeth, Julian, Ann and John].
Many prayers must have evoked from his children and grandchildren to and from the Cathedral. And the year of Our Lord. 1900 is yet to come.
Since writing these few lines I have come to Know and love my Granddad, much more. Don't you think he is a likeable chap? [Basil Brosch 1977.]