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'All in Rhyme'

The Life of Dame Gracie Fields

By Beryl Down

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~ Happy Thoughts ~

At the age of seven I fell under her spell, the reason why is not hard to tell. Gracie sprinkled her magic over me, in my thoughts she will always be. I admired her in life and her name is honoured now, memories will never take a final bow.

~ A Lovely Day ~

The north wind was blowing fiercely yet it was a lovely day the sound of a baby crying came drifting along the way. A little girl with eyes of blue destined to sing her whole life through. Spreading happiness as she passed by making an audience laugh and cry. Her name was Gracie Fields and come what may each anniversary of her birth is a lovely day.

~ Jenny's Pride ~

Jenny had ambition and tremendous pride as she gazed at her infant daughter lying by her side. She encouraged Grace to sing at an early age and pursue a career on the stage. Jenny once longed for a stage career but never had the chance, not only would Grace sing she would also act and dance. As the years stretched ahead all her dreams came true, stardom crowned our Gracie and her sisters and brother too.



Gracie aged 2

~ Chip Sarah ~

Gracie's grandmother worked in the coal pits at six years of age, opening heavy doors for pit ponies to pass through, a task no child should be forced to do. As an adult she owned a fish and chip shop in Rochdale's Molesworth Street she always wore bright colours and her offerings were a treat. Gracie said she looked like a gaudy Queen Victoria, but they had a great affection for each other. Chip Sarah was her father's mother. 



"Where I were born" is Gracie's caption to the above photograph
in her album. The event took place in the front bedroom over this fish
 and chip shop (Chip Sarah's) at 9 Molesworth Street, Rochdale.

~ Mini-star ~

Five years old Grace Stansfield sang in clubs for working men she had a remarkable voice even then. Giving her male audience a delightful surprise, too young to be paid in cash she received tuppenny pork pies. As her family were poor it was a welcome treat they seldom had luxuries to eat. Today she is known as Gracie Fields with a home in Capri but childhood memories never die friends invited to dinner enjoyed a succulent meat pie.



A scene like young Gracie would have been in when she was
'singing for a pork pie' in the inns of Rochdale




Rochdale Market when Gracie was 5 years old.

~ The Contest ~

Grace was not allowed to sing in the school choir although she had the most melodious voice in town, teacher said the volume would drown the others and bring the ceiling down. Mumma was furious but not for long she heard of a singing contest where Grace could burst into song. Father was not so sure, "Kids under eleven can't sing in public any more a notice in t' paper I've just read," Mumma's lips tightened "We'll see about that" she said. Tall for her age and dressed in a purple velvet blouse and skirt with a more sophisticated hair style Grace easily passed for eleven when in actual fact she was only seven. Her remarkable talent the judge was quick to recognise she tied with two older girls and won the first prize. From this small beginning she sang in charity concerts all over Rochdale and on the stage. In the years to come achieving world fame, having banned her from the choir teacher bowed his head in shame.



Gracie, marked with an X, aged nine at Rochdale Parish Church School. 
The schoolmaster, Mr. Johnny White, just behind her, also taught her
 mother Jenny.  Gracie left this school aged twelve to go on the stage.

~ Safety First ~

When Gracie was seven she had her first taste of the music hall. An artiste named Lily Turner was singing a sentimental ballad Gracie sat in the gallery when the song ended she stood up and sang the chorus back, a woman armed with an umbrella gave her a  hard whack. "Shut up you young hooligan you're spoiling the show", it was all part of the act but how was she to know. After that sudden fit of rage  Lily kept her protégé on the stage.

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