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      Isaac Stokes 1804-1877

       

      Isaac was born in Churchill, Oxfordshire in 1804, and was the youngest brother of my 4X great grandfather Thomas Stokes. The Stokes family were stone masons for generations in Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire, and Isaac’s occupation was a mason’s labourer in 1834 when he was sentenced at the Lent Assizes in Oxford to fourteen years transportation for stealing tools.

      Churchill where the Stokes stonemasons came from: on 31 July 1684 a fire destroyed 20 houses and many other buildings, and killed four people. The village was rebuilt higher up the hill, with stone houses instead of the old timber-framed and thatched cottages. The fire was apparently caused by a baker who, to avoid chimney tax, had knocked through the wall from her oven to her neighbour’s chimney.

      Isaac stole a pick axe, the value of 2 shillings and the property of Thomas Joyner of Churchill; a kibbeaux and a trowel value 3 shillings the property of Thomas Symms; a hammer and axe value 5 shillings, property of John Keen of Sarsden.

      (The word kibbeaux seems to only exists in relation to Isaac Stokes sentence and whoever was the first to write it was perhaps being creative with the spelling of a kibbo, a miners or a metal bucket. This spelling is repeated in the criminal reports and the newspaper articles about Isaac, but nowhere else).

      In March 1834 the Removal of Convicts was announced in the Oxford University and City Herald: Isaac Stokes and several other prisoners were removed from the Oxford county gaol to the Justitia hulk at Woolwich “persuant to their sentences of transportation at our Lent Assizes”.

      via digitalpanopticon:

      Hulks were decommissioned (and often unseaworthy) ships that were moored in rivers and estuaries and refitted to become floating prisons. The outbreak of war in America in 1775 meant that it was no longer possible to transport British convicts there. Transportation as a form of punishment had started in the late seventeenth century, and following the Transportation Act of 1718, some 44,000 British convicts were sent to the American colonies. The end of this punishment presented a major problem for the authorities in London, since in the decade before 1775, two-thirds of convicts at the Old Bailey received a sentence of transportation – on average 283 convicts a year. As a result, London’s prisons quickly filled to overflowing with convicted prisoners who were sentenced to transportation but had no place to go.

      To increase London’s prison capacity, in 1776 Parliament passed the “Hulks Act” (16 Geo III, c.43). Although overseen by local justices of the peace, the hulks were to be directly managed and maintained by private contractors. The first contract to run a hulk was awarded to Duncan Campbell, a former transportation contractor. In August 1776, the Justicia, a former transportation ship moored in the River Thames, became the first prison hulk. This ship soon became full and Campbell quickly introduced a number of other hulks in London; by 1778 the fleet of hulks on the Thames held 510 prisoners.
      Demand was so great that new hulks were introduced across the country. There were hulks located at Deptford, Chatham, Woolwich, Gosport, Plymouth, Portsmouth, Sheerness and Cork.

      The Justitia via rmg collections:

      Justitia

      Convicts perform hard labour at the Woolwich Warren. The hulk on the river is the ‘Justitia’. Prisoners were kept on board such ships for months awaiting deportation to Australia. The ‘Justitia’ was a 260 ton prison hulk that had been originally moored in the Thames when the American War of Independence put a stop to the transportation of criminals to the former colonies. The ‘Justitia’ belonged to the shipowner Duncan Campbell, who was the Government contractor who organized the prison-hulk system at that time. Campbell was subsequently involved in the shipping of convicts to the penal colony at Botany Bay (in fact Port Jackson, later Sydney, just to the north) in New South Wales, the ‘first fleet’ going out in 1788.

       

      While searching for records for Isaac Stokes I discovered that another Isaac Stokes was transported to New South Wales in 1835 as well. The other one was a butcher born in 1809, sentenced in London for seven years, and he sailed on the Mary Ann. Our Isaac Stokes sailed on the Lady Nugent, arriving in NSW in April 1835, having set sail from England in December 1834.

      Lady Nugent was built at Bombay in 1813. She made four voyages under contract to the British East India Company (EIC). She then made two voyages transporting convicts to Australia, one to New South Wales and one to Van Diemen’s Land (Tasmania). (via Wikipedia)

      via freesettlerorfelon website:

      On 20 November 1834, 100 male convicts were transferred to the Lady Nugent from the Justitia Hulk and 60 from the Ganymede Hulk at Woolwich, all in apparent good health. The Lady Nugent departed Sheerness on 4 December 1834.

      SURGEON OLIVER SPROULE

      Oliver Sproule kept a Medical Journal from 7 November 1834 to 27 April 1835. He recorded in his journal the weather conditions they experienced in the first two weeks:

      ‘In the course of the first week or ten days at sea, there were eight or nine on the sick list with catarrhal affections and one with dropsy which I attribute to the cold and wet we experienced during that period beating down channel. Indeed the foremost berths in the prison at this time were so wet from leaking in that part of the ship, that I was obliged to issue dry beds and bedding to a great many of the prisoners to preserve their health, but after crossing the Bay of Biscay the weather became fine and we got the damp beds and blankets dried, the leaks partially stopped and the prison well aired and ventilated which, I am happy to say soon manifested a favourable change in the health and appearance of the men.

      Besides the cases given in the journal I had a great many others to treat, some of them similar to those mentioned but the greater part consisted of boils, scalds, and contusions which would not only be too tedious to enter but I fear would be irksome to the reader. There were four births on board during the passage which did well, therefore I did not consider it necessary to give a detailed account of them in my journal the more especially as they were all favourable cases.

      Regularity and cleanliness in the prison, free ventilation and as far as possible dry decks turning all the prisoners up in fine weather as we were lucky enough to have two musicians amongst the convicts, dancing was tolerated every afternoon, strict attention to personal cleanliness and also to the cooking of their victuals with regular hours for their meals, were the only prophylactic means used on this occasion, which I found to answer my expectations to the utmost extent in as much as there was not a single case of contagious or infectious nature during the whole passage with the exception of a few cases of psora which soon yielded to the usual treatment. A few cases of scurvy however appeared on board at rather an early period which I can attribute to nothing else but the wet and hardships the prisoners endured during the first three or four weeks of the passage. I was prompt in my treatment of these cases and they got well, but before we arrived at Sydney I had about thirty others to treat.’

      The Lady Nugent arrived in Port Jackson on 9 April 1835 with 284 male prisoners. Two men had died at sea. The prisoners were landed on 27th April 1835 and marched to Hyde Park Barracks prior to being assigned. Ten were under the age of 14 years.

      The Lady Nugent:

      Lady Nugent

       

      Isaac’s distinguishing marks are noted on various criminal registers and record books:

      “Height in feet & inches: 5 4; Complexion: Ruddy; Hair: Light brown; Eyes: Hazel; Marks or Scars: Yes [including] DEVIL on lower left arm, TSIS back of left hand, WS lower right arm, MHDW back of right hand.”

      Another includes more detail about Isaac’s tattoos:

      “Two slight scars right side of mouth, 2 moles above right breast, figure of the devil and DEVIL and raised mole, lower left arm; anchor, seven dots half moon, TSIS and cross, back of left hand; a mallet, door post, A, mans bust, sun, WS, lower right arm; woman, MHDW and shut knife, back of right hand.”

       

      Lady Nugent record book

       

      From How tattoos became fashionable in Victorian England (2019 article in TheConversation by Robert Shoemaker and Zoe Alkar):

      “Historical tattooing was not restricted to sailors, soldiers and convicts, but was a growing and accepted phenomenon in Victorian England. Tattoos provide an important window into the lives of those who typically left no written records of their own. As a form of “history from below”, they give us a fleeting but intriguing understanding of the identities and emotions of ordinary people in the past.
      As a practice for which typically the only record is the body itself, few systematic records survive before the advent of photography. One exception to this is the written descriptions of tattoos (and even the occasional sketch) that were kept of institutionalised people forced to submit to the recording of information about their bodies as a means of identifying them. This particularly applies to three groups – criminal convicts, soldiers and sailors. Of these, the convict records are the most voluminous and systematic.
      Such records were first kept in large numbers for those who were transported to Australia from 1788 (since Australia was then an open prison) as the authorities needed some means of keeping track of them.”

      On the 1837 census Isaac was working for the government at Illiwarra, New South Wales. This record states that he arrived on the Lady Nugent in 1835. There are three other indent records for an Isaac Stokes in the following years, but the transcriptions don’t provide enough information to determine which Isaac Stokes it was. In April 1837 there was an abscondment, and an arrest/apprehension in May of that year, and in 1843 there was a record of convict indulgences.

      From the Australian government website regarding “convict indulgences”:

      “By the mid-1830s only six per cent of convicts were locked up. The vast majority worked for the government or free settlers and, with good behaviour, could earn a ticket of leave, conditional pardon or and even an absolute pardon. While under such orders convicts could earn their own living.”

       

      In 1856 in Camden, NSW, Isaac Stokes married Catherine Daly. With no further information on this record it would be impossible to know for sure if this was the right Isaac Stokes. This couple had six children, all in the Camden area, but none of the records provided enough information. No occupation or place or date of birth recorded for Isaac Stokes.

      I wrote to the National Library of Australia about the marriage record, and their reply was a surprise! Issac and Catherine were married on 30 September 1856, at the house of the Rev. Charles William Rigg, a Methodist minister, and it was recorded that Isaac was born in Edinburgh in 1821, to parents James Stokes and Sarah Ellis!  The age at the time of the marriage doesn’t match Isaac’s age at death in 1877, and clearly the place of birth and parents didn’t match either. Only his fathers occupation of stone mason was correct.  I wrote back to the helpful people at the library and they replied that the register was in a very poor condition and that only two and a half entries had survived at all, and that Isaac and Catherines marriage was recorded over two pages.

      I searched for an Isaac Stokes born in 1821 in Edinburgh on the Scotland government website (and on all the other genealogy records sites) and didn’t find it. In fact Stokes was a very uncommon name in Scotland at the time. I also searched Australian immigration and other records for another Isaac Stokes born in Scotland or born in 1821, and found nothing.  I was unable to find a single record to corroborate this mysterious other Isaac Stokes.

      As the age at death in 1877 was correct, I assume that either Isaac was lying, or that some mistake was made either on the register at the home of the Methodist minster, or a subsequent mistranscription or muddle on the remnants of the surviving register.  Therefore I remain convinced that the Camden stonemason Isaac Stokes was indeed our Isaac from Oxfordshire.

       

      I found a history society newsletter article that mentioned Isaac Stokes, stone mason, had built the Glenmore church, near Camden, in 1859.

      Glenmore Church

       

      From the Wollondilly museum April 2020 newsletter:

      Glenmore Church Stokes

       

      From the Camden History website:

      “The stone set over the porch of Glenmore Church gives the date of 1860. The church was begun in 1859 on land given by Joseph Moore. James Rogers of Picton was given the contract to build and local builder, Mr. Stokes, carried out the work. Elizabeth Moore, wife of Edward, laid the foundation stone. The first service was held on 19th March 1860. The cemetery alongside the church contains the headstones and memorials of the areas early pioneers.”

       

      Isaac died on the 3rd September 1877. The inquest report puts his place of death as Bagdelly, near to Camden, and another death register has put Cambelltown, also very close to Camden.  His age was recorded as 71 and the inquest report states his cause of death was “rupture of one of the large pulmonary vessels of the lung”.  His wife Catherine died in childbirth in 1870 at the age of 43.

       

      Isaac and Catherine’s children:

      William Stokes 1857-1928

      Catherine Stokes 1859-1846

      Sarah Josephine Stokes 1861-1931

      Ellen Stokes 1863-1932

      Rosanna Stokes 1865-1919

      Louisa Stokes 1868-1844.

       

      It’s possible that Catherine Daly was a transported convict from Ireland.

       

      Some time later I unexpectedly received a follow up email from The Oaks Heritage Centre in Australia.

      “The Gaudry papers which we have in our archive record him (Isaac Stokes) as having built: the church, the school and the teachers residence.  Isaac is recorded in the General return of convicts: 1837 and in Grevilles Post Office directory 1872 as a mason in Glenmore.”

      Isaac Stokes directory

      #6348
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        Wong Sang

         

        Wong Sang was born in China in 1884. In October 1916 he married Alice Stokes in Oxford.

        Alice was the granddaughter of William Stokes of Churchill, Oxfordshire and William was the brother of Thomas Stokes the wheelwright (who was my 3X great grandfather). In other words Alice was my second cousin, three times removed, on my fathers paternal side.

        Wong Sang was an interpreter, according to the baptism registers of his children and the Dreadnought Seamen’s Hospital admission registers in 1930.  The hospital register also notes that he was employed by the Blue Funnel Line, and that his address was 11, Limehouse Causeway, E 14. (London)

        “The Blue Funnel Line offered regular First-Class Passenger and Cargo Services From the UK to South Africa, Malaya, China, Japan, Australia, Java, and America.  Blue Funnel Line was Owned and Operated by Alfred Holt & Co., Liverpool.
        The Blue Funnel Line, so-called because its ships have a blue funnel with a black top, is more appropriately known as the Ocean Steamship Company.”

         

        Wong Sang and Alice’s daughter, Frances Eileen Sang, was born on the 14th July, 1916 and baptised in 1920 at St Stephen in Poplar, Tower Hamlets, London.  The birth date is noted in the 1920 baptism register and would predate their marriage by a few months, although on the death register in 1921 her age at death is four years old and her year of birth is recorded as 1917.

        Charles Ronald Sang was baptised on the same day in May 1920, but his birth is recorded as April of that year.  The family were living on Morant Street, Poplar.

        James William Sang’s birth is recorded on the 1939 census and on the death register in 2000 as being the 8th March 1913.  This definitely would predate the 1916 marriage in Oxford.

        William Norman Sang was born on the 17th October 1922 in Poplar.

        Alice and the three sons were living at 11, Limehouse Causeway on the 1939 census, the same address that Wong Sang was living at when he was admitted to Dreadnought Seamen’s Hospital on the 15th January 1930. Wong Sang died in the hospital on the 8th March of that year at the age of 46.

        Alice married John Patterson in 1933 in Stepney. John was living with Alice and her three sons on Limehouse Causeway on the 1939 census and his occupation was chef.

        Via Old London Photographs:

        “Limehouse Causeway is a street in east London that was the home to the original Chinatown of London. A combination of bomb damage during the Second World War and later redevelopment means that almost nothing is left of the original buildings of the street.”

        Limehouse Causeway in 1925:

        Limehouse Causeway

         

        From The Story of Limehouse’s Lost Chinatown, poplarlondon website:

        “Limehouse was London’s first Chinatown, home to a tightly-knit community who were demonised in popular culture and eventually erased from the cityscape.

        As recounted in the BBC’s ‘Our Greatest Generation’ series, Connie was born to a Chinese father and an English mother in early 1920s Limehouse, where she used to play in the street with other British and British-Chinese children before running inside for teatime at one of their houses. 

        Limehouse was London’s first Chinatown between the 1880s and the 1960s, before the current Chinatown off Shaftesbury Avenue was established in the 1970s by an influx of immigrants from Hong Kong. 

        Connie’s memories of London’s first Chinatown as an “urban village” paint a very different picture to the seedy area portrayed in early twentieth century novels. 

        The pyramid in St Anne’s church marked the entrance to the opium den of Dr Fu Manchu, a criminal mastermind who threatened Western society by plotting world domination in a series of novels by Sax Rohmer. 

        Thomas Burke’s Limehouse Nights cemented stereotypes about prostitution, gambling and violence within the Chinese community, and whipped up anxiety about sexual relationships between Chinese men and white women. 

        Though neither novelist was familiar with the Chinese community, their depictions made Limehouse one of the most notorious areas of London. 

        Travel agent Thomas Cook even organised tours of the area for daring visitors, despite the rector of Limehouse warning that “those who look for the Limehouse of Mr Thomas Burke simply will not find it.”

        All that remains is a handful of Chinese street names, such as Ming Street, Pekin Street, and Canton Street — but what was Limehouse’s chinatown really like, and why did it get swept away?

        Chinese migration to Limehouse 

        Chinese sailors discharged from East India Company ships settled in the docklands from as early as the 1780s.

        By the late nineteenth century, men from Shanghai had settled around Pennyfields Lane, while a Cantonese community lived on Limehouse Causeway. 

        Chinese sailors were often paid less and discriminated against by dock hirers, and so began to diversify their incomes by setting up hand laundry services and restaurants. 

        Old photographs show shopfronts emblazoned with Chinese characters with horse-drawn carts idling outside or Chinese men in suits and hats standing proudly in the doorways. 

        In oral histories collected by Yat Ming Loo, Connie’s husband Leslie doesn’t recall seeing any Chinese women as a child, since male Chinese sailors settled in London alone and married working-class English women. 

        In the 1920s, newspapers fear-mongered about interracial marriages, crime and gambling, and described chinatown as an East End “colony.” 

        Ironically, Chinese opium-smoking was also demonised in the press, despite Britain waging war against China in the mid-nineteenth century for suppressing the opium trade to alleviate addiction amongst its people. 

        The number of Chinese people who settled in Limehouse was also greatly exaggerated, and in reality only totalled around 300. 

        The real Chinatown 

        Although the press sought to characterise Limehouse as a monolithic Chinese community in the East End, Connie remembers seeing people of all nationalities in the shops and community spaces in Limehouse.

        She doesn’t remember feeling discriminated against by other locals, though Connie does recall having her face measured and IQ tested by a member of the British Eugenics Society who was conducting research in the area. 

        Some of Connie’s happiest childhood memories were from her time at Chung-Hua Club, where she learned about Chinese culture and language.

        Why did Chinatown disappear? 

        The caricature of Limehouse’s Chinatown as a den of vice hastened its erasure. 

        Police raids and deportations fuelled by the alarmist media coverage threatened the Chinese population of Limehouse, and slum clearance schemes to redevelop low-income areas dispersed Chinese residents in the 1930s. 

        The Defence of the Realm Act imposed at the beginning of the First World War criminalised opium use, gave the authorities increased powers to deport Chinese people and restricted their ability to work on British ships.

        Dwindling maritime trade during World War II further stripped Chinese sailors of opportunities for employment, and any remnants of Chinatown were destroyed during the Blitz or erased by postwar development schemes.”

         

        Wong Sang 1884-1930

        The year 1918 was a troublesome one for Wong Sang, an interpreter and shipping agent for Blue Funnel Line.  The Sang family were living at 156, Chrisp Street.

        Chrisp Street, Poplar, in 1913 via Old London Photographs:

        Chrisp Street

         

        In February Wong Sang was discharged from a false accusation after defending his home from potential robbers.

        East End News and London Shipping Chronicle – Friday 15 February 1918:

        1918 Wong Sang

         

        In August of that year he was involved in an incident that left him unconscious.

        Faringdon Advertiser and Vale of the White Horse Gazette – Saturday 31 August 1918:

        1918 Wong Sang 2

         

        Wong Sang is mentioned in an 1922 article about “Oriental London”.

        London and China Express – Thursday 09 February 1922:

        1922 Wong Sang

        A photograph of the Chee Kong Tong Chinese Freemason Society mentioned in the above article, via Old London Photographs:

        Chee Kong Tong

         

        Wong Sang was recommended by the London Metropolitan Police in 1928 to assist in a case in Wellingborough, Northampton.

        Difficulty of Getting an Interpreter: Northampton Mercury – Friday 16 March 1928:

        1928 Wong Sang

        1928 Wong Sang 2

        The difficulty was that “this man speaks the Cantonese language only…the Northeners and the Southerners in China have differing languages and the interpreter seemed to speak one that was in between these two.”

         

        In 1917, Alice Wong Sang was a witness at her sister Harriet Stokes marriage to James William Watts in Southwark, London.  Their father James Stokes occupation on the marriage register is foreman surveyor, but on the census he was a council roadman or labourer. (I initially rejected this as the correct marriage for Harriet because of the discrepancy with the occupations. Alice Wong Sang as a witness confirmed that it was indeed the correct one.)

        1917 Alice Wong Sang

         

         

        James William Sang 1913-2000 was a clock fitter and watch assembler (on the 1939 census). He married Ivy Laura Fenton in 1963 in Sidcup, Kent. James died in Southwark in 2000.

        Charles Ronald Sang 1920-1974  was a draughtsman (1939 census). He married Eileen Burgess in 1947 in Marylebone.  Charles and Eileen had two sons:  Keith born in 1951 and Roger born in 1952.  He died in 1974 in Hertfordshire.

        William Norman Sang 1922-2000 was a clerk and telephone operator (1939 census).  William enlisted in the Royal Artillery in 1942. He married Lily Mullins in 1949 in Bethnal Green, and they had three daughters: Marion born in 1950, Christine in 1953, and Frances in 1959.  He died in Redbridge in 2000.

         

        I then found another two births registered in Poplar by Alice Sang, both daughters.  Doris Winifred Sang was born in 1925, and Patricia Margaret Sang was born in 1933 ~ three years after Wong Sang’s death.  Neither of the these daughters were on the 1939 census with Alice, John Patterson and the three sons.  Margaret had presumably been evacuated because of the war to a family in Taunton, Somerset. Doris would have been fourteen and I have been unable to find her in 1939 (possibly because she died in 2017 and has not had the redaction removed  yet on the 1939 census as only deceased people are viewable).

        Doris Winifred Sang 1925-2017 was a nursing sister. She didn’t marry, and spent a year in USA between 1954 and 1955. She stayed in London, and died at the age of ninety two in 2017.

        Patricia Margaret Sang 1933-1998 was also a nurse. She married Patrick L Nicely in Stepney in 1957.  Patricia and Patrick had five children in London: Sharon born 1959, Donald in 1960, Malcolm was born and died in 1966, Alison was born in 1969 and David in 1971.

         

        I was unable to find a birth registered for Alice’s first son, James William Sang (as he appeared on the 1939 census).  I found Alice Stokes on the 1911 census as a 17 year old live in servant at a tobacconist on Pekin Street, Limehouse, living with Mr Sui Fong from Hong Kong and his wife Sarah Sui Fong from Berlin.  I looked for a birth registered for James William Fong instead of Sang, and found it ~ mothers maiden name Stokes, and his date of birth matched the 1939 census: 8th March, 1913.

        On the 1921 census, Wong Sang is not listed as living with them but it is mentioned that Mr Wong Sang was the person returning the census.  Also living with Alice and her sons James and Charles in 1921 are two visitors:  (Florence) May Stokes, 17 years old, born in Woodstock, and Charles Stokes, aged 14, also born in Woodstock. May and Charles were Alice’s sister and brother.

         

        I found Sharon Nicely on social media and she kindly shared photos of Wong Sang and Alice Stokes:

        Wong Sang

         

        Alice Stokes

        #6343
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          Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum

          William James Stokes

           

          William James Stokes was the first son of Thomas Stokes and Eliza Browning. Oddly, his birth was registered in Witham in Essex, on the 6th September 1841.

          Birth certificate of William James Stokes:

          birth William Stokes

           

          His father Thomas Stokes has not yet been found on the 1841 census, and his mother Eliza was staying with her uncle Thomas Lock in Cirencester in 1841. Eliza’s mother Mary Browning (nee Lock) was staying there too. Thomas and Eliza were married in September 1840 in Hempstead in Gloucestershire.

          It’s a mystery why William was born in Essex but one possibility is that his father Thomas, who later worked with the Chipperfields making circus wagons, was staying with the Chipperfields who were wheelwrights in Witham in 1841. Or perhaps even away with a traveling circus at the time of the census, learning the circus waggon wheelwright trade. But this is a guess and it’s far from clear why Eliza would make the journey to Witham to have the baby when she was staying in Cirencester a few months prior.

          In 1851 Thomas and Eliza, William and four younger siblings were living in Bledington in Oxfordshire.

          William was a 19 year old wheelwright living with his parents in Evesham in 1861. He married Elizabeth Meldrum in December 1867 in Hackney, London. He and his father are both wheelwrights on the marriage register.

          Marriage of William James Stokes and Elizabeth Meldrum in 1867:

          1867 William Stokes

           

          William and Elizabeth had a daughter, Elizabeth Emily Stokes, in 1868 in Shoreditch, London.

          On the 3rd of December 1870, William James Stokes was admitted to Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum. One week later on the 10th of December, he was dead.

          On his death certificate the cause of death was “general paralysis and exhaustion, certified. MD Edgar Sheppard in attendance.” William was just 29 years old.

          Death certificate William James Stokes:

          death William Stokes

           

          I asked on a genealogy forum what could possibly have caused this death at such a young age. A retired pathology professor replied that “in medicine the term General Paralysis is only used in one context – that of Tertiary Syphilis.”
          “Tertiary syphilis is the third and final stage of syphilis, a sexually transmitted disease that unfolds in stages when the individual affected doesn’t receive appropriate treatment.”

          From the article “Looking back: This fascinating and fatal disease” by Jennifer Wallis:

          “……in asylums across Britain in the late 19th century, with hundreds of people receiving the diagnosis of general paralysis of the insane (GPI). The majority of these were men in their 30s and 40s, all exhibiting one or more of the disease’s telltale signs: grandiose delusions, a staggering gait, disturbed reflexes, asymmetrical pupils, tremulous voice, and muscular weakness. Their prognosis was bleak, most dying within months, weeks, or sometimes days of admission.

          The fatal nature of GPI made it of particular concern to asylum superintendents, who became worried that their institutions were full of incurable cases requiring constant care. The social effects of the disease were also significant, attacking men in the prime of life whose admission to the asylum frequently left a wife and children at home. Compounding the problem was the erratic behaviour of the general paralytic, who might get themselves into financial or legal difficulties. Delusions about their vast wealth led some to squander scarce family resources on extravagant purchases – one man’s wife reported he had bought ‘a quantity of hats’ despite their meagre income – and doctors pointed to the frequency of thefts by general paralytics who imagined that everything belonged to them.”

           

          The London Archives hold the records for Colney Hatch, but they informed me that the particular records for the dates that William was admitted and died were in too poor a condition to be accessed without causing further damage.

          Colney Hatch Lunatic Asylum gained such notoriety that the name “Colney Hatch” appeared in various terms of abuse associated with the concept of madness. Infamous inmates that were institutionalized at Colney Hatch (later called Friern Hospital) include Jack the Ripper suspect Aaron Kosminski from 1891, and from 1911 the wife of occultist Aleister Crowley. In 1993 the hospital grounds were sold and the exclusive apartment complex called Princess Park Manor was built.

          Colney Hatch:

          Colney Hatch

           

          In 1873 Williams widow married William Hallam in Limehouse in London. Elizabeth died in 1930, apparently unaffected by her first husbands ailment.

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            Albert Parker Edwards

            1876-1930

            Albert Parker Edwards

             

            Albert Parker Edwards, my great grandfather, was born in Aston, Warwickshire in 1876.  On the 1881 census he was living with his parents Enoch and Amelia in Bournebrook, Northfield, Worcestershire.  Enoch was a button tool maker at the time of the census.

            In 1890 Albert was indentured in an apprenticeship as a pawnbroker in Tipton, Staffordshire.

            1890 indenture

             

            On the 1891 census Albert was a lodger in Tipton at the home of Phoebe Levy, pawnbroker, and Alberts occupation was an apprentice.

            Albert married Annie Elizabeth Stokes in 1898 in Evesham, and their first son, my grandfather Albert Garnet Edwards (1898-1950), was born six months later in Crabbs Cross.  On the 1901 census, Annie was in hospital as a patient and Albert was living at Crabbs Cross with a boarder, his brother Garnet Edwards.  Their two year old son Albert Garnet was staying with his uncle Ralph, Albert Parkers brother, also in Crabbs Cross.

            Albert and Annie kept the Cricketers Arms hotel on Beoley Road in Redditch until around 1920. They had a further four children while living there: Doris May Edwards (1902-1974),  Ralph Clifford Edwards (1903-1988),  Ena Flora Edwards (1908-1983) and Osmond Edwards (1910-2000).

             

            In 1906 Albert was assaulted during an incident in the Cricketers Arms.

            Bromsgrove & Droitwich Messenger – Saturday 18 August 1906:

            1906 incident

            1906 assault

             

            In 1910 a gold medal was given to Albert Parker Edwards by Mr. Banks, a policeman, in Redditch for saving the life of his two children from drowning in a brook on the Proctor farm which adjoined The Cricketers Arms.  The story my father heard was that policeman Banks could not persuade the town of Redditch to come up with an award for Albert Parker Edwards so policeman Banks did it himself.  William Banks, police constable, was living on Beoley Road on the 1911 census. His son Thomas was aged 5 and his daughter Frances was 8.  It seems that when the father retired from the police he moved to Worcester. Thomas went into the hotel business and in 1939 was the manager of the Abbey hotel in Kenilworth. Frances married Edward Pardoe and was living along Redditch Road, Alvechurch in 1939.

            My grandmother Peggy had the gold medal put on a gold chain for me in the 1970s.  When I left England in the 1980s, I gave it back to her for safekeeping. When she died, the medal on the chain ended up in my fathers possession, who claims to have no knowledge that it was once given to me!

            The medal:

            1910 medal

            Albert Parker Edwards wearing the medal:

            APE wearing medal

             

            In 1921 Albert was at the The Royal Exchange hotel in Droitwich:

            Royal Exchange

             

            Between 1922 and 1927 Albert kept the Bear Hotel in Evesham:

            APE Bear

            The Bear

             

            Then Albert and Annie moved to the Red Lion at Astwood Bank:

            Red Lion

             

            Albert in the garden behind the Red Lion:

            APE Red Lion

             

            They stayed at the Red Lion until Albert Parker Edwards died on the 11th of February, 1930 aged 53.

            APE probate

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              The Hamstall Ridware Connection

              Stubbs and Woods

              Hamstall RidwareHamstall Ridware

               

               

              Charles Tomlinson‘s (1847-1907) wife Emma Grattidge (1853-1911) was born in Wolverhampton, the daughter and youngest child of William Grattidge (1820-1887) born in Foston, Derbyshire, and Mary Stubbs (1819-1880), born in Burton on Trent, daughter of Solomon Stubbs.

              Solomon Stubbs (1781-1857) was born in Hamstall Ridware in 1781, the son of Samuel and Rebecca.  Samuel Stubbs (1743-) and Rebecca Wood (1754-) married in 1769 in Darlaston.  Samuel and Rebecca had six other children, all born in Darlaston. Sadly four of them died in infancy. Son John was born in 1779 in Darlaston and died two years later in Hamstall Ridware in 1781, the same year that Solomon was born there.

              But why did they move to Hamstall Ridware?

              Samuel Stubbs was born in 1743 in Curdworth, Warwickshire (near to Birmingham).  I had made a mistake on the tree (along with all of the public trees on the Ancestry website) and had Rebecca Wood born in Cheddleton, Staffordshire.  Rebecca Wood from Cheddleton was also born in 1843, the right age for the marriage.  The Rebecca Wood born in Darlaston in 1754 seemed too young, at just fifteen years old at the time of the marriage.  I couldn’t find any explanation for why a woman from Cheddleton would marry in Darlaston and then move to Hamstall Ridware.  People didn’t usually move around much other than intermarriage with neighbouring villages, especially women.  I had a closer look at the Darlaston Rebecca, and did a search on her father William Wood.  I found his 1784 will online in which he mentions his daughter Rebecca, wife of Samuel Stubbs.  Clearly the right Rebecca Wood was the one born in Darlaston, which made much more sense.

              An excerpt from William Wood’s 1784 will mentioning daughter Rebecca married to Samuel Stubbs:

              Wm Wood will

               

              But why did they move to Hamstall Ridware circa 1780?

              I had not intially noticed that Solomon Stubbs married again the year after his wife Phillis Lomas (1787-1844) died.  Solomon married Charlotte Bell in 1845 in Burton on Trent and on the marriage register, Solomon’s father Samuel Stubbs occupation was mentioned: Samuel was a buckle maker.

              Marriage of Solomon Stubbs and Charlotte Bell, father Samuel Stubbs buckle maker:

              Samuel Stubbs buckle maker

               

              A rudimentary search on buckle making in the late 1700s provided a possible answer as to why Samuel and Rebecca left Darlaston in 1781.  Shoe buckles had gone out of fashion, and by 1781 there were half as many buckle makers in Wolverhampton as there had been previously.

              “Where there were 127 buckle makers at work in Wolverhampton, 68 in Bilston and 58 in Birmingham in 1770, their numbers had halved in 1781.”

              via “historywebsite”(museum/metalware/steel)

              Steel buckles had been the height of fashion, and the trade became enormous in Wolverhampton.  Wolverhampton was a steel working town, renowned for its steel jewellery which was probably of many types.  The trade directories show great numbers of “buckle makers”.  Steel buckles were predominantly made in Wolverhampton: “from the late 1760s cut steel comes to the fore, from the thriving industry of the Wolverhampton area”. Bilston was also a great centre of buckle making, and other areas included Walsall. (It should be noted that Darlaston, Walsall, Bilston and Wolverhampton are all part of the same area)

              In 1860, writing in defence of the Wolverhampton Art School, George Wallis talks about the cut steel industry in Wolverhampton.  Referring to “the fine steel workers of the 17th and 18th centuries” he says: “Let them remember that 100 years ago [sc. c. 1760] a large trade existed with France and Spain in the fine steel goods of Birmingham and Wolverhampton, of which the latter were always allowed to be the best both in taste and workmanship.  … A century ago French and Spanish merchants had their houses and agencies at Birmingham for the purchase of the steel goods of Wolverhampton…..The Great Revolution in France put an end to the demand for fine steel goods for a time and hostile tariffs finished what revolution began”.

               

              The next search on buckle makers, Wolverhampton and Hamstall Ridware revealed an unexpected connecting link.

              In Riotous Assemblies: Popular Protest in Hanoverian England by Adrian Randall:

              Riotous Assembles

              Hamstall Ridware

              In Walsall in 1750 on “Restoration Day” a crowd numbering 300 assembled, mostly buckle makers,  singing  Jacobite songs and other rebellious and riotous acts.  The government was particularly worried about a curious meeting known as the “Jubilee” in Hamstall Ridware, which may have been part of a conspiracy for a Jacobite uprising.

               

              But this was thirty years before Samuel and Rebecca moved to Hamstall Ridware and does not help to explain why they moved there around 1780, although it does suggest connecting links.

              Rebecca’s father, William Wood, was a brickmaker.  This was stated at the beginning of his will.  On closer inspection of the will, he was a brickmaker who owned four acres of brick kilns, as well as dwelling houses, shops, barns, stables, a brewhouse, a malthouse, cattle and land.

              A page from the 1784 will of William Wood:

              will Wm Wood

               

              The 1784 will of William Wood of Darlaston:

              I William Wood the elder of Darlaston in the county of Stafford, brickmaker, being of sound and disposing mind memory and understanding (praised be to god for the same) do make publish and declare my last will and testament in manner and form following (that is to say) {after debts and funeral expense paid etc} I give to my loving wife Mary the use usage wear interest and enjoyment of all my goods chattels cattle stock in trade ~ money securities for money personal estate and effects whatsoever and wheresoever to hold unto her my said wife for and during the term of her natural life providing she so long continues my widow and unmarried and from or after her decease or intermarriage with any future husband which shall first happen.

              Then I give all the said goods chattels cattle stock in trade money securites for money personal estate and effects unto my son Abraham Wood absolutely and forever. Also I give devise and bequeath unto my said wife Mary all that my messuages tenement or dwelling house together with the malthouse brewhouse barn stableyard garden and premises to the same belonging situate and being at Darlaston aforesaid and now in my own possession. Also all that messuage tenement or dwelling house together with the shop garden and premises with the appurtenances to the same ~ belonging situate in Darlaston aforesaid and now in the several holdings or occupation of George Knowles and Edward Knowles to hold the aforesaid premises and every part thereof with the appurtenances to my said wife Mary for and during the term of her natural life provided she so long continues my widow and unmarried. And from or after her decease or intermarriage with a future husband which shall first happen. Then I give and devise the aforesaid premises and every part thereof with the appurtenances unto my said son Abraham Wood his heirs and assigns forever.

              Also I give unto my said wife all that piece or parcel of land or ground inclosed and taken out of Heath Field in the parish of Darlaston aforesaid containing four acres or thereabouts (be the same more or less) upon which my brick kilns erected and now in my own possession. To hold unto my said wife Mary until my said son Abraham attains his age of twenty one years if she so long continues my widow and unmarried as aforesaid and from and immediately after my said son Abraham attaining his age of twenty one years or my said wife marrying again as aforesaid which shall first happen then I give the said piece or parcel of land or ground and premises unto my said son Abraham his heirs and assigns forever.

              And I do hereby charge all the aforesaid premises with the payment of the sum of twenty pounds a piece to each of my daughters namely Elizabeth the wife of Ambrose Dudall and Rebecca the wife of Samuel Stubbs which said sum of twenty pounds each I devise may be paid to them by my said son Abraham when and so soon as he attains his age of twenty one years provided always and my mind and will is that if my said son Abraham should happen to depart this life without leaving issue of his body lawfully begotten before he attains his age of twenty one years then I give and devise all the aforesaid premises and every part thereof with the appurtenances so given to my said son Abraham as aforesaid unto my said son William Wood and my said daughter Elizabeth Dudall and Rebecca Stubbs their heirs and assigns forever equally divided among them share and share alike as tenants in common and not as joint tenants. And lastly I do hereby nominate constitute and appoint my said wife Mary and my said son Abraham executrix and executor of this my will.

               

               

              The marriage of William Wood (1725-1784) and Mary Clews (1715-1798) in 1749 was in Hamstall Ridware.

              Wm Wood Mary Clews

               

              Mary was eleven years Williams senior, and it appears that they both came from Hamstall Ridware and moved to Darlaston after they married. Clearly Rebecca had extended family there (notwithstanding any possible connecting links between the Stubbs buckle makers of Darlaston and the Hamstall Ridware Jacobites thirty years prior).  When the buckle trade collapsed in Darlaston, they likely moved to find employment elsewhere, perhaps with the help of Rebecca’s family.

              I have not yet been able to find deaths recorded anywhere for either Samuel or Rebecca (there are a couple of deaths recorded for a Samuel Stubbs, one in 1809 in Wolverhampton, and one in 1810 in Birmingham but impossible to say which, if either, is the right one with the limited information, and difficult to know if they stayed in the Hamstall Ridware area or perhaps moved elsewhere)~ or find a reason for their son Solomon to be in Burton upon Trent, an evidently prosperous man with several properties including an earthenware business, as well as a land carrier business.

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                The House on Penn Common

                Toi Fang and the Duke of Sutherland

                 

                Tomlinsons

                 

                 

                Penn Common

                Grassholme

                 

                Charles Tomlinson (1873-1929) my great grandfather, was born in Wolverhampton in 1873. His father Charles Tomlinson (1847-1907) was a licensed victualler or publican, or alternatively a vet/castrator. He married Emma Grattidge (1853-1911) in 1872. On the 1881 census they were living at The Wheel in Wolverhampton.

                Charles married Nellie Fisher (1877-1956) in Wolverhampton in 1896. In 1901 they were living next to the post office in Upper Penn, with children (Charles) Sidney Tomlinson (1896-1955), and Hilda Tomlinson (1898-1977) . Charles was a vet/castrator working on his own account.

                In 1911 their address was 4, Wakely Hill, Penn, and living with them were their children Hilda, Frank Tomlinson (1901-1975), (Dorothy) Phyllis Tomlinson (1905-1982), Nellie Tomlinson (1906-1978) and May Tomlinson (1910-1983). Charles was a castrator working on his own account.

                Charles and Nellie had a further four children: Charles Fisher Tomlinson (1911-1977), Margaret Tomlinson (1913-1989) (my grandmother Peggy), Major Tomlinson (1916-1984) and Norah Mary Tomlinson (1919-2010).

                My father told me that my grandmother had fallen down the well at the house on Penn Common in 1915 when she was two years old, and sent me a photo of her standing next to the well when she revisted the house at a much later date.

                Peggy next to the well on Penn Common:

                Peggy well Penn

                 

                My grandmother Peggy told me that her father had had a racehorse called Toi Fang. She remembered the racing colours were sky blue and orange, and had a set of racing silks made which she sent to my father.
                Through a DNA match, I met Ian Tomlinson. Ian is the son of my fathers favourite cousin Roger, Frank’s son. Ian found some racing silks and sent a photo to my father (they are now in contact with each other as a result of my DNA match with Ian), wondering what they were.

                Toi Fang

                 

                When Ian sent a photo of these racing silks, I had a look in the newspaper archives. In 1920 there are a number of mentions in the racing news of Mr C Tomlinson’s horse TOI FANG. I have not found any mention of Toi Fang in the newspapers in the following years.

                The Scotsman – Monday 12 July 1920:

                Toi Fang

                 

                 

                The other story that Ian Tomlinson recalled was about the house on Penn Common. Ian said he’d heard that the local titled person took Charles Tomlinson to court over building the house but that Tomlinson won the case because it was built on common land and was the first case of it’s kind.

                Penn Common

                 

                Penn Common Right of Way Case:
                Staffordshire Advertiser March 9, 1912

                In the chancery division, on Tuesday, before Mr Justice Joyce, it was announced that a settlement had been arrived at of the Penn Common Right of Way case, the hearing of which occupied several days last month. The action was brought by the Duke of Sutherland (as Lord of the Manor of Penn) and Mr Harry Sydney Pitt (on behalf of himself and other freeholders of the manor having a right to pasturage on Penn Common) to restrain Mr James Lakin, Carlton House, Penn; Mr Charles Tomlinson, Mayfield Villa, Wakely Hill, Penn; and Mr Joseph Harold Simpkin, Dudley Road, Wolverhampton, from drawing building materials across the common, or otherwise causing injury to the soil.

                The real point in dispute was whether there was a public highway for all purposes running by the side of the defendants land from the Turf Tavern past the golf club to the Barley Mow.
                Mr Hughes, KC for the plaintiffs, now stated that the parties had been in consultation, and had come to terms, the substance of which was that the defendants admitted that there was no public right of way, and that they were granted a private way. This, he thought, would involve the granting of some deed or deeds to express the rights of the parties, and he suggested that the documents should be be settled by some counsel to be mutually agreed upon.

                His lordship observed that the question of coal was probably the important point. Mr Younger said Mr Tomlinson was a freeholder, and the plaintiffs could not mine under him. Mr Hughes: The coal actually under his house is his, and, of course, subsidence might be produced by taking away coal some distance away. I think some document is required to determine his actual rights.
                Mr Younger said he wanted to avoid anything that would increase the costs, but, after further discussion, it was agreed that Mr John Dixon (an expert on mineral rights), or failing him, another counsel satisfactory to both parties, should be invited to settle the terms scheduled in the agreement, in order to prevent any further dispute.

                 

                Penn Common case

                 

                The name of the house is Grassholme.  The address of Mayfield Villas is the house they were living in while building Grassholme, which I assume they had not yet moved in to at the time of the newspaper article in March 1912.

                 

                 

                What my grandmother didn’t tell anyone was how her father died in 1929:

                 

                1929 Charles Tomlinson

                 

                 

                On the 1921 census, Charles, Nellie and eight of their children were living at 269 Coleman Street, Wolverhampton.

                1921 census Tomlinson

                 

                 

                They were living on Coleman Street in 1915 when Charles was fined for staying open late.

                Staffordshire Advertiser – Saturday 13 February 1915:

                 

                1915 butcher fined

                 

                What is not yet clear is why they moved from the house on Penn Common sometime between 1912 and 1915. And why did he have a racehorse in 1920?

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                  The Grattidge Family

                   

                  The first Grattidge to appear in our tree was Emma Grattidge (1853-1911) who married Charles Tomlinson (1847-1907) in 1872.

                  Charles Tomlinson (1873-1929) was their son and he married my great grandmother Nellie Fisher. Their daughter Margaret (later Peggy Edwards) was my grandmother on my fathers side.

                  Emma Grattidge was born in Wolverhampton, the daughter and youngest child of William Grattidge (1820-1887) born in Foston, Derbyshire, and Mary Stubbs, born in Burton on Trent, daughter of Solomon Stubbs, a land carrier. William and Mary married at St Modwens church, Burton on Trent, in 1839. It’s unclear why they moved to Wolverhampton. On the 1841 census William was employed as an agent, and their first son William was nine months old. Thereafter, William was a licensed victuallar or innkeeper.

                  William Grattidge was born in Foston, Derbyshire in 1820. His parents were Thomas Grattidge, farmer (1779-1843) and Ann Gerrard (1789-1822) from Ellastone. Thomas and Ann married in 1813 in Ellastone. They had five children before Ann died at the age of 25:

                  Bessy was born in 1815, Thomas in 1818, William in 1820, and Daniel Augustus and Frederick were twins born in 1822. They were all born in Foston. (records say Foston, Foston and Scropton, or Scropton)

                  On the 1841 census Thomas had nine people additional to family living at the farm in Foston, presumably agricultural labourers and help.

                  After Ann died, Thomas had three children with Kezia Gibbs (30 years his junior) before marrying her in 1836, then had a further four with her before dying in 1843. Then Kezia married Thomas’s nephew Frederick Augustus Grattidge (born in 1816 in Stafford) in London in 1847 and had two more!

                   

                  The siblings of William Grattidge (my 3x great grandfather):

                   

                  Frederick Grattidge (1822-1872) was a schoolmaster and never married. He died at the age of 49 in Tamworth at his twin brother Daniels address.

                  Daniel Augustus Grattidge (1822-1903) was a grocer at Gungate in Tamworth.

                  Thomas Grattidge (1818-1871) married in Derby, and then emigrated to Illinois, USA.

                  Bessy Grattidge  (1815-1840) married John Buxton, farmer, in Ellastone in January 1838. They had three children before Bessy died in December 1840 at the age of 25: Henry in 1838, John in 1839, and Bessy Buxton in 1840. Bessy was baptised in January 1841. Presumably the birth of Bessy caused the death of Bessy the mother.

                  Bessy Buxton’s gravestone:

                  “Sacred to the memory of Bessy Buxton, the affectionate wife of John Buxton of Stanton She departed this life December 20th 1840, aged 25 years. “Husband, Farewell my life is Past, I loved you while life did last. Think on my children for my sake, And ever of them with I take.”

                  20 Dec 1840, Ellastone, Staffordshire

                  Bessy Buxton

                   

                  In the 1843 will of Thomas Grattidge, farmer of Foston, he leaves fifth shares of his estate, including freehold real estate at Findern,  to his wife Kezia, and sons William, Daniel, Frederick and Thomas. He mentions that the children of his late daughter Bessy, wife of John Buxton, will be taken care of by their father.  He leaves the farm to Keziah in confidence that she will maintain, support and educate his children with her.

                  An excerpt from the will:

                  I give and bequeath unto my dear wife Keziah Grattidge all my household goods and furniture, wearing apparel and plate and plated articles, linen, books, china, glass, and other household effects whatsoever, and also all my implements of husbandry, horses, cattle, hay, corn, crops and live and dead stock whatsoever, and also all the ready money that may be about my person or in my dwelling house at the time of my decease, …I also give my said wife the tenant right and possession of the farm in my occupation….

                  A page from the 1843 will of Thomas Grattidge:

                  1843 Thomas Grattidge

                   

                  William Grattidges half siblings (the offspring of Thomas Grattidge and Kezia Gibbs):

                   

                  Albert Grattidge (1842-1914) was a railway engine driver in Derby. In 1884 he was driving the train when an unfortunate accident occured outside Ambergate. Three children were blackberrying and crossed the rails in front of the train, and one little girl died.

                  Albert Grattidge:

                  Albert Grattidge

                   

                  George Grattidge (1826-1876) was baptised Gibbs as this was before Thomas married Kezia. He was a police inspector in Derby.

                  George Grattidge:

                  George Grattidge

                   

                  Edwin Grattidge (1837-1852) died at just 15 years old.

                  Ann Grattidge (1835-) married Charles Fletcher, stone mason, and lived in Derby.

                  Louisa Victoria Grattidge (1840-1869) was sadly another Grattidge woman who died young. Louisa married Emmanuel Brunt Cheesborough in 1860 in Derby. In 1861 Louisa and Emmanuel were living with her mother Kezia in Derby, with their two children Frederick and Ann Louisa. Emmanuel’s occupation was sawyer. (Kezia Gibbs second husband Frederick Augustus Grattidge was a timber merchant in Derby)

                  At the time of her death in 1869, Emmanuel was the landlord of the White Hart public house at Bridgegate in Derby.

                  The Derby Mercury of 17th November 1869:

                  “On Wednesday morning Mr Coroner Vallack held an inquest in the Grand
                  Jury-room, Town-hall, on the body of Louisa Victoria Cheeseborough, aged
                  33, the wife of the landlord of the White Hart, Bridge-gate, who committed
                  suicide by poisoning at an early hour on Sunday morning. The following
                  evidence was taken:

                  Mr Frederick Borough, surgeon, practising in Derby, deposed that he was
                  called in to see the deceased about four o’clock on Sunday morning last. He
                  accordingly examined the deceased and found the body quite warm, but dead.
                  He afterwards made enquiries of the husband, who said that he was afraid
                  that his wife had taken poison, also giving him at the same time the
                  remains of some blue material in a cup. The aunt of the deceased’s husband
                  told him that she had seen Mrs Cheeseborough put down a cup in the
                  club-room, as though she had just taken it from her mouth. The witness took
                  the liquid home with him, and informed them that an inquest would
                  necessarily have to be held on Monday. He had made a post mortem
                  examination of the body, and found that in the stomach there was a great
                  deal of congestion. There were remains of food in the stomach and, having
                  put the contents into a bottle, he took the stomach away. He also examined
                  the heart and found it very pale and flabby. All the other organs were
                  comparatively healthy; the liver was friable.

                  Hannah Stone, aunt of the deceased’s husband, said she acted as a servant
                  in the house. On Saturday evening, while they were going to bed and whilst
                  witness was undressing, the deceased came into the room, went up to the
                  bedside, awoke her daughter, and whispered to her. but what she said the
                  witness did not know. The child jumped out of bed, but the deceased closed
                  the door and went away. The child followed her mother, and she also
                  followed them to the deceased’s bed-room, but the door being closed, they
                  then went to the club-room door and opening it they saw the deceased
                  standing with a candle in one hand. The daughter stayed with her in the
                  room whilst the witness went downstairs to fetch a candle for herself, and
                  as she was returning up again she saw the deceased put a teacup on the
                  table. The little girl began to scream, saying “Oh aunt, my mother is
                  going, but don’t let her go”. The deceased then walked into her bed-room,
                  and they went and stood at the door whilst the deceased undressed herself.
                  The daughter and the witness then returned to their bed-room. Presently
                  they went to see if the deceased was in bed, but she was sitting on the
                  floor her arms on the bedside. Her husband was sitting in a chair fast
                  asleep. The witness pulled her on the bed as well as she could.
                  Ann Louisa Cheesborough, a little girl, said that the deceased was her
                  mother. On Saturday evening last, about twenty minutes before eleven
                  o’clock, she went to bed, leaving her mother and aunt downstairs. Her aunt
                  came to bed as usual. By and bye, her mother came into her room – before
                  the aunt had retired to rest – and awoke her. She told the witness, in a
                  low voice, ‘that she should have all that she had got, adding that she
                  should also leave her her watch, as she was going to die’. She did not tell
                  her aunt what her mother had said, but followed her directly into the
                  club-room, where she saw her drink something from a cup, which she
                  afterwards placed on the table. Her mother then went into her own room and
                  shut the door. She screamed and called her father, who was downstairs. He
                  came up and went into her room. The witness then went to bed and fell
                  asleep. She did not hear any noise or quarrelling in the house after going
                  to bed.

                  Police-constable Webster was on duty in Bridge-gate on Saturday evening
                  last, about twenty minutes to one o’clock. He knew the White Hart
                  public-house in Bridge-gate, and as he was approaching that place, he heard
                  a woman scream as though at the back side of the house. The witness went to
                  the door and heard the deceased keep saying ‘Will you be quiet and go to
                  bed’. The reply was most disgusting, and the language which the
                  police-constable said was uttered by the husband of the deceased, was
                  immoral in the extreme. He heard the poor woman keep pressing her husband
                  to go to bed quietly, and eventually he saw him through the keyhole of the
                  door pass and go upstairs. his wife having gone up a minute or so before.
                  Inspector Fearn deposed that on Sunday morning last, after he had heard of
                  the deceased’s death from supposed poisoning, he went to Cheeseborough’s
                  public house, and found in the club-room two nearly empty packets of
                  Battie’s Lincoln Vermin Killer – each labelled poison.

                  Several of the Jury here intimated that they had seen some marks on the
                  deceased’s neck, as of blows, and expressing a desire that the surgeon
                  should return, and re-examine the body. This was accordingly done, after
                  which the following evidence was taken:

                  Mr Borough said that he had examined the body of the deceased and observed
                  a mark on the left side of the neck, which he considered had come on since
                  death. He thought it was the commencement of decomposition.
                  This was the evidence, after which the jury returned a verdict “that the
                  deceased took poison whilst of unsound mind” and requested the Coroner to
                  censure the deceased’s husband.

                  The Coroner told Cheeseborough that he was a disgusting brute and that the
                  jury only regretted that the law could not reach his brutal conduct.
                  However he had had a narrow escape. It was their belief that his poor
                  wife, who was driven to her own destruction by his brutal treatment, would
                  have been a living woman that day except for his cowardly conduct towards
                  her.

                  The inquiry, which had lasted a considerable time, then closed.”

                   

                  In this article it says:

                  “it was the “fourth or fifth remarkable and tragical event – some of which were of the worst description – that has taken place within the last twelve years at the White Hart and in the very room in which the unfortunate Louisa Cheesborough drew her last breath.”

                  Sheffield Independent – Friday 12 November 1869:

                  Louisa Cheesborough

                  #6326

                  In reply to: The Sexy Wooden Leg

                  Stung by Egberts question, Olga reeled and almost lost her footing on the stairs. What had happened to her?  That damned selfish individualism that was running rampant must have seeped into her room through the gaps in the windows or under the door.  “No!” she shouted, her voice cracking.

                  “Say it isn’t true, Olga,” Egbert said, his voice breaking.  “Not you as well.”

                  It took Olga a minute or two to still her racing heart.  The near fall down the stairs had shaken her but with trembling hands she levered herself round to sit beside Egbert on the step.

                  Gripping his bony knee with her knobbly arthritic fingers, she took a deep breath.

                  “You are right to have said that, Egbert.  If there is one thing we must hold onto, it’s our hearts. Nothing else matters, or at least nothing else matters as much as that.  We are old and tired and we don’t like change. But if we escalate the importance of this frankly dreary and depressing home to the point where we lose our hearts…” she faltered and continued.  “We will be homeless soon, very soon, and we know not what will happen to us.  We must trust in the kindness of strangers, we must hope they have a heart.”

                  Egbert winced as Olga squeezed his knee. “And that is why”, Olga continued, slapping Egberts thigh with gusto, “We must have a heart…”

                  “If you’d just stop squeezing and hitting me, Olga…”

                  Olga loosened her grip on the old mans thigh bone and peered into his eyes. Quietly she thanked him. “You’ve cleared my mind and given me something to live for, and I thank you for that. But you do need to launder your clothes more often,” she added, pulling a face. She didn’t want the old coot to start blubbing, and he looked alarmingly close to tears.

                  “Come on, let’s go and see Obadiah. We’re all in this together. Homelessness and adventure can wait until tomorrow.”  Olga heaved herself upright with a surprising burst of vitality.   Noticing a weak smile trembling on Egberts lips, she said “That’s the spirit!”

                  #6319

                  In reply to: The Sexy Wooden Leg

                  “Calm yourself, Egbert, and sit down. And be quiet! I can barely hear myself think with your frantic gibbering and flailing around,” Olga said, closing her eyes.  “I need to think.”

                  Egbert clutched the eiderdown on either side of his bony trembling knees and clamped his remaining teeth together, drawing ragged whistling breaths in an attempt to calm himself.  Olga was right, he needed to calm down. Besides the unfortunate effects of the letter on his habitual tremor, he felt sure his blood pressure had risen alarmingly.  He dared not become so ill that he needed medical assistance, not with the state of the hospitals these days. He’d be lucky to survive the plague ridden wards.

                  What had become of him! He imagined his younger self looking on with horror, appalled at his feeble body and shattered mind.  Imagine becoming so desperate that he wanted to fight to stay in this godforsaken dump, what had become of him! If only he knew of somewhere else to go, somewhere safe and pleasant, somewhere that smelled sweetly of meadows and honesuckle and freshly baked cherry pies, with the snorting of pigs in the yard…

                  But wait, that was Olga snoring. Useless old bag had fallen asleep! For the first time since Viktor had died he felt close to tears. What a sad sorry pathetic old man he’d become, desperately counting on a old woman to save him.

                  “Stop sniveling, Egbert, and go and pack a bag.” Olga had woken up from her momentary but illuminating lapse.    “Don’t bring too much, we may have much walking to do. I hear the buses and trains are in a shambles and full of refugees. We don’t want to get herded up with them.”

                  Astonished, Egbert asked where they were going.

                  “To see Rosa. My cousins father in laws neice. Don’t look at me like that, immediate family are seldom the ones who help.  The distant ones are another matter.  And be honest Egbert,” Olga said with a piercing look, “Do we really want to stay here? You may think you do, but it’s the fear of change, that’s all. Change feels like too much bother, doesn’t it?”

                  Egbert nodded sadly, his eyes fixed on the stain on the grey carpet.

                  Olga leaned forward and took his hand gently. “Egbert, look at me.” He raised his head and looked into her eyes. He’d never seen a sparkle in her faded blue eyes before.  “I still have another adventure in me. How about you?”

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                  The sharp rat-a-tat on the door startled Olga Herringbonevsky. The initial surprise quickly turned to annoyance. It was 11am and she wasn’t expecting a knock on the door at 11am. At 10am she expected a knock. It would be Larysa with the lukewarm cup of tea and a stale biscuit. Sometimes Olga complained about it and Larysa would say, Well you’re on the third floor so what do you expect? And she’d look cross and pour the tea so some of it slopped into the saucer. So the biscuits go stale on the way up do they? Olga would mutter. At 10:30am Larysa would return to collect the cup and saucer. I can’t do this much longer, she’d say. I’m not young any more and all these damn stairs. She’d been saying that for as long as Olga could remember.

                  For a moment, Olga contemplated ignoring the intrusion but the knocking started up again, this time accompanied by someone shouting her name.

                  With a very loud sigh, she put her book on the side table, face down so she would not lose her place for it was a most enjoyable whodunit, and hauled herself up from the chair. Her ankle was not good since she’d gone over on it the other day and Olga was in a very poor mood by the time she reached the door.

                  “Yes?” She glowered at Egbert.

                  “Have you seen this?” Egbert was waving a piece of paper at her.

                  “No,” Olga started to close the door.

                  Olga stop!” Egbert’s face had reddened and Olga wondered if he might cry. Again, he waved the piece of paper in her face and then let his hand fall defeated to his side. “Olga, it’s bad news. You should have got a letter .”

                  Olga glanced at the pile of unopened letters on her dresser. It was never good news. She couldn’t be bothered with letters any more.

                  “Well, Egbert, I suppose you’d better come in”.

                  “That Ursula has a heart of steel,” said Olga when she’d heard the news.

                  “Pfft,” said Egbert. “She has no heart. This place has always been about money for her.”

                  “It’s bad times, Egbert. Bad times.”

                  Egbert nodded. “It is, Olga. But there must be something we can do.” He pursed his lips and Olga noticed that he would not meet her eyes.

                  “What? Spit it out, Old Man.”

                  He looked at her briefly before his eyes slid back to the dirty grey carpet. “I have heard stories, Olga. That you are … well connected. That you know people.”

                  Olga noticed that it had become difficult to breathe. Seeing Egbert looking at her with concern, she made an effort to steady herself. She took an extra big gasp of air and pointed to the book face-down on the side table. “That is a very good book I am reading. You may borrow it when I have finished.”

                  Egbert nodded. “Thank you.” he said and they both stared at the book.

                  “It was a long time ago, Egbert. And no business of anyone else.” Olga  knew her voice was sharp but not sharp enough it seemed as Egbert was not done yet with all his prying words.

                  Olga, you said it yourself. These are bad times. And desperate measures are needed or we will all perish.” Now he looked her in the eyes. “Old woman, swallow your pride. You must save yourself and all of us here.”

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                  Egbert Gofindlevsky rapped on the door of room number 22.  The letter flapped against his pin striped trouser leg as his hand shook uncontrollably, his habitual tremor exacerbated with the shock.  Remembering that Obadiah Sproutwinklov was deaf, he banged loudly on the door with the flat of his hand.  Eventually the door creaked open.

                  Egbert flapped the letter in from of Obadiah’s face.  “Have you had one of these?” he asked.

                  “If you’d stop flapping it about I might be able to see what it is,” Obadiah replied.  “Oh that!  As a matter of fact I’ve had one just like it. The devils work, I tell you!  A practical joke, and in very poor taste!”

                  Egbert was starting to wish he’d gone to see Olga Herringbonevsky first.  “Can I come in?” he hissed, “So we can discuss it in private?”

                  Reluctantly Obadiah pulled the door open and ushered him inside the room.  Egbert looked around for a place to sit, but upon noticing a distinct odour of urine decided to remain standing.

                  “Ursula is booting us out, where are we to go?”

                  “Eh?” replied Obadiah, cupping his ear. “Speak up, man!”

                  Egbert repeated his question.

                  “No need to shout!”

                  The two old men endeavoured to conduct a conversation on this unexepected turn of events, the upshot being that Obadiah had no intention of leaving his room at all henceforth, come what may, and would happily starve to death in his room rather than take to the streets.

                  Egbert considered this form of action unhelpful, as he himself had no wish to starve to death in his room, so he removed himself from room 22 with a disgruntled sigh and made his way to Olga’s room on the third floor.

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                    Looking for Robert Staley

                     

                    William Warren (1835-1880) of Newhall (Stapenhill) married Elizabeth Staley (1836-1907) in 1858. Elizabeth was born in Newhall, the daughter of John Staley (1795-1876) and Jane Brothers. John was born in Newhall, and Jane was born in Armagh, Ireland, and they were married in Armagh in 1820. Elizabeths older brothers were born in Ireland: William in 1826 and Thomas in Dublin in 1830. Francis was born in Liverpool in 1834, and then Elizabeth in Newhall in 1836; thereafter the children were born in Newhall.

                    Marriage of John Staley and Jane Brothers in 1820:

                    1820 marriage Armagh

                     

                     

                    My grandmother related a story about an Elizabeth Staley who ran away from boarding school and eloped to Ireland, but later returned. The only Irish connection found so far is Jane Brothers, so perhaps she meant Elizabeth Staley’s mother. A boarding school seems unlikely, and it would seem that it was John Staley who went to Ireland.

                    The 1841 census states Jane’s age as 33, which would make her just 12 at the time of her marriage. The 1851 census states her age as 44, making her 13 at the time of her 1820 marriage, and the 1861 census estimates her birth year as a more likely 1804. Birth records in Ireland for her have not been found. It’s possible, perhaps, that she was in service in the Newhall area as a teenager (more likely than boarding school), and that John and Jane ran off to get married in Ireland, although I haven’t found any record of a child born to them early in their marriage. John was an agricultural labourer, and later a coal miner.

                    John Staley was the son of Joseph Staley (1756-1838) and Sarah Dumolo (1764-). Joseph and Sarah were married by licence in Newhall in 1782. Joseph was a carpenter on the marriage licence, but later a collier (although not necessarily a miner).

                    The Derbyshire Record Office holds records of  an “Estimate of Joseph Staley of Newhall for the cost of continuing to work Pisternhill Colliery” dated 1820 and addresssed to Mr Bloud at Calke Abbey (presumably the owner of the mine)

                    Josephs parents were Robert Staley and Elizabeth. I couldn’t find a baptism or birth record for Robert Staley. Other trees on an ancestry site had his birth in Elton, but with no supporting documents. Robert, as stated in his 1795 will, was a Yeoman.

                    “Yeoman: A former class of small freeholders who farm their own land; a commoner of good standing.”
                    “Husbandman: The old word for a farmer below the rank of yeoman. A husbandman usually held his land by copyhold or leasehold tenure and may be regarded as the ‘average farmer in his locality’. The words ‘yeoman’ and ‘husbandman’ were gradually replaced in the later 18th and 19th centuries by ‘farmer’.”

                    He left a number of properties in Newhall and Hartshorne (near Newhall) including dwellings, enclosures, orchards, various yards, barns and acreages. It seemed to me more likely that he had inherited them, rather than moving into the village and buying them.

                    There is a mention of Robert Staley in a 1782 newpaper advertisement.

                    “Fire Engine To Be Sold.  An exceedingly good fire engine, with the boiler, cylinder, etc in good condition. For particulars apply to Mr Burslem at Burton-upon-Trent, or Robert Staley at Newhall near Burton, where the engine may be seen.”

                    fire engine

                     

                    Was the fire engine perhaps connected with a foundry or a coal mine?

                    I noticed that Robert Staley was the witness at a 1755 marriage in Stapenhill between Barbara Burslem and Richard Daston the younger esquire. The other witness was signed Burslem Jnr.

                     

                    Looking for Robert Staley

                     

                    I assumed that once again, in the absence of the correct records, a similarly named and aged persons baptism had been added to the tree regardless of accuracy, so I looked through the Stapenhill/Newhall parish register images page by page. There were no Staleys in Newhall at all in the early 1700s, so it seemed that Robert did come from elsewhere and I expected to find the Staleys in a neighbouring parish. But I still didn’t find any Staleys.

                    I spoke to a couple of Staley descendants that I’d met during the family research. I met Carole via a DNA match some months previously and contacted her to ask about the Staleys in Elton. She also had Robert Staley born in Elton (indeed, there were many Staleys in Elton) but she didn’t have any documentation for his birth, and we decided to collaborate and try and find out more.

                    I couldn’t find the earlier Elton parish registers anywhere online, but eventually found the untranscribed microfiche images of the Bishops Transcripts for Elton.

                    via familysearch:
                    “In its most basic sense, a bishop’s transcript is a copy of a parish register. As bishop’s transcripts generally contain more or less the same information as parish registers, they are an invaluable resource when a parish register has been damaged, destroyed, or otherwise lost. Bishop’s transcripts are often of value even when parish registers exist, as priests often recorded either additional or different information in their transcripts than they did in the original registers.”

                     

                    Unfortunately there was a gap in the Bishops Transcripts between 1704 and 1711 ~ exactly where I needed to look. I subsequently found out that the Elton registers were incomplete as they had been damaged by fire.

                    I estimated Robert Staleys date of birth between 1710 and 1715. He died in 1795, and his son Daniel died in 1805: both of these wills were found online. Daniel married Mary Moon in Stapenhill in 1762, making a likely birth date for Daniel around 1740.

                    The marriage of Robert Staley (assuming this was Robert’s father) and Alice Maceland (or Marsland or Marsden, depending on how the parish clerk chose to spell it presumably) was in the Bishops Transcripts for Elton in 1704. They were married in Elton on 26th February. There followed the missing parish register pages and in all likelihood the records of the baptisms of their first children. No doubt Robert was one of them, probably the first male child.

                    (Incidentally, my grandfather’s Marshalls also came from Elton, a small Derbyshire village near Matlock.  The Staley’s are on my grandmothers Warren side.)

                    The parish register pages resume in 1711. One of the first entries was the baptism of Robert Staley in 1711, parents Thomas and Ann. This was surely the one we were looking for, and Roberts parents weren’t Robert and Alice.

                    But then in 1735 a marriage was recorded between Robert son of Robert Staley (and this was unusual, the father of the groom isn’t usually recorded on the parish register) and Elizabeth Milner. They were married on the 9th March 1735. We know that the Robert we were looking for married an Elizabeth, as her name was on the Stapenhill baptisms of their later children, including Joseph Staleys.  The 1735 marriage also fit with the assumed birth date of Daniel, circa 1740. A baptism was found for a Robert Staley in 1738 in the Elton registers, parents Robert and Elizabeth, as well as the baptism in 1736 for Mary, presumably their first child. Her burial is recorded the following year.

                    The marriage of Robert Staley and Elizabeth Milner in 1735:

                    rbt staley marriage 1735

                     

                    There were several other Staley couples of a similar age in Elton, perhaps brothers and cousins. It seemed that Thomas and Ann’s son Robert was a different Robert, and that the one we were looking for was prior to that and on the missing pages.

                    Even so, this doesn’t prove that it was Elizabeth Staleys great grandfather who was born in Elton, but no other birth or baptism for Robert Staley has been found. It doesn’t explain why the Staleys moved to Stapenhill either, although the Enclosures Act and the Industrial Revolution could have been factors.

                    The 18th century saw the rise of the Industrial Revolution and many renowned Derbyshire Industrialists emerged. They created the turning point from what was until then a largely rural economy, to the development of townships based on factory production methods.

                    The Marsden Connection

                    There are some possible clues in the records of the Marsden family.  Robert Staley married Alice Marsden (or Maceland or Marsland) in Elton in 1704.  Robert Staley is mentioned in the 1730 will of John Marsden senior,  of Baslow, Innkeeper (Peacock Inne & Whitlands Farm). He mentions his daughter Alice, wife of Robert Staley.

                    In a 1715 Marsden will there is an intriguing mention of an alias, which might explain the different spellings on various records for the name Marsden:  “MARSDEN alias MASLAND, Christopher – of Baslow, husbandman, 28 Dec 1714. son Robert MARSDEN alias MASLAND….” etc.

                    Some potential reasons for a move from one parish to another are explained in this history of the Marsden family, and indeed this could relate to Robert Staley as he married into the Marsden family and his wife was a beneficiary of a Marsden will.  The Chatsworth Estate, at various times, bought a number of farms in order to extend the park.

                    THE MARSDEN FAMILY
                    OXCLOSE AND PARKGATE
                    In the Parishes of
                    Baslow and Chatsworth

                    by
                    David Dalrymple-Smith

                    John Marsden (b1653) another son of Edmund (b1611) faired well. By the time he died in
                    1730 he was publican of the Peacock, the Inn on Church Lane now called the Cavendish
                    Hotel, and the farmer at “Whitlands”, almost certainly Bubnell Cliff Farm.”

                    “Coal mining was well known in the Chesterfield area. The coalfield extends as far as the
                    Gritstone edges, where thin seams outcrop especially in the Baslow area.”

                    “…the occupants were evicted from the farmland below Dobb Edge and
                    the ground carefully cleared of all traces of occupation and farming. Shelter belts were
                    planted especially along the Heathy Lea Brook. An imposing new drive was laid to the
                    Chatsworth House with the Lodges and “The Golden Gates” at its northern end….”

                    Although this particular event was later than any events relating to Robert Staley, it’s an indication of how farms and farmland disappeared, and a reason for families to move to another area:

                    “The Dukes of Devonshire (of Chatsworth)  were major figures in the aristocracy and the government of the
                    time. Such a position demanded a display of wealth and ostentation. The 6th Duke of
                    Devonshire, the Bachelor Duke, was not content with the Chatsworth he inherited in 1811,
                    and immediately started improvements. After major changes around Edensor, he turned his
                    attention at the north end of the Park. In 1820 plans were made extend the Park up to the
                    Baslow parish boundary. As this would involve the destruction of most of the Farm at
                    Oxclose, the farmer at the Higher House Samuel Marsden (b1755) was given the tenancy of
                    Ewe Close a large farm near Bakewell.
                    Plans were revised in 1824 when the Dukes of Devonshire and Rutland “Exchanged Lands”,
                    reputedly during a game of dice. Over 3300 acres were involved in several local parishes, of
                    which 1000 acres were in Baslow. In the deal Devonshire acquired the southeast corner of
                    Baslow Parish.
                    Part of the deal was Gibbet Moor, which was developed for “Sport”. The shelf of land
                    between Parkgate and Robin Hood and a few extra fields was left untouched. The rest,
                    between Dobb Edge and Baslow, was agricultural land with farms, fields and houses. It was
                    this last part that gave the Duke the opportunity to improve the Park beyond his earlier
                    expectations.”

                     

                    The 1795 will of Robert Staley.

                    Inriguingly, Robert included the children of his son Daniel Staley in his will, but omitted to leave anything to Daniel.  A perusal of Daniels 1808 will sheds some light on this:  Daniel left his property to his six reputed children with Elizabeth Moon, and his reputed daughter Mary Brearly. Daniels wife was Mary Moon, Elizabeths husband William Moons daughter.

                    The will of Robert Staley, 1795:

                    1795 will 2

                    1795 Rbt Staley will

                     

                    The 1805 will of Daniel Staley, Robert’s son:

                    This is the last will and testament of me Daniel Staley of the Township of Newhall in the parish of Stapenhill in the County of Derby, Farmer. I will and order all of my just debts, funeral and testamentary expenses to be fully paid and satisfied by my executors hereinafter named by and out of my personal estate as soon as conveniently may be after my decease.

                    I give, devise and bequeath to Humphrey Trafford Nadin of Church Gresely in the said County of Derby Esquire and John Wilkinson of Newhall aforesaid yeoman all my messuages, lands, tenements, hereditaments and real and personal estates to hold to them, their heirs, executors, administrators and assigns until Richard Moon the youngest of my reputed sons by Elizabeth Moon shall attain his age of twenty one years upon trust that they, my said trustees, (or the survivor of them, his heirs, executors, administrators or assigns), shall and do manage and carry on my farm at Newhall aforesaid and pay and apply the rents, issues and profits of all and every of my said real and personal estates in for and towards the support, maintenance and education of all my reputed children by the said Elizabeth Moon until the said Richard Moon my youngest reputed son shall attain his said age of twenty one years and equally share and share and share alike.

                    And it is my will and desire that my said trustees or trustee for the time being shall recruit and keep up the stock upon my farm as they in their discretion shall see occasion or think proper and that the same shall not be diminished. And in case any of my said reputed children by the said Elizabeth Moon shall be married before my said reputed youngest son shall attain his age of twenty one years that then it is my will and desire that non of their husbands or wives shall come to my farm or be maintained there or have their abode there. That it is also my will and desire in case my reputed children or any of them shall not be steady to business but instead shall be wild and diminish the stock that then my said trustees or trustee for the time being shall have full power and authority in their discretion to sell and dispose of all or any part of my said personal estate and to put out the money arising from the sale thereof to interest and to pay and apply the interest thereof and also thereunto of the said real estate in for and towards the maintenance, education and support of all my said reputed children by the said
                    Elizabeth Moon as they my said trustees in their discretion that think proper until the said Richard Moon shall attain his age of twenty one years.

                    Then I give to my grandson Daniel Staley the sum of ten pounds and to each and every of my sons and daughters namely Daniel Staley, Benjamin Staley, John Staley, William Staley, Elizabeth Dent and Sarah Orme and to my niece Ann Brearly the sum of five pounds apiece.

                    I give to my youngest reputed son Richard Moon one share in the Ashby Canal Navigation and I direct that my said trustees or trustee for the time being shall have full power and authority to pay and apply all or any part of the fortune or legacy hereby intended for my youngest reputed son Richard Moon in placing him out to any trade, business or profession as they in their discretion shall think proper.
                    And I direct that to my said sons and daughters by my late wife and my said niece shall by wholly paid by my said reputed son Richard Moon out of the fortune herby given him. And it is my will and desire that my said reputed children shall deliver into the hands of my executors all the monies that shall arise from the carrying on of my business that is not wanted to carry on the same unto my acting executor and shall keep a just and true account of all disbursements and receipts of the said business and deliver up the same to my acting executor in order that there may not be any embezzlement or defraud amongst them and from and immediately after my said reputed youngest son Richard Moon shall attain his age of twenty one years then I give, devise and bequeath all my real estate and all the residue and remainder of my personal estate of what nature and kind whatsoever and wheresoever unto and amongst all and every my said reputed sons and daughters namely William Moon, Thomas Moon, Joseph Moon, Richard Moon, Ann Moon, Margaret Moon and to my reputed daughter Mary Brearly to hold to them and their respective heirs, executors, administrator and assigns for ever according to the nature and tenure of the same estates respectively to take the same as tenants in common and not as joint tenants.

                    And lastly I nominate and appoint the said Humphrey Trafford Nadin and John Wilkinson executors of this my last will and testament and guardians of all my reputed children who are under age during their respective minorities hereby revoking all former and other wills by me heretofore made and declaring this only to be my last will.

                    In witness whereof I the said Daniel Staley the testator have to this my last will and testament set my hand and seal the eleventh day of March in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and five.

                     

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                      The Hollands of Barton under Needwood

                       

                      Samuel Warren of Stapenhill married Catherine Holland of Barton under Needwood in 1795.

                      I joined a Barton under Needwood History group and found an incredible amount of information on the Holland family, but first I wanted to make absolutely sure that our Catherine Holland was one of them as there were also Hollands in Newhall. Not only that, on the marriage licence it says that Catherine Holland was from Bretby Park Gate, Stapenhill.

                      Then I noticed that one of the witnesses on Samuel’s brother Williams marriage to Ann Holland in 1796 was John Hair. Hannah Hair was the wife of Thomas Holland, and they were the Barton under Needwood parents of Catherine. Catherine was born in 1775, and Ann was born in 1767.

                      The 1851 census clinched it: Catherine Warren 74 years old, widow and formerly a farmers wife, was living in the household of her son John Warren, and her place of birth is listed as Barton under Needwood. In 1841 Catherine was a 64 year old widow, her husband Samuel having died in 1837, and she was living with her son Samuel, a farmer. The 1841 census did not list place of birth, however. Catherine died on 31 March 1861 and does not appear on the 1861 census.

                      Once I had established that our Catherine Holland was from Barton under Needwood, I had another look at the information available on the Barton under Needwood History group, compiled by local historian Steve Gardner.

                      Catherine’s parents were Thomas Holland 1737-1828 and Hannah Hair 1739-1822.

                      Steve Gardner had posted a long list of the dates, marriages and children of the Holland family. The earliest entries in parish registers were Thomae Holland 1562-1626 and his wife Eunica Edwardes 1565-1632. They married on 10th July 1582. They were born, married and died in Barton under Needwood. They were direct ancestors of Catherine Holland, and as such my direct ancestors too.

                      The known history of the Holland family in Barton under Needwood goes back to Richard De Holland. (Thanks once again to Steve Gardner of the Barton under Needwood History group for this information.)

                      “Richard de Holland was the first member of the Holland family to become resident in Barton under Needwood (in about 1312) having been granted lands by the Earl of Lancaster (for whom Richard served as Stud and Stock Keeper of the Peak District) The Holland family stemmed from Upholland in Lancashire and had many family connections working for the Earl of Lancaster, who was one of the biggest Barons in England. Lancaster had his own army and lived at Tutbury Castle, from where he ruled over most of the Midlands area. The Earl of Lancaster was one of the main players in the ‘Barons Rebellion’ and the ensuing Battle of Burton Bridge in 1322. Richard de Holland was very much involved in the proceedings which had so angered Englands King. Holland narrowly escaped with his life, unlike the Earl who was executed.
                      From the arrival of that first Holland family member, the Hollands were a mainstay family in the community, and were in Barton under Needwood for over 600 years.”

                      Continuing with various items of information regarding the Hollands, thanks to Steve Gardner’s Barton under Needwood history pages:

                      “PART 6 (Final Part)
                      Some mentions of The Manor of Barton in the Ancient Staffordshire Rolls:
                      1330. A Grant was made to Herbert de Ferrars, at le Newland in the Manor of Barton.
                      1378. The Inquisitio bonorum – Johannis Holand — an interesting Inventory of his goods and their value and his debts.
                      1380. View of Frankpledge ; the Jury found that Richard Holland was feloniously murdered by his wife Joan and Thomas Graunger, who fled. The goods of the deceased were valued at iiij/. iijj. xid. ; one-third went to the dead man, one-third to his son, one- third to the Lord for the wife’s share. Compare 1 H. V. Indictments. (1413.)
                      That Thomas Graunger of Barton smyth and Joan the wife of Richard de Holond of Barton on the Feast of St. John the Baptist 10 H. II. (1387) had traitorously killed and murdered at night, at Barton, Richard, the husband of the said Joan. (m. 22.)
                      The names of various members of the Holland family appear constantly among the listed Jurors on the manorial records printed below : —
                      1539. Richard Holland and Richard Holland the younger are on the Muster Roll of Barton
                      1583. Thomas Holland and Unica his wife are living at Barton.
                      1663-4. Visitations. — Barton under Needword. Disclaimers. William Holland, Senior, William Holland, Junior.
                      1609. Richard Holland, Clerk and Alice, his wife.
                      1663-4. Disclaimers at the Visitation. William Holland, Senior, William Holland, Junior.”

                      I was able to find considerably more information on the Hollands in the book “Some Records of the Holland Family (The Hollands of Barton under Needwood, Staffordshire, and the Hollands in History)” by William Richard Holland. Luckily the full text of this book can be found online.

                      William Richard Holland (Died 1915) An early local Historian and author of the book:

                      William Richard Holland

                       

                      ‘Holland House’ taken from the Gardens (sadly demolished in the early 60’s):

                      Holland House

                       

                      Excerpt from the book:

                      “The charter, dated 1314, granting Richard rights and privileges in Needwood Forest, reads as follows:

                      “Thomas Earl of Lancaster and Leicester, high-steward of England, to whom all these present shall come, greeting: Know ye, that we have given, &c., to Richard Holland of Barton, and his heirs, housboot, heyboot, and fireboot, and common of pasture, in our forest of Needwood, for all his beasts, as well in places fenced as lying open, with 40 hogs, quit of pawnage in our said forest at all times in the year (except hogs only in fence month). All which premises we will warrant, &c. to the said Richard and his heirs against all people for ever”

                      “The terms “housboot” “heyboot” and “fireboot” meant that Richard and his heirs were to have the privilege of taking from the Forest, wood needed for house repair and building, hedging material for the repairing of fences, and what was needful for purposes of fuel.”

                      Further excerpts from the book:

                      “It may here be mentioned that during the renovation of Barton Church, when the stone pillars were being stripped of the plaster which covered them, “William Holland 1617” was found roughly carved on a pillar near to the belfry gallery, obviously the work of a not too devout member of the family, who, seated in the gallery of that time, occupied himself thus during the service. The inscription can still be seen.”

                      “The earliest mention of a Holland of Upholland occurs in the reign of John in a Final Concord, made at the Lancashire Assizes, dated November 5th, 1202, in which Uchtred de Chryche, who seems to have had some right in the manor of Upholland, releases his right in fourteen oxgangs* of land to Matthew de Holland, in consideration of the sum of six marks of silver. Thus was planted the Holland Tree, all the early information of which is found in The Victoria County History of Lancaster.

                      As time went on, the family acquired more land, and with this, increased position. Thus, in the reign of Edward I, a Robert de Holland, son of Thurstan, son of Robert, became possessed of the manor of Orrell adjoining Upholland and of the lordship of Hale in the parish of Childwall, and, through marriage with Elizabeth de Samlesbury (co-heiress of Sir Wm. de Samlesbury of Samlesbury, Hall, near to Preston), of the moiety of that manor….

                      * An oxgang signified the amount of land that could be ploughed by one ox in one day”

                      “This Robert de Holland, son of Thurstan, received Knighthood in the reign of Edward I, as did also his brother William, ancestor of that branch of the family which later migrated to Cheshire. Belonging to this branch are such noteworthy personages as Mrs. Gaskell, the talented authoress, her mother being a Holland of this branch, Sir Henry Holland, Physician to Queen Victoria, and his two sons, the first Viscount Knutsford, and Canon Francis Holland ; Sir Henry’s grandson (the present Lord Knutsford), Canon Scott Holland, etc. Captain Frederick Holland, R.N., late of Ashbourne Hall, Derbyshire, may also be mentioned here.*”

                      Thanks to the Barton under Needwood history group for the following:

                      WALES END FARM:
                      In 1509 it was owned and occupied by Mr Johannes Holland De Wallass end who was a well to do Yeoman Farmer (the origin of the areas name – Wales End).  Part of the building dates to 1490 making it probably the oldest building still standing in the Village:

                      Wales End Farm

                       

                      I found records for all of the Holland’s listed on the Barton under Needwood History group and added them to my ancestry tree. The earliest will I found was for Eunica Edwardes, then Eunica Holland, who died in 1632.

                      A page from the 1632 will and inventory of Eunica (Unice) Holland:

                      Unice Holland

                       

                      I’d been reading about “pedigree collapse” just before I found out her maiden name of Edwardes. Edwards is my own maiden name.

                      “In genealogy, pedigree collapse describes how reproduction between two individuals who knowingly or unknowingly share an ancestor causes the family tree of their offspring to be smaller than it would otherwise be.
                      Without pedigree collapse, a person’s ancestor tree is a binary tree, formed by the person, the parents, grandparents, and so on. However, the number of individuals in such a tree grows exponentially and will eventually become impossibly high. For example, a single individual alive today would, over 30 generations going back to the High Middle Ages, have roughly a billion ancestors, more than the total world population at the time. This apparent paradox occurs because the individuals in the binary tree are not distinct: instead, a single individual may occupy multiple places in the binary tree. This typically happens when the parents of an ancestor are cousins (sometimes unbeknownst to themselves). For example, the offspring of two first cousins has at most only six great-grandparents instead of the normal eight. This reduction in the number of ancestors is pedigree collapse. It collapses the binary tree into a directed acyclic graph with two different, directed paths starting from the ancestor who in the binary tree would occupy two places.” via wikipedia

                      There is nothing to suggest, however, that Eunica’s family were related to my fathers family, and the only evidence so far in my tree of pedigree collapse are the marriages of Orgill cousins, where two sets of grandparents are repeated.

                      A list of Holland ancestors:

                      Catherine Holland 1775-1861
                      her parents:
                      Thomas Holland 1737-1828   Hannah Hair 1739-1832
                      Thomas’s parents:
                      William Holland 1696-1756   Susannah Whiteing 1715-1752
                      William’s parents:
                      William Holland 1665-    Elizabeth Higgs 1675-1720
                      William’s parents:
                      Thomas Holland 1634-1681   Katherine Owen 1634-1728
                      Thomas’s parents:
                      Thomas Holland 1606-1680   Margaret Belcher 1608-1664
                      Thomas’s parents:
                      Thomas Holland 1562-1626   Eunice Edwardes 1565- 1632

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                        The Warrens of Stapenhill

                         

                        There were so many Warren’s in Stapenhill that it was complicated to work out who was who. I had gone back as far as Samuel Warren marrying Catherine Holland, and this was as far back as my cousin Ian Warren had gone in his research some decades ago as well. The Holland family from Barton under Needwood are particularly interesting, and will be a separate chapter.

                        Stapenhill village by John Harden:

                        Stapenhill

                         

                        Resuming the research on the Warrens, Samuel Warren 1771-1837 married Catherine Holland 1775-1861 in 1795 and their son Samuel Warren 1800-1882 married Elizabeth Bridge, whose childless brother Benjamin Bridge left the Warren Brothers Boiler Works in Newhall to his nephews, the Warren brothers.

                        Samuel Warren and Catherine Holland marriage licence 1795:

                        Samuel Warren Catherine Holland

                         

                        Samuel (born 1771) was baptised at Stapenhill St Peter and his parents were William and Anne Warren. There were at least three William and Ann Warrens in town at the time. One of those William’s was born in 1744, which would seem to be the right age to be Samuel’s father, and one was born in 1710, which seemed a little too old. Another William, Guiliamos Warren (Latin was often used in early parish registers) was baptised in Stapenhill in 1729.

                        Stapenhill St Peter:

                        Stapenhill St Peter

                         

                        William Warren (born 1744) appeared to have been born several months before his parents wedding. William Warren and Ann Insley married 16 July 1744, but the baptism of William in 1744 was 24 February. This seemed unusual ~ children were often born less than nine months after a wedding, but not usually before the wedding! Then I remembered the change from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar in 1752. Prior to 1752, the first day of the year was Lady Day, March 25th, not January 1st. This meant that the birth in February 1744 was actually after the wedding in July 1744. Now it made sense. The first son was named William, and he was born seven months after the wedding.

                        William born in 1744 died intestate in 1822, and his wife Ann made a legal claim to his estate. However he didn’t marry Ann Holland (Ann was Catherines Hollands sister, who married Samuel Warren the year before) until 1796, so this William and Ann were not the parents of Samuel.

                        It seemed likely that William born in 1744 was Samuels brother. William Warren and Ann Insley had at least eight children between 1744 and 1771, and it seems that Samuel was their last child, born when William the elder was 61 and his wife Ann was 47.

                        It seems it wasn’t unusual for the Warren men to marry rather late in life. William Warren’s (born 1710) parents were William Warren and Elizabeth Hatterton. On the marriage licence in 1702/1703 (it appears to say 1703 but is transcribed as 1702), William was a 40 year old bachelor from Stapenhill, which puts his date of birth at 1662. Elizabeth was considerably younger, aged 19.

                        William Warren and Elizabeth Hatterton marriage licence 1703:

                        William Warren 1702

                         

                        These Warren’s were farmers, and they were literate and able to sign their own names on various documents. This is worth noting, as most made the mark of an X.

                        I found three Warren and Holland marriages. One was Samuel Warren and Catherine Holland in 1795, then William Warren and Ann Holland in 1796. William Warren and Ann Hollands daughter born in 1799 married John Holland in 1824.

                        Elizabeth Hatterton (wife of William Warren who was born circa 1662) was born in Burton upon Trent in 1685. Her parents were Edward Hatterton 1655-1722, and Sara.

                        A page from the 1722 will of Edward Hatterton:

                        Edward Hatterton 1722

                         

                        The earliest Warren I found records for was William Warren who married Elizabeth Hatterton in 1703. The marriage licence states his age as 40 and that he was from Stapenhill, but none of the Stapenhill parish records online go back as far as 1662.  On other public trees on ancestry websites, a birth record from Suffolk has been chosen, probably because it was the only record to be found online with the right name and date. Once again, I don’t think that is correct, and perhaps one day I’ll find some earlier Stapenhill records to prove that he was born in locally.

                         

                        Subsequently, I found a list of the 1662 Hearth Tax for Stapenhill. On it were a number of Warrens, three William Warrens including one who was a constable. One of those William Warrens had a son he named William (as they did, hence the number of William Warrens in the tree) the same year as this hearth tax list.

                        But was it the William Warren with 2 chimneys, the one with one chimney who was too poor to pay it, or the one who was a constable?

                        from the list:
                        Will. Warryn 2
                        Richard Warryn 1
                        William Warren Constable
                        These names are not payable by Act:
                        Will. Warryn 1
                        Richard Warren John Watson
                        over seers of the poore and churchwardens

                        The Hearth Tax:

                        via wiki:
                        In England, hearth tax, also known as hearth money, chimney tax, or chimney money, was a tax imposed by Parliament in 1662, to support the Royal Household of King Charles II. Following the Restoration of the monarchy in 1660, Parliament calculated that the Royal Household needed an annual income of £1,200,000. The hearth tax was a supplemental tax to make up the shortfall. It was considered easier to establish the number of hearths than the number of heads, hearths forming a more stationary subject for taxation than people. This form of taxation was new to England, but had precedents abroad. It generated considerable debate, but was supported by the economist Sir William Petty, and carried through the Commons by the influential West Country member Sir Courtenay Pole, 2nd Baronet (whose enemies nicknamed him “Sir Chimney Poll” as a result).  The bill received Royal Assent on 19 May 1662, with the first payment due on 29 September 1662, Michaelmas.
                        One shilling was liable to be paid for every firehearth or stove, in all dwellings, houses, edifices or lodgings, and was payable at Michaelmas, 29 September and on Lady Day, 25 March. The tax thus amounted to two shillings per hearth or stove per year. The original bill contained a practical shortcoming in that it did not distinguish between owners and occupiers and was potentially a major burden on the poor as there were no exemptions. The bill was subsequently amended so that the tax was paid by the occupier. Further amendments introduced a range of exemptions that ensured that a substantial proportion of the poorer people did not have to pay the tax.

                         

                        Indeed it seems clear that William Warren the elder came from Stapenhill and not Suffolk, and one of the William Warrens paying hearth tax in 1662 was undoubtedly the father of William Warren who married Elizabeth Hatterton.

                        #6298

                        The Rootians invaded Oocrane when everybody was busy looking elsewhere. They entered through the Dumbass region under the pretense of freeing it from Lazies who had infiltrated administrations and media. They often cited a recent short movie from president Voldomeer Zumbaskee in which he appeared in purple leather panties adorned with diamonds, showing unashamedly his wooden leg. The same wooden leg that gave him the status of sexiest man of Oocrane and got him elected. In one of his famous discourses, he accused the Rootian president, Valdamir Potomsky of wanting to help himself to their crops of turnip and weed of which the world depended. And he told him if he expected Lazies he would be surprised by their resolution to defend their country.

                        By a simple game of chance that reality is so fond of, the man who made the president’s very wooden leg was also called Voldomeer Zumbasky. They might share a common ancestor, but many times in the past population records were destroyed and it was difficult to tell. That man lived in the small city of Duckailingtown in Dumbass, near the Rootian border. He was renowned to be a great carpenter and sculptor and before the war people would come from the neighbooring countries to buy his work.

                        During the invasion, crops and forests were burnt, buildings were destroyed and Dumbass Voldomeer lost one leg. There were no more trees or beams that hadn’t been turned to ashes, and he had only one block of wood left. Enough to make another wooden leg for himself. But he wondered: wasn’t there something more useful he could do with that block of wood ?

                        One morning of spring, one year after the war started. Food was scarce in Duckailingtown and Voldomeer’s belly growled as he walked past the nest of a couple of swans. He counted nine beautiful eggs that the parents were arranging with their beaks before lying on top to keep them warm. He found it so touching to see life in this place that he couldn’t bear the idea of simply stealing the eggs.

                        He went back home, a shelter made of bricks, his stomach aching from starvation. Looking at the block of wood on the floor, he got an idea. He spent the rest of the day and night to carve nine beautiful eggs so smooth that they appeared warm to the touch. He put so much care and love in his work that the swans would see no difference.

                        The next morning he went back to the nest with a leather bag, hopping heartily on his lone leg. The eggs were still there and by chance both the parents were missing. He didn’t care why. He took the eggs and replaced them with the wooden ones.

                        That day, he ate the best omelet with his friend Rooby, and as far as one could tell the swans were still brooding by the end of summer.

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                          “Ever get the feeling you’re talking to yourself?” Liz said to herself.

                          “YOU TART!!!”

                          Liz swung round, wondering where the dreadful shreik came from. The little black communication device on her desk was vibrating madly, causing the tea in her cup to slosh over the side into the saucer.

                          “Good Godfrey!” exclaimed Liz, visibly shaken.

                          “You rang?” smiled Godfrey, crawling out from under the desk.

                          “You were under my desk the whole time?” Liz was shocked.

                          “Allo allo allo!”

                          “Roberto! You were under my desk the entire time too?”

                          “Zere iz a zecret door under ze desk, madame, you did not know zis?”

                          “Fanella!  Good lord, not you as well!”

                          Fanella grinned sheepishly. “I ‘ave come to ‘elp Finnley wiz ze bedding.”

                          Liz bent down and peered under her desk. Who else was under there? But it was dark as a black hole, and covered in cobwebs.

                          “Fanella, do you know where Finnley is?” asked Liz.  “I miss her terribly. Everything is so dreadfully dusty without her.”

                          Fanella shrugged.  “She was drugged, Madame.  It was when she tried to put a bug under the rug, someone ‘hit ‘er on ze ‘ead wiz a mug, and lugged her to a zecret location and filled her wiz drugs.” Fanella shrugged again. “Zis is why I ‘ave come to ‘elp.”

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                            The Measham Thatchers

                            Orgills, Finches and Wards

                            Measham is a large village in north west Leicestershire, England, near the Derbyshire, Staffordshire and Warwickshire boundaries. Our family has a penchant for border straddling, and the Orgill’s of Measham take this a step further living on the boundaries of four counties.  Historically it was in an exclave of Derbyshire absorbed into Leicestershire in 1897, so once again we have two sets of county records to search.

                            ORGILL

                            Richard Gretton, the baker of Swadlincote and my great grandmother Florence Nightingale Grettons’ father, married Sarah Orgill (1840-1910) in 1861.

                            (Incidentally, Florence Nightingale Warren nee Gretton’s first child Hildred born in 1900 had the middle name Orgill. Florence’s brother John Orgill Gretton emigrated to USA.)

                            When they first married, they lived with Sarah’s widowed mother Elizabeth in Measham.  Elizabeth Orgill is listed on the 1861 census as a farmer of two acres.

                            Sarah Orgill’s father Matthew Orgill (1798-1859) was a thatcher, as was his father Matthew Orgill (1771-1852).

                            Matthew Orgill the elder left his property to his son Henry:

                            Matthew Orgills will

                             

                            Sarah’s mother Elizabeth (1803-1876) was also an Orgill before her marriage to Matthew.

                            According to Pigot & Co’s Commercial Directory for Derbyshire, in Measham in 1835 Elizabeth Orgill was a straw bonnet maker, an ideal occupation for a thatchers wife.

                            Matthew Orgill, thatcher, is listed in White’s directory in 1857, and other Orgill’s are mentioned in Measham:

                            Mary Orgill, straw hat maker; Henry Orgill, grocer; Daniel Orgill, painter; another Matthew Orgill is a coal merchant and wheelwright. Likewise a number of Orgill’s are listed in the directories for Measham in the subsequent years, as farmers, plumbers, painters, grocers, thatchers, wheelwrights, coal merchants and straw bonnet makers.

                             

                            Matthew and Elizabeth Orgill, Measham Baptist church:

                            Orgill grave

                             

                            According to a history of thatching, for every six or seven thatchers appearing in the 1851 census there are now less than one.  Another interesting fact in the history of thatched roofs (via thatchinginfo dot com):

                            The Watling Street Divide…
                            The biggest dividing line of all, that between the angular thatching of the Northern and Eastern traditions and the rounded Southern style, still roughly follows a very ancient line; the northern section of the old Roman road of Watling Street, the modern A5. Seemingly of little significance today; this was once the border between two peoples. Agreed in the peace treaty, between the Saxon King Alfred and Guthrum, the Danish Viking leader; over eleven centuries ago.
                            After making their peace, various Viking armies settled down, to the north and east of the old road; firstly, in what was known as The Danelaw and later in Norse kingdoms, based in York. They quickly formed a class of farmers and peasants. Although the Saxon kings soon regained this area; these people stayed put. Their influence is still seen, for example, in the widespread use of boarded gable ends, so common in Danish thatching.
                            Over time, the Southern and Northern traditions have slipped across the old road, by a few miles either way. But even today, travelling across the old highway will often bring the differing thatching traditions quickly into view.

                            Pear Tree Cottage, Bosworth Road, Measham. 1900.  Matthew Orgill was a thatcher living on Bosworth road.

                            Bosworth road

                             

                            FINCH

                            Matthew the elder married Frances Finch 1771-1848, also of Measham.  On the 1851 census Matthew is an 80 year old thatcher living with his daughter Mary and her husband Samuel Piner, a coal miner.

                            Henry Finch 1743- and Mary Dennis 1749- , both of Measham, were Frances parents.  Henry’s father was also Henry Finch, born in 1707 in Measham, and he married Frances Ward, also born in 1707, and also from Measham.

                            WARD

                             

                            The ancient boundary between the kingdom of Mercia and the Danelaw

                            I didn’t find much information on the history of Measham, but I did find a great deal of ancient history on the nearby village of Appleby Magna, two miles away.  The parish records indicate that the Ward and Finch branches of our family date back to the 1500’s in the village, and we can assume that the ancient history of the neighbouring village would be relevant to our history.

                            There is evidence of human settlement in Appleby from the early Neolithic period, 6,000 years ago, and there are also Iron Age and Bronze Age sites in the vicinity.  There is evidence of further activity within the village during the Roman period, including evidence of a villa or farm and a temple.  Appleby is near three known Roman roads: Watling Street, 10 miles south of the village; Bath Lane, 5 miles north of the village; and Salt Street, which forms the parish’s south boundary.

                            But it is the Scandinavian invasions that are particularly intriguing, with regard to my 58% Scandinavian DNA (and virtually 100% Midlands England ancestry). Repton is 13 miles from Measham. In the early 10th century Chilcote, Measham and Willesley were part of the royal Derbyshire estate of Repton.

                            The arrival of Scandinavian invaders in the second half of the ninth century caused widespread havoc throughout northern England. By the AD 870s the Danish army was occupying Mercia and it spent the winter of 873-74 at Repton, the headquarters of the Mercian kings. The events are recorded in detail in the Peterborough manuscript of the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles…

                            Although the Danes held power for only 40 years, a strong, even subversive, Danish element remained in the population for many years to come. 

                            A Scandinavian influence may also be detected among the field names of the parish. Although many fields have relatively modern names, some clearly have elements which reach back to the time of Danish incursion and control.

                            The Borders:

                            The name ‘aeppel byg’ is given in the will of Wulfic Spot of AD 1004……………..The decision at Domesday to include this land in Derbyshire, as one of Burton Abbey’s Derbyshire manors, resulted in the division of the village of Appleby Magna between the counties of Leicester and Derby for the next 800 years

                            Richard Dunmore’s Appleby Magma website.

                            This division of Appleby between Leicestershire and Derbyshire persisted from Domesday until 1897, when the recently created county councils (1889) simplified the administration of many villages in this area by a radical realignment of the boundary:

                            Appleby

                             

                            I would appear that our family not only straddle county borders, but straddle ancient kingdom borders as well.  This particular branch of the family (we assume, given the absence of written records that far back) were living on the edge of the Danelaw and a strong element of the Danes survives to this day in my DNA.

                             

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                              The Housley Letters
                              THE NEIGHBORHOOD

                               

                              From Barbara Housley’s Narrative on the Letters:

                              In July 1872, Joseph wrote to George who had been gone for 21 years: “You would not know Heanor now. It has got such a large place. They have got a town hall built where Charles’ stone yard was.”

                              Then Joseph took George on a tour from Smalley to Heanor pointing out all the changes:

                              Smalley Map

                              Smalley Farms

                               

                              “Now we commence at Firby Brook. There is no public house there. It is turned into a market gardener’s place. Morley smithy stands as it did. You would know Chris Shepperd that used to keep the farm opposite. He is dead and the farm is got into other hands.”  (In 1851, Chris Shepherd, age 39, and his widowed mother, Mary, had a farm of 114 acres. Charles Carrington, age 14, worked for them as a “cow boy.” In 1851 Hollingsworths also lived at Morely smithy.) “The Rose and Crown stands and Antony Kerry keeps that yet.”  (In 1851, the census listed Kerry as a mason, builder, victicular, and farmer. He lived with his wife and four sons and numerous servants.) “They have pulled down Samuel Kerry’s farm house down and built him one in another place. Now we come to the Bell that was but they have pulled the old one down and made Isaac Potters House into the new Bell.” (In 1851, The Bell was run by Ann Weston, a widow.)

                              Smalley Roundhouse:

                              Smalley Roundhouse

                               

                              “The old Round House is standing yet but they have took the machine away. The Public House at the top end is kept by Mrs. Turton. I don’t know who she was before she married. Now we get to old Tom Oldknow. The old house is pulled down and a new one is put up but it is gone out of the family altogether. Now Jack is living at Stanley. He married Ann that used to live at Barbers at Smalley. That finishes Smalley. Now for Taghill. The old Jolly Collier is standing yet and a man of the name of Remmington keeps the new one opposite. Jack Foulkes son Jack used to keep that but has left just lately. There is the Nottingham House, Nags Head, Cross Keys and then the Red Lion but houses built on both sides all the way down Taghill. Then we get to the town hall that is built on the ground that Charles’ Stone Yard used to be. There is Joseph Watson’s shop standing yet in the old place. The King of Prussia, the White Lion and Hanks that is the Public House. You see there are more than there used to be. The Magistrate sits at the Town Hall and tries cases there every fortnight.”

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                                The Housley Letters 

                                From Barbara Housley’s Narrative on the Letters.

                                 

                                William Housley (1781-1848) and Ellen Carrington were married on May 30, 1814 at St. Oswald’s church in Ashbourne. William died in 1848 at the age of 67 of “disease of lungs and general debility”. Ellen died in 1872.

                                Marriage of William Housley and Ellen Carrington in Ashbourne in 1814:

                                William and Ellen Marriage

                                 

                                Parish records show three children for William and his first wife, Mary, Ellens’ sister, who were married December 29, 1806: Mary Ann, christened in 1808 and mentioned frequently in the letters; Elizabeth, christened in 1810, but never mentioned in any letters; and William, born in 1812, probably referred to as Will in the letters. Mary died in 1813.

                                William and Ellen had ten children: John, Samuel, Edward, Anne, Charles, George, Joseph, Robert, Emma, and Joseph. The first Joseph died at the age of four, and the last son was also named Joseph. Anne never married, Charles emigrated to Australia in 1851, and George to USA, also in 1851. The letters are to George, from his sisters and brothers in England.

                                The following are excerpts of those letters, including excerpts of Barbara Housley’s “Narrative on Historic Letters”. They are grouped according to who they refer to, rather than chronological order.

                                 

                                ELLEN HOUSLEY 1795-1872

                                Joseph wrote that when Emma was married, Ellen “broke up the comfortable home and the things went to Derby and she went to live with them but Derby didn’t agree with her so she left again leaving her things behind and came to live with John in the new house where she died.” Ellen was listed with John’s household in the 1871 census.
                                In May 1872, the Ilkeston Pioneer carried this notice: “Mr. Hopkins will sell by auction on Saturday next the eleventh of May 1872 the whole of the useful furniture, sewing machine, etc. nearly new on the premises of the late Mrs. Housley at Smalley near Heanor in the county of Derby. Sale at one o’clock in the afternoon.”

                                Ellen’s family was evidently rather prominant in Smalley. Two Carringtons (John and William) served on the Parish Council in 1794. Parish records are full of Carrington marriages and christenings; census records confirm many of the family groupings.

                                In June of 1856, Emma wrote: “Mother looks as well as ever and was told by a lady the other day that she looked handsome.” Later she wrote: “Mother is as stout as ever although she sometimes complains of not being able to do as she used to.”

                                 

                                Mary’s children:

                                MARY ANN HOUSLEY  1808-1878

                                There were hard feelings between Mary Ann and Ellen and her children. Anne wrote: “If you remember we were not very friendly when you left. They never came and nothing was too bad for Mary Ann to say of Mother and me, but when Robert died Mother sent for her to the funeral but she did not think well to come so we took no more notice. She would not allow her children to come either.”

                                Mary Ann was unlucky in love! In Anne’s second letter she wrote: “William Carrington is paying Mary Ann great attention. He is living in London but they write to each other….We expect it will be a match.” Apparantly the courtship was stormy for in 1855, Emma wrote: “Mary Ann’s wedding with William Carrington has dropped through after she had prepared everything, dresses and all for the occassion.” Then in 1856, Emma wrote: “William Carrington and Mary Ann are separated. They wore him out with their nonsense.” Whether they ever married is unclear. Joseph wrote in 1872: “Mary Ann was married but her husband has left her. She is in very poor health. She has one daughter and they are living with their mother at Smalley.”

                                Regarding William Carrington, Emma supplied this bit of news: “His sister, Mrs. Lily, has eloped with a married man. Is she not a nice person!”

                                 

                                WILLIAM HOUSLEY JR. 1812-1890

                                According to a letter from Anne, Will’s two sons and daughter were sent to learn dancing so they would be “fit for any society.” Will’s wife was Dorothy Palfry. They were married in Denby on October 20, 1836 when Will was 24. According to the 1851 census, Will and Dorothy had three sons: Alfred 14, Edwin 12, and William 10. All three boys were born in Denby.

                                In his letter of May 30, 1872, after just bemoaning that all of his brothers and sisters are gone except Sam and John, Joseph added: “Will is living still.” In another 1872 letter Joseph wrote, “Will is living at Heanor yet and carrying on his cattle dealing.” The 1871 census listed Will, 59, and his son William, 30, of Lascoe Road, Heanor, as cattle dealers.

                                 

                                Ellen’s children:

                                JOHN HOUSLEY  1815-1893

                                John married Sarah Baggally in Morely in 1838. They had at least six children. Elizabeth (born 2 May 1838) was “out service” in 1854. In her “third year out,” Elizabeth was described by Anne as “a very nice steady girl but quite a woman in appearance.” One of her positions was with a Mrs. Frearson in Heanor. Emma wrote in 1856: “Elizabeth is still at Mrs. Frearson. She is such a fine stout girl you would not know her.” Joseph wrote in 1872 that Elizabeth was in service with Mrs. Eliza Sitwell at Derby. (About 1850, Miss Eliza Wilmot-Sitwell provided for a small porch with a handsome Norman doorway at the west end of the St. John the Baptist parish church in Smalley.)

                                According to Elizabeth’s birth certificate and the 1841 census, John was a butcher. By 1851, the household included a nurse and a servant, and John was listed as a “victular.” Anne wrote in February 1854, “John has left the Public House a year and a half ago. He is living where Plumbs (Ann Plumb witnessed William’s death certificate with her mark) did and Thomas Allen has the land. He has been working at James Eley’s all winter.” In 1861, Ellen lived with John and Sarah and the three boys.

                                John sold his share in the inheritance from their mother and disappeared after her death. (He died in Doncaster, Yorkshire, in 1893.) At that time Charles, the youngest would have been 21. Indeed, Joseph wrote in July 1872: “John’s children are all grown up”.

                                In May 1872, Joseph wrote: “For what do you think, John has sold his share and he has acted very bad since his wife died and at the same time he sold all his furniture. You may guess I have never seen him but once since poor mother’s funeral and he is gone now no one knows where.”

                                In February 1874 Joseph wrote: “You want to know what made John go away. Well, I will give you one reason. I think I told you that when his wife died he persuaded me to leave Derby and come to live with him. Well so we did and dear Harriet to keep his house. Well he insulted my wife and offered things to her that was not proper and my dear wife had the power to resist his unmanly conduct. I did not think he could of served me such a dirty trick so that is one thing dear brother. He could not look me in the face when we met. Then after we left him he got a woman in the house and I suppose they lived as man and wife. She caught the small pox and died and there he was by himself like some wild man. Well dear brother I could not go to him again after he had served me and mine as he had and I believe he was greatly in debt too so that he sold his share out of the property and when he received the money at Belper he went away and has never been seen by any of us since but I have heard of him being at Sheffield enquiring for Sam Caldwell. You will remember him. He worked in the Nag’s Head yard but I have heard nothing no more of him.”

                                A mention of a John Housley of Heanor in the Nottinghma Journal 1875.  I don’t know for sure if the John mentioned here is the brother John who Joseph describes above as behaving improperly to his wife. John Housley had a son Joseph, born in 1840, and John’s wife Sarah died in 1870.

                                John Housley

                                 

                                In 1876, the solicitor wrote to George: “Have you heard of John Housley? He is entitled to Robert’s share and I want him to claim it.”

                                 

                                SAMUEL HOUSLEY 1816-

                                Sam married Elizabeth Brookes of Sutton Coldfield, and they had three daughters: Elizabeth, Mary Anne and Catherine.  Elizabeth his wife died in 1849, a few months after Samuel’s father William died in 1848. The particular circumstances relating to these individuals have been discussed in previous chapters; the following are letter excerpts relating to them.

                                Death of William Housley 15 Dec 1848, and Elizabeth Housley 5 April 1849, Smalley:

                                Housley Deaths

                                 

                                Joseph wrote in December 1872: “I saw one of Sam’s daughters, the youngest Kate, you would remember her a baby I dare say. She is very comfortably married.”

                                In the same letter (December 15, 1872), Joseph wrote:  “I think we have now found all out now that is concerned in the matter for there was only Sam that we did not know his whereabouts but I was informed a week ago that he is dead–died about three years ago in Birmingham Union. Poor Sam. He ought to have come to a better end than that….His daughter and her husband went to Brimingham and also to Sutton Coldfield that is where he married his wife from and found out his wife’s brother. It appears he has been there and at Birmingham ever since he went away but ever fond of drink.”

                                (Sam, however, was still alive in 1871, living as a lodger at the George and Dragon Inn, Henley in Arden. And no trace of Sam has been found since. It would appear that Sam did not want to be found.)

                                 

                                EDWARD HOUSLEY 1819-1843

                                Edward died before George left for USA in 1851, and as such there is no mention of him in the letters.

                                 

                                ANNE HOUSLEY 1821-1856

                                Anne wrote two letters to her brother George between February 1854 and her death in 1856. Apparently she suffered from a lung disease for she wrote: “I can say you will be surprised I am still living and better but still cough and spit a deal. Can do nothing but sit and sew.” According to the 1851 census, Anne, then 29, was a seamstress. Their friend, Mrs. Davy, wrote in March 1856: “This I send in a box to my Brother….The pincushion cover and pen wiper are Anne’s work–are for thy wife. She would have made it up had she been able.” Anne was not living at home at the time of the 1841 census. She would have been 19 or 20 and perhaps was “out service.”

                                In her second letter Anne wrote: “It is a great trouble now for me to write…as the body weakens so does the mind often. I have been very weak all summer. That I continue is a wonder to all and to spit so much although much better than when you left home.” She also wrote: “You know I had a desire for America years ago. Were I in health and strength, it would be the land of my adoption.”

                                In November 1855, Emma wrote, “Anne has been very ill all summer and has not been able to write or do anything.” Their neighbor Mrs. Davy wrote on March 21, 1856: “I fear Anne will not be long without a change.” In a black-edged letter the following June, Emma wrote: “I need not tell you how happy she was and how calmly and peacefully she died. She only kept in bed two days.”

                                Certainly Anne was a woman of deep faith and strong religious convictions. When she wrote that they were hoping to hear of Charles’ success on the gold fields she added: “But I would rather hear of him having sought and found the Pearl of great price than all the gold Australia can produce, (For what shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his soul?).” Then she asked George: “I should like to learn how it was you were first led to seek pardon and a savior. I do feel truly rejoiced to hear you have been led to seek and find this Pearl through the workings of the Holy Spirit and I do pray that He who has begun this good work in each of us may fulfill it and carry it on even unto the end and I can never doubt the willingness of Jesus who laid down his life for us. He who said whoever that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.”

                                Anne’s will was probated October 14, 1856. Mr. William Davy of Kidsley Park appeared for the family. Her estate was valued at under £20. Emma was to receive fancy needlework, a four post bedstead, feather bed and bedding, a mahogany chest of drawers, plates, linen and china. Emma was also to receive Anne’s writing desk. There was a condition that Ellen would have use of these items until her death.

                                The money that Anne was to receive from her grandfather, William Carrington, and her father, William Housley was to be distributed one third to Joseph, one third to Emma, and one third to be divided between her four neices: John’s daughter Elizabeth, 18, and Sam’s daughters Elizabeth, 10, Mary Ann, 9 and Catharine, age 7 to be paid by the trustees as they think “most useful and proper.” Emma Lyon and Elizabeth Davy were the witnesses.

                                The Carrington Farm:

                                Carringtons Farm

                                 

                                CHARLES HOUSLEY 1823-1855

                                Charles went to Australia in 1851, and was last heard from in January 1853. According to the solicitor, who wrote to George on June 3, 1874, Charles had received advances on the settlement of their parent’s estate. “Your promissory note with the two signed by your brother Charles for 20 pounds he received from his father and 20 pounds he received from his mother are now in the possession of the court.”

                                Charles and George were probably quite close friends. Anne wrote in 1854: “Charles inquired very particularly in both his letters after you.”

                                According to Anne, Charles and a friend married two sisters. He and his father-in-law had a farm where they had 130 cows and 60 pigs. Whatever the trade he learned in England, he never worked at it once he reached Australia. While it does not seem that Charles went to Australia because gold had been discovered there, he was soon caught up in “gold fever”. Anne wrote: “I dare say you have heard of the immense gold fields of Australia discovered about the time he went. Thousands have since then emigrated to Australia, both high and low. Such accounts we heard in the papers of people amassing fortunes we could not believe. I asked him when I wrote if it was true. He said this was no exaggeration for people were making their fortune daily and he intended going to the diggings in six weeks for he could stay away no longer so that we are hoping to hear of his success if he is alive.”

                                In March 1856, Mrs. Davy wrote: “I am sorry to tell thee they have had a letter from Charles’s wife giving account of Charles’s death of 6 months consumption at the Victoria diggings. He has left 2 children a boy and a girl William and Ellen.” In June of the same year in a black edged letter, Emma wrote: “I think Mrs. Davy mentioned Charles’s death in her note. His wife wrote to us. They have two children Helen and William. Poor dear little things. How much I should like to see them all. She writes very affectionately.”

                                In December 1872, Joseph wrote: “I’m told that Charles two daughters has wrote to Smalley post office making inquiries about his share….” In January 1876, the solicitor wrote: “Charles Housley’s children have claimed their father’s share.”

                                 

                                GEORGE HOUSLEY 1824-1877

                                George emigrated to the United states in 1851, arriving in July. The solicitor Abraham John Flint referred in a letter to a 15-pound advance which was made to George on June 9, 1851. This certainly was connected to his journey. George settled along the Delaware River in Bucks County, Pennsylvania. The letters from the solicitor were addressed to: Lahaska Post Office, Bucks County, Pennsylvania.

                                George married Sarah Ann Hill on May 6, 1854 in Doylestown, Bucks County, Pennsylvania. In her first letter (February 1854), Anne wrote: “We want to know who and what is this Miss Hill you name in your letter. What age is she? Send us all the particulars but I would advise you not to get married until you have sufficient to make a comfortable home.”

                                Upon learning of George’s marriage, Anne wrote: “I hope dear brother you may be happy with your wife….I hope you will be as a son to her parents. Mother unites with me in kind love to you both and to your father and mother with best wishes for your health and happiness.” In 1872 (December) Joseph wrote: “I am sorry to hear that sister’s father is so ill. It is what we must all come to some time and hope we shall meet where there is no more trouble.”

                                Emma wrote in 1855, “We write in love to your wife and yourself and you must write soon and tell us whether there is a little nephew or niece and what you call them.” In June of 1856, Emma wrote: “We want to see dear Sarah Ann and the dear little boy. We were much pleased with the “bit of news” you sent.” The bit of news was the birth of John Eley Housley, January 11, 1855. Emma concluded her letter “Give our very kindest love to dear sister and dearest Johnnie.”

                                In September 1872, Joseph wrote, “I was very sorry to hear that John your oldest had met with such a sad accident but I hope he is got alright again by this time.” In the same letter, Joseph asked: “Now I want to know what sort of a town you are living in or village. How far is it from New York? Now send me all particulars if you please.”

                                In March 1873 Harriet asked Sarah Ann: “And will you please send me all the news at the place and what it is like for it seems to me that it is a wild place but you must tell me what it is like….”.  The question of whether she was referring to Bucks County, Pennsylvania or some other place is raised in Joseph’s letter of the same week.
                                On March 17, 1873, Joseph wrote: “I was surprised to hear that you had gone so far away west. Now dear brother what ever are you doing there so far away from home and family–looking out for something better I suppose.”

                                The solicitor wrote on May 23, 1874: “Lately I have not written because I was not certain of your address and because I doubted I had much interesting news to tell you.” Later, Joseph wrote concerning the problems settling the estate, “You see dear brother there is only me here on our side and I cannot do much. I wish you were here to help me a bit and if you think of going for another summer trip this turn you might as well run over here.”

                                Apparently, George had indicated he might return to England for a visit in 1856. Emma wrote concerning the portrait of their mother which had been sent to George: “I hope you like mother’s portrait. I did not see it but I suppose it was not quite perfect about the eyes….Joseph and I intend having ours taken for you when you come over….Do come over before very long.”

                                In March 1873, Joseph wrote: “You ask me what I think of you coming to England. I think as you have given the trustee power to sign for you I think you could do no good but I should like to see you once again for all that. I can’t say whether there would be anything amiss if you did come as you say it would be throwing good money after bad.”

                                On June 10, 1875, the solicitor wrote: “I have been expecting to hear from you for some time past. Please let me hear what you are doing and where you are living and how I must send you your money.” George’s big news at that time was that on May 3, 1875, he had become a naturalized citizen “renouncing and abjuring all allegiance and fidelity to every foreign prince, potentate, state and sovereignity whatsoever, and particularly to Victoria Queen of Great Britain of whom he was before a subject.”

                                 

                                ROBERT HOUSLEY 1832-1851

                                In 1854, Anne wrote: “Poor Robert. He died in August after you left he broke a blood vessel in the lung.”
                                From Joseph’s first letter we learn that Robert was 19 when he died: “Dear brother there have been a great many changes in the family since you left us. All is gone except myself and John and Sam–we have heard nothing of him since he left. Robert died first when he was 19 years of age. Then Anne and Charles too died in Australia and then a number of years elapsed before anyone else. Then John lost his wife, then Emma, and last poor dear mother died last January on the 11th.”

                                Anne described Robert’s death in this way: “He had thrown up blood many times before in the spring but the last attack weakened him that he only lived a fortnight after. He died at Derby. Mother was with him. Although he suffered much he never uttered a murmur or regret and always a smile on his face for everyone that saw him. He will be regretted by all that knew him”.

                                Robert died a resident of St. Peter’s Parish, Derby, but was buried in Smalley on August 16, 1851.
                                Apparently Robert was apprenticed to be a joiner for, according to Anne, Joseph took his place: “Joseph wanted to be a joiner. We thought we could do no better than let him take Robert’s place which he did the October after and is there still.”

                                In 1876, the solicitor wrote to George: “Have you heard of John Housley? He is entitled to Robert’s share and I want him to claim it.”

                                 

                                EMMA HOUSLEY 1836-1871

                                Emma was not mentioned in Anne’s first letter. In the second, Anne wrote that Emma was living at Spondon with two ladies in her “third situation,” and added, “She is grown a bouncing woman.” Anne described her sister well. Emma wrote in her first letter (November 12, 1855): “I must tell you that I am just 21 and we had my pudding last Sunday. I wish I could send you a piece.”

                                From Emma’s letters we learn that she was living in Derby from May until November 1855 with Mr. Haywood, an iron merchant. She explained, “He has failed and I have been obliged to leave,” adding, “I expect going to a new situation very soon. It is at Belper.” In 1851 records, William Haywood, age 22, was listed as an iron foundry worker. In the 1857 Derby Directory, James and George were listed as iron and brass founders and ironmongers with an address at 9 Market Place, Derby.

                                In June 1856, Emma wrote from “The Cedars, Ashbourne Road” where she was working for Mr. Handysides.
                                While she was working for Mr. Handysides, Emma wrote: “Mother is thinking of coming to live at Derby. That will be nice for Joseph and I.”

                                Friargate and Ashbourne Road were located in St. Werburgh’s Parish. (In fact, St. Werburgh’s vicarage was at 185 Surrey Street. This clue led to the discovery of the record of Emma’s marriage on May 6, 1858, to Edwin Welch Harvey, son of Samuel Harvey in St. Werburgh’s.)

                                In 1872, Joseph wrote: “Our sister Emma, she died at Derby at her own home for she was married. She has left two young children behind. The husband was the son of the man that I went apprentice to and has caused a great deal of trouble to our family and I believe hastened poor Mother’s death….”.   Joseph added that he believed Emma’s “complaint” was consumption and that she was sick a good bit. Joseph wrote: “Mother was living with John when I came home (from Ascension Island around 1867? or to Smalley from Derby around 1870?) for when Emma was married she broke up the comfortable home and the things went to Derby and she went to live with them but Derby did not agree with her so she had to leave it again but left all her things there.”

                                Emma Housley and Edwin Welch Harvey wedding, 1858:

                                Emma Housley wedding

                                 

                                JOSEPH HOUSLEY 1838-1893

                                We first hear of Joseph in a letter from Anne to George in 1854. “Joseph wanted to be a joiner. We thought we could do no better than let him take Robert’s place which he did the October after (probably 1851) and is there still. He is grown as tall as you I think quite a man.” Emma concurred in her first letter: “He is quite a man in his appearance and quite as tall as you.”

                                From Emma we learn in 1855: “Joseph has left Mr. Harvey. He had not work to employ him. So mother thought he had better leave his indenture and be at liberty at once than wait for Harvey to be a bankrupt. He has got a very good place of work now and is very steady.” In June of 1856, Emma wrote “Joseph and I intend to have our portraits taken for you when you come over….Mother is thinking of coming to Derby. That will be nice for Joseph and I. Joseph is very hearty I am happy to say.”

                                According to Joseph’s letters, he was married to Harriet Ballard. Joseph described their miraculous reunion in this way: “I must tell you that I have been abroad myself to the Island of Ascension. (Elsewhere he wrote that he was on the island when the American civil war broke out). I went as a Royal Marine and worked at my trade and saved a bit of money–enough to buy my discharge and enough to get married with but while I was out on the island who should I meet with there but my dear wife’s sister. (On two occasions Joseph and Harriet sent George the name and address of Harriet’s sister, Mrs. Brooks, in Susquehanna Depot, Pennsylvania, but it is not clear whether this was the same sister.) She was lady’s maid to the captain’s wife. Though I had never seen her before we got to know each other somehow so from that me and my wife recommenced our correspondence and you may be sure I wanted to get home to her. But as soon as I did get home that is to England I was not long before I was married and I have not regretted yet for we are very comfortable as well as circumstances will allow for I am only a journeyman joiner.”

                                Proudly, Joseph wrote: “My little family consists of three nice children–John, Joseph and Susy Annie.” On her birth certificate, Susy Ann’s birthdate is listed as 1871. Parish records list a Lucy Annie christened in 1873. The boys were born in Derby, John in 1868 and Joseph in 1869. In his second letter, Joseph repeated: “I have got three nice children, a good wife and I often think is more than I have deserved.” On August 6, 1873, Joseph and Harriet wrote: “We both thank you dear sister for the pieces of money you sent for the children. I don’t know as I have ever see any before.” Joseph ended another letter: “Now I must close with our kindest love to you all and kisses from the children.”

                                In Harriet’s letter to Sarah Ann (March 19, 1873), she promised: “I will send you myself and as soon as the weather gets warm as I can take the children to Derby, I will have them taken and send them, but it is too cold yet for we have had a very cold winter and a great deal of rain.” At this time, the children were all under 6 and the baby was not yet two.

                                In March 1873 Joseph wrote: “I have been working down at Heanor gate there is a joiner shop there where Kings used to live I have been working there this winter and part of last summer but the wages is very low but it is near home that is one comfort.” (Heanor Gate is about 1/4 mile from Kidsley Grange. There was a school and industrial park there in 1988.) At this time Joseph and his family were living in “the big house–in Old Betty Hanson’s house.” The address in the 1871 census was Smalley Lane.

                                A glimpse into Joseph’s personality is revealed by this remark to George in an 1872 letter: “Many thanks for your portrait and will send ours when we can get them taken for I never had but one taken and that was in my old clothes and dear Harriet is not willing to part with that. I tell her she ought to be satisfied with the original.”

                                On one occasion Joseph and Harriet both sent seeds. (Marks are still visible on the paper.) Joseph sent “the best cow cabbage seed in the country–Robinson Champion,” and Harriet sent red cabbage–Shaw’s Improved Red. Possibly cow cabbage was also known as ox cabbage: “I hope you will have some good cabbages for the Ox cabbage takes all the prizes here. I suppose you will be taking the prizes out there with them.” Joseph wrote that he would put the name of the seeds by each “but I should think that will not matter. You will tell the difference when they come up.”

                                George apparently would have liked Joseph to come to him as early as 1854. Anne wrote: “As to his coming to you that must be left for the present.” In 1872, Joseph wrote: “I have been thinking of making a move from here for some time before I heard from you for it is living from hand to mouth and never certain of a job long either.” Joseph then made plans to come to the United States in the spring of 1873. “For I intend all being well leaving England in the spring. Many thanks for your kind offer but I hope we shall be able to get a comfortable place before we have been out long.” Joseph promised to bring some things George wanted and asked: “What sort of things would be the best to bring out there for I don’t want to bring a lot that is useless.” Joseph’s plans are confirmed in a letter from the solicitor May 23, 1874: “I trust you are prospering and in good health. Joseph seems desirous of coming out to you when this is settled.”

                                George must have been reminiscing about gooseberries (Heanor has an annual gooseberry show–one was held July 28, 1872) and Joseph promised to bring cuttings when they came: “Dear Brother, I could not get the gooseberries for they was all gathered when I received your letter but we shall be able to get some seed out the first chance and I shall try to bring some cuttings out along.” In the same letter that he sent the cabbage seeds Joseph wrote: “I have got some gooseberries drying this year for you. They are very fine ones but I have only four as yet but I was promised some more when they were ripe.” In another letter Joseph sent gooseberry seeds and wrote their names: Victoria, Gharibaldi and Globe.

                                In September 1872 Joseph wrote; “My wife is anxious to come. I hope it will suit her health for she is not over strong.” Elsewhere Joseph wrote that Harriet was “middling sometimes. She is subject to sick headaches. It knocks her up completely when they come on.” In December 1872 Joseph wrote, “Now dear brother about us coming to America you know we shall have to wait until this affair is settled and if it is not settled and thrown into Chancery I’m afraid we shall have to stay in England for I shall never be able to save money enough to bring me out and my family but I hope of better things.”

                                On July 19, 1875 Abraham Flint (the solicitor) wrote: “Joseph Housley has removed from Smalley and is working on some new foundry buildings at Little Chester near Derby. He lives at a village called Little Eaton near Derby. If you address your letter to him as Joseph Housley, carpenter, Little Eaton near Derby that will no doubt find him.”

                                George did not save any letters from Joseph after 1874, hopefully he did reach him at Little Eaton. Joseph and his family are not listed in either Little Eaton or Derby on the 1881 census.

                                In his last letter (February 11, 1874), Joseph sounded very discouraged and wrote that Harriet’s parents were very poorly and both had been “in bed for a long time.” In addition, Harriet and the children had been ill.
                                The move to Little Eaton may indicate that Joseph received his settlement because in August, 1873, he wrote: “I think this is bad news enough and bad luck too, but I have had little else since I came to live at Kiddsley cottages but perhaps it is all for the best if one could only think so. I have begun to think there will be no chance for us coming over to you for I am afraid there will not be so much left as will bring us out without it is settled very shortly but I don’t intend leaving this house until it is settled either one way or the other. “

                                Joseph Housley and the Kiddsley cottages:

                                Joseph Housley

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                                  From Tanganyika with Love

                                  continued part 9

                                  With thanks to Mike Rushby.

                                  Lyamungu 3rd January 1945

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  We had a novel Christmas this year. We decided to avoid the expense of
                                  entertaining and being entertained at Lyamungu, and went off to spend Christmas
                                  camping in a forest on the Western slopes of Kilimanjaro. George decided to combine
                                  business with pleasure and in this way we were able to use Government transport.
                                  We set out the day before Christmas day and drove along the road which skirts
                                  the slopes of Kilimanjaro and first visited a beautiful farm where Philip Teare, the ex
                                  Game Warden, and his wife Mary are staying. We had afternoon tea with them and then
                                  drove on in to the natural forest above the estate and pitched our tent beside a small
                                  clear mountain stream. We decorated the tent with paper streamers and a few small
                                  balloons and John found a small tree of the traditional shape which we decorated where
                                  it stood with tinsel and small ornaments.

                                  We put our beer, cool drinks for the children and bottles of fresh milk from Simba
                                  Estate, in the stream and on Christmas morning they were as cold as if they had been in
                                  the refrigerator all night. There were not many presents for the children, there never are,
                                  but they do not seem to mind and are well satisfied with a couple of balloons apiece,
                                  sweets, tin whistles and a book each.

                                  George entertain the children before breakfast. He can make a magical thing out
                                  of the most ordinary balloon. The children watched entranced as he drew on his pipe
                                  and then blew the smoke into the balloon. He then pinched the neck of the balloon
                                  between thumb and forefinger and released the smoke in little puffs. Occasionally the
                                  balloon ejected a perfect smoke ring and the forest rang with shouts of “Do it again
                                  Daddy.” Another trick was to blow up the balloon to maximum size and then twist the
                                  neck tightly before releasing. Before subsiding the balloon darted about in a crazy
                                  fashion causing great hilarity. Such fun, at the cost of a few pence.

                                  After breakfast George went off to fish for trout. John and Jim decided that they
                                  also wished to fish so we made rods out of sticks and string and bent pins and they
                                  fished happily, but of course quite unsuccessfully, for hours. Both of course fell into the
                                  stream and got soaked, but I was prepared for this, and the little stream was so shallow
                                  that they could not come to any harm. Henry played happily in the sand and I had a
                                  most peaceful morning.

                                  Hamisi roasted a chicken in a pot over the camp fire and the jelly set beautifully in the
                                  stream. So we had grilled trout and chicken for our Christmas dinner. I had of course
                                  taken an iced cake for the occasion and, all in all, it was a very successful Christmas day.
                                  On Boxing day we drove down to the plains where George was to investigate a
                                  report of game poaching near the Ngassari Furrow. This is a very long ditch which has
                                  been dug by the Government for watering the Masai stock in the area. It is also used by
                                  game and we saw herds of zebra and wildebeest, and some Grant’s Gazelle and
                                  giraffe, all comparatively tame. At one point a small herd of zebra raced beside the lorry
                                  apparently enjoying the fun of a gallop. They were all sleek and fat and looked wild and
                                  beautiful in action.

                                  We camped a considerable distance from the water but this precaution did not
                                  save us from the mosquitoes which launched a vicious attack on us after sunset, so that
                                  we took to our beds unusually early. They were on the job again when we got up at
                                  sunrise so I was very glad when we were once more on our way home.

                                  “I like Christmas safari. Much nicer that silly old party,” said John. I agree but I think
                                  it is time that our children learned to play happily with others. There are no other young
                                  children at Lyamungu though there are two older boys and a girl who go to boarding
                                  school in Nairobi.

                                  On New Years Day two Army Officers from the military camp at Moshi, came for
                                  tea and to talk game hunting with George. I think they rather enjoy visiting a home and
                                  seeing children and pets around.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  Lyamungu 14 May 1945

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  So the war in Europe is over at last. It is such marvellous news that I can hardly
                                  believe it. To think that as soon as George can get leave we will go to England and
                                  bring Ann and George home with us to Tanganyika. When we know when this leave can
                                  be arranged we will want Kate to join us here as of course she must go with us to
                                  England to meet George’s family. She has become so much a part of your lives that I
                                  know it will be a wrench for you to give her up but I know that you will all be happy to
                                  think that soon our family will be reunited.

                                  The V.E. celebrations passed off quietly here. We all went to Moshi to see the
                                  Victory Parade of the King’s African Rifles and in the evening we went to a celebration
                                  dinner at the Game Warden’s house. Besides ourselves the Moores had invited the
                                  Commanding Officer from Moshi and a junior officer. We had a very good dinner and
                                  many toasts including one to Mrs Moore’s brother, Oliver Milton who is fighting in Burma
                                  and has recently been awarded the Military Cross.

                                  There was also a celebration party for the children in the grounds of the Moshi
                                  Club. Such a spread! I think John and Jim sampled everything. We mothers were
                                  having our tea separately and a friend laughingly told me to turn around and have a look.
                                  I did, and saw the long tea tables now deserted by all the children but my two sons who
                                  were still eating steadily, and finding the party more exciting than the game of Musical
                                  Bumps into which all the other children had entered with enthusiasm.

                                  There was also an extremely good puppet show put on by the Italian prisoners
                                  of war from the camp at Moshi. They had made all the puppets which included well
                                  loved characters like Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and the Babes in the Wood as
                                  well as more sophisticated ones like an irritable pianist and a would be prima donna. The
                                  most popular puppets with the children were a native askari and his family – a very
                                  happy little scene. I have never before seen a puppet show and was as entranced as
                                  the children. It is amazing what clever manipulation and lighting can do. I believe that the
                                  Italians mean to take their puppets to Nairobi and am glad to think that there, they will
                                  have larger audiences to appreciate their art.

                                  George has just come in, and I paused in my writing to ask him for the hundredth
                                  time when he thinks we will get leave. He says I must be patient because it may be a
                                  year before our turn comes. Shipping will be disorganised for months to come and we
                                  cannot expect priority simply because we have been separated so long from our
                                  children. The same situation applies to scores of other Government Officials.
                                  I have decided to write the story of my childhood in South Africa and about our
                                  life together in Tanganyika up to the time Ann and George left the country. I know you
                                  will have told Kate these stories, but Ann and George were so very little when they left
                                  home that I fear that they cannot remember much.

                                  My Mother-in-law will have told them about their father but she can tell them little
                                  about me. I shall send them one chapter of my story each month in the hope that they
                                  may be interested and not feel that I am a stranger when at last we meet again.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  Lyamungu 19th September 1945

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  In a months time we will be saying good-bye to Lyamungu. George is to be
                                  transferred to Mbeya and I am delighted, not only as I look upon Mbeya as home, but
                                  because there is now a primary school there which John can attend. I feel he will make
                                  much better progress in his lessons when he realises that all children of his age attend
                                  school. At present he is putting up a strong resistance to learning to read and spell, but
                                  he writes very neatly, does his sums accurately and shows a real talent for drawing. If
                                  only he had the will to learn I feel he would do very well.

                                  Jim now just four, is too young for lessons but too intelligent to be interested in
                                  the ayah’s attempts at entertainment. Yes I’ve had to engage a native girl to look after
                                  Henry from 9 am to 12.30 when I supervise John’s Correspondence Course. She is
                                  clean and amiable, but like most African women she has no initiative at all when it comes
                                  to entertaining children. Most African men and youths are good at this.

                                  I don’t regret our stay at Lyamungu. It is a beautiful spot and the change to the
                                  cooler climate after the heat of Morogoro has been good for all the children. John is still
                                  tall for his age but not so thin as he was and much less pale. He is a handsome little lad
                                  with his large brown eyes in striking contrast to his fair hair. He is wary of strangers but
                                  very observant and quite uncanny in the way he sums up people. He seldom gets up
                                  to mischief but I have a feeling he eggs Jim on. Not that Jim needs egging.

                                  Jim has an absolute flair for mischief but it is all done in such an artless manner that
                                  it is not easy to punish him. He is a very sturdy child with a cap of almost black silky hair,
                                  eyes brown, like mine, and a large mouth which is quick to smile and show most beautiful
                                  white and even teeth. He is most popular with all the native servants and the Game
                                  Scouts. The servants call Jim, ‘Bwana Tembo’ (Mr Elephant) because of his sturdy
                                  build.

                                  Henry, now nearly two years old, is quite different from the other two in
                                  appearance. He is fair complexioned and fair haired like Ann and Kate, with large, black
                                  lashed, light grey eyes. He is a good child, not so merry as Jim was at his age, nor as
                                  shy as John was. He seldom cries, does not care to be cuddled and is independent and
                                  strong willed. The servants call Henry, ‘Bwana Ndizi’ (Mr Banana) because he has an
                                  inexhaustible appetite for this fruit. Fortunately they are very inexpensive here. We buy
                                  an entire bunch which hangs from a beam on the back verandah, and pluck off the
                                  bananas as they ripen. This way there is no waste and the fruit never gets bruised as it
                                  does in greengrocers shops in South Africa. Our three boys make a delightful and
                                  interesting trio and I do wish you could see them for yourselves.

                                  We are delighted with the really beautiful photograph of Kate. She is an
                                  extraordinarily pretty child and looks so happy and healthy and a great credit to you.
                                  Now that we will be living in Mbeya with a school on the doorstep I hope that we will
                                  soon be able to arrange for her return home.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  c/o Game Dept. Mbeya. 30th October 1945

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  How nice to be able to write c/o Game Dept. Mbeya at the head of my letters.
                                  We arrived here safely after a rather tiresome journey and are installed in a tiny house on
                                  the edge of the township.

                                  We left Lyamungu early on the morning of the 22nd. Most of our goods had
                                  been packed on the big Ford lorry the previous evening, but there were the usual
                                  delays and farewells. Of our servants, only the cook, Hamisi, accompanied us to
                                  Mbeya. Japhet, Tovelo and the ayah had to be paid off and largesse handed out.
                                  Tovelo’s granny had come, bringing a gift of bananas, and she also brought her little
                                  granddaughter to present a bunch of flowers. The child’s little scolded behind is now
                                  completely healed. Gifts had to be found for them too.

                                  At last we were all aboard and what a squash it was! Our few pieces of furniture
                                  and packing cases and trunks, the cook, his wife, the driver and the turney boy, who
                                  were to take the truck back to Lyamungu, and all their bits and pieces, bunches of
                                  bananas and Fanny the dog were all crammed into the body of the lorry. George, the
                                  children and I were jammed together in the cab. Before we left George looked
                                  dubiously at the tyres which were very worn and said gloomily that he thought it most
                                  unlikely that we would make our destination, Dodoma.

                                  Too true! Shortly after midday, near Kwakachinja, we blew a back tyre and there
                                  was a tedious delay in the heat whilst the wheel was changed. We were now without a
                                  spare tyre and George said that he would not risk taking the Ford further than Babati,
                                  which is less than half way to Dodoma. He drove very slowly and cautiously to Babati
                                  where he arranged with Sher Mohammed, an Indian trader, for a lorry to take us to
                                  Dodoma the next morning.

                                  It had been our intention to spend the night at the furnished Government
                                  Resthouse at Babati but when we got there we found that it was already occupied by
                                  several District Officers who had assembled for a conference. So, feeling rather
                                  disgruntled, we all piled back into the lorry and drove on to a place called Bereku where
                                  we spent an uncomfortable night in a tumbledown hut.

                                  Before dawn next morning Sher Mohammed’s lorry drove up, and there was a
                                  scramble to dress by the light of a storm lamp. The lorry was a very dilapidated one and
                                  there was already a native woman passenger in the cab. I felt so tired after an almost
                                  sleepless night that I decided to sit between the driver and this woman with the sleeping
                                  Henry on my knee. It was as well I did, because I soon found myself dosing off and
                                  drooping over towards the woman. Had she not been there I might easily have fallen
                                  out as the battered cab had no door. However I was alert enough when daylight came
                                  and changed places with the woman to our mutual relief. She was now able to converse
                                  with the African driver and I was able to enjoy the scenery and the fresh air!
                                  George, John and Jim were less comfortable. They sat in the lorry behind the
                                  cab hemmed in by packing cases. As the lorry was an open one the sun beat down
                                  unmercifully upon them until George, ever resourceful, moved a table to the front of the
                                  truck. The two boys crouched under this and so got shelter from the sun but they still had
                                  to endure the dust. Fanny complicated things by getting car sick and with one thing and
                                  another we were all jolly glad to get to Dodoma.

                                  We spent the night at the Dodoma Hotel and after hot baths, a good meal and a
                                  good nights rest we cheerfully boarded a bus of the Tanganyika Bus Service next
                                  morning to continue our journey to Mbeya. The rest of the journey was uneventful. We slept two nights on the road, the first at Iringa Hotel and the second at Chimala. We
                                  reached Mbeya on the 27th.

                                  I was rather taken aback when I first saw the little house which has been allocated
                                  to us. I had become accustomed to the spacious houses we had in Morogoro and
                                  Lyamungu. However though the house is tiny it is secluded and has a long garden
                                  sloping down to the road in front and another long strip sloping up behind. The front
                                  garden is shaded by several large cypress and eucalyptus trees but the garden behind
                                  the house has no shade and consists mainly of humpy beds planted with hundreds of
                                  carnations sadly in need of debudding. I believe that the previous Game Ranger’s wife
                                  cultivated the carnations and, by selling them, raised money for War Funds.
                                  Like our own first home, this little house is built of sun dried brick. Its original
                                  owners were Germans. It is now rented to the Government by the Custodian of Enemy
                                  Property, and George has his office in another ex German house.

                                  This afternoon we drove to the school to arrange about enrolling John there. The
                                  school is about four miles out of town. It was built by the German settlers in the late
                                  1930’s and they were justifiably proud of it. It consists of a great assembly hall and
                                  classrooms in one block and there are several attractive single storied dormitories. This
                                  school was taken over by the Government when the Germans were interned on the
                                  outbreak of war and many improvements have been made to the original buildings. The
                                  school certainly looks very attractive now with its grassed playing fields and its lawns and
                                  bright flower beds.

                                  The Union Jack flies from a tall flagpole in front of the Hall and all traces of the
                                  schools German origin have been firmly erased. We met the Headmaster, Mr
                                  Wallington, and his wife and some members of the staff. The school is co-educational
                                  and caters for children from the age of seven to standard six. The leaving age is elastic
                                  owing to the fact that many Tanganyika children started school very late because of lack
                                  of educational facilities in this country.

                                  The married members of the staff have their own cottages in the grounds. The
                                  Matrons have quarters attached to the dormitories for which they are responsible. I felt
                                  most enthusiastic about the school until I discovered that the Headmaster is adamant
                                  upon one subject. He utterly refuses to take any day pupils at the school. So now our
                                  poor reserved Johnny will have to adjust himself to boarding school life.
                                  We have arranged that he will start school on November 5th and I shall be very
                                  busy trying to assemble his school uniform at short notice. The clothing list is sensible.
                                  Boys wear khaki shirts and shorts on weekdays with knitted scarlet jerseys when the
                                  weather is cold. On Sundays they wear grey flannel shorts and blazers with the silver
                                  and scarlet school tie.

                                  Mbeya looks dusty, brown and dry after the lush evergreen vegetation of
                                  Lyamungu, but I prefer this drier climate and there are still mountains to please the eye.
                                  In fact the lower slopes of Lolesa Mountain rise at the upper end of our garden.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  c/o Game Dept. Mbeya. 21st November 1945

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  We’re quite settled in now and I have got the little house fixed up to my
                                  satisfaction. I have engaged a rather uncouth looking houseboy but he is strong and
                                  capable and now that I am not tied down in the mornings by John’s lessons I am able to
                                  go out occasionally in the mornings and take Jim and Henry to play with other children.
                                  They do not show any great enthusiasm but are not shy by nature as John is.
                                  I have had a good deal of heartache over putting John to boarding school. It
                                  would have been different had he been used to the company of children outside his
                                  own family, or if he had even known one child there. However he seems to be adjusting
                                  himself to the life, though slowly. At least he looks well and tidy and I am quite sure that
                                  he is well looked after.

                                  I must confess that when the time came for John to go to school I simply did not
                                  have the courage to take him and he went alone with George, looking so smart in his
                                  new uniform – but his little face so bleak. The next day, Sunday, was visiting day but the
                                  Headmaster suggested that we should give John time to settle down and not visit him
                                  until Wednesday.

                                  When we drove up to the school I spied John on the far side of the field walking
                                  all alone. Instead of running up with glad greetings, as I had expected, he came almost
                                  reluctently and had little to say. I asked him to show me his dormitory and classroom and
                                  he did so politely as though I were a stranger. At last he volunteered some information.
                                  “Mummy,” he said in an awed voice, Do you know on the night I came here they burnt a
                                  man! They had a big fire and they burnt him.” After a blank moment the penny dropped.
                                  Of course John had started school and November the fifth but it had never entered my
                                  head to tell him about that infamous character, Guy Fawkes!

                                  I asked John’s Matron how he had settled down. “Well”, she said thoughtfully,
                                  “John is very good and has not cried as many of the juniors do when they first come
                                  here, but he seems to keep to himself all the time.” I went home very discouraged but
                                  on the Sunday John came running up with another lad of about his own age.” This is my
                                  friend Marks,” he announced proudly. I could have hugged Marks.

                                  Mbeya is very different from the small settlement we knew in the early 1930’s.
                                  Gone are all the colourful characters from the Lupa diggings for the alluvial claims are all
                                  worked out now, gone also are our old friends the Menzies from the Pub and also most
                                  of the Government Officials we used to know. Mbeya has lost its character of a frontier
                                  township and has become almost suburban.

                                  The social life revolves around two places, the Club and the school. The Club
                                  which started out as a little two roomed building, has been expanded and the golf
                                  course improved. There are also tennis courts and a good library considering the size of
                                  the community. There are frequent parties and dances, though most of the club revenue
                                  comes from Bar profits. The parties are relatively sober affairs compared with the parties
                                  of the 1930’s.

                                  The school provides entertainment of another kind. Both Mr and Mrs Wallington
                                  are good amateur actors and I am told that they run an Amateur Dramatic Society. Every
                                  Wednesday afternoon there is a hockey match at the school. Mbeya town versus a
                                  mixed team of staff and scholars. The match attracts almost the whole European
                                  population of Mbeya. Some go to play hockey, others to watch, and others to snatch
                                  the opportunity to visit their children. I shall have to try to arrange a lift to school when
                                  George is away on safari.

                                  I have now met most of the local women and gladly renewed an old friendship
                                  with Sheilagh Waring whom I knew two years ago at Morogoro. Sheilagh and I have
                                  much in common, the same disregard for the trappings of civilisation, the same sense of
                                  the ludicrous, and children. She has eight to our six and she has also been cut off by the
                                  war from two of her children. Sheilagh looks too young and pretty to be the mother of so
                                  large a family and is, in fact, several years younger than I am. her husband, Donald, is a
                                  large quiet man who, as far as I can judge takes life seriously.

                                  Our next door neighbours are the Bank Manager and his wife, a very pleasant
                                  couple though we seldom meet. I have however had correspondence with the Bank
                                  Manager. Early on Saturday afternoon their houseboy brought a note. It informed me
                                  that my son was disturbing his rest by precipitating a heart attack. Was I aware that my
                                  son was about 30 feet up in a tree and balanced on a twig? I ran out and,sure enough,
                                  there was Jim, right at the top of the tallest eucalyptus tree. It would be the one with the
                                  mound of stones at the bottom! You should have heard me fluting in my most
                                  wheedling voice. “Sweets, Jimmy, come down slowly dear, I’ve some nice sweets for
                                  you.”

                                  I’ll bet that little story makes you smile. I remember how often you have told me
                                  how, as a child, I used to make your hearts turn over because I had no fear of heights
                                  and how I used to say, “But that is silly, I won’t fall.” I know now only too well, how you
                                  must have felt.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  c/o Game Dept. Mbeya. 14th January 1946

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  I hope that by now you have my telegram to say that Kate got home safely
                                  yesterday. It was wonderful to have her back and what a beautiful child she is! Kate
                                  seems to have enjoyed the train journey with Miss Craig, in spite of the tears she tells
                                  me she shed when she said good-bye to you. She also seems to have felt quite at
                                  home with the Hopleys at Salisbury. She flew from Salisbury in a small Dove aircraft
                                  and they had a smooth passage though Kate was a little airsick.

                                  I was so excited about her home coming! This house is so tiny that I had to turn
                                  out the little store room to make a bedroom for her. With a fresh coat of whitewash and
                                  pretty sprigged curtains and matching bedspread, borrowed from Sheilagh Waring, the
                                  tiny room looks most attractive. I had also iced a cake, made ice-cream and jelly and
                                  bought crackers for the table so that Kate’s home coming tea could be a proper little
                                  celebration.

                                  I was pleased with my preparations and then, a few hours before the plane was
                                  due, my crowned front tooth dropped out, peg and all! When my houseboy wants to
                                  describe something very tatty, he calls it “Second-hand Kabisa.” Kabisa meaning
                                  absolutely. That is an apt description of how I looked and felt. I decided to try some
                                  emergency dentistry. I think you know our nearest dentist is at Dar es Salaam five
                                  hundred miles away.

                                  First I carefully dried the tooth and with a match stick covered the peg and base
                                  with Durofix. I then took the infants rubber bulb enema, sucked up some heat from a
                                  candle flame and pumped it into the cavity before filling that with Durofix. Then hopefully
                                  I stuck the tooth in its former position and held it in place for several minutes. No good. I
                                  sent the houseboy to a shop for Scotine and tried the whole process again. No good
                                  either.

                                  When George came home for lunch I appealed to him for advice. He jokingly
                                  suggested that a maize seed jammed into the space would probably work, but when
                                  he saw that I really was upset he produced some chewing gum and suggested that I
                                  should try that . I did and that worked long enough for my first smile anyway.
                                  George and the three boys went to meet Kate but I remained at home to
                                  welcome her there. I was afraid that after all this time away Kate might be reluctant to
                                  rejoin the family but she threw her arms around me and said “Oh Mummy,” We both
                                  shed a few tears and then we both felt fine.

                                  How gay Kate is, and what an infectious laugh she has! The boys follow her
                                  around in admiration. John in fact asked me, “Is Kate a Princess?” When I said
                                  “Goodness no, Johnny, she’s your sister,” he explained himself by saying, “Well, she
                                  has such golden hair.” Kate was less complementary. When I tucked her in bed last night
                                  she said, “Mummy, I didn’t expect my little brothers to be so yellow!” All three boys
                                  have been taking a course of Atebrin, an anti-malarial drug which tinges skin and eyeballs
                                  yellow.

                                  So now our tiny house is bursting at its seams and how good it feels to have one
                                  more child under our roof. We are booked to sail for England in May and when we return
                                  we will have Ann and George home too. Then I shall feel really content.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  c/o Game Dept. Mbeya. 2nd March 1946

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  My life just now is uneventful but very busy. I am sewing hard and knitting fast to
                                  try to get together some warm clothes for our leave in England. This is not a simple
                                  matter because woollen materials are in short supply and very expensive, and now that
                                  we have boarding school fees to pay for both Kate and John we have to budget very
                                  carefully indeed.

                                  Kate seems happy at school. She makes friends easily and seems to enjoy
                                  communal life. John also seems reconciled to school now that Kate is there. He no
                                  longer feels that he is the only exile in the family. He seems to rub along with the other
                                  boys of his age and has a couple of close friends. Although Mbeya School is coeducational
                                  the smaller boys and girls keep strictly apart. It is considered extremely
                                  cissy to play with girls.

                                  The local children are allowed to go home on Sundays after church and may bring
                                  friends home with them for the day. Both John and Kate do this and Sunday is a very
                                  busy day for me. The children come home in their Sunday best but bring play clothes to
                                  change into. There is always a scramble to get them to bath and change again in time to
                                  deliver them to the school by 6 o’clock.

                                  When George is home we go out to the school for the morning service. This is
                                  taken by the Headmaster Mr Wallington, and is very enjoyable. There is an excellent
                                  school choir to lead the singing. The service is the Church of England one, but is
                                  attended by children of all denominations, except the Roman Catholics. I don’t think that
                                  more than half the children are British. A large proportion are Greeks, some as old as
                                  sixteen, and about the same number are Afrikaners. There are Poles and non-Nazi
                                  Germans, Swiss and a few American children.

                                  All instruction is through the medium of English and it is amazing how soon all the
                                  foreign children learn to chatter in English. George has been told that we will return to
                                  Mbeya after our leave and for that I am very thankful as it means that we will still be living
                                  near at hand when Jim and Henry start school. Because many of these children have to
                                  travel many hundreds of miles to come to school, – Mbeya is a two day journey from the
                                  railhead, – the school year is divided into two instead of the usual three terms. This
                                  means that many of these children do not see their parents for months at a time. I think
                                  this is a very sad state of affairs especially for the seven and eight year olds but the
                                  Matrons assure me , that many children who live on isolated farms and stations are quite
                                  reluctant to go home because they miss the companionship and the games and
                                  entertainment that the school offers.

                                  My only complaint about the life here is that I see far too little of George. He is
                                  kept extremely busy on this range and is hardly at home except for a few days at the
                                  months end when he has to be at his office to check up on the pay vouchers and the
                                  issue of ammunition to the Scouts. George’s Range takes in the whole of the Southern
                                  Province and the Southern half of the Western Province and extends to the border with
                                  Northern Rhodesia and right across to Lake Tanganyika. This vast area is patrolled by
                                  only 40 Game Scouts because the Department is at present badly under staffed, due
                                  partly to the still acute shortage of rifles, but even more so to the extraordinary reluctance
                                  which the Government shows to allocate adequate funds for the efficient running of the
                                  Department.

                                  The Game Scouts must see that the Game Laws are enforced, protect native
                                  crops from raiding elephant, hippo and other game animals. Report disease amongst game and deal with stock raiding lions. By constantly going on safari and checking on
                                  their work, George makes sure the range is run to his satisfaction. Most of the Game
                                  Scouts are fine fellows but, considering they receive only meagre pay for dangerous
                                  and exacting work, it is not surprising that occasionally a Scout is tempted into accepting
                                  a bribe not to report a serious infringement of the Game Laws and there is, of course,
                                  always the temptation to sell ivory illicitly to unscrupulous Indian and Arab traders.
                                  Apart from supervising the running of the Range, George has two major jobs.
                                  One is to supervise the running of the Game Free Area along the Rhodesia –
                                  Tanganyika border, and the other to hunt down the man-eating lions which for years have
                                  terrorised the Njombe District killing hundreds of Africans. Yes I know ‘hundreds’ sounds
                                  fantastic, but this is perfectly true and one day, when the job is done and the official
                                  report published I shall send it to you to prove it!

                                  I hate to think of the Game Free Area and so does George. All the game from
                                  buffalo to tiny duiker has been shot out in a wide belt extending nearly two hundred
                                  miles along the Northern Rhodesia -Tanganyika border. There are three Europeans in
                                  widely spaced camps who supervise this slaughter by African Game Guards. This
                                  horrible measure is considered necessary by the Veterinary Departments of
                                  Tanganyika, Rhodesia and South Africa, to prevent the cattle disease of Rinderpest
                                  from spreading South.

                                  When George is home however, we do relax and have fun. On the Saturday
                                  before the school term started we took Kate and the boys up to the top fishing camp in
                                  the Mporoto Mountains for her first attempt at trout fishing. There are three of these
                                  camps built by the Mbeya Trout Association on the rivers which were first stocked with
                                  the trout hatched on our farm at Mchewe. Of the three, the top camp is our favourite. The
                                  scenery there is most glorious and reminds me strongly of the rivers of the Western
                                  Cape which I so loved in my childhood.

                                  The river, the Kawira, flows from the Rungwe Mountain through a narrow valley
                                  with hills rising steeply on either side. The water runs swiftly over smooth stones and
                                  sometimes only a foot or two below the level of the banks. It is sparkling and shallow,
                                  but in places the water is deep and dark and the banks high. I had a busy day keeping
                                  an eye on the boys, especially Jim, who twice climbed out on branches which overhung
                                  deep water. “Mummy, I was only looking for trout!”

                                  How those kids enjoyed the freedom of the camp after the comparative
                                  restrictions of town. So did Fanny, she raced about on the hills like a mad dog chasing
                                  imaginary rabbits and having the time of her life. To escape the noise and commotion
                                  George had gone far upstream to fish and returned in the late afternoon with three good
                                  sized trout and four smaller ones. Kate proudly showed George the two she had caught
                                  with the assistance or our cook Hamisi. I fear they were caught in a rather unorthodox
                                  manner but this I kept a secret from George who is a stickler for the orthodox in trout
                                  fishing.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  Jacksdale England 24th June 1946

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  Here we are all together at last in England. You cannot imagine how wonderful it
                                  feels to have the whole Rushby family reunited. I find myself counting heads. Ann,
                                  George, Kate, John, Jim, and Henry. All present and well. We had a very pleasant trip
                                  on the old British India Ship Mantola. She was crowded with East Africans going home
                                  for the first time since the war, many like us, eagerly looking forward to a reunion with their
                                  children whom they had not seen for years. There was a great air of anticipation and
                                  good humour but a little anxiety too.

                                  “I do hope our children will be glad to see us,” said one, and went on to tell me
                                  about a Doctor from Dar es Salaam who, after years of separation from his son had
                                  recently gone to visit him at his school. The Doctor had alighted at the railway station
                                  where he had arranged to meet his son. A tall youth approached him and said, very
                                  politely, “Excuse me sir. Are you my Father?” Others told me of children who had
                                  become so attached to their relatives in England that they gave their parents a very cool
                                  reception. I began to feel apprehensive about Ann and George but fortunately had no
                                  time to mope.

                                  Oh, that washing and ironing for six! I shall remember for ever that steamy little
                                  laundry in the heat of the Red Sea and queuing up for the ironing and the feeling of guilt
                                  at the size of my bundle. We met many old friends amongst the passengers, and made
                                  some new ones, so the voyage was a pleasant one, We did however have our
                                  anxious moments.

                                  John was the first to disappear and we had an anxious search for him. He was
                                  quite surprised that we had been concerned. “I was just talking to my friend Chinky
                                  Chinaman in his workshop.” Could John have called him that? Then, when I returned to
                                  the cabin from dinner one night I found Henry swigging Owbridge’s Lung Tonic. He had
                                  drunk half the bottle neat and the label said ‘five drops in water’. Luckily it did not harm
                                  him.

                                  Jim of course was forever risking his neck. George had forbidden him to climb on
                                  the railings but he was forever doing things which no one had thought of forbidding him
                                  to do, like hanging from the overhead pipes on the deck or standing on the sill of a
                                  window and looking down at the well deck far below. An Officer found him doing this and
                                  gave me the scolding.

                                  Another day he climbed up on a derrick used for hoisting cargo. George,
                                  oblivious to this was sitting on the hatch cover with other passengers reading a book. I
                                  was in the wash house aft on the same deck when Kate rushed in and said, “Mummy
                                  come and see Jim.” Before I had time to more than gape, the butcher noticed Jim and
                                  rushed out knife in hand. “Get down from there”, he bellowed. Jim got, and with such
                                  speed that he caught the leg or his shorts on a projecting piece of metal. The cotton
                                  ripped across the seam from leg to leg and Jim stood there for a humiliating moment in a
                                  sort of revealing little kilt enduring the smiles of the passengers who had looked up from
                                  their books at the butcher’s shout.

                                  That incident cured Jim of his urge to climb on the ship but he managed to give
                                  us one more fright. He was lost off Dover. People from whom we enquired said, “Yes
                                  we saw your little boy. He was by the railings watching that big aircraft carrier.” Now Jim,
                                  though mischievous , is very obedient. It was not until George and I had conducted an
                                  exhaustive search above and below decks that I really became anxious. Could he have
                                  fallen overboard? Jim was returned to us by an unamused Officer. He had been found
                                  in one of the lifeboats on the deck forbidden to children.

                                  Our ship passed Dover after dark and it was an unforgettable sight. Dover Castle
                                  and the cliffs were floodlit for the Victory Celebrations. One of the men passengers sat
                                  down at the piano and played ‘The White Cliffs of Dover’, and people sang and a few
                                  wept. The Mantola docked at Tilbury early next morning in a steady drizzle.
                                  There was a dockers strike on and it took literally hours for all the luggage to be
                                  put ashore. The ships stewards simply locked the public rooms and went off leaving the
                                  passengers shivering on the docks. Eventually damp and bedraggled, we arrived at St
                                  Pancras Station and were given a warm welcome by George’s sister Cath and her
                                  husband Reg Pears, who had come all the way from Nottingham to meet us.
                                  As we had to spend an hour in London before our train left for Nottingham,
                                  George suggested that Cath and I should take the children somewhere for a meal. So
                                  off we set in the cold drizzle, the boys and I without coats and laden with sundry
                                  packages, including a hand woven native basket full of shoes. We must have looked like
                                  a bunch of refugees as we stood in the hall of The Kings Cross Station Hotel because a
                                  supercilious waiter in tails looked us up and down and said, “I’m afraid not Madam”, in
                                  answer to my enquiry whether the hotel could provide lunch for six.
                                  Anyway who cares! We had lunch instead at an ABC tea room — horrible
                                  sausage and a mound or rather sloppy mashed potatoes, but very good ice-cream.
                                  After the train journey in a very grimy third class coach, through an incredibly green and
                                  beautiful countryside, we eventually reached Nottingham and took a bus to Jacksdale,
                                  where George’s mother and sisters live in large detached houses side by side.
                                  Ann and George were at the bus stop waiting for us, and thank God, submitted
                                  to my kiss as though we had been parted for weeks instead of eight years. Even now
                                  that we are together again my heart aches to think of all those missed years. They have
                                  not changed much and I would have picked them out of a crowd, but Ann, once thin and
                                  pale, is now very rosy and blooming. She still has her pretty soft plaits and her eyes are
                                  still a clear calm blue. Young George is very striking looking with sparkling brown eyes, a
                                  ready, slightly lopsided smile, and charming manners.

                                  Mother, and George’s elder sister, Lottie Giles, welcomed us at the door with the
                                  cheering news that our tea was ready. Ann showed us the way to mother’s lovely lilac
                                  tiled bathroom for a wash before tea. Before I had even turned the tap, Jim had hung
                                  form the glass towel rail and it lay in three pieces on the floor. There have since been
                                  similar tragedies. I can see that life in civilisation is not without snags.

                                  I am most grateful that Ann and George have accepted us so naturally and
                                  affectionately. Ann said candidly, “Mummy, it’s a good thing that you had Aunt Cath with
                                  you when you arrived because, honestly, I wouldn’t have known you.”

                                  Eleanor.

                                  Jacksdale England 28th August 1946

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  I am sorry that I have not written for some time but honestly, I don’t know whether
                                  I’m coming or going. Mother handed the top floor of her house to us and the
                                  arrangement was that I should tidy our rooms and do our laundry and Mother would
                                  prepare the meals except for breakfast. It looked easy at first. All the rooms have wall to
                                  wall carpeting and there was a large vacuum cleaner in the box room. I was told a
                                  window cleaner would do the windows.

                                  Well the first time I used the Hoover I nearly died of fright. I pressed the switch
                                  and immediately there was a roar and the bag filled with air to bursting point, or so I
                                  thought. I screamed for Ann and she came at the run. I pointed to the bag and shouted
                                  above the din, “What must I do? It’s going to burst!” Ann looked at me in astonishment
                                  and said, “But Mummy that’s the way it works.” I couldn’t have her thinking me a
                                  complete fool so I switched the current off and explained to Ann how it was that I had
                                  never seen this type of equipment in action. How, in Tanganyika , I had never had a
                                  house with electricity and that, anyway, electric equipment would be superfluous
                                  because floors are of cement which the houseboy polishes by hand, one only has a
                                  few rugs or grass mats on the floor. “But what about Granny’s house in South Africa?’”
                                  she asked, so I explained about your Josephine who threatened to leave if you
                                  bought a Hoover because that would mean that you did not think she kept the house
                                  clean. The sad fact remains that, at fourteen, Ann knows far more about housework than I
                                  do, or rather did! I’m learning fast.

                                  The older children all go to school at different times in the morning. Ann leaves first
                                  by bus to go to her Grammar School at Sutton-in-Ashfield. Shortly afterwards George
                                  catches a bus for Nottingham where he attends the High School. So they have
                                  breakfast in relays, usually scrambled egg made from a revolting dried egg mixture.
                                  Then there are beds to make and washing and ironing to do, so I have little time for
                                  sightseeing, though on a few afternoons George has looked after the younger children
                                  and I have gone on bus tours in Derbyshire. Life is difficult here with all the restrictions on
                                  foodstuffs. We all have ration books so get our fair share but meat, fats and eggs are
                                  scarce and expensive. The weather is very wet. At first I used to hang out the washing
                                  and then rush to bring it in when a shower came. Now I just let it hang.

                                  We have left our imprint upon my Mother-in-law’s house for ever. Henry upset a
                                  bottle of Milk of Magnesia in the middle of the pale fawn bedroom carpet. John, trying to
                                  be helpful and doing some dusting, broke one of the delicate Dresden china candlesticks
                                  which adorn our bedroom mantelpiece.Jim and Henry have wrecked the once
                                  professionally landscaped garden and all the boys together bored a large hole through
                                  Mother’s prized cherry tree. So now Mother has given up and gone off to Bournemouth
                                  for a much needed holiday. Once a week I have the capable help of a cleaning woman,
                                  called for some reason, ‘Mrs Two’, but I have now got all the cooking to do for eight. Mrs
                                  Two is a godsend. She wears, of all things, a print mob cap with a hole in it. Says it
                                  belonged to her Grandmother. Her price is far beyond Rubies to me, not so much
                                  because she does, in a couple of hours, what it takes me all day to do, but because she
                                  sells me boxes of fifty cigarettes. Some non-smoking relative, who works in Players
                                  tobacco factory, passes on his ration to her. Until Mrs Two came to my rescue I had
                                  been starved of cigarettes. Each time I asked for them at the shop the grocer would say,
                                  “Are you registered with us?” Only very rarely would some kindly soul sell me a little
                                  packet of five Woodbines.

                                  England is very beautiful but the sooner we go home to Tanganyika, the better.
                                  On this, George and I and the children agree.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  Jacksdale England 20th September 1946

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  Our return passages have now been booked on the Winchester Castle and we
                                  sail from Southampton on October the sixth. I look forward to returning to Tanganyika but
                                  hope to visit England again in a few years time when our children are older and when
                                  rationing is a thing of the past.

                                  I have grown fond of my Sisters-in-law and admire my Mother-in-law very much.
                                  She has a great sense of humour and has entertained me with stories of her very
                                  eventful life, and told me lots of little stories of the children which did not figure in her
                                  letters. One which amused me was about young George. During one of the air raids
                                  early in the war when the sirens were screaming and bombers roaring overhead Mother
                                  made the two children get into the cloak cupboard under the stairs. Young George
                                  seemed quite unconcerned about the planes and the bombs but soon an anxious voice
                                  asked in the dark, “Gran, what will I do if a spider falls on me?” I am afraid that Mother is
                                  going to miss Ann and George very much.

                                  I had a holiday last weekend when Lottie and I went up to London on a spree. It
                                  was a most enjoyable weekend, though very rushed. We placed ourselves in the
                                  hands of Thos. Cook and Sons and saw most of the sights of London and were run off
                                  our feet in the process. As you all know London I shall not describe what I saw but just
                                  to say that, best of all, I enjoyed walking along the Thames embankment in the evening
                                  and the changing of the Guard at Whitehall. On Sunday morning Lottie and I went to
                                  Kew Gardens and in the afternoon walked in Kensington Gardens.

                                  We went to only one show, ‘The Skin of our Teeth’ starring Vivienne Leigh.
                                  Neither of us enjoyed the performance at all and regretted having spent so much on
                                  circle seats. The show was far too highbrow for my taste, a sort of satire on the survival
                                  of the human race. Miss Leigh was unrecognisable in a blond wig and her voice strident.
                                  However the night was not a dead loss as far as entertainment was concerned as we
                                  were later caught up in a tragicomedy at our hotel.

                                  We had booked communicating rooms at the enormous Imperial Hotel in Russell
                                  Square. These rooms were comfortably furnished but very high up, and we had a rather
                                  terrifying and dreary view from the windows of the enclosed courtyard far below. We
                                  had some snacks and a chat in Lottie’s room and then I moved to mine and went to bed.
                                  I had noted earlier that there was a special lock on the outer door of my room so that
                                  when the door was closed from the inside it automatically locked itself.
                                  I was just dropping off to sleep when I heard a hammering which seemed to
                                  come from my wardrobe. I got up, rather fearfully, and opened the wardrobe door and
                                  noted for the first time that the wardrobe was set in an opening in the wall and that the
                                  back of the wardrobe also served as the back of the wardrobe in the room next door. I
                                  quickly shut it again and went to confer with Lottie.

                                  Suddenly a male voice was raised next door in supplication, “Mary Mother of
                                  God, Help me! They’ve locked me in!” and the hammering resumed again, sometimes
                                  on the door, and then again on the back of the wardrobe of the room next door. Lottie
                                  had by this time joined me and together we listened to the prayers and to the
                                  hammering. Then the voice began to threaten, “If you don’t let me out I’ll jump out of the
                                  window.” Great consternation on our side of the wall. I went out into the passage and
                                  called through the door, “You’re not locked in. Come to your door and I’ll tell you how to
                                  open it.” Silence for a moment and then again the prayers followed by a threat. All the
                                  other doors in the corridor remained shut.

                                  Luckily just then a young man and a woman came walking down the corridor and I
                                  explained the situation. The young man hurried off for the night porter who went into the
                                  next door room. In a matter of minutes there was peace next door. When the night
                                  porter came out into the corridor again I asked for an explanation. He said quite casually,
                                  “It’s all right Madam. He’s an Irish Gentleman in Show Business. He gets like this on a
                                  Saturday night when he has had a drop too much. He won’t give any more trouble
                                  now.” And he didn’t. Next morning at breakfast Lottie and I tried to spot the gentleman in
                                  the Show Business, but saw no one who looked like the owner of that charming Irish
                                  voice.

                                  George had to go to London on business last Monday and took the older
                                  children with him for a few hours of sight seeing. They returned quite unimpressed.
                                  Everything was too old and dirty and there were far too many people about, but they
                                  had enjoyed riding on the escalators at the tube stations, and all agreed that the highlight
                                  of the trip was, “Dad took us to lunch at the Chicken Inn.”

                                  Now that it is almost time to leave England I am finding the housework less of a
                                  drudgery, Also, as it is school holiday time, Jim and Henry are able to go on walks with
                                  the older children and so use up some of their surplus energy. Cath and I took the
                                  children (except young George who went rabbit shooting with his uncle Reg, and
                                  Henry, who stayed at home with his dad) to the Wakes at Selston, the neighbouring
                                  village. There were the roundabouts and similar contraptions but the side shows had
                                  more appeal for the children. Ann and Kate found a stall where assorted prizes were
                                  spread out on a sloping table. Anyone who could land a penny squarely on one of
                                  these objects was given a similar one as a prize.

                                  I was touched to see that both girls ignored all the targets except a box of fifty
                                  cigarettes which they were determined to win for me. After numerous attempts, Kate
                                  landed her penny successfully and you would have loved to have seen her radiant little
                                  face.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  Dar es Salaam 22nd October 1946

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  Back in Tanganyika at last, but not together. We have to stay in Dar es Salaam
                                  until tomorrow when the train leaves for Dodoma. We arrived yesterday morning to find
                                  all the hotels filled with people waiting to board ships for England. Fortunately some
                                  friends came to the rescue and Ann, Kate and John have gone to stay with them. Jim,
                                  Henry and I are sleeping in a screened corner of the lounge of the New Africa Hotel, and
                                  George and young George have beds in the Palm Court of the same hotel.

                                  We travelled out from England in the Winchester Castle under troopship
                                  conditions. We joined her at Southampton after a rather slow train journey from
                                  Nottingham. We arrived after dark and from the station we could see a large ship in the
                                  docks with a floodlit red funnel. “Our ship,” yelled the children in delight, but it was not the
                                  Winchester Castle but the Queen Elizabeth, newly reconditioned.

                                  We had hoped to board our ship that evening but George made enquiries and
                                  found that we would not be allowed on board until noon next day. Without much hope,
                                  we went off to try to get accommodation for eight at a small hotel recommended by the
                                  taxi driver. Luckily for us there was a very motherly woman at the reception desk. She
                                  looked in amusement at the six children and said to me, “Goodness are all these yours,
                                  ducks? Then she called over her shoulder, “Wilf, come and see this lady with lots of
                                  children. We must try to help.” They settled the problem most satisfactorily by turning
                                  two rooms into a dormitory.

                                  In the morning we had time to inspect bomb damage in the dock area of
                                  Southampton. Most of the rubble had been cleared away but there are still numbers of
                                  damaged buildings awaiting demolition. A depressing sight. We saw the Queen Mary
                                  at anchor, still in her drab war time paint, but magnificent nevertheless.
                                  The Winchester Castle was crammed with passengers and many travelled in
                                  acute discomfort. We were luckier than most because the two girls, the three small boys
                                  and I had a stateroom to ourselves and though it was stripped of peacetime comforts,
                                  we had a private bathroom and toilet. The two Georges had bunks in a huge men-only
                                  dormitory somewhere in the bowls of the ship where they had to share communal troop
                                  ship facilities. The food was plentiful but unexciting and one had to queue for afternoon
                                  tea. During the day the decks were crowded and there was squatting room only. The
                                  many children on board got bored.

                                  Port Said provided a break and we were all entertained by the ‘Gully Gully’ man
                                  and his conjuring tricks, and though we had no money to spend at Simon Artz, we did at
                                  least have a chance to stretch our legs. Next day scores of passengers took ill with
                                  sever stomach upsets, whether from food poisoning, or as was rumoured, from bad
                                  water taken on at the Egyptian port, I don’t know. Only the two Georges in our family
                                  were affected and their attacks were comparatively mild.

                                  As we neared the Kenya port of Mombassa, the passengers for Dar es Salaam
                                  were told that they would have to disembark at Mombassa and continue their journey in
                                  a small coaster, the Al Said. The Winchester Castle is too big for the narrow channel
                                  which leads to Dar es Salaam harbour.

                                  From the wharf the Al Said looked beautiful. She was once the private yacht of
                                  the Sultan of Zanzibar and has lovely lines. Our admiration lasted only until we were
                                  shown our cabins. With one voice our children exclaimed, “Gosh they stink!” They did, of
                                  a mixture of rancid oil and sweat and stale urine. The beds were not yet made and the
                                  thin mattresses had ominous stains on them. John, ever fastidious, lifted his mattress and two enormous cockroaches scuttled for cover.

                                  We had a good homely lunch served by two smiling African stewards and
                                  afterwards we sat on deck and that was fine too, though behind ones enjoyment there
                                  was the thought of those stuffy and dirty cabins. That first night nearly everyone,
                                  including George and our older children, slept on deck. Women occupied deck chairs
                                  and men and children slept on the bare decks. Horrifying though the idea was, I decided
                                  that, as Jim had a bad cough, he, Henry and I would sleep in our cabin.

                                  When I announced my intention of sleeping in the cabin one of the passengers
                                  gave me some insecticide spray which I used lavishly, but without avail. The children
                                  slept but I sat up all night with the light on, determined to keep at least their pillows clear
                                  of the cockroaches which scurried about boldly regardless of the light. All the next day
                                  and night we avoided the cabins. The Al Said stopped for some hours at Zanzibar to
                                  offload her deck cargo of live cattle and packing cases from the hold. George and the
                                  elder children went ashore for a walk but I felt too lazy and there was plenty to watch
                                  from deck.

                                  That night I too occupied a deck chair and slept quite comfortably, and next
                                  morning we entered the palm fringed harbour of Dar es Salaam and were home.

                                  Eleanor.

                                  Mbeya 1st November 1946

                                  Dearest Family.

                                  Home at last! We are all most happily installed in a real family house about three
                                  miles out of Mbeya and near the school. This house belongs to an elderly German and
                                  has been taken over by the Custodian of Enemy Property and leased to the
                                  Government.

                                  The owner, whose name is Shenkel, was not interned but is allowed to occupy a
                                  smaller house on the Estate. I found him in the garden this morning lecturing the children
                                  on what they may do and may not do. I tried to make it quite clear to him that he was not
                                  our landlord, though he clearly thinks otherwise. After he had gone I had to take two
                                  aspirin and lie down to recover my composure! I had been warned that he has this effect
                                  on people.

                                  Mr Shenkel is a short and ugly man, his clothes are stained with food and he
                                  wears steel rimmed glasses tied round his head with a piece of dirty elastic because
                                  one earpiece is missing. He speaks with a thick German accent but his English is fluent
                                  and I believe he is a cultured and clever man. But he is maddening. The children were
                                  more amused than impressed by his exhortations and have happily Christened our
                                  home, ‘Old Shenks’.

                                  The house has very large grounds as the place is really a derelict farm. It suits us
                                  down to the ground. We had no sooner unpacked than George went off on safari after
                                  those maneating lions in the Njombe District. he accounted for one, and a further two
                                  jointly with a Game Scout, before we left for England. But none was shot during the five
                                  months we were away as George’s relief is quite inexperienced in such work. George
                                  thinks that there are still about a dozen maneaters at large. His theory is that a female
                                  maneater moved into the area in 1938 when maneating first started, and brought up her
                                  cubs to be maneaters, and those cubs in turn did the same. The three maneating lions
                                  that have been shot were all in very good condition and not old and maimed as
                                  maneaters usually are.

                                  George anticipates that it will be months before all these lions are accounted for
                                  because they are constantly on the move and cover a very large area. The lions have to
                                  be hunted on foot because they range over broken country covered by bush and fairly
                                  dense thicket.

                                  I did a bit of shooting myself yesterday and impressed our African servants and
                                  the children and myself. What a fluke! Our houseboy came to say that there was a snake
                                  in the garden, the biggest he had ever seen. He said it was too big to kill with a stick and
                                  would I shoot it. I had no gun but a heavy .450 Webley revolver and I took this and
                                  hurried out with the children at my heels.

                                  The snake turned out to be an unusually large puff adder which had just shed its
                                  skin. It looked beautiful in a repulsive way. So flanked by servants and children I took
                                  aim and shot, not hitting the head as I had planned, but breaking the snake’s back with
                                  the heavy bullet. The two native boys then rushed up with sticks and flattened the head.
                                  “Ma you’re a crack shot,” cried the kids in delighted surprise. I hope to rest on my laurels
                                  for a long, long while.

                                  Although there are only a few weeks of school term left the four older children will
                                  start school on Monday. Not only am I pleased with our new home here but also with
                                  the staff I have engaged. Our new houseboy, Reuben, (but renamed Robin by our
                                  children) is not only cheerful and willing but intelligent too, and Jumbe, the wood and
                                  garden boy, is a born clown and a source of great entertainment to the children.

                                  I feel sure that we are all going to be very happy here at ‘Old Shenks!.

                                  Eleanor.

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