In July 1870 my gt-gt-grandfather's brother, John Kershaw, was travelling back from work in The Strand on a horse-drawn onmibus to his stop at Highbury Corner. Somehow he slipped as he climbed down from the top deck and his head went under the wheel - he was killed instantly, in full view of several witnesses, including people drinking their Friday evening pints in the Cock Tavern.
The sad thing was he left a widow and eight children between the age of 13 and the youngest being just a few months old. A couple of these had to go to an institution for fatherless children in Surrey, to ease the burden on the his widow, Mary Ann Kershaw.
Someone travelling on the omnibus knew where James lived and ran down St Paul's Road to break the dreadful news to the family, and the eldest son then had to go to Charterhouse Square late that night to inform the dead man's brother about this awful tragedy...
Keith