Roadside, 130

[Cap'n Jack]

I missed this in my original searches of The Times of 1855, and 1856:

'Wanted, a young man in the ham and beef trade: one who knows something of the business prreferred. Apply at 130 Whitechapel Raod.'

130 Whitechapel Road belonged to Thomas Cutbush's grandmother, and remained in the family into the 1930's when they finally lost it in bankrupcy proceedings.
It seems 130 Whitechapel Road was a butcher's shop.

[Monty]

AP,

Did Grandma Cutbush run the butchery business or was she a lessor?

Monty

[Cap'n Jack]

Smart and good question, Monty.
I seem to remember finding Thomas' family operating a business there in the LVP at some time, earlier records seem to indicate it was a house which grandma wanted to rent out, like this one from the 1830's:

'LUKE FLOOD CUTBUSH . I am the grandson of Clarissa Cutbush—she is owner of the house, No. 130, Whitechapel-road—it is unoccupied...'

The butcher connection is of some interest though.

[Rob Clack]

The 1889 Kellys Directory list 'Frank Hammond, Tobacconist' at that premises. 130 Whitechapel Road was two doors away from Whitechapel Under ground station.

Rob

[Monty]

You beat me to the Kellys suggestion Rob.

It is an interesting connection AP.

Monty

[Cap'n Jack]

Thanks Monty, and all the more interesting with this snippet:

''Walthamstow and Leyton Guardian (UK)
Saturday, 10 August 1889

THE WHITECHAPEL MURDER.
The police have just had a severe disappointment, says a London correspondent, in connection with their search for the Whitechapel murderer. They received information of a man exactly answering the description of the person they are looking for. He was a lunatic, and learnt the butchering trade in his father's shop, had become a medical student on his father's death, had absented himself from home frequently at nights without giving any explanation of where he had been, and had written an extraordinary series of letters to the rector of his parish, which parish was in direct communication by a straight line of tram-rails with the very circle within which all the diabolical crimes have been perpetrated. Those letters indicated clearly that the writer was a lewd-minded lunatic, such as the murderer must be, and there occurred in them such ominous and coincidental expressions as threats to "rip up" both his mother and the rector. In fact, every conceivable circumstance about him exactly fitted in with a rational theory of the crimes with him as the chief actor in them, until one discovery upset the entire superstructure. He was at liberty during the whole of the murders except the last of all, when he was safe under lock and key in a private asylum. Until that false link in the chain was found the police certainly regarded the clues as the best they have had all along. Of course, there yet remains the contingency that this latest murder was the work of a fresh assassin, and Dr. Phillips inclines to that opinion from the nature of the mutilations. '