Re: Singleton and Cole Rolls-Royce
That's interesting, old Brummy, and sparks off a memory of my own with all due apology to tali for veering off-topic.
We were very fortunate in having a source of holidays during the second half of the war. My mother's cousin Lilian, "Auntie Dickie," was married to "Uncle Ferdo", Ferdinand Cole, Managing Director of Singleton & Cole, a Birmingham wholesaler of tobacco, snuff and fancy goods. They had a weekend cottage in the middle of nowhere, tucked away down a lane, through two gates. The nearest village was Bredenbury in Worcestershire, not far from Bromyard. We had several visits there, probably in the summers of 1943 and 1944 when I was seven or eight.
My mother and I used to get to the cottage with the help of Singleton & Cole transport which would pick us up at the Coles' large house in the Bristol Road - no. 88 or 188, I think. On one occasion it was in a large Hillman or Humber convertible, with the hood up, to my extreme disappointment. The most memorable journey was however in one of the Company vans. This was a Rolls-Royce, I can only assume having been converted at an earlier stage to a van from a car. It seemed to be built like a large piece of expensive furniture and its engine ran like silk. Petrol rationing was at its height at that time, of course, and it was arranged that we should travel in the van which, by the happiest of coincidences (!), had to make an urgent delivery in the Bromyard area and had the package to prove it. It was fairly important therefore to conceal its main cargo from official view as it comprised Mother and Auntie Dickie huddled in the back with all the luggage, sitting on boxes in virtual darkness and being entertained by a large parrot and a white cockatoo in their cages. I sat up front with the driver, having been instructed to act as "the boy" in case of trouble. The journey was completed without incident except for passing one policeman on point duty who looked as though he was going to stop us but fortunately didn't. I remember our driver wafting air over his face with his hand in mock relief after we had gone by. I did not enjoy seeing this particular driver having any sudden surprises as I had been told previously that the reason why he, a youngish man, was not in the forces was that he had a weak heart. Even at that age I did not relish the combination of, on the one hand, his condition and on the other my personal well-being being in his hands.
I am interested to learn that there was a fleet of such vehicles. I had always assumed that ours was a one-off, perhaps a superannuated and converted family car. To my regret I have no photograph of it nor of our journey. I hope one exists somewhere else - it must do. But early as this vehicle was, it cannot have dated back further than the early to mid 1920s and there must have been many in Birmingham of far earlier date.
Chris