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Counting sheep in dialect

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Further to my last, I've just had my attention drawn (thanks John!) to the article on wikipedia on the subject.

(An appropriate photograph follows ...)



Days of plenty in Redcar: a middle class household before the First World War

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In old age, Mrs Katharine Isobel Ellis Hill (1905-2005) looked back to the golden times before the First World War broke out ... when she lived with her parents and her brothers in the little hamlet then called Nunthorpe Station, and they went to visit her father's parents in Coatham ...

Her memory of the end of those happy times was very vivid and painful:

King's Head, Newton-under-Roseberry
On Aug 4th 1914 my godmother had a picnic for the young people staying with her & about 12 of us walked 3 miles across the fields, climbed Roseberry, had tea at the King's Head & walked 3 miles back.  
As I ran across the last field & the others went away I crossed the road & saw my father in his Territorial Uniform (khaki) vanish round a bend on his motor bike – I called after him but he did not hear – 
I rushed into the house & asked why? & someone said, 
"There's a war with Germany, so be a good girl."  
I never see that corner of the road without seeing my father on his way to Ypres & the Somme.  7 weeks later Duncan was dead; our house was closed for the duration & I was parted from all my little friends, pets, the garden (& all sense of security forever) & the servants who were old friends.
Katharine's brother, Duncan Stubbs
(Her father's account of the day is here and an account of the death of her brother Duncan is here.)

But to return to life before the War ... 

Katharine looked back across the decades to meals at her grandparents' house, 7 Trafalgar Terrace, Coatham.

7 Trafalgar Terrace, Coatham, in 1904

Her grandfather John Richard Stubbs, had grown up with the open hospitality of his mother and her neighbours in Boroughbridge.

Her grandmother Ellis Macfarlane grew up on the west coast of Scotland, in Helensburgh.  Her father Duncan Macfarlane was a Canada merchant; her mother Mary (also a Macfarlane) was the "lovely little girl" mentioned in Three Nights in Perthshire; with the description of the Festival of a 'Scotch Hairst Kirn' (1821).

This little book, several times reprinted, recounts the author's visit to Mary's childhood home – Ledard, "a large, beautiful farm-house" near the head of Loch Ard.

Mary's father, Donald Macfarlane, had himself taken the great Sir Walter Scott to inspect the nearby waterfall, which Scott described to great dramatic effect in Waverley and Rob Roy.

(Sir Walter hasn't been in fashion in England for many years – this post on Louis Stott's literary blog will put you in the picture).

The book describes the harvest festivities, with plentiful accounts of the food and drink:
sweet and ewe milk cheese, some of the delicious trout for which the neighbouring lochs are famous, basons of curds, with bowls of sour and sweet cream, and piles of crispy oatcakes, together with rolls and butter. 
So we can imagine that, with that sort of family background, food played a significant part in John and Ellis Stubbs' daily life.

When Katharine looked back across the hardship and rationing of two World Wars to a dimly-remembered time of plenty, this was what she recalled:- 

(And by the way – we have no way of knowing now whether a retired solicitor and his wife always ate so lavishly; it seems very likely that Katharine, only a small child at the time, was remembering special occasions)

Meals at No 7 Trafalgar Terrace, Coatham, up to 1914
Table seated 4 at each side & one at either end.  There were leaves to insert & extend it for many more.  There was always a large, starched, white damask cloth. 

Every day at breakfast 
Boiled eggs: 3 wore blue knitted caps (soft boiled) and 3 wore red knitted caps (set boiled)
Porridge: cooked all through the night (oatmeal) eaten with salt in Granny’s Highland fashion.  With a pint jug of thick cream on the table 
On a side table were hot dishes in silver serving dishes with lids. These were kept hot with little methylated flames on stands underneath them:- 
Bacon & fried eggs
Fried bread
Sausages or kidneys, tomatoes in season (not winter)
Scrambled eggs or poached eggs
Fish: kippers or haddock as a rule, or Kedgeree 
And cold dishes:-  
A large ham with an inch of fat – the whole sprinkled with breadcrumbs
A large joint of pressed beef
Cold chicken or (in season) a brace of partridges or grouse, a brace of pheasants, sometimes a woodcock or snipe 
On the table:-  
Toast in silver racks.  Hot bread buns.  White bread.  Brown bread.  (All home-baked)
Marmalade.  Honey.
A pint jug of cream
A large piece of butter (½ lb approx) stamped with the mould of the farm that produced it 
Luncheon was always a 4 course meal plus fruit & cheese 
Afternoon Tea:- 
Thin, buttered, white bread
Thin, buttered, brown bread – both cut in triangles
Scones in a heated dish
2 sorts of home made jam
Small cakes – iced in pink or white, called Maids of Honour
Gingerbread
Seedcake
Chocolate cake, iced
Plum cake
Brandy snaps filled with cream
Madeira cake, or similar
Biscuits, gingerbread & plain
Little jam rolls
Tarts filled with jam or lemon curd, or curd with currants
China and Indian tea. 
Dinner:-
6 courses with fruit:  Soup. Fish. Entrée.  Roast or Game.  Savoury.  Pudding.  Fruit.
Wedgwood pattern Y2109, first introduced in 1887
The few remaining plates of this Wedgwood service prompted another memory from long ago:
I first saw this service at Hogmanay when it was laid on a white damask cloth for tea, with about 15 to 20 people sitting round the table, nearly all family.   
Traditionally the youngest child had to cut the Yule Cake and I remember being lifted onto a chair & helped to make the first little cut. This was at Trafalgar Terrace, Coatham, (after my grandparents had left Park End, Ormesby).  It belonged to my grandmother Grace Ellis Macfarlane who married John Richard Stubbs at Helensburgh in 1871. 
I can also remember that it was brought out for the big tennis parties we gave at the Red House, Nunthorpe, where we had 2 tennis courts, so invited a good many people at a time, & had a lot of parties. 
It was originally a double service which is probably why some of it survived 2 world wars – as it was stored away in both, & in the second world war was in store at Easby Hall – where quite a lot of stuff was stolen, & books & upholstered furniture destroyed by damp. 
Hogmanay was the day at Granny’s house.  Every traditional Scottish dish was on the long table for tea, & presents piled on a side table (Christmas was a very secondary occasion). 
No one was allowed out of the house, or into it, on January 1st the doors were kept locked until the first foot knocked on the door, usually before breakfast.  He had to be a dark man, a fair one was very unlucky, & carried, if I remember, salt into the house.  Everyone rushed down to greet him & he was led away & plied with food & “a dram” 
The village boys at Nunthorpe used to sing under the windows on New Year’s Day 
“My little hen goes cluck cluck cluck
And I’ve come to wish you very good luck”

Alfred Edwin Sadler, manufacturing chemist of Ulverston

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John Lamb of Ulverston has asked me if I have any information on Alfred Sadler, son of Samuel Sadler.  Alfred, who once owned John's house in Ulverston, Cumbria, ran a tar works in Ulverston.

I will set down below the details about Alfred that I have found in a quick search, but John is particularly interested in the history of the Ulverston works.

Anyone who has any information – and particularly pictures – of the Ulverston works of Sadler & Co, please contact John!

His email address is martinhd581@gmail.com

Yorkshire Evening Post & Leeds Intelligencer 
16 April 1922
News was received at Ulverston yesterday of the death in a nursing home at Stokesley, Yorkshire, of Mr Alfred Edwin Sadler, principal of the firm of Sadler & Co Ltd., chemical manufacturers, of Ulverston and Middlesbrough.  For 45 years Mr Sadler had been prominently identified with the industrial, social, and political life of Ulverston.  He was a well-known Freemason, and was Assistant Prov. G.M. of the province of West Lancaster, and was keenly interested in Masonic charities.  Mr Sadler was also a staunch Unionist, was unmarried, and was 65 years of age. 
28 April 1922
The presence of upwards of a hundred workmen who had walked in drenching rain from Middlesbrough to Ormesby Churchyard yesterday to attend the funeral of the late Mr Alfred Edwin Sadler, was evidence of the esteem in which that gentleman was held on Teesside and in Cleveland.  The service was conducted by the Rev. J C C Kemm.  The coffin was borne to the graveside by foremen from the works of Messrs Sadler and Co. Ltd, Middlesbrough, etc.  The principal mourners were Mr C J Sadler (chairman of Messrs Sadler and Co), Mr S A Sadler (managing director), Mrs S A Sadler, Mr Basil Sadler, Col H Sadler, Mr C N Sadler, Mr Alex. Sadler, Mr and Mrs A W Field, Mr Frank Cooper (representing Mrs Gloag), Mr Douglas Cooper, Mrs Gjers, Mr John Gjers, and Sister Jefferies. Sir John Fry, Bart. and Mr R H Wilson, directors of the company, as well as the chief officials, were present, as well as a large and representative gathering of Freemasons. 
19 July 1922
Mr Alfred Edwin Sadler, of Sand Hall, Ulverston, principal of the firm of Messrs Sadler and Co (Ltd), chemical manufacturers, of Ulverston and Middlesbroiugh (net personalty £7,253) - £7,963 

Alfred Edwin Sadler of Sadler & Co, Middlesbrough and Ulverston

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Here, with very many thanks to Ian Stubbs, who contacted me to offer the use of the photographs on his flickr stream, are pictures of the Sadler family memorial in the churchyard at St Cuthbert's, Ormesby.




This side of the obelisk commemorates Alfred:

Also
Alfred Edwin Sadler J.P.
of Sandhall, Ulverston
brother of 
Sir S.A. Sadler J.P. D.L.
born 28th August 1857
died 24th April 1922

Ian's flickr stream is a must!  Especially if you are researching family from the North East and you can't easily get here, look and see if he has a picture for you.
 
For example: if you missed the WWI exhibition at the Dorman Museum, don't panic - you can read the beautifully-done information panels here from Ian's photos.

The family of the Revd Thomas Todd, Rector of Kildale

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In February 2013 I mentioned the family of the Revd Thomas Todd, Rector of Kildale, and his wife Elizabeth Jackson.  She was born in Wilton, the eldest daughter of George Jackson of Lackenby and his wife Margaret Rowland.

Widowed at the age of 52, Elizabeth left Cleveland to join her married daughter Margaret on the Isle of Man.  She was accompanied by her two unmarried daughters, Isabella and Rhoda, and the infant motherless children of her eldest son, Edward.

Isabella and her nephew Richard Ord Todd both emigrated to Australia, and it's from there that I have been very glad to receive a selection of Todd family photographs taken in Yorkshire, the Isle of Man and Australia.  They came to my correspondent via her mother from the last survivor of the Todds there.

Here is Mrs Elizabeth Todd, in her new life on the Isle of Man:

Mrs Elizabeth Todd 1808-79

And here is her daughter Isabella.  She went out to Australia as a governess in 1880, a few years after this photo was taken:

Isabella Mary Todd 1837-1907

Here is her younger sister Rhoda.  She was the principal of the Cleveland Private School at Douglas, IoM, and this photograph shows her looking appropriately scholarly:

Rhoda Anne Todd 1839-1927

I think that these two girls, photographed at the studio of G. Wallis, Union Place, Whitby, look very like Isabella and Rhoda, but I leave it to readers to judge for themselves:


Their eldest brother Edward Todd was a chemist & druggist.  On 17 October 1861 he married Elizabeth Mary Poynter (1841-66) in Guisborough.  She died on 2 July 1866 leaving Edward with a two-year-old daughter and a three-month-old boy, Annie and Richard.

Here are Edward and Elizabeth in happier days:

Edward Todd and his wife Elizabeth Poynter
Edward must have found himself unable to manage with his little children and so entrusted them to the care of his widowed mother and spinster sisters.

I think the photograph below must have been taken after Elizabeth's death.  Certainly Edward looks more careworn here, and he is accompanied not by his young wife, but by his dog.  Perhaps his mother wanted a photograph of him to take with her when she left for the Isle of Man with his little children:

Edward Todd 1834-1916
Ten years after Elizabeth's death, Edward remarried in Wolverhampton.  He and his wife Margaret Griffiths had two children, Frederick John Todd (1878-1939)and Elizabeth Margaret Todd (1881-1950).

His first son, Richard Ord Todd, became a bank clerk.  Here he is, photographed as a young man on the Isle of Man:

Richard Ord Todd 1866-1953








Richard Ord Todd on the Isle of Man and in Australia

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A glimpse of life on the Isle of Man in the 1880s.  Private theatricals were evidently all the rage!

You may remember from the photograph in the last post, that Richard Ord Todd as a youth had delicate features – so it seems he was ideally suited to be put into dresses:


Here he's on the left, beside Henry VIII:



In this one, featuring Britannia, Mary Queen of Scots and various assorted others, Richard is on the left next to the headsman and his sister Annie Elizabeth is second from the right in the front row:



And here is Richard with the football team, looking dapper in their hooped jerseys. Richard is top left and next to him is his cousin, Herbert William Quiggin:

Soccer team, 1880s, Isle of Man

Herbert was born in 1866 in Douglas and died in 1900 in Winnipeg, Canada.  He was the son of Richard's aunt Margaret Todd (1835-87) who married her Manx cousin William Thomas Quiggin in 1864.  I understand that William Thomas Quiggin and his brother Edward Todd Quiggin ran the family business, timber merchants & rope manufacturers in Douglas.  Apparently William left the business and then left his wife and three small boys to go to Canada with the family maid; he died in Ottawa.

Richard Ord Todd left the Isle of Man and went out to New South Wales on the Orizaba in 1887.

He married Frances Pym Stevens (1866-1959), eldest daughter of John Harry Stevens and Rosetta Pym on 1 January 1895 in Marrickville, NSW.  They had four children, Charles, Ruth, Stella and Geoffrey.  

His aunt Isabella was evidently living with the family at the end of her life because the notice in the Sydney Morning Herald of her death in 1907 shows that she was with them in their home at 376 Crown Street, Sydney.

Not long after his marriage, Richard's life took another surprising turn.  In his mid-thirties he left banking for the Church and in June 1901 he was admitted to the priesthood of the Church of England.  

He was successively curate of Christ Church, Enmore; Rector of SS Simon & Jude, Surry Hills; Rector of St Stephen's Church, Lidcombe; and assistant chaplain at the Anglican cemetery, Rookwood.

Here he is graduating from Moore Theological College in about 1901 (he is bottom left):

Richard Ord Todd graduating from Moore Theological College, c1901





The Ords of Guisborough

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Richard Ord Toddwas born in Guisborough.  His mother was Elizabeth Mary Poynter, the daughter of John Poynter and Ann Ord.  Here she is, with her husband Edward:

Edward and Elizabeth Todd

So the Revd Richard Ord Todd of Sydney was connected to the Ords of Guisborough, and the family photographs in Australia include pictures of the Ords.

The family is best remembered now for its most famous member, John Walker Ord, author of History of Cleveland:

John Walker Ord

John Walker Ord was the son of Richard Ord (1783-1879), a tanner and leather merchant, prominent in the public life of Guisborough, whose obituary in the Whitby Gazette records
The deceased whilst in the prime of life took a great interest in everything relating to the welfare of the town – was connected with nearly every public body in the district, and for over twenty years was vice-chairman of the Guisborough Guardians.  In politics he was a Liberal, and was a great support to the local party in the stirring times of the reform agitation.  
Richard Ord (1783-1879)

Richard Ord's wife was Ann Walker, whose great grandmother was the Dame Walker who is said to have taught Captain James Cook to read as a boy.

Another of their sons was Richard Ord junior (1807-77).  He was a currier and leather-seller, for many years an Alderman of Stockton and Mayor of the town in 1865.  Although of retiring disposition and having suffered some ill health he was a justice of the peace until his death.  He died at his home in Bowesfield Lane in October 1877.

Richard Ord jnr (1807-77)

The photographs show that Richard Ord senior was a keen supporter of cricket in Guisborough.  He he is (back, right) with the Cricket Team:

Guisborough Cricket Team


William King Weatherill of Guisborough: a sad story

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Far off in Sydney, Australia, Richard Ord Todd and his aunt Isabella had photographs of her nephew William King Weatherill of Guisborough and his children.

(William was the brother of Annie Weatherill, whose diary I posted on 1 December 2012.)

William King Weatherill was born on 22 November 1844. These photos, taken in Harrogate, show him apparently in the prime of life and with everything before him.

William King Weatherill (1844-77)
He was married to Hannah Maria Pickersgill and they had two children.

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Here is his son Thomas, and below, his daughter Mary. 


But William had known a good deal of sadness.


In November 1866, William's sister Annie died of "Phthisis [tuberculosis] 9 months – Abscess of Lungs 3 months – Diarrhoea 12 hours”.  Her last months and hours were obviously very distressing.

In March 1875, his brother Herbert Thomas Weatherill died in Bournemouth of “a long and painful illness”, presumably tuberculosis.

In November 1876, his father Thomas Weatherill died.

And on 9 February 1877, William himself died.  

Only two years earlier, he had been captain of the Guisborough Cricket Team.  He had reached the rank of Captain in the Rifle Volunteer Corps.  But he died at the Friends' Retreat near the City of York, and the record of his last weeks is a very sad one.  (The archives of the Retreat are held at the Borthwick Institute, York, where they are currently being digitised

William had been admitted, we would say now, because he was suffering a psychotic episode.  But I will leave the contemporary account to speak for itself ...

The case-notes of the Retreat record that he was “a tall very Stout Man”, about 6 feet 2 inches tall and 17 stones in weight.  His eyes were hazel.  He had suffered his first attack of illness when he was 31 and he was admitted to the Retreat on 29 November 1876.  He was a private patient; his wife Hannah was paying for his care.  

He was certified insane by two medical men of 15 York Place, Harrogate: Dr George Oliver and William Short, a surgeon and apothecary.  Dr Oliver stated that William talked incoherently and had heard “Voices of Jews”.  He believed that he had an eye in the middle of his forehead which he could use to see through the back of his head.  He wrote that “Mr Thomas Oxley informs me that he is apt to suddenly get out of bed at night, go to the door and put his shoulder against it & thrust against it.”  William Short reported that William said there was “a price on his head because his Eldest son spoke of Mrs Weatherill as his Brother”.  Short also wrote that William claimed to have “met the Prince of Wales as a Beggar”.

At the Retreat his head was examined in accordance with the current pseudo-science of phrenology, but was found to be normal.  The pupils of his eyes were normal, but his expression was described as vacant.  He was in feeble bodily health and was already suffering from tuberculosis.  He was constipated and his urine, “which he passes only about twice in the twenty four hours, is very highly coloured, has an extremely offensive odour & becomes covered with a greasy looking film when left standing”.  He also had a “semi-psoratic dull redness which exudes a quantity of serum & when dry becomes covered with scales” which he stated to be “the Cape Leg”.

His conversation was “rambling and incoherent”, and he wandered aimlessly around, standing “staring at objects for an hour together”.  He saw needles flying about and had lost all memory of places and people.  He was not suicidal, but could be very dangerous during his epileptic outbreaks.  However, he did not have any symptoms of general paresis (also known as “general paralysis of the insane”, which is caused by tertiary syphilis and was a common diagnosis for the mentally ill at this time).

This was his first bout of mental illness and it had lasted about six weeks.  The doctors thought the cause was William’s excessive drinking.  He had apparently always been of intemperate habits and usually drank large quantities of brandy – “from 1 to 2 bottles per day”.  There was no hereditary disposition to insanity in the family and he had had “no peculiarity in childhood”.

The case-notes then detail the staff’s impressions of William.  

On 29 November 1876, he is described as being “very dull and stupid & with difficulty can be made to answer questions.  Stares in a dull vacant manner & seems half asleep.  Takes little notice of those about him”.  He continues much the same until 6 December, when he “seems very perverse & inclined for a row”.  The next day he had “several attacks of epilepsy (petit mal) during the night between 1 and 3 am”.  Afterwards he slept all day until 8.20pm when he was given some food.  On 10 December he was “much brighter”, answering questions and conversing to some extent although towards the evening he “became dull & stupid” and at 10.15pm he had “a slight convulsive seizure”.

This pattern – excitement followed by a seizure and then quiet dullness – repeats through William’s case-notes.  

By the end of January 1877, having been in the Retreat two months, he was “gradually growing weaker and weaker”.  He was taking his food very badly, and was allowed “a small bottle of Champagne daily”.  On 4 February he “seemed to be sinking but after some brandy egg & milk he recovered”.  He was in a “very anxious condition”.  The next day he had “an outbreak of violent excitement & required 4 attendants to keep him in bed”, but after that he slowly drifted downhill.

On 9 February he “took some brandy egg & milk at 2am this morning after which he seemed better & more inclined to settle down quietly.  However at 7am he became very restless, “throwing his arms about & apparently going in for another epileptic seizure”.  His breathing became more difficult and, before assistance could be given, he quietly passed away at 7.30am.  His attendant, John Thomas Dowsing, was present.  The cause of death was given in the notes as Syncope, with the diagnosis at the end of the notes: Epileptic Dementia.

The newspaper notice of William's death shows that the family kept the true state of William’s deteriorating health secret.  In Guisborough, people were told that he had gone abroad for the sake of his health – nobody was to know that he had died in the Retreat:
Volunteer Officer's Funeral.  The remains of Captain W K Weatherill, of Guisborough, late of the 20th North York Volunteers, was interred on Tuesday, the 13th instant, in the Cemetery, at Guisborough.  The funeral cortege was a long one, and was preceded by the band and members of the above Rifle Volunteer Corps, the 8th Battery of the 1st North York Artillery Volunteers bringing up the rear, and most of the leading residents in the town.  The Rector, Rev F H Morgan, conducted the funeral service at the Cemetery.  The deceased had recently been abroad for the benefit of his health, and had returned home somewhat improved.  Latterly, however, he fell worse, and died on Friday.



Revd Thomas Todd (1799-1860), Rector of Kildale

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Amongst the photographs I have received from Australia was this one:


It shows notes and cuttings about the parish and rectors of Kildale and the burial place of the Revd Thomas Todd, which must have been made by Isabella Mary Todd, his daughter.

Isabella has also kept a cutting about John Jackson's Charity, noting that John Jackson's brother was her grandfather George Jackson.  Perhaps, far off in Australia, she liked to remember her "mother's home" in Lackenby, where, in the words of the newspaper, "the family have been native for upwards of 300 years."


John Cresswell Brigham of Darlington

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I often wondered what happened to the Brigham family of Rudby.  Now, thanks to an email from their descendant Jonathan Taylor at last I know!

The son of George Brigham (1790-1841) was also called George.  He was a clerk for Backhouse's Bank in Darlington, rising to chief accountant.  His son was the noted antiquarian bookseller, historian & collector, John Cresswell Brigham.  This is from the online catalogue for Durham County Record Office:

Brigham Collection (Ref: D/XD 16/1-18a)
This collection, including many books which are now part of the Local History Collection, was bought by Darlington Library on the death of the antiquarian bookseller, John Cresswell Brigham, in 1936.  It was then described as three collections, one relating to Darlington, one to Durham and one to Yorkshire. Those archive items which have been identified as part of the Brigham Collection are listed here, but it is likely that many of the items without provenance which are listed as the Darlington Library Collection (D/DL), came from the Brigham Collection originally. 
John Cresswell Brigham owned a book shop at 26 Coniscliffe Road and also set up a private museum in Northumberland Street. He was a Quaker and married Eleanor Lingford of Bishop Auckland. He was a well known figure in the town and his son has donated some notes about his life to the library. 
J. C. Brigham's father was George Brigham, who was chief accountant for Backhouse's Bank till his death in 1892. The family came from Rudby where George Brigham was a land agent and valuer, coroner for Cleveland and chief constable for the west division of Langbaurgh.
He was quite a collector.  A 1935 newspaper article relates that eleven railway wagons were needed to transport the items bought from J C Brigham's executors by a purchaser in the Lake District.  They included books, manuscripts, pictures and curios.  There were 500,000 books!  These treasures included:-

  • an early edition of the Douai Bible (first published in 1582)
  • a Rembrandt etching dated 1641
  • signed copies of Dickens' works
  • first editions of works by Voltaire, Wordsworth and Sir Walter Scott
  • a number of Saxton's C16 maps
  • the little satchel carried by Wordsworth on his mountain tramps in the Lake District.
And I notice from a quick search that it was John Cresswell Brigham who photographed the interior of St Cuthbert's Church, Darlington, just before the galleries that had been erected in 1730 were taken down in the major structural works of 1862.  Unsurprisingly for the time, it's not a very clear photo, but you can see it here.


Emailing me through the blog

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Just to say that if you've tried to email me through the blog and found your email has pinged back - do try again!  I know at least one person has had problems, but the thing usually works.

Corrections to posts relating to the Todd and Ord families

The Dragon of Sexhow

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I wrote this version of the old story a long while ago for schoolchildren and had quite forgotten it until I came upon it recently.

I have to admit - this is one blog post for which I really cannot make any claims of historical accuracy!
Once, long ago, when wolves hunted along the high moors and down the wooded valleys, there came one spring morning a mighty dragon to Sexhow. 
Down he flew and his shadow darkened the sky, and the children of Sexhow and Hutton and Rudby ran from their houses and down to the church where the bridge crosses the river and their elders came out and stood before the dragon and trembled for their lives. 
Down flew the dragon and wrapped his great tail three times around himself and roared in a voice that shook the hills that he must be fed or he would lay waste the land. 
"What can we give you?" called the people, quaking.  "We are a land without children.  Your kind have taken them all." 
The dragon hissed and his poisonous breath scorched the trees on Folly Hill. 
"Then it must be milk," he groaned.  "Milk me nine cows and I will drink it now." 
And every day he called for milk and hissed and roared until the ground where he lay was brown and burned and bare.  And the villagers worked and toiled.  There were no children to help them.  The children were playing hide and seek among the trees by the river where the dragon could not see them. 
"This is too much!" groaned the fathers as they hitched the oxen to the plough. 
"This is too much!" sighed the mothers as they fed the chickens and swept the floors. 
The dragon hissed for milk and the children skimmed stones across the river. 
And so it went on through the long summer days and the parents grew wearier and the dragon grew fatter and the children grew wilder.  And the lord of the castle at Whorlton whose walls were black from the dragon's smoky breath called for champions to save his people from their plight. 
But no one came. 
"This dragon is no match for us," said the King's knights.  "There is no glory in fighting a dragon who drinks milk." 
And so the parents toiled and the children played and the dragon hissed until there came at last an unknown knight journeying north to seek adventure.  He came one evening to the castle and the lord begged him to rid the land of the fiery serpent and the knight agreed. 
"But only," said he, "if no one knows my name.  There is no honour in killing a dragon who drinks milk." 
And early in the morning, so early that the villagers had not yet begun to milk the nine cows for the dragon's breakfast, he left the castle and surprised the dragon as it snored and, driving his spear deep into its heart, he left it dead and went on his way. 
The villagers were overjoyed and took their knives and skinned the great beast and hung its scaly pelt up in the church by the river in thanksgiving for the unknown knight whose bravery had saved them all.  And the children every Sunday would gaze at the dead dragon's wrinkled skin and remember the long summer when they had played all day. 
And so my story ends.  But where the dragon skin is now, that nobody knows.

Flintoff family of Hutton Rudby & Nova Scotia

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Joan McDougall has just commented on the About this Blog page, but I thought I'd also post her comment here, in case it's missed.  Her family, the Flintoffs, were among those who emigrated to Nova Scotia in the 18th century:
I am researching my family history, descended from Jane Flintoff who lived in this interesting village, but left (probably) with her brother Christopher or sisters Mary or Sarah around 1772-1774 to move to Nova Scotia on Canada's east coast. I think her father's name was also Christopher and in Nova Scotia, she married William Humphrey (another Yorkshire emigrant, thought to be from Northallerton). They had 5 children and interestingly the name Flintoff remained in the Humphrey family for 4 generations! 
I am coming to visit the area in mid Oct and would love to speak with a local historian who may be able to fill in some blanks. My email is jonseymcd@gmail.com look forward to seeing Hutton Rudby and meeting my past...
So if anybody has any information about the Flintoffs in the 18th century, please contact Joan!  

The Community Hub at Hutton Rudby

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I mentioned the Sycamore Tree Project or Village Hub in my reply to Joan (see last post) and I think I should include a mention of it here.

I don't live in Hutton Rudby any more, but friends tell me it's a great place to go for coffee and meet others and I think people who are visiting the area in search of their family history might find it a pleasant place to encounter the village today.

You will find details of the daily opening hours, Zac's Coffee Servery, the Book Area, etc, here on the website of the Hutton Rudby Methodist Church.

From Hutton Rudby to Nova Scotia in the 18th century

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I have already mentioned in this blog the emigration from Hutton Rudby to Nova Scotia in the 18th century.  It was prompted and encouraged by Charles Dixon (1730-1817), who owned the paper mill in the village (you will find a reference to him, for example, in this chapter on the Faceby Mormons).
As a result, quite a number of his fellow Methodists left the village for Canada.

I have just realised that the account of Charles Dixon's life can now be read online.

You will find it here – but if for any reason that link does not work, search for "Charles Dixon" and "Nova Scotia" and you will find it.

'The Live Bait Squadron Remembrance Book'

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Henk van der Linden is the founder of the the Live Bait Squadron Society and the author of The Live Bait Squadron: three mass graves off the Dutch coast.

Henk is now proposing to produce a commemorative volume called The Live Bait Squadron Remembrance Book.

It would be a large, high quality hardback book in colour.  It would include a DVD of the moving documentary film The Live Bait Squadron made by Dutch diver & filmmaker Klaudie Bartelink (the film's in English!) and a DVD of the centenary commemoration at Chatham Historic Dockyard last year, which Klaudie also filmed.  The book would include accounts of the disaster, its historical context, stories of the men (sent to Henk by their families and descendants), and details of the memorials erected to their memory ...

In order to get this book published, Henk needs to guarantee to his publisher that it will achieve a certain number of sales.  So he needs a list of subscribers who will engage to buy the book when it becomes available.  The price will be £40.

So if you are interested, contact Henk!

His email address is h.van.der.linden@tip.nl


(The only thing that might put you off is that I feature rather more in Klaudie's film than I ever expected when filming took place!  I try not to think about it too much ...)

Lewis Carroll & the North East

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Don't miss Alice in Teesside, Simon Farnaby's programme on Lewis Carroll, author of Alice in Wonderland!

It was broadcast on Radio 4 last Thursday and is now on iplayer.

I can't help but think that their shared roots in the North East must have made for an extra bond between Carroll and Henry Savile Clarke, who wrote the first stage adaptation of the Alice books.

For the remarkable story of Henry Savile Clarke, go to my earlier blog posts - there are four of them, and this is the first.

Papers deposited at NYCRO

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I have now deposited all the papers relating to John Richard Stubbs with the North Yorkshire County Record Office.

The deposit includes his diaries and also family letters mainly from the 1870s.  The letters from Ellis Macfarlane of Helensburgh written during their engagement and in the early years of their marriage are particularly lively and interesting, as are the letters from John's mother.

Anne Weatherill's diary from 1863 – which is such a tiny scrap of a document that over the years the family has had several moments of fearing we had lost it – is now also safely at NYCRO, I'm glad to say!

"On the wondrous trail of Alice"

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Alice in Wonderland, that is.

To celebrate the 150th anniversary of the publication of Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Chris Lloyd (deputy editor of the Northern Echo) wrote a beautifully concise and evocative account of Carroll's links to the North East and the ways in which his years spent here may have provided inspiration for Alice.

He mentions, too, Henry Savile Clarke whose story, and that of his wife and daughters, can be found earlier on this blog, and who created the first stage adaptation of the books.

You can find "On the wondrous trail of Alice" here on the Northern Echo website.

(I think you can get 10 free articles a month before a subscription is needed).

I don't know why we let Oxford take all the credit, when both Lewis Carroll and the Liddells (Alice Liddell being the main inspiration for the books) had such firm roots here!
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