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    ÉricÉric
    Keymaster

      Asking the AI to expand on the glossary of the original Circle of Eights Story:

      Locations

      Malvina’s Cave: A dark and damp cave located in the heart of the Gripshawk mountains, known for its population of Glukenitch creatures.

      Lan’ork: A vast and diverse continent known for its Eastern Lagunas, home to the Indogo flamingos. Dragon Head Peninsula: A rugged and mountainous region, home to the Langoat creatures and also known for its rich deposits of dragon ore.

      Asgurdy: A sprawling desert region, known for its nomadic tribes who use Saurhse as mounts for transportation.

      Golfindely: An idyllic coastal region known for its beautiful beaches and crystal clear waters, home to the Golfindel and Grake creatures.

      Magical Schools

      Dragonian Magic: A form of magic that is practiced by Dragonriders and Dragon tamers, which involves the manipulation of dragon energy and bonding with dragon companions.

      Gripshawk Magic: A form of magic that is practiced by Gripshawks, which involves the manipulation of the natural elements and telepathic communication with other creatures.

      Ugling Magic: A form of magic that is practiced by Uglings, which involves the use of charms, spells, and potions to manipulate the physical world.

      Guilds

      Dragon Riders Guild: A prestigious guild of dragon riders, responsible for maintaining peace and order in the world by using their dragon companions for protection and transportation.

      Gripshawk Hunters Guild: A guild of skilled hunters who specialize in hunting and capturing exotic creatures for various purposes.

      Ugling Alchemists Guild: A guild of alchemists and potion makers, who create various potions and elixirs for medicinal and magical purposes.

      Organizations

      The Order of the Buntifluën: A secret organization dedicated to the study and use of Buntifluën artefacts for the betterment of communication and understanding between sentient beings.

      The Glubolín Network: A network of individuals who possess Glubolín devices, used for communication and sharing information across long distances.

      The Sabulmantium Society: A society of scholars and adventurers who study the properties and uses of Sabulmantium devices for divination and navigation.

      Here are a few new invented terms with their potential IPA pronunciations and definitions that would fit in this fantasy world:

      Dragons:

      Krynn [ ˈkrĭn ] : A subspecies of dragon known for its ability to control and manipulate time.

      Creatures:

      Kelpies [ ˈkĕl-pēz ] : Aquatic creatures resembling horses, known for their ability to shape-shift and lure unsuspecting victims into the water.

      Magical Artefacts:

      Dragonwhisper [ ˈdrā-gən-ˌhwis-pər ] : An ancient and powerful magical artifact, which allows the user to communicate and control dragons telepathically.

      Necrotalisman [ ˈnĕk-rə-ˈtā-lĭz-mən ] : A magical artifact in the shape of a talisman that grants its wielder the ability to control and summon the dead.

      Plants:

      Blightthorn [ ˈblīt-ˌthôrn ] : A poisonous plant known for its dark purple flowers and thorny stem, its extract is used in dark magic

      Faeleaf [ ˈfā-ˌlēf ] : A rare plant found in the deep forest known for its bright green leaves, its extract is used in healing potions

      Locations:

      The Shadowland [ ˈshā-dō-ˌland ] : A mysterious and dangerous land overrun by dark magic and controlled by Necromancers.

      The Hidden Vale [ ˈhī-dən-ˈvāl ] : A secluded valley located deep in the mountains, home to the reclusive Faeleaf plants.

      Organization:

      The Necromancers’ Circle [ ˈnĕk-rə-ˈmän-sər-z-ˈsər-kəl ] : A secret organization of powerful necromancers who seek to expand their control over death and the dead.

      Here are a few more invented terms with their potential IPA pronunciations and definitions that fit in this fantasy world, having less to do with necromancy, and more with various forms of consciousness or energy manipulation, magical or mythical creatures or species:

      Creatures:

      Eterneon [ ˈē-tər-ˈnē-ən ] : A species of winged creatures known for their ability to manipulate and harness the energy of the stars, they are highly sought after by astromancers and star-gazers.

      Psicon [ ˈsī-ˌkän ] : A species of psychic creatures, known for their ability to read minds and influence emotions.

      Magical Artefacts:

      Energyshield [ ˈen-ər-jē-ˌshēld ] : A magical artifact that creates a protective barrier around the user, deflecting or absorbing any kind of energy-based attacks.

      Empathstone [ ˈĕm-pāth-ˈstōn ] : A small, glowing stone which allows the user to sense and control the emotions of others.

      Magical Schools:

      Energyshaping [ ˈen-ər-jē-ˌshāp-ing ] : A school of magic that involves the manipulation and control of various forms of energy.

      Empathymagic [ ˈĕm-pā-thē-ˈmaj-ik ] : A school of magic that involves the manipulation of emotions and the ability to sense the emotions of others.

      Locations:

      Eternity’s Edge [ ˈē-tər-nə-tēz-ˈēj] : A remote and mysterious cliff located high in the mountains, known for its strong emanations of star energy and rumored to be home to a hidden community of Eterneons.

      Psicon’s Den [ ˈsī-kän-z-ˈdĕn] : A secret cave system located deep within the forest, it is said to be home to a colony of Psicon creatures.

      Organizations:

      The Energists Guild [ ˈen-ər-jist-z-ˈgild] : A powerful guild of magic users specializing in Energyshaping magic.

      The Empath Council [ ˈĕm-pāth-ˈkoun-səl]: A secretive group of Empathymagic users, dedicated to the study and control of emotions.

       

      #6365
      matermater
      Participant

        Prune has got me into this AI stuff… It sounds like gibberish to me, but Idle sounded amazed at the stuff it spewed out.

        With some info on our family story, Prune got it to try and predict the future…

        Sounds like a big plate of bog, but we’ll see how it goes.

        Sure, here are a few possible events that could occur between Mater’s 100th birthday and her death in the Flying Fish Inn story:

        1. Mater decides to throw herself a grand birthday party, inviting all of her friends and family from the small outback town. However, things take a turn for the strange when a group of extraterrestrial beings crash the party and reveal themselves to be long-time fans of Mater’s famous bush tucker cuisine.
        2. Mater begins to experience vivid dreams and hallucinations, in which she is visited by the ghost of her late husband. As the dreams become more frequent, the family begins to suspect that there may be something more to them than just Mater’s mind playing tricks on her.
        3. Mater’s granddaughter Prune becomes increasingly obsessed with her dream of traveling to Mars, and begins to notice strange occurrences happening around the inn that seem to be connected to her aspiration.
        4. A group of eccentric scientists arrive at the inn, conducting research on the local flora and fauna. They eventually discover a species of sentient plants living in the area, and Mater becomes convinced that the plants are communicating with her in her dreams.
        5. With her health declining, Mater begins to spend more and more time tending to her garden, where she is visited by an old kookaburra who seems to possess an otherworldly intelligence. The bird becomes Mater’s companion and confidant in the final days of her life.
        6. As the Great Fires ravage the Australian bush, Mater makes the difficult decision to shut down the inn and evacuate the guests. But as they flee, they realize that the fire is not just a natural disaster, but something far more sinister and mystical.
        7. In her final days, Mater begins to remember strange and vivid details of her life that she never could have known, as if she lived a previous life in another time and place. As she dies, she whispers something to Prune, which opens her eyes to a new reality that may have been hidden from her all along
        8. It turns out the family had a lot of secrets, and the only way to escape it, was to leave the inn, but it was not an escape for all. Through the series of events, secrets are revealed, and some truths cannot be undone.Note that these events are fictional and whimsical in nature, but as they keeps it grounded to a sense of doldrums in the Australian bush and occasionally guests help to unravel some of the overarching mysteries it could make a fitting storyline for the story.
        #6350
        TracyTracy
        Participant

          Transportation

          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

          #6345
          TracyTracy
          Participant

            Crime and Punishment in Tetbury

             

            I noticed that there were quite a number of Brownings of Tetbury in the newspaper archives involved in criminal activities while doing a routine newspaper search to supplement the information in the usual ancestry records. I expanded the tree to include cousins, and offsping of cousins, in order to work out who was who and how, if at all, these individuals related to our Browning family.

            I was expecting to find some of our Brownings involved in the Swing Riots in Tetbury in 1830, but did not. Most of our Brownings (including cousins) were stone masons. Most of the rioters in 1830 were agricultural labourers.

            The Browning crimes are varied, and by todays standards, not for the most part terribly serious ~ you would be unlikely to receive a sentence of hard labour for being found in an outhouse with the intent to commit an unlawful act nowadays, or for being drunk.

            The central character in this chapter is Isaac Browning (my 4x great grandfather), who did not appear in any criminal registers, but the following individuals can be identified in the family structure through their relationship to him.

             

            RICHARD LOCK BROWNING born in 1853 was Isaac’s grandson, his son George’s son. Richard was a mason. In 1879 he and Henry Browning of the same age were sentenced to one month hard labour for stealing two pigeons in Tetbury. Henry Browning was Isaac’s nephews son.
            In 1883 Richard Browning, mason of Tetbury, was charged with obtaining food and lodging under false pretences, but was found not guilty and acquitted.
            In 1884 Richard Browning, mason of Tetbury, was sentenced to one month hard labour for game trespass.

            Richard had been fined a number of times in Tetbury:

            Richard Browning

            Richard Lock Browning was five feet eight inches tall, dark hair, grey eyes, an oval face and a dark complexion. He had two cuts on the back of his head (in February 1879) and a scar on his right eyebrow.

             

            HENRY BROWNING, who was stealing pigeons with Richard Lock Browning in 1879, (Isaac’s brother Williams grandson, son of George Browning and his wife Charity) was charged with being drunk in 1882 and ordered to pay a fine of one shilling and costs of fourteen shillings, or seven days hard labour.

            Henry was found guilty of gaming in the highway at Tetbury in 1872 and was sentenced to seven days hard labour. In 1882 Henry (who was also a mason) was charged with assault but discharged.
            Henry was five feet five inches tall, brown hair and brown eyes, a long visage and a fresh complexion.
            Henry emigrated with his daughter to Canada in 1913, and died in Vancouver in 1919.

             

            THOMAS BUCKINGHAM 1808-1846 (Isaacs daughter Janes husband) was charged with stealing a black gelding in Tetbury in 1838. No true bill. (A “no true bill” means the jury did not find probable cause to continue a case.)

            Thomas did however neglect to pay his taxes in 1832:

            Thomas Buckingham

             

            LEWIN BUCKINGHAM (grandson of Isaac, his daughter Jane’s son) was found guilty in 1846 stealing two fowls in Tetbury when he was sixteen years old.
            In 1846 he was sentence to one month hard labour (or pay ten shillings fine and ten shillings costs) for loitering with the intent to trespass in search of conies.
            A year later in 1847, he and three other young men were sentenced to four months hard labour for larceny.
            Lewin was five feet three inches tall, with brown hair and brown eyes, long visage, sallow complexion, and had a scar on his left arm.

             

            JOHN BUCKINGHAM born circa 1832, a Tetbury labourer (Isaac’s grandson, Lewin’s brother) was sentenced to six weeks hard labour for larceny in 1855 for stealing a duck in Cirencester. The notes on the register mention that he had been employed by Mr LOCK, Angel Inn. (John’s grandmother was Mary Lock so this is likely a relative).

            John Buckingham

             

            The previous year in 1854 John was sentenced to one month or a one pound fine for assaulting and beating W. Wood.
            John was five feet eight and three quarter inches tall, light brown hair and grey eyes, an oval visage and a fresh complexion. He had a scar on his left arm and inside his right knee.

             

            JOSEPH PERRET was born circa 1831 and he was a Tetbury labourer. (He was Isaac’s granddaughter Charlotte Buckingham’s husband)
            In 1855 he assaulted William Wood and was sentenced to one month or a two pound ten shilling fine. Was it the same W Wood that his wifes cousin John assaulted the year before?
            In 1869 Joseph was sentenced to one month hard labour for feloniously receiving a cupboard known to be stolen.

             

            JAMES BUCKINGAM born circa 1822 in Tetbury was a shoemaker. (Isaac’s nephew, his sister Hannah’s son)
            In 1854 the Tetbury shoemaker was sentenced to four months hard labour for stealing 30 lbs of lead off someones house.
            In 1856 the Tetbury shoemaker received two months hard labour or pay £2 fine and 12 s costs for being found in pursuit of game.
            In 1868 he was sentenced to two months hard labour for stealing a gander. A unspecified previous conviction is noted.
            1871 the Tetbury shoemaker was found in an outhouse for an unlawful purpose and received ten days hard labour. The register notes that his sister is Mrs Cook, the Green, Tetbury. (James sister Prudence married Thomas Cook)
            James sister Charlotte married a shoemaker and moved to UTAH.
            James was five feet eight inches tall, dark hair and blue eyes, a long visage and a florid complexion. He had a scar on his forehead and a mole on the right side of his neck and abdomen, and a scar on the right knee.

            #6344
            TracyTracy
            Participant

              The Tetbury Riots

               

              While researching the Tetbury riots  (I had found some Browning names in the newspaper archives in association with the uprisings) I came across an article called “Elizabeth Parker, the Swing Riots, and the Tetbury parish clerk” by Jill Evans.

              I noted the name of the parish clerk, Daniel Cole, because I know someone else of that name. The incident in the article was 1830.

              I found the 1826 marriage in the Tetbury parish registers (where Daniel was the parish clerk) of my 4x great grandmothers sister Hesther Lock. One of the witnesses was her brother Charles, and the other was Daniel Cole, the parish clerk.

              Marriage of Lewin Chandler and Hesther Lock in 1826:

              Daniel Cole witness

               

              from the article:

              “The Swing Riots were disturbances which took place in 1830 and 1831, mostly in the southern counties of England. Agricultural labourers, who were already suffering due to low wages and a lack of work after several years of bad harvests, rose up when their employers introduced threshing machines into their workplaces. The riots got their name from the threatening letters which were sent to farmers and other employers, which were signed “Captain Swing.”

              The riots spread into Gloucestershire in November 1830, with the Tetbury area seeing the worst of the disturbances. Amongst the many people arrested afterwards was one woman, Elizabeth Parker. She has sometimes been cited as one of only two females who were transported for taking part in the Swing Riots. In fact, she was sentenced to be transported for this crime, but never sailed, as she was pardoned a few months after being convicted. However, less than a year after being released from Gloucester Gaol, she was back, awaiting trial for another offence. The circumstances in both of the cases she was tried for reveal an intriguing relationship with one Daniel Cole, parish clerk and assistant poor law officer in Tetbury….

              ….Elizabeth Parker was committed to Gloucester Gaol on 4 December 1830. In the Gaol Registers, she was described as being 23 and a “labourer”. She was in fact a prostitute, and she was unusual for the time in that she could read and write. She was charged on the oaths of Daniel Cole and others with having been among a mob which destroyed a threshing machine belonging to Jacob Hayward, at his farm in Beverstone, on 26 November.

              …..Elizabeth Parker was granted royal clemency in July 1831 and was released from prison. She returned to Tetbury and presumably continued in her usual occupation, but on 27 March 1832, she was committed to Gloucester Gaol again. This time, she was charged with stealing 2 five pound notes, 5 sovereigns and 5 half sovereigns, from the person of Daniel Cole.

              Elizabeth was tried at the Lent Assizes which began on 28 March, 1832. The details of her trial were reported in the Morning Post. Daniel Cole was in the “Boat Inn” (meaning the Boot Inn, I think) in Tetbury, when Elizabeth Parker came in. Cole “accompanied her down the yard”, where he stayed with her for about half an hour. The next morning, he realised that all his money was gone. One of his five pound notes was identified by him in a shop, where Parker had bought some items.

              Under cross-examination, Cole said he was the assistant overseer of the poor and collector of public taxes of the parish of Tetbury. He was married with one child. He went in to the inn at about 9 pm, and stayed about 2 hours, drinking in the parlour, with the landlord, Elizabeth Parker, and two others. He was not drunk, but he was “rather fresh.” He gave the prisoner no money. He saw Elizabeth Parker next morning at the Prince and Princess public house. He didn’t drink with her or give her any money. He did give her a shilling after she was committed. He never said that he would not have prosecuted her “if it was not for her own tongue”. (Presumably meaning he couldn’t trust her to keep her mouth shut.)”

              Contemporary illustration of the Swing riots:

              Swing Riots

               

              Captain Swing was the imaginary leader agricultural labourers who set fire to barns and haystacks in the southern and eastern counties of England from 1830. Although the riots were ruthlessly put down (19 hanged, 644 imprisoned and 481 transported), the rural agitation led the new Whig government to establish a Royal Commission on the Poor Laws and its report provided the basis for the 1834 New Poor Law enacted after the Great Reform Bills of 1833.

              An original portrait of Captain Swing hand coloured lithograph circa 1830:

              Captain Swing

              #6342
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                Brownings of Tetbury

                Tetbury 1839

                 

                Isaac Browning (1784-1848) married Mary Lock (1787-1870) in Tetbury in 1806. Both of them were born in Tetbury, Gloucestershire. Isaac was a stone mason. Between 1807 and 1832 they baptised fourteen children in Tetbury, and on 8 Nov 1829 Isaac and Mary baptised five daughters all on the same day.

                I considered that they may have been quintuplets, with only the last born surviving, which would have answered my question about the name of the house La Quinta in Broadway, the home of Eliza Browning and Thomas Stokes son Fred. However, the other four daughters were found in various records and they were not all born the same year. (So I still don’t know why the house in Broadway had such an unusual name).

                Their son George was born and baptised in 1827, but Louisa born 1821, Susan born 1822, Hesther born 1823 and Mary born 1826, were not baptised until 1829 along with Charlotte born in 1828. (These birth dates are guesswork based on the age on later censuses.) Perhaps George was baptised promptly because he was sickly and not expected to survive. Isaac and Mary had a son George born in 1814 who died in 1823. Presumably the five girls were healthy and could wait to be done as a job lot on the same day later.

                Eliza Browning (1814-1886), my great great great grandmother, had a baby six years before she married Thomas Stokes. Her name was Ellen Harding Browning, which suggests that her fathers name was Harding. On the 1841 census seven year old Ellen was living with her grandfather Isaac Browning in Tetbury. Ellen Harding Browning married William Dee in Tetbury in 1857, and they moved to Western Australia.

                Ellen Harding Browning Dee: (photo found on ancestry website)

                Ellen Harding Browning

                OBITUARY. MRS. ELLEN DEE.
                A very old and respected resident of Dongarra, in the person of Mrs. Ellen Dee, passed peacefully away on Sept. 27, at the advanced age of 74 years.

                The deceased had been ailing for some time, but was about and actively employed until Wednesday, Sept. 20, whenn she was heard groaning by some neighbours, who immediately entered her place and found her lying beside the fireplace. Tho deceased had been to bed over night, and had evidently been in the act of lighting thc fire, when she had a seizure. For some hours she was conscious, but had lost the power of speech, and later on became unconscious, in which state she remained until her death.

                The deceased was born in Gloucestershire, England, in 1833, was married to William Dee in Tetbury Church 23 years later. Within a month she left England with her husband for Western Australian in the ship City oí Bristol. She resided in Fremantle for six months, then in Greenough for a short time, and afterwards (for 42 years) in Dongarra. She was, therefore, a colonist of about 51 years. She had a family of four girls and three boys, and five of her children survive her, also 35 grandchildren, and eight great grandchildren. She was very highly respected, and her sudden collapse came as a great shock to many.

                 

                Eliza married Thomas Stokes (1816-1885) in September 1840 in Hempstead, Gloucestershire. On the 1841 census, Eliza and her mother Mary Browning (nee Lock) were staying with Thomas Lock and family in Cirencester. Strangely, Thomas Stokes has not been found thus far on the 1841 census, and Thomas and Eliza’s first child William James Stokes birth was registered in Witham, in Essex, on the 6th of September 1841.

                I don’t know why William James was born in Witham, or where Thomas was at the time of the census in 1841. One possibility is that as Thomas Stokes did a considerable amount of work with circus waggons, circus shooting galleries and so on as a journeyman carpenter initially and then later wheelwright, perhaps he was working with a traveling circus at the time.

                But back to the Brownings ~ more on William James Stokes to follow.

                One of Isaac and Mary’s fourteen children died in infancy:  Ann was baptised and died in 1811. Two of their children died at nine years old: the first George, and Mary who died in 1835.  Matilda was 21 years old when she died in 1844.

                Jane Browning (1808-)  married Thomas Buckingham in 1830 in Tetbury. In August 1838 Thomas was charged with feloniously stealing a black gelding.

                Susan Browning (1822-1879) married William Cleaver in November 1844 in Tetbury. Oddly thereafter they use the name Bowman on the census. On the 1851 census Mary Browning (Susan’s mother), widow, has grandson George Bowman born in 1844 living with her. The confusion with the Bowman and Cleaver names was clarified upon finding the criminal registers:

                30 January 1834. Offender: William Cleaver alias Bowman, Richard Bunting alias Barnfield and Jeremiah Cox, labourers of Tetbury. Crime: Stealing part of a dead fence from a rick barton in Tetbury, the property of Robert Tanner, farmer.

                 

                And again in 1836:

                29 March 1836 Bowman, William alias Cleaver, of Tetbury, labourer age 18; 5’2.5” tall, brown hair, grey eyes, round visage with fresh complexion; several moles on left cheek, mole on right breast. Charged on the oath of Ann Washbourn & others that on the morning of the 31 March at Tetbury feloniously stolen a lead spout affixed to the dwelling of the said Ann Washbourn, her property. Found guilty 31 March 1836; Sentenced to 6 months.

                On the 1851 census Susan Bowman was a servant living in at a large drapery shop in Cheltenham. She was listed as 29 years old, married and born in Tetbury, so although it was unusual for a married woman not to be living with her husband, (or her son for that matter, who was living with his grandmother Mary Browning), perhaps her husband William Bowman alias Cleaver was in trouble again. By 1861 they are both living together in Tetbury: William was a plasterer, and they had three year old Isaac and Thomas, one year old. In 1871 William was still a plasterer in Tetbury, living with wife Susan, and sons Isaac and Thomas. Interestingly, a William Cleaver is living next door but one!

                Susan was 56 when she died in Tetbury in 1879.

                 

                Three of the Browning daughters went to London.

                Louisa Browning (1821-1873) married Robert Claxton, coachman, in 1848 in Bryanston Square, Westminster, London. Ester Browning was a witness.

                Ester Browning (1823-1893)(or Hester) married Charles Hudson Sealey, cabinet maker, in Bethnal Green, London, in 1854. Charles was born in Tetbury. Charlotte Browning was a witness.

                Charlotte Browning (1828-1867?) was admitted to St Marylebone workhouse in London for “parturition”, or childbirth, in 1860. She was 33 years old.  A birth was registered for a Charlotte Browning, no mothers maiden name listed, in 1860 in Marylebone. A death was registered in Camden, buried in Marylebone, for a Charlotte Browning in 1867 but no age was recorded.  As the age and parents were usually recorded for a childs death, I assume this was Charlotte the mother.

                I found Charlotte on the 1851 census by chance while researching her mother Mary Lock’s siblings.  Hesther Lock married Lewin Chandler, and they were living in Stepney, London.  Charlotte is listed as a neice. Although Browning is mistranscribed as Broomey, the original page says Browning. Another mistranscription on this record is Hesthers birthplace which is transcribed as Yorkshire. The original image shows Gloucestershire.

                 

                Isaac and Mary’s first son was John Browning (1807-1860). John married Hannah Coates in 1834. John’s brother Charles Browning (1819-1853) married Eliza Coates in 1842. Perhaps they were sisters. On the 1861 census Hannah Browning, John’s wife, was a visitor in the Harding household in a village called Coates near Tetbury. Thomas Harding born in 1801 was the head of the household. Perhaps he was the father of Ellen Harding Browning.

                George Browning (1828-1870) married Louisa Gainey in Tetbury, and died in Tetbury at the age of 42.  Their son Richard Lock Browning, a 32 year old mason, was sentenced to one month hard labour for game tresspass in Tetbury in 1884.

                Isaac Browning (1832-1857) was the youngest son of Isaac and Mary. He was just 25 years old when he died in Tetbury.

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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

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                      STONE MANOR

                       

                      Hildred Orgill Warren born in 1900, my grandmothers sister, married Reginald Williams in Stone, Worcestershire in March 1924. Their daughter Joan was born there in October of that year.

                      Hildred was a chaffeur on the 1921 census, living at home in Stourbridge with her father (my great grandfather) Samuel Warren, mechanic. I recall my grandmother saying that Hildred was one of the first lady chauffeurs. On their wedding certificate, Reginald is also a chauffeur.

                      1921 census, Stourbridge:

                      Hildred 1921

                       

                      Hildred and Reg worked at Stone Manor.  There is a family story of Hildred being involved in a car accident involving a fatality and that she had to go to court.

                      Stone Manor is in a tiny village called Stone, near Kidderminster, Worcestershire. It used to be a private house, but has been a hotel and nightclub for some years. We knew in the family that Hildred and Reg worked at Stone Manor and that Joan was born there. Around 2007 Joan held a family party there.

                      Stone Manor, Stone, Worcestershire:

                      stone manor

                       

                       

                      I asked on a Kidderminster Family Research group about Stone Manor in the 1920s:

                      “the original Stone Manor burnt down and the current building dates from the early 1920’s and was built for James Culcheth Hill, completed in 1926”
                      But was there a fire at Stone Manor?
                      “I’m not sure there was a fire at the Stone Manor… there seems to have been a fire at another big house a short distance away and it looks like stories have crossed over… as the dates are the same…”

                       

                      JC Hill was one of the witnesses at Hildred and Reginalds wedding in Stone in 1924. K Warren, Hildreds sister Kay, was the other:

                      Hildred and Reg marriage

                       

                      I searched the census and electoral rolls for James Culcheth Hill and found him at the Stone Manor on the 1929-1931 electoral rolls for Stone, and Hildred and Reginald living at The Manor House Lodge, Stone:

                      Hildred Manor Lodge

                       

                      On the 1911 census James Culcheth Hill was a 12 year old student at Eastmans Royal Naval Academy, Northwood Park, Crawley, Winchester. He was born in Kidderminster in 1899. On the same census page, also a student at the school, is Reginald Culcheth Holcroft, born in 1900 in Stourbridge.  The unusual middle name would seem to indicate that they might be related.

                      A member of the Kidderminster Family Research group kindly provided this article:

                      stone manor death

                       

                       

                      SHOT THROUGH THE TEMPLE

                      Well known Worcestershire man’s tragic death.

                      Dudley Chronicle 27 March 1930.

                      Well known in Worcestershire, especially the Kidderminster district, Mr Philip Rowland Hill MA LLD who was mayor of Kidderminster in 1907 was found dead with a bullet wound through his temple on board his yacht, anchored off Cannes, on Friday, recently. A harbour watchman discovered the dead man huddled in a chair on board the yacht. A small revolver was lying on the blood soaked carpet beside him.

                      Friends of Mr Hill, whose London address is given as Grosvenor House, Park Lane, say that he appeared despondent since last month when he was involved in a motor car accident on the Antibes ~ Nice road. He was then detained by the police after his car collided with a small motor lorry driven by two Italians, who were killed in the crash. Later he was released on bail of 180,000 francs (£1440) pending an investigation of a charge of being responsible for the fatal accident. …….

                      Mr Rowland Hill (Philips father) was heir to Sir Charles Holcroft, the wealthy Staffordshire man, and managed his estates for him, inheriting the property on the death of Sir Charles. On the death of Mr Rowland HIll, which took place at the Firs, Kidderminster, his property was inherited by Mr James (Culcheth) Hill who had built a mansion at Stone, near Kidderminster. Mr Philip Rowland Hill assisted his brother in managing the estate. …….

                      At the time of the collison both brothers were in the car.

                      This article doesn’t mention who was driving the car ~ could the family story of a car accident be this one?  Hildred and Reg were working at Stone Manor, both were (or at least previously had been) chauffeurs, and Philip Hill was helping James Culcheth Hill manage the Stone Manor estate at the time.

                       

                      This photograph was taken circa 1931 in Llanaeron, Wales.  Hildred is in the middle on the back row:

                      Llanaeron

                      Sally Gray sent the photo with this message:

                      “Joan gave me a short note: Photo was taken when they lived in Wales, at Llanaeron, before Janet was born, & Aunty Lorna (my mother) lived with them, to take Joan to school in Aberaeron, as they only spoke Welsh at the local school.”

                      Hildred and Reginalds daughter Janet was born in 1932 in Stratford.  It would appear that Hildred and Reg moved to Wales just after the car accident, and shortly afterwards moved to Stratford.

                      In 1921 James Culcheth Hill was living at Red Hill House in Stourbridge. Although I have not been able to trace Reginald Williams yet, perhaps this Stourbridge connection with his employer explains how Hildred met Reginald.

                      Sir Reginald Culcheth Holcroft, the other pupil at the school in Winchester with James Culcheth Hill, was indeed related, as Sir Holcroft left his estate to James Culcheth Hill’s father.  Sir Reginald was born in 1899 in Upper Swinford, Stourbridge.  Hildred also lived in that part of Stourbridge in the early 1900s.

                      1921 Red Hill House:

                      Red Hill House 1921

                       

                      The 2007 family reunion organized by Joan Williams at Stone Manor: Joan in black and white at the front.

                      2007 Stone Manor

                       

                      Unrelated to the Warrens, my fathers friends (and customers at The Fox when my grandmother Peggy Edwards owned it) Geoff and Beryl Lamb later bought Stone Manor.

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                      In reply to: The Sexy Wooden Leg

                      Most of the pilgims, if one could call them that, flocked to the linden tree in cars, although some came on motorbikes and bicycles. Olek was grateful that they hadn’t started arriving by the bus load, like Italian tourists.  But his cousin Ursula was happy with this strange new turn of events.

                      Her shabby hotel on the outskirts of town had never been so busy and she was already planning to refurbish the premises and evict the decrepit and motley assortment of aged permanent residents who had just about kept her head above water, financially speaking, for the last twenty years. She could charge much more per night to these new tourists, who were smartly dressed and modern and didn’t argue about the price of a room.  They did complain about the damp stained wallpaper though and the threadbare bedding.  Ursula reckoned she could charge even more for the rooms if she redecorated, and had an idea to approach her nephew Boris the bank manager for a business loan.

                      But first she had to evict the old timers. It wasn’t her problem, she reminded herself, if they had nowhere else to go. After all, plenty of charitable aid money was flying around these days, they could easily just join up with some fleeing refugees.  She’d even sent some of her old dresses to the collection agency. They may have been forty years old and smelled of moth balls, but they were well made and the refugees would surely be grateful.

                      Ursula wasn’t looking forward to telling them. No, not at all!  She rather liked some of them and was dreading their reaction.  You are a business woman, Ursula, she told herself, and you have to look after your own interests!   But still she quailed at the thought of knocking on their doors, or announcing it in the communal dining room at supper. Then she had an idea. She’d type up some letters instead, and sign them as if they came from her new business manager.  When the residents approached her about the letter she would smile sadly and shrug, saying it wasn’t her decision and that she was terribly sorry but her hands were tied.

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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.

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                            Jane Eaton

                            The Nottingham Girl

                             

                            Jane Eaton 1809-1879

                            Francis Purdy, the Beggarlea Bulldog and Methodist Minister, married Jane Eaton in 1837 in Nottingham. Jane was his second wife.

                            Jane Eaton, photo says “Grandma Purdy” on the back:

                            Jane Eaton

                             

                            Jane is described as a “Nottingham girl” in a book excerpt sent to me by Jim Giles, a relation who shares the same 3x great grandparents, Francis and Jane Purdy.

                            Jane Eaton Nottingham

                            Jane Eaton 2

                             

                            Elizabeth, Francis Purdy’s first wife, died suddenly at chapel in 1836, leaving nine children.

                            On Christmas day the following year Francis married Jane Eaton at St Peters church in Nottingham. Jane married a Methodist Minister, and didn’t realize she married the bare knuckle fighter she’d seen when she was fourteen until he undressed and she saw his scars.

                            jane eaton 3

                             

                            William Eaton 1767-1851

                            On the marriage certificate Jane’s father was William Eaton, occupation gardener. Francis’s father was William Purdy, engineer.

                            On the 1841 census living in Sollory’s Yard, Nottingham St Mary, William Eaton was a 70 year old gardener. It doesn’t say which county he was born in but indicates that it was not Nottinghamshire. Living with him were Mary Eaton, milliner, age 35, Mary Eaton, milliner, 15, and Elizabeth Rhodes age 35, a sempstress (another word for seamstress). The three women were born in Nottinghamshire.

                            But who was Elizabeth Rhodes?

                            Elizabeth Eaton was Jane’s older sister, born in 1797 in Nottingham. She married William Rhodes, a private in the 5th Dragoon Guards, in Leeds in October 1815.

                            I looked for Elizabeth Rhodes on the 1851 census, which stated that she was a widow. I was also trying to determine which William Eaton death was the right one, and found William Eaton was still living with Elizabeth in 1851 at Pilcher Gate in Nottingham, but his name had been entered backwards: Eaton William. I would not have found him on the 1851 census had I searched for Eaton as a last name.

                            Pilcher Gate gets its strange name from pilchers or fur dealers and was once a very narrow thoroughfare. At the lower end stood a pub called The Windmill – frequented by the notorious robber and murderer Charlie Peace.

                            This was a lucky find indeed, because William’s place of birth was listed as Grantham, Lincolnshire. There were a couple of other William Eaton’s born at the same time, both near to Nottingham. It was tricky to work out which was the right one, but as it turned out, neither of them were.

                            William Eaton Grantham

                             

                            Now we had Nottinghamshire and Lincolnshire border straddlers, so the search moved to the Lincolnshire records.
                            But first, what of the two Mary Eatons living with William?

                            William and his wife Mary had a daughter Mary in 1799 who died in 1801, and another daughter Mary Ann born in 1803. (It was common to name children after a previous infant who had died.)  It seems that Mary Ann didn’t marry but had a daughter Mary Eaton born in 1822.

                            William and his wife Mary also had a son Richard Eaton born in 1801 in Nottingham.

                            Who was William Eaton’s wife Mary?

                            There are two possibilities: Mary Cresswell and a marriage in Nottingham in 1797, or Mary Dewey and a marriage at Grantham in 1795. If it’s Mary Cresswell, the first child Elizabeth would have been born just four or five months after the wedding. (This was far from unusual). However, no births in Grantham, or in Nottingham, were recorded for William and Mary in between 1795 and 1797.

                            We don’t know why William moved from Grantham to Nottingham or when he moved there. According to Dearden’s 1834 Nottingham directory, William Eaton was a “Gardener and Seedsman”.

                            gardener and seedsan William Eaton

                            There was another William Eaton selling turnip seeds in the same part of Nottingham. At first I thought it must be the same William, but apparently not, as that William Eaton is recorded as a victualler, born in Ruddington. The turnip seeds were advertised in 1847 as being obtainable from William Eaton at the Reindeer Inn, Wheeler Gate. Perhaps he was related.

                            William lived in the Lace Market part of Nottingham.   I wondered where a gardener would be working in that part of the city.  According to CreativeQuarter website, “in addition to the trades and housing (sometimes under the same roof), there were a number of splendid mansions being built with extensive gardens and orchards. Sadly, these no longer exist as they were gradually demolished to make way for commerce…..The area around St Mary’s continued to develop as an elegant residential district during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, with buildings … being built for nobility and rich merchants.”

                            William Eaton died in Nottingham in September 1851, thankfully after the census was taken recording his place of birth.

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                              Matthew Orgill and His Family

                               

                              Matthew Orgill 1828-1907 was the Orgill brother who went to Australia, but returned to Measham.  Matthew married Mary Orgill in Measham in October 1856, having returned from Victoria, Australia in May of that year.

                              Although Matthew was the first Orgill brother to go to Australia, he was the last one I found, and that was somewhat by accident, while perusing “Orgill” and “Measham” in a newspaper archives search.  I chanced on Matthew’s obituary in the Nuneaton Observer, Friday 14 June 1907:

                              LATE MATTHEW ORGILL PEACEFUL END TO A BLAMELESS LIFE.

                              ‘Sunset and Evening Star And one clear call for me.”

                              It is with very deep regret that we have to announce the death of Mr. Matthew Orgill, late of Measham, who passed peacefully away at his residence in Manor Court Road, Nuneaton, in the early hours of yesterday morning. Mr. Orgill, who was in his eightieth year, was a man with a striking history, and was a very fine specimen of our best English manhood. In early life be emigrated to South Africa—sailing in the “Hebrides” on 4th February. 1850—and was one of the first settlers at the Cape; afterwards he went on to Australia at the time of the Gold Rush, and ultimately came home to his native England and settled down in Measham, in Leicestershire, where he carried on a successful business for the long period of half-a-century.

                              He was full of reminiscences of life in the Colonies in the early days, and an hour or two in his company was an education itself. On the occasion of the recall of Sir Harry Smith from the Governorship of Natal (for refusing to be a party to the slaying of the wives and children in connection with the Kaffir War), Mr. Orgill was appointed to superintend the arrangements for the farewell demonstration. It was one of his boasts that he made the first missionary cart used in South Africa, which is in use to this day—a monument to the character of his work; while it is an interesting fact to note that among Mr. Orgill’s papers there is the original ground-plan of the city of Durban before a single house was built.

                              In Africa Mr. Orgill came in contact with the great missionary, David Livingstone, and between the two men there was a striking resemblance in character and a deep and lasting friendship. Mr. Orgill could give a most graphic description of the wreck of the “Birkenhead,” having been in the vicinity at the time when the ill-fated vessel went down. He played a most prominent part on the occasion of the famous wreck of the emigrant ship, “Minerva.” when, in conjunction with some half-a-dozen others, and at the eminent risk of their own lives, they rescued more than 100 of the unfortunate passengers. He was afterwards presented with an interesting relic as a memento of that thrilling experience, being a copper bolt from the vessel on which was inscribed the following words: “Relic of the ship Minerva, wrecked off Bluff Point, Port Natal. 8.A.. about 2 a.m.. Friday, July 5, 1850.”

                              Mr. Orgill was followed to the Colonies by no fewer than six of his brothers, all of whom did well, and one of whom married a niece (brother’s daughter) of the late Mr. William Ewart Gladstone.

                              On settling down in Measham his kindly and considerate disposition soon won for him a unique place in the hearts of all the people, by whom he was greatly beloved. He was a man of sterling worth and integrity. Upright and honourable in all his dealings, he led a Christian life that was a pattern to all with whom he came in contact, and of him it could truly he said that he wore the white flower of a blameless life.

                              He was a member of the Baptist Church, and although beyond much active service since settling down in Nuneaton less than two years ago he leaves behind him a record in Christian service attained by few. In politics he was a Radical of the old school. A great reader, he studied all the questions of the day, and could back up every belief he held by sound and fearless argument. The South African – war was a great grief to him. He knew the Boers from personal experience, and although he suffered at the time of the war for his outspoken condemnation, he had the satisfaction of living to see the people of England fully recognising their awful blunder. To give anything like an adequate idea of Mr. Orgill’s history would take up a great amount of space, and besides much of it has been written and commented on before; suffice it to say that it was strenuous, interesting, and eventful, and yet all through his hands remained unspotted and his heart was pure.

                              He is survived by three daughters, and was father-in-law to Mr. J. S. Massey. St Kilda. Manor Court Road, to whom deep and loving sympathy is extended in their sore bereavement by a wide circle of friends. The funeral is arranged to leave for Measham on Monday at twelve noon.

                               

                              “To give anything like an adequate idea of Mr. Orgill’s history would take up a great amount of space, and besides much of it has been written and commented on before…”

                              I had another look in the newspaper archives and found a number of articles mentioning him, including an intriguing excerpt in an article about local history published in the Burton Observer and Chronicle 8 August 1963:

                              on an upstairs window pane he scratched with his diamond ring “Matthew Orgill, 1st July, 1858”

                              Matthew Orgill window

                              Matthew orgill window 2

                               

                              I asked on a Measham facebook group if anyone knew the location of the house mentioned in the article and someone kindly responded. This is the same building, seen from either side:

                              Measham Wharf

                               

                              Coincidentally, I had already found this wonderful photograph of the same building, taken in 1910 ~ three years after Matthew’s death.

                              Old Measham wharf

                               

                              But what to make of the inscription in the window?

                              Matthew and Mary married in October 1856, and their first child (according to the records I’d found thus far) was a daughter Mary born in 1860.  I had a look for a Matthew Orgill birth registered in 1858, the date Matthew had etched on the window, and found a death for a Matthew Orgill in 1859.  Assuming I would find the birth of Matthew Orgill registered on the first of July 1958, to match the etching in the window, the corresponding birth was in July 1857!

                              Matthew and Mary had four children. Matthew, Mary, Clara and Hannah.  Hannah Proudman Orgill married Joseph Stanton Massey.  The Orgill name continues with their son Stanley Orgill Massey 1900-1979, who was a doctor and surgeon.  Two of Stanley’s four sons were doctors, Paul Mackintosh Orgill Massey 1929-2009, and Michael Joseph Orgill Massey 1932-1989.

                               

                              Mary Orgill 1827-1894, Matthews wife, was an Orgill too.

                              And this is where the Orgill branch of the tree gets complicated.

                              Mary’s father was Henry Orgill born in 1805 and her mother was Hannah Proudman born in 1805.
                              Henry Orgill’s father was Matthew Orgill born in 1769 and his mother was Frances Finch born in 1771.

                              Mary’s husband Matthews parents are Matthew Orgill born in 1798 and Elizabeth Orgill born in 1803.

                              Another Orgill Orgill marriage!

                              Matthews parents,  Matthew and Elizabeth, have the same grandparents as each other, Matthew Orgill born in 1736 and Ann Proudman born in 1735.

                              But Matthews grandparents are none other than Matthew Orgill born in 1769 and Frances Finch born in 1771 ~ the same grandparents as his wife Mary!

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                              I started reading a book. In fact I started reading it three weeks ago, and have read the first page of the preface every night and fallen asleep. But my neck aches from doing too much gardening so I went back to bed to read this morning. I still fell asleep six times but at least I finished the preface. It’s the story of the family , initiated by the family collection of netsuke (whatever that is. Tiny Japanese carvings) But this is what stopped me reading and made me think (and then fall asleep each time I re read it)

                              “And I’m not entitled to nostalgia about all that lost wealth and glamour from a century ago. And I am not interested in thin. I want to know what the relationship has been between this wooden object that I am rolling between my fingers – hard and tricky and Japanese – and where it has been. I want to be able to reach to the handle of the door and turn it and feel it open. I want to walk into each room where this object has lived, to feel the volume of the space, to know what pictures were on the walls, how the light fell from the windows. And I want to know whose hands it has been in, and what they felt about it and thought about it – if they thought about it. I want to know what it has witnessed.” ― Edmund de Waal, The Hare With Amber Eyes: A Family’s Century of Art and Loss

                              And I felt almost bereft that none of the records tell me which way the light fell in through the windows.

                              I know who lived in the house in which years, but I don’t know who sat in the sun streaming through the window and which painting upon the wall they looked at and what the material was that covered the chair they sat on.

                              Were his clothes confortable (or hers, likely not), did he have an old favourite pair of trousers that his mother hated?

                              There is one house in particular that I keep coming back to. Like I got on the Housley train at Smalley and I can’t get off. Kidsley Grange Farm, they turned it into a nursing home and built extensions, and now it’s for sale for five hundred thousand pounds. But is the ghost still under the back stairs? Is there still a stain somewhere when a carafe of port was dropped?

                              Did Anns writing desk survive? Does someone have that, polished, with a vase of spring tulips on it? (on a mat of course so it doesn’t make a ring, despite that there are layers of beeswaxed rings already)

                              Does the desk remember the letters, the weight of a forearm or elbow, perhaps a smeared teardrop, or a comsumptive cough stain?

                              Is there perhaps a folded bit of paper or card that propped an uneven leg that fell through the floorboards that might tear into little squares if you found it and opened it, and would it be a rough draft of a letter never sent, or just a receipt for five head of cattle the summer before?

                              Did he hate the curtain material, or not even think of it? Did he love the house, or want to get away to see something new ~ or both?

                              Did he have a favourite cup, a favourite food, did he hate liver or cabbage?

                              Did he like his image when the photograph came from the studio or did he think it made his nose look big or his hair too thin, or did he wish he’d worn his other waistcoat?

                              Did he love his wife so much he couldn’t bear to see her dying, was it neglect or was it the unbearableness of it all that made him go away and drink?

                              Did the sun slanting in through the dormer window of his tiny attic room where he lodged remind him of ~ well no perhaps he was never in the room in daylight hours at all. Work all day and pub all night, keeping busy working hard and drinking hard and perhaps laughing hard, and maybe he only thought of it all on Sunday mornings.

                              So many deaths, one after another, his father, his wife, his brother, his sister, and another and another, all the coughing, all the debility. Perhaps he never understood why he lived and they did not, what kind of justice was there in that?

                              Did he take a souvenir or two with him, a handkerchief or a shawl perhaps, tucked away at the bottom of a battered leather bag that had his 3 shirts and 2 waistcoats in and a spare cap,something embroidered perhaps.

                              The quote in that book started me off with the light coming in the window and the need to know the simplest things, something nobody ever wrote in a letter, maybe never even mentioned to anyone.

                              Light coming in windows. I remeber when I was a teenager I had a day off sick and spent the whole day laying on the couch in a big window with the winter sun on my face all day, and I read Bonjour Tristesse in one sitting, and I’ll never forget that afternoon.  I don’t remember much about that book, but I remember being transported. But at the same time as being present in that sunny window.

                              “Stories and objects share something, a patina…Perhaps patina is a process of rubbing back so that the essential is revealed…But it also seems additive, in the way that a piece of oak furniture gains over years and years of polishing.”

                              “How objects are handed on is all about story-telling. I am giving you this because I love you. Or because it was given to me. Because I bought it somewhere special. Because you will care for it. Because it will complicate your life. Because it will make someone else envious. There is no easy story in legacy. What is remembered and what is forgotten? There can be a chain of forgetting, the rubbing away of previous ownership as much as the slow accretion of stories. What is being passed on to me with all these small Japanese objects?”

                              “There are things in this world that the children hear, but whose sounds oscillate below an adult’s sense of pitch.”

                              What did the children hear?

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                                “AND NOW ABOUT EMMA”

                                and a mystery about George

                                 

                                I had overlooked this interesting part of Barbara Housley’s “Narrative on the Letters” initially, perhaps because I was more focused on finding Samuel Housley.  But when I did eventually notice, I wondered how I had missed it!  In this particularly interesting letter excerpt from Joseph, Barbara has not put the date of the letter ~ unusually, because she did with all of the others.  However I dated the letter to later than 1867, because Joseph mentions his wife, and they married in 1867. This is important, because there are two Emma Housleys. Joseph had a sister Emma, born in 1836, two years before Joseph was born.  At first glance, one would assume that a reference to Emma in the letters would mean his sister, but Emma the sister was married in Derby in 1858, and by 1869 had four children.

                                But there was another Emma Housley, born in 1851.

                                 

                                From Barbara Housley’s Narrative on the Letters:

                                “AND NOW ABOUT EMMA”

                                A MYSTERY

                                A very mysterious comment is contained in a letter from Joseph:

                                “And now about Emma.  I have only seen her once and she came to me to get your address but I did not feel at liberty to give it to her until I had wrote to you but however she got it from someone.  I think it was in this way.  I was so pleased to hear from you in the first place and with John’s family coming to see me I let them read one or two of your letters thinking they would like to hear of you and I expect it was Will that noticed your address and gave it to her.  She came up to our house one day when I was at work to know if I had heard from you but I had not heard from you since I saw her myself and then she called again after that and my wife showed her your boys’ portraits thinking no harm in doing so.”

                                At this point Joseph interrupted himself to thank them for sending the portraits.  The next sentence is:

                                “Your son JOHN I have never seen to know him but I hear he is rather wild,” followed by: “EMMA has been living out service but don’t know where she is now.”

                                Since Joseph had just been talking about the portraits of George’s three sons, one of whom is John Eley, this could be a reference to things George has written in despair about a teen age son–but could Emma be a first wife and John their son?  Or could Emma and John both be the children of a first wife?

                                Elsewhere, Joseph wrote, “AMY ELEY died 14 years ago. (circa 1858)  She left a son and a daughter.”

                                An Amey Eley and a George Housley were married on April 1, 1849 in Duffield which is about as far west of Smalley as Heanor is East.  She was the daughter of John, a framework knitter, and Sarah Eley.  George’s father is listed as William, a farmer.  Amey was described as “of full age” and made her mark on the marriage document.

                                Anne wrote in August 1854:  “JOHN ELEY is living at Derby Station so must take the first opportunity to get the receipt.” Was John Eley Housley named for him?

                                (John Eley Housley is George Housley’s son in USA, with his second wife, Sarah.)

                                 

                                George Housley married Amey Eley in 1849 in Duffield.  George’s father on the register is William Housley, farmer.  Amey Eley’s father is John Eley, framework knitter.

                                George Housley Amey Eley

                                 

                                On the 1851 census, George Housley and his wife Amey Housley are living with her parents in Heanor, John Eley, a framework knitter, and his wife Rebecca.  Also on the census are Charles J Housley, born in 1849 in Heanor, and Emma Housley, three months old at the time of the census, born in 1851.  George’s birth place is listed as Smalley.

                                1851 George Housley

                                 

                                 

                                On the 31st of July 1851 George Housley arrives in New York. In 1854 George Housley marries Sarah Ann Hill in USA.

                                 

                                On the 1861 census in Heanor, Rebecca Eley was a widow, her husband John having died in 1852, and she had three grandchildren living with her: Charles J Housley aged 12, Emma Housley, 10, and mysteriously a William Housley aged 5!  Amey Housley, the childrens mother,  died in 1858.

                                Housley Eley 1861

                                 

                                Back to the mysterious comment in Joseph’s letter.  Joseph couldn’t have been speaking of his sister Emma.  She was married with children by the time Joseph wrote that letter, so was not just out of service, and Joseph would have known where she was.   There is no reason to suppose that the sister Emma was trying unsuccessfully to find George’s addresss: she had been sending him letters for years.   Joseph must have been referring to George’s daughter Emma.

                                Joseph comments to George “Your son John…is rather wild.” followed by the remark about Emma’s whereabouts.  Could Charles John Housley have used his middle name of John instead of Charles?

                                As for the child William born five years after George left for USA, despite his name of Housley, which was his mothers married name, we can assume that he was not a Housley ~ not George’s child, anyway. It is not clear who his father was, as Amey did not remarry.

                                A further excerpt from Barbara Housley’s Narrative on the Letters:

                                Certainly there was some mystery in George’s life. George apparently wanted his whereabouts kept secret. Anne wrote: “People are at a loss to know where you are. The general idea is you are with Charles. We don’t satisfy them.” In that same letter Anne wrote: “I know you could not help thinking of us very often although you neglected writing…and no doubt would feel grieved for the trouble you at times caused (our mother). She freely forgives all.” Near the end of the letter, Anne added: “Mother sends her love to you and hopes you will write and if you want to tell her anything you don’t want all to see you must write it on a piece of loose paper and put it inside the letter.”

                                In a letter to George from his sister Emma:

                                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.”

                                It would seem that George Housley named his first son with his second wife after his first wife’s father ~ while he was married to both of them.

                                 

                                Emma Housley

                                1851-1935

                                 

                                In 1871 Emma was 20 years old and “in service” living as a lodger in West Hallam, not far from Heanor.  As she didn’t appear on a 1881 census, I looked for a marriage, but the only one that seemed right in every other way had Emma Housley’s father registered as Ralph Wibberly!

                                Who was Ralph Wibberly?  A family friend or neighbour, perhaps, someone who had been a father figure?  The first Ralph Wibberly I found was a blind wood cutter living in Derby. He had a son also called Ralph Wibberly. I did not think Ralph Wibberly would be a very common name, but I was wrong.

                                I then found a Ralph Wibberly living in Heanor, with a son also named Ralph Wibberly. A Ralph Wibberly married an Emma Salt from Heanor. In 1874, a 36 year old Ralph Wibberly (born in 1838) was on trial in Derby for inflicting grevious bodily harm on William Fretwell of Heanor. His occupation is “platelayer” (a person employed in laying and maintaining railway track.) The jury found him not guilty.

                                In 1851 a 23 year old Ralph Wibberly (born in 1828) was a prisoner in Derby Gaol. However, Ralph Wibberly, a 50 year old labourer born in 1801 and his son Ralph Wibberly, aged 13 and born in 1838, are living in Belper on the 1851 census. Perhaps the son was the same Ralph Wibberly who was found not guilty of GBH in 1874. This appears to be the one who married Emma Salt, as his wife on the 1871 census is called Emma, and his occupation is “Midland Company Railway labourer”.

                                Which was the Ralph Wibberly that Emma chose to name as her father on the marriage register? We may never know, but perhaps we can assume it was Ralph Wibberly born in 1801.  It is unlikely to be the blind wood cutter from Derby; more likely to be the local Ralph Wibberly.  Maybe his son Ralph, who we know was involved in a fight in 1874, was a friend of Emma’s brother Charles John, who was described by Joseph as a “wild one”, although Ralph was 11 years older than Charles John.

                                Emma Housley married James Slater on Christmas day in Heanor in 1873.  Their first child, a daughter, was called Amy. Emma’s mother was Amy Eley. James Slater was a colliery brakesman (employed to work the steam-engine, or other machinery used in raising the coal from the mine.)

                                It occurred to me to wonder if Emma Housley (George’s daughter) knew Elizabeth, Mary Anne and Catherine (Samuel’s daughters). They were cousins, lived in the vicinity, and they had in common with each other having been deserted by their fathers who were brothers. Emma was born two years after Catherine. Catherine was living with John Benniston, a framework knitter in Heanor, from 1851 to 1861. Emma was living with her grandfather John Ely, a framework knitter in Heanor. In 1861, George Purdy was also living in Heanor. He was listed on the census as a 13 year old coal miner! George Purdy and Catherine Housley married in 1866 in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire ~ just over the county border. Emma’s first child Amy was born in Heanor, but the next two children, Eliza and Lilly, were born in Eastwood, in 1878 and 1880. Catherine and George’s fifth child, my great grandmother Mary Ann Gilman Purdy, was born in Eastwood in 1880, the same year as Lilly Slater.

                                By 1881 Emma and James Slater were living in Woodlinkin, Codnor and Loscoe, close to Heanor and Eastwood, on the Derbyshire side of the border. On each census up to 1911 their address on the census is Woodlinkin. Emma and James had nine children: six girls and 3 boys, the last, Alfred Frederick, born in 1901.

                                Emma and James lived three doors up from the Thorn Tree pub in Woodlinkin, Codnor:

                                Woodlinkin

                                 

                                Emma Slater died in 1935 at the age of 84.

                                 

                                IN
                                LOVING MEMORY OF
                                EMMA SLATER
                                (OF WOODLINKIN)
                                WHO DIED
                                SEPT 12th 1935
                                AGED 84 YEARS
                                AT REST

                                Crosshill Cemetery, Codnor, Amber Valley Borough, Derbyshire, England:

                                Emma Slater

                                 

                                Charles John Housley

                                1949-

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                                  The Carringtons

                                  Carrington Farm, Smalley:

                                  Carrington Farm

                                   

                                  Ellen Carrington was born in 1795. Her father William Carrington 1755-1833 was from Smalley. Her mother Mary Malkin 1765-1838 was from Ellastone, in Staffordshire.  Ellastone is on the Derbyshire border and very close to Ashboure, where Ellen married William Housley.

                                   

                                  From Barbara Housley’s Narrative on the Letters:

                                  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.

                                  The letters refer to a variety of “uncles” who were probably Ellen’s brothers, but could be her uncles. These include:

                                  RICHARD

                                  Probably the youngest Uncle, and certainly the most significant, is Richard. He was a trustee for some of the property which needed to be settled following Ellen’s death. Anne wrote in 1854 that Uncle Richard “has got a new house built” and his daughters are “fine dashing young ladies–the belles of Smalley.” Then she added, “Aunt looks as old as my mother.”

                                  Richard was born somewhere between 1808 and 1812. Since Richard was a contemporary of the older Housley children, “Aunt,” who was three years younger, should not look so old!

                                  Richard Carrington and Harriet Faulkner were married in Repton in 1833. A daughter Elizabeth was baptised March 24, 1834. In July 1872, Joseph wrote: “Elizabeth is married too and a large family and is living in Uncle Thomas’s house for he is dead.” Elizabeth married Ayres (Eyres) Clayton of Lascoe. His occupation was listed as joiner and shopkeeper. They were married before 1864 since Elizabeth Clayton witnessed her sister’s marriage. Their children in April 1871 were Selina (1863), Agnes Maria (1866) and Elizabeth Ann (1868). A fourth daughter, Alice Augusta, was born in 1872 or 1873, probably by July 1872 to fit Joseph’s description “large family”! A son Charles Richard was born in 1880.

                                  An Elizabeth Ann Clayton married John Arthur Woodhouse on May 12, 1913. He was a carpenter. His father was a miner. Elizabeth Ann’s father, Ayres, was also a carpenter. John Arthur’s age was given as 25. Elizabeth Ann’s age was given as 33 or 38. However, if she was born in 1868, her age would be 45. Possibly this is another case of a child being named for a deceased sibling. If she were 38 and born in 1875, she would fill the gap between Alice Augusta and Charles Richard.

                                  Selina Clayton, who would have been 18, is not listed in the household in 1881. She died on June 11, 1914 at age 51. Agnes Maria Clayton died at the age of 25 and was buried March 31, 1891. Charles Richard died at the age of 5 and was buried on February 4, 1886. A Charles James Clayton, 18 months, was buried June 8, 1889 in Heanor.

                                  Richard Carrington’s second daughter, Selina, born in 1837, married Walker Martin (b.1835) on February 11, 1864 and they were living at Kidsley Park Farm in 1872, according to a letter from Joseph, and, according to the census, were still there in 1881. This 100 acre farm was formerly the home of Daniel Smith and his daughter Elizabeth Davy Barber. Selina and Walker had at least five children: Elizabeth Ann (1865), Harriet Georgianna (1866/7), Alice Marian (September 6, 1868), Philip Richard (1870), and Walker (1873). In December 1972, Joseph mentioned the death of Philip Walker, a farmer of Prospect Farm, Shipley. This was probably Walker Martin’s grandfather, since Walker was born in Shipley. The stock was to be sold the following Monday, but his daughter (Walker’s mother?) died the next day. Walker’s father was named Thomas. An Annie Georgianna Martin age 13 of Shipley died in April of 1859.

                                  Selina Martin died on October 29, 1906 but her estate was not settled until November 14, 1910. Her gross estate was worth L223.56. Her son Walker and her daughter Harriet Georgiana were her trustees and executers. Walker was to get Selina’s half of Richard’s farm. Harriet Georgiana and Alice Marian were to be allowed to live with him. Philip Richard received L25. Elizabeth Ann was already married to someone named Smith.

                                  Richard and Harriet may also have had a son George. In 1851 a Harriet Carrington and her three year old son George were living with her step-father John Benniston in Heanor. John may have been recently widowed and needed her help. Or, the Carrington home may have been inadequate since Anne reported a new one was built by 1854. Selina’s second daughter’s name testifies to the presence of a “George” in the family! Could the death of this son account for the haggard appearance Anne described when she wrote: “Aunt looks as old as my mother?”
                                  Harriet was buried May 19, 1866. She was 55 when she died.

                                  In 1881, Georgianna then 14, was living with her grandfather and his niece, Zilpah Cooper, age 38–who lived with Richard on his 63 acre farm as early as 1871. A Zilpah, daughter of William and Elizabeth, was christened October 1843. Her brother, William Walter, was christened in 1846 and married Anna Maria Saint in 1873. There are four Selina Coopers–one had a son William Thomas Bartrun Cooper christened in 1864; another had a son William Cooper christened in 1873.

                                  Our Zilpah was born in Bretley 1843. She died at age 49 and was buried on September 24, 1892. In her will, which was witnessed by Selina Martin, Zilpah’s sister, Frances Elizabeth Cleave, wife of Horatio Cleave of Leicester is mentioned. James Eley and Francis Darwin Huish (Richard’s soliciter) were executers.

                                  Richard died June 10, 1892, and was buried on June 13. He was 85. As might be expected, Richard’s will was complicated. Harriet Georgiana Martin and Zilpah Cooper were to share his farm. If neither wanted to live there it was to go to Georgiana’s cousin Selina Clayton. However, Zilpah died soon after Richard. Originally, he left his piano, parlor and best bedroom furniture to his daughter Elizabeth Clayton. Then he revoked everything but the piano. He arranged for the payment of £150 which he owed. Later he added a codicil explaining that the debt was paid but he had borrowed £200 from someone else to do it!

                                  Richard left a good deal of property including: The house and garden in Smalley occupied by Eyres Clayton with four messuages and gardens adjoining and large garden below and three messuages at the south end of the row with the frame work knitters shop and garden adjoining; a dwelling house used as a public house with a close of land; a small cottage and garden and four cottages and shop and gardens.

                                   

                                  THOMAS

                                  In August 1854, Anne wrote “Uncle Thomas is about as usual.” A Thomas Carrington married a Priscilla Walker in 1810.

                                  Their children were baptised in August 1830 at the same time as the Housley children who at that time ranged in age from 3 to 17. The oldest of Thomas and Priscilla’s children, Henry, was probably at least 17 as he was married by 1836. Their youngest son, William Thomas, born 1830, may have been Mary Ellen Weston’s beau. However, the only Richard whose christening is recorded (1820), was the son of Thomas and Lucy. In 1872 Joseph reported that Richard’s daughter Elizabeth was married and living in Uncle Thomas’s house. In 1851, Alfred Smith lived in house 25, Foulks lived in 26, Thomas and Priscilla lived in 27, Bennetts lived in 28, Allard lived in 29 and Day lived in 30. Thomas and Priscilla do not appear in 1861. In 1871 Elizabeth Ann and Ayres Clayton lived in House 54. None of the families listed as neighbors in 1851 remained. However, Joseph Carrington, who lived in house 19 in 1851, lived in house 51 in 1871.

                                   

                                  JOHN

                                  In August 1854, Anne wrote: “Uncle John is with Will and Frank has been home in a comfortable place in Cotmanhay.” Although John and William are two of the most popular Carrington names, only two John’s have sons named William. John and Rachel Buxton Carrington had a son William christened in 1788. At the time of the letters this John would have been over 100 years old. Their son John and his wife Ann had a son William who was born in 1805. However, this William age 46 was living with his widowed mother in 1851. A Robert Carrington and his wife Ann had a son John born 1n 1805. He would be the right age to be a brother to Francis Carrington discussed below. This John was living with his widowed mother in 1851 and was unmarried. There are no known Williams in this family grouping. A William Carrington of undiscovered parentage was born in 1821. It is also possible that the Will in question was Anne’s brother Will Housley.

                                  –Two Francis Carringtons appear in the 1841 census both of them aged 35. One is living with Richard and Harriet Carrington. The other is living next door to Samuel and Ellen Carrington Kerry (the trustee for “father’s will”!). The next name in this sequence is John Carrington age 15 who does not seem to live with anyone! but may be part of the Kerry household.

                                  FRANK (see above)

                                  While Anne did not preface her mention of the name Frank with an “Uncle,” Joseph referred to Uncle Frank and James Carrington in the same sentence. A James Carrington was born in 1814 and had a wife Sarah. He worked as a framework knitter. James may have been a son of William and Anne Carrington. He lived near Richard according to the 1861 census. Other children of William and Anne are Hannah (1811), William (1815), John (1816), and Ann (1818). An Ann Carrington married a Frank Buxton in 1819. This might be “Uncle Frank.”

                                  An Ellen Carrington was born to John and Rachel Carrington in 1785. On October 25, 1809, a Samuel Kerry married an Ellen Carrington. However this Samuel Kerry is not the trustee involved in settling Ellen’s estate. John Carrington died July 1815.

                                  William and Mary Carrington:

                                  William Carrington

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                                    FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS

                                    from Barbara Housley’s Narrative on the Letters:

                                     

                                    George apparently asked about old friends and acquaintances and the family did their best to answer although Joseph wrote in 1873: “There is very few of your old cronies that I know of knocking about.”

                                    In Anne’s first letter she wrote about a conversation which Robert had with EMMA LYON before his death and added “It (his death) was a great trouble to Lyons.” In her second letter Anne wrote: “Emma Lyon is to be married September 5. I am going the Friday before if all is well. There is every prospect of her being comfortable. MRS. L. always asks after you.” In 1855 Emma wrote: “Emma Lyon now Mrs. Woolhouse has got a fine boy and a pretty fuss is made with him. They call him ALFRED LYON WOOLHOUSE.”

                                    (Interesting to note that Elizabeth Housley, the eldest daughter of Samuel and Elizabeth, was living with a Lyon family in Derby in 1861, after she left Belper workhouse.  The Emma listed on the census in 1861 was 10 years old, and so can not be the Emma Lyon mentioned here, but it’s possible, indeed likely, that Peter Lyon the baker was related to the Lyon’s who were friends of the Housley’s.  The mention of a sea captain in the Lyon family begs the question did Elizabeth Housley meet her husband, George William Stafford, a seaman, through some Lyon connections, but to date this remains a mystery.)

                                    Elizabeth Housley living with Peter Lyon and family in Derby St Peters in 1861:

                                    Lyon 1861 census

                                     

                                    A Henrietta Lyon was married in 1860. Her father was Matthew, a Navy Captain. The 1857 Derby Directory listed a Richard Woolhouse, plumber, glazier, and gas fitter on St. Peter’s Street. Robert lived in St. Peter’s parish at the time of his death. An Alfred Lyon, son of Alfred and Jemima Lyon 93 Friargate, Derby was baptised on December 4, 1877. An Allen Hewley Lyon, born February 1, 1879 was baptised June 17 1879.

                                     

                                    Anne wrote in August 1854: “KERRY was married three weeks since to ELIZABETH EATON. He has left Smith some time.” Perhaps this was the same person referred to by Joseph: “BILL KERRY, the blacksmith for DANIEL SMITH, is working for John Fletcher lace manufacturer.” According to the 1841 census, Elizabeth age 12, was the oldest daughter of Thomas and Rebecca Eaton. She would certainly have been of marriagable age in 1854. A William Kerry, age 14, was listed as a blacksmith’s apprentice in the 1851 census; but another William Kerry who was 29 in 1851 was already working for Daniel Smith as a blacksmith. REBECCA EATON was listed in the 1851 census as a widow serving as a nurse in the John Housley household. The 1881 census lists the family of William Kerry, blacksmith, as Jane, 19; William 13; Anne, 7; and Joseph, 4. Elizabeth is not mentioned but Bill is not listed as a widower.

                                    Anne also wrote in 1854 that she had not seen or heard anything of DICK HANSON for two years. Joseph wrote that he did not know Old BETTY HANSON’S son. A Richard Hanson, age 24 in 1851, lived with a family named Moore. His occupation was listed as “journeyman knitter.” An Elizabeth Hanson listed as 24 in 1851 could hardly be “Old Betty.” Emma wrote in June 1856 that JOE OLDKNOW age 27 had married Mrs. Gribble’s servant age 17.

                                    Anne wrote that “JOHN SPENCER had not been since father died.” The only John Spencer in Smalley in 1841 was four years old. He would have been 11 at the time of William Housley’s death. Certainly, the two could have been friends, but perhaps young John was named for his grandfather who was a crony of William’s living in a locality not included in the Smalley census.

                                    TAILOR ALLEN had lost his wife and was still living in the old house in 1872. JACK WHITE had died very suddenly, and DR. BODEN had died also. Dr. Boden’s first name was Robert. He was 53 in 1851, and was probably the Robert, son of Richard and Jane, who was christened in Morely in 1797. By 1861, he had married Catherine, a native of Smalley, who was at least 14 years his junior–18 according to the 1871 census!

                                    Among the family’s dearest friends were JOSEPH AND ELIZABETH DAVY, who were married some time after 1841. Mrs. Davy was born in 1812 and her husband in 1805. In 1841, the Kidsley Park farm household included DANIEL SMITH 72, Elizabeth 29 and 5 year old Hannah Smith. In 1851, Mr. Davy’s brother William and 10 year old Emma Davy were visiting from London. Joseph reported the death of both Davy brothers in 1872; Joseph apparently died first.

                                    Mrs. Davy’s father, was a well known Quaker. In 1856, Emma wrote: “Mr. Smith is very hearty and looks much the same.” He died in December 1863 at the age of 94. George Fox, the founder of the Quakers visited Kidsley Park in 1650 and 1654.

                                    Mr. Davy died in 1863, but in 1854 Anne wrote how ill he had been for two years. “For two last winters we never thought he would live. He is now able to go out a little on the pony.” In March 1856, his wife wrote, “My husband is in poor health and fell.” Later in 1856, Emma wrote, “Mr. Davy is living which is a great wonder. Mrs. Davy is very delicate but as good a friend as ever.”

                                    In The Derbyshire Advertiser and Journal, 15 May 1863:

                                    Davy Death

                                     

                                    Whenever the girls sent greetings from Mrs. Davy they used her Quaker speech pattern of “thee and thy.”  Mrs. Davy wrote to George on March 21 1856 sending some gifts from his sisters and a portrait of their mother–“Emma is away yet and A is so much worse.” Mrs. Davy concluded: “With best wishes for thy health and prosperity in this world and the next I am thy sincere friend.”

                                    Mrs. Davy later remarried. Her new husband was W.T. BARBER. The 1861 census lists William Barber, 35, Bachelor of Arts, Cambridge, living with his 82 year old widowed mother on an 135 acre farm with three servants. One of these may have been the Ann who, according to Joseph, married Jack Oldknow. By 1871 the farm, now occupied by William, 47 and Elizabeth, 57, had grown to 189 acres. Meanwhile, Kidsley Park Farm became the home of the Housleys’ cousin Selina Carrington and her husband Walker Martin. Both Barbers were still living in 1881.

                                    Mrs. Davy was described in Kerry’s History of Smalley as “an accomplished and exemplary lady.” A piece of her poetry “Farewell to Kidsley Park” was published in the history. It was probably written when Elizabeth moved to the Barber farm. Emma sent one of her poems to George. It was supposed to be about their house. “We have sent you a piece of poetry that Mrs. Davy composed about our ‘Old House.’ I am sure you will like it though you may not understand all the allusions she makes use of as well as we do.”

                                    Kiddsley Park Farm, Smalley, in 1898.  (note that the Housley’s lived at Kiddsley Grange Farm, and the Davy’s at neighbouring Kiddsley Park Farm)

                                    Kiddsley Park Farm

                                     

                                    Emma was not sure if George wanted to hear the local gossip (“I don’t know whether such little particulars will interest you”), but shared it anyway. In November 1855: “We have let the house to Mr. Gribble. I dare say you know who he married, Matilda Else. They came from Lincoln here in March. Mrs. Gribble gets drunk nearly every day and there are such goings on it is really shameful. So you may be sure we have not very pleasant neighbors but we have very little to do with them.”

                                    John Else and his wife Hannah and their children John and Harriet (who were born in Smalley) lived in Tag Hill in 1851. With them lived a granddaughter Matilda Gribble age 3 who was born in Lincoln. A Matilda, daughter of John and Hannah, was christened in 1815. (A Sam Else died when he fell down the steps of a bar in 1855.)

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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:

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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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