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Just to add credibility to the story:
Many years ago I asked my Great-Aunt Ciss did she ever know the name Seth Davy: "No dear who was he?" I responded that he was a street entertainer in the late 19th, early 20th century who used to entertain by the Inn at Bevington Bush. "Oh I remember him, he was a nigger you know. We were a bit scared of him!He had puppets on a plank that danced we thought by magic." Please note that Ciss was as far from a racist as you could get. This was just the acceptable term for "people of colour" in those days.
Auntie Ciss lived in Toxteth, as far as I am aware, for most of her life. She died about 30 years ago aged 104! A large part of her life she spent in a house on Chipping Street, backing onto the old Toxteth reservoir. I spent 6 months in the house on returning from Canada in 1959(?). The house has gone and seemingly Chipping Street on which it was located! My mother, Ciss' niece, still complains, at 93, that her father used to shout at her if she kicked a ball against the wall of the reservoir in case it cracked it!