The Hysterical Hystorian

Samuel Nott and the libellous doggerel

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 16:01:00 +0000

This strange piece of poisonous doggerel comes from the Bury and Norwich Post of 1879. The story is from Alphampstone, and was discovered by David Lewis who lived in the old pub at Alphampstone. The papers could be vicious, and Samuel Nott was a real person. How interesting it would be to find out the whole story.

SAMUEL NOTT and the VILLAGE GREEN

There was a man named Samuel Nott, and all folks Must agree
He was the biggest man, I think, that ever you did see
And all the neighbours know him well, a knotty crab to be

His back across, if measured right, was three yards, if no more;
His Belly was just like a Tun, and balanced him before.
To see him waddle up and down, you would with laughter roar.

We will say nothing of his Bum, but still all folks agree,
When his own way he could not have, a Bumptious dog was he;
But though his back it was so broad, a narrow mind had he.

This Churl, he had a little farm close to the village green,
On which he cast a longing eye, as shortly will be seen,
And he as he could not have it, he was devoured with spleen.

Now on this green for many a year was held a village fair,
Where great and small, and young and old for pastime did repair,
And once a year the folks around enjoyed their pleasure there.

A right of pasture, too, there is for cattle to be fed,
And every copyholder there, can turn on several head
Of cows, or sheep, or Asses, to get their daily bread.

“That Green I’ll have” says greedy Gut, “whatever they may say”,
And to make sure, without ado, I’ll plough it up today,
And never more shall green grass grow, for feeding or for hay.

He ploughed it once; he ploughed it twice; and loudly he did crow;
And fain he would have thrice, but Webber he said No !
But Nott he pitch’d him Heels or Head into the ditch below.

Now Nott he was so savage, he couldn’t sleep at night,
He would not eat his supper, lest he should burst with spite;
But how to be avenged, he could not compass quite

But Satan, who is ready, when man gives him a chance.
(One would have thought he had enough to do in wretched France).
Still though, throughout the world, he constantly doth roam,
He likes to look at, now and then, his little flock at home.

Now, our great big burly Friend, he never goes to Church,
Except to Bully the Parson in the Porch;
And though he sometimes threatens a Meeting House to build,
The Devil saw it very clear, his heart with spite was filled.

Quoth he, “I see quite plain, the course that’s to be took,
And now discern the Bait, this whopping Fish to hook;
But first I’ll try him with a worm, he might be rather shy,
And if he will not bite at that, I’ll try him with a fly,

One day friend Nott was walking and musing by the wood
And thinking of revenge, in a melancholy mood.
A stranger stood before him, all dressed in keepers clothes,
He rather smelt of sulphur, and had a hooked nose.

“Friend Nott”, says he, “your rather down, as plainly may be seen;
I know what troubles you, tis all about the Green;
But cheer up friend, your only way your wishes to attain
Just trust in me, I’ll show you how, your end to quickly gain

Quoth Nott, “if you compass that, “I’ll stand a dozen of wine”,
And more than that I swear, for ever I’ll be thine.
Then having shaken hands, the stranger thus began-
“You know tis not the poor you fear, it is the gentlemen.

You’re well aware their pleasure is in hunting of the Fox;
If you destroy the Vermin you’ll give ‘em rare hard knocks;
You’ll spoil their fun, they’d get no run, and precious soon they’ll find
They’d better give it up, and let you have your mind.

“I like your plan” says Nott, “so let us quick begin”
The other said, this night, by poison or by gin,
Three foxes you shall have, two dead and one alive,
So now good-bye, if you want more, I’ll soon make it up to five”.

Say’s Nott, on walking home, “I know one that this will make smart;
I’ll teach how to thwart me, sure as his name is----------
That chap that’s gone must have the itch, he sorely stunk of Brimstone;
But a dead Fox will stink much worse, and sadly plague old------

Next morn he hung the dead’uns upon the windmill sail
The living Fox he showed about, all for a pint of ale.
After a time he took ‘em down, and tied them in a line
Upon the post before his house, instead of his old sign.

Some chaps who lived about there, resolv’d to have a lark,
So they waited till the nights were pretty dark,
They broke into his house, before the dawn of day,
The Foxes dead they carried home, the live one ran away.

Oh! had you heard old Nott, how much he stamped and swore,
For never such a trick had been heard ere before.
“I must find out my friend”, says he, and make him understand,
More Foxes I will have, if there is any in my land”.

Now, if you want the Devil, he’s always close at hand,
But don’t put too much trust in him, or you will be treppan’d
The friends they met again, and t’was not very long,
Four Foxes more he had, but they smelt of Brimstone strong.

Insurrection in Suffolk

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Mon, 26 May 2008 21:01:00 +0000

from the Bury and Norwich Post 1830

A meeting of the Aldermen and Magistrates was held last night in Bury Guildhall in this borough yesterday se’nnight when resolutions were passed declaring that there was no cause of the apprehension for the peace of the town existed but that vigorous measures would be taken in the event disturbances in the town or neighbourhood, in case of which the inhabitants were invited to attend immediately to be sworn in as Special Constables. On Wednesday however it was thought to be desirable to be prepared for any possible tumult and a large number of Special Constables were sworn on that and the following day.

On Monday se’nnight at about nine in the morning, a large body of labourers of the parish of Stanningfield entered the village of Whepstead and proceeding to the house of Rev T.Image who is Rector of both parishes, they told him the farmers were willing to raise their wages provided that he would reduce their tithes. Mr Image promised that he would make a reduction if the labourers had the benefit of it; the men then asked for some refreshment and obtained the sum of £2 of which they gave 10s to a party of the Whepstead people and they then returned home. In the afternoon the Whepstead people, stimulated by this example; proceeded to the farm of Mr N.Winfield and insisted that his workmen, 21 in number should go with them, compelling those who were at plough to leave the horses in the field and only leaving one man at Mr Winfield’s earnest entreaty to finish up dressing a load of corn. They next proceeded to Mr Denny’s and took away his labourers and from thence to Sir T.Hammond who gave them ten shillings, they then called upon Mr Image and obtained £2 from him, subsequently to which Mr Winfield gave them 10s to protect his own property, and another farmer gave a smaller sum. With this money they made themselves merry for the night and returned to work the next day. On Saturday a parish meeting was held when it was agreed to make an addition to the wages of the parish. This statement was made at the request of Mr Winfield in consequence of an unfounded charge having been preferred against him having instigated the proceedings of the labourers.

Similar assemblages to the above have taken place in other parishes to the West of this town. On Saturday night four men were apprehended at Chevington (some of them being taken from their beds) and brought before the magistrates who sat during the whole Sunday at the Shirehall in this town and finally committed them for trial at the ensuing Sessions on the charge of having riotously and tumultuously assembled for the purpose of obtaining a rise in wages and having taken men away from their employment. Five more were apprehended on that day and committed on Monday, warrants have been issued against others concerned in these illegal proceedings. We trust this will be a warning to others who may be ignorant of the unlawfulness of such assemblages, for which every person who is present is equally liable to punishment even though no acts of violence should be committed. The magistrates hold meetings at the Shirehall daily for the dispatch of business

On Monday se’nnight the labouring men working on the roads in the neighbourhood Hadleigh refused to commence work unless an advance was made in their pay which has hitherto been at the rate of 1s 6d a day they now claim 2s a day pay. A select vestry was held on Thursday to take labourer’s propositions into consideration, and they were refused but the farmers offered to take them to work on their land at 10s a week and beer which the men refused, consequently they remained the week without work or money. On Wednesday a number of special constables were sworn in and a night patrol was established.

After the meeting of the Lord Lieutenant and Magistrates on the 2^nd inst, Sir Wm Middleton and other gentlemen in the Boamera and Claydon Hundred called a meeting on the following day which was very numerous and respectfully attended, after the arrangements for a constabulary force had been explained, the Chairman expressed his anxiety to relieve the distresses of the poor in the Hundred, particularly as they had at the time exhibited no symptoms of a riotous nature. He therefore declared his intention to reduce his rents in order to enable his tenantry to pay better wages and employ a greater number of hands; but he made this abatement upon the express understanding that the poor were to be benefited by it. Several other gentlemen having expressed similar opinions, the meeting was postponed till Wednesday last when the Directors and other Landed Proprietors met for the purpose of agreeing upon some plans to relieve and pay the poor. It was attended by most of the Directors and other Gentlemen who had property in the Hundred. There appeared to be but one opinion as to the existing distress and upon a calculation being made as to the number of men compared with the number of acres in the Hundred; it appeared that if one man was employed to every thirty acres of land throughout the Hundred, every able-bodied man belonging to different parishes would be fully employed and the Occupiers of land by receiving benefit from the labour for which they would pay out a trifle more than in paying to the poor rate. The meeting also thought that less than 1s 8d per day was not a fair price to a able bodied man for his labour. And it was stated that the farmer was over burdened with expenses and was totally unable to meet these additional expenses, it was agreed by most of the gentlemen present to reduce their rents and tithes upon the express understanding mentioned by the Chairman at the previous meeting and that agreed to urge every land and tithe holder to do the same. It also appeared to the meeting that it would be right that men with families should receive some additional relief and they agreed that there should be allowed weekly to families of three children under the age of twelve years of age, 6d, and for the fourth child, ninepence, and the same for every such child above four. Amongst the suggestions for the employment of the poor and their families, it appeared to be thought that knitting schools would be very beneficial if generally adopted in the parishes, and it was strongly recommended to be done. One has been already instituted in the parish of Barham and has succeeded very well. They are attended with a trifling expense and the governor stated the he could readily dispose of all the stockings made throughout the Hundred. The meeting strongly urged their suggestions and recommendations to be adopted.

Yesterday sennight in compliance with the resolutions passed by the Magistrates at Ipswich, those acting in the Hundred of Blything attended at Walpole for the purpose of swearing in the respectable inhabitants of the neighbourhood as a special constable; on this proceeding considerable agitation manifested itself among the labourers who had exclaimed “we are starving”. Col.Bence, on hearing of these exclamations, went up to the men and having remonstrated in vain, upon their showing symptoms of insubordinations, seized one man who was very conspicuous and attempted to carry him before the Magistrates who were in the Justice room. A cry of “Rescue” was made by the labourers and Col Bence was thrown down; Lord Huntingfield was also roughly handled. This took place amidst loud cries of “down with the rents and tithes”. About 7-8 o’clock in the evening of the same day a fire broke out in the stackyard of Mr Stanford of Westleton, no doubt the work of an incendiary.

A fire broke out on Thursday evening of the 7^th inst between 7-8 o’clock in the stackyard of Mr O.Palmer at Ramsey about 4 miles form Harwich. As soon as the alarm was given Sir G.Hoste, Bart. Ordered the Ordinance fire engine and a file of soldiers from Harwich to the spot and accompanied by Capt Kitchen, R.N. Anthony Cox, Esq, Mayor, and several of the inhabitants immediately followed, by whose exertions the flames were subdued. The fire commenced in a pea stack which was totally consumed and communicated to a wheat stack adjoining which was nearly destroyed. There were several other stacks in the direction of the wind but they were happily preserved. There is little doubt but this fire was caused by an incendiary and that his malice was directed against Mr Palmer, from the circumstances of his having hired a threshing-machine which was to have been set to work on Wednesday. No sooner were the flames extinguished and the soldiers departed than a number of agricultural labourers seized upon the machine which was on the premises and broke it to pieces. Nine men have been apprehended for this act and committed to Chelmsford gaol and two men are apprehended on suspicion of setting fire to the stacks.

On Saturday evening at about half past 5 o’clock a fire was discovered in a haystack standing in a meadow on Goose Green, Beccles, belonging to Mr Geo. Fenn of that town. Very fortunately it was discovered in time to be put out without doing much damage to the stack, no doubt but it was the work of some incendiary as there is no house or other property near it except another haystack.

On the same night a stack of marsh hay standing in the marsh on Gilligham Dam, the property of Mr Goat of Beccles was set on fire and entirely consumed.

On Monday morning last a partial rising of the labourers of the parish of Melford took place for an advance of their wages but by the prompt assistance of the neighbouring Magistrates and special constables, five of the ringleaders were taken into custody and committed to Bury gaol which prevented any further disturbances.

Last week upwards of 150 special constables were sworn in at Boxford and adjoining parishes.

Last week several farmers and others were summoned before a Magistrate at Bradfield in order to be sworn in as special constables, but when they assembled there was some dissatisfaction appearing amongst them as to serving

Those who did not wish to be sworn were ordered to leave the room which they did and left the Magistrate alone.

(WHY ?)
His Majesty’s free pardon has been received here at Bury Gaol for Isaac Jeffries and Thomas Wakeling who were severally convicted of the felony at a Sessions holden by the Recorder and Magistrates in and for the Borough of Sudbury in October last. We understand that the above pardons were granted in consequence of the Law Officers of the Crown being of the opinion that the Charter only gives the Sessions jurisdiction to try misdemeanours and not cases of felony. Jeffries was sentenced to be transported for 7 years and Wakeling to 3 months imprisonment.

On Wednesday last, five male convicts were removed from Bury gaol to be put on board the Leviathan Hulk lying at Portsmouth, viz. William Savage, John Savage, Peter Aylward, John Oakley and Robert Kemp to be severally transported for 7 years. Mary Ann Fobister, a female convict, was also to be removed at the same time to be put aboard the ship America lying at Woolwich, to be transported for 14 years.

Commited to Bury Gaol—John Evered, Robert Flack, Abraham Hammond and Thomas Nunn (by J. Bejafield, R.Dalton and O.R. Oakes, Esqrs.) charged with having with divers other persons on the 10^th inst riotously assembled at the parish of Chevington with intent by force to obtain an increase of wages and to instigate other persons to join them for the illegal destruction of threshing machines.—Samuel Jolly, Joseph Rawlinson and William Diss, (by B.B.Sayer and W.Mayd, Clerks) charged with having been extremely active in exciting a riotous mob which was assembled in the street of the parish of Great Thurlow on the 6^th inst and likewise on their way there were forcing men to leave their ploughs and their work in the barns and go with them—John Harlock, (by B.B.Syer and Wm Mayd, Clerks) charged with attempting to rescue Isaac Hargrave who was taken into custody for being one of the principal instigators of the mob at Great Thurlow—Richard Green, (by B.B Sayer and Wm Mayd, Clerks) charged on the oath of Mary Farrants the wife of George Farrants, of Stoke next Clare, labourer, with having on the 8^th inst come with many other persons in a riotous and tumultuous manner to the house of her husband and violently assaulting her and compelled her husband to join the mob—William Norman, (by G.Gataker, Esq) convicted of wandering about the parish of Eriswell and using threats concerning the firing of the said parish and otherwise to the great fear of Elizabeth, the wife of Robt. Manning and others and refusing to find sureties to keep the peace for three calendar months.

Wards Brewery

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Wed, 30 Apr 2008 08:08:00 +0000

It seems incredible that just a few rare collectors' items, our first book 'Foxearth Brew' by the award-winning author Richard Morris, should still be available. Already, the rare copies signed by the legendary, and late-lamented, George Best are changing hands at unimaginable prices. To celebrate the continuing association between the four parishes and brewing, our present brewers, Nethergate, are planning to recreate some more beers from Ward's recipe-books. Here, in the meantime, is an advert from 1912, is an image that combines GH's two passions, cricket and Beer.

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 16:32:00 +0000

This photo was taken in the spinney opposite the Pinkuah Arms, Pentlow, before the 'Beerhouse' became a pub. The mystery is who the people were, the date of the photo. and the occasion they were dessed up for. Such is the interest in genealogy nowadays that, if we can identify people in these local photos, we can make someone happy.

Hooliganism at Glemsford.

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 15:48:00 +0000

From the Suffolk Free Press: December 29th 1909.

At a meeting at the school in Glemsford when Mr W. Eley Quilter the Unionist candidate and several more gentlemen visited Glemsford with the intention of delivering an address on the political situation, a hostile gathering thronged the approach to the school and the arrival of the visitors was the signal for a hostile demonstration

During the whole of the evening, utmost confusion prevailed, the chairman tried to maintain order but his efforts were greeted with derisive shouts

Another cause for annoyance was a young man who constantly rose from his seat and interrupted each speaker, at one stage there was nearly a brawl when the chairman Mr W.S.Goodchild went over to the sweep and endeavoured to reason with him. He seemed to resent the chairman’s remarks and wished to know who was going to put him out and squared up in a pugilistic manner.

The pandemonium continued unabated until the close of the meeting a party of friends from Sudbury and Melford formed a bodyguard for the visitors and escorted the party to the rectory.

On leaving the rectory, stones and mud were thrown at their cars and several missiles struck the windows of their vehicles.

Coverin' the Stack

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 21:29:00 +0000

These few lines are from farm workers hoeing sugar beet or mangels at Foxearth Hall in the mid thirties who amused themselves while doing this soul destroying job. The rhyme is as learnt by Paul Suttle from his father David. All the farmers were local to the area, and well known to the workers.

Coverin' the stack

It’s going to rain----said farmer Payne
It’s raining alriddy ---said farmer Kiddy
Sky’s getting darker –said farmer Parker
Looks black over Kennet—said farmer Stennet
Black as Al Jolsen---said farmer Colson
The clouds are right low--- said farmer Coe
Blast and dam it- said farmer Lambert
Let’s cover the stack son---said farmer Jackson
I’ll give you a hand –said farmer Brand
We’ll have to hasten –said farmer Mason
Looks like a pond filler –said famer Miller
Just get my brolly—said Goodchild (Colly)
That’s my corn gone- said farmer Sagon
You’ve had time to stack’m—said farmer Rackham
Should’ve had more sense-said Starkie Bence
Just have to endure –said farmer Ewer
So off they all hobbled—led by old Arthur Cobbald

The Great Rail Disaster at Witham

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 15:29:00 +0000

As the Cromer Express was running through Witham Station at 10.30 a.m. on 1 September 1905, the whole of the train with the exception of engine and tender suddenly left the rails. The train consisted of 14 coaches and its total weight was 287 tons. One coach mounted the island platform and turned upside down, another crashed into the porters room which it demolished. A third was destroyed by fire owing to the ignition of gas in the cylinder beneath the framework - fortunately no lives were lost by this means Ten passengers as well as the foreman porter were killed, and 66 passengers and five railway employees were injured.

At this time of day two express trains normally passed each other at Witham, but the up express from Cromer was a minute late It had already been signalled and was rapidly approaching the station at full speed. With great presence of mind the signal man slammed all his signals to danger immediately he heard the crash, and the up express drew to a halt six hundred yards from the wreckage.

The wrecked train had been travelling at over 65 miles per hour. The driver said

"As I was approaching the overbridge coming into Witham I noticed that there were three men on the line in front of me working on the right hand rail of the down line. They were all in i a stooping position, close together. They all kept looking round at the approaching train, I was beginning to get anxious about them as I was getting uncomfortably close. I did not take special notice of what they were doing, but it seemed to me they wanted to get something done before I went over the spot. As Ireached the spot, the ganger put himself in a kneeling position, and the eyes of them all were riveted on the one spot which they had just left,"

The men were working on the crossing from the up to the down line, and it was at this point that derailment occurred. Shunter Hume said

"At the time the accident occurred I was standing in the four-foot way of the up line, opposite the crossover road I had just finished shunting a special coal train, and I was going across to the signalbox to tell the signalman that I had finished. I was waiting there on the up line for the down express to pass, just on the London side of the overbridge. I was watching the crossing and as the engine came onto it I saw there was a key out at the wing rail at the V crossing timber. As soon as the train began to go over it the rail began to jump up. The engine and two coaches passed over safely but the third one dropped off and ploughed up the road. I said to the Foreman 'That looks well', and he replied *0 My God !' Then I went up to the station to assist. George Fisher was at the bookstall at the time. Most of the carriages stayed between the platforms when they derailed. But one mounted the platform on the down side, struck the porters hut which was in the open, and finished up on its side under the footbridge. This was the worst incident. In the hut were . Joe Doole, Bill Dene and Fred Ardley. Poor old Joe was killed. In the other section of the hut were porters Bill Chalk, Arthur Chalk, Walter North, George Adams and I think Ted Lewsey, the last three being from Black Notley

It was Ben Sainty I think who was able to put the signals at danger and stop the up express. On it were the Norwich City team with their manager Sid Boxraan and they all came along to help with the rescue-. So did the off-duty railway men, 8 St. Johns Ambulance training certainly paid off,"

At the enquiry the Inspector pointed out that the Forman Platelayer and two other platelayers who were at work with him loosening ballast at the crossing absolutely denied the truth of Shunter Hume's evidence and asserted that no keys had been removed from the line. He said

"It is impossible to resist the conclusion that the derailment at this point was probably due to a weakening of the line at the knuckle timber owing to the work which was being carried out by the platelayers9 It is possible that these men had exceeded the foremanf'S instructions and had removed some fastenings, and that on the approach of the train they were engaged in restoring them but they had not time to do so completely before it arrived.The knuckle of the crossing is the portion of road which is subjected to the severest strain. When a train runs through it. The wheels of each vehicle after leaving the V crossing have to a certain extent to make a jump from V onto the wing rail, and during the passage of a train the wing rail thereby sustains a constant succession of more or less severe blows. This is especially the case when as in this instance the crossing is situated at the point where the gradient of the line changes from a falling one to a rising one. The fact that the line at the knuckle timber was slightly out of level would tend to increase the severity of these blows.

If as appears probable the line at this point had also been weakened by the removal of some fastenings, a failure of some portion of the permanent way at the knuckle when the crossing was run through by a train at a speed of about 70 miles an hour is not surprising; And with that speed this failure might readily have led to the results which occurred in this case."

The three platelayers were discharged. The claims for personal injuries were settled to the amount of £5000 by the Great Eastern Railway Company.

The famine of 1527

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 11:04:00 +0000

The harvest of 1527 in East Anglia was a failure, and there was a great dearth of barley and wheat in the eastern counties. The price of grain recketed. In December the Government appointed commissioners to make a report of the grain stocks in the Eastern Counties. Mercifully, part of this report dealing with the Hinckford Hundred, which was made by William Clopton, survives. It covers ten villages, and shows wide variation in grain stocks from village to village. William Clopton estimated, in his report, that a bushel of "bread corn" (wheat) and one and a half bushels of "drink corn" (barley) were required to sustain six persons for a week. Using this formula, he was able to calculate whether stocks were sufficient to last the twenty weeks until about the middle of the following May. (I suspect that the parishes were loth to disclose their stocks in case they were 'redistributed' elsewhere)

From Clopton's report it appears that no village had a surplus of wheat.

Belchamp Otton, with 113 inhabitants, had a surplus of barley, 84 quarters 2 bushels, but a deficit of 62 quarters of wheat;
Brundon, with nineteen inhabitants, had a surplus barley store of 27 quarters 3 1/2 bushels, and lacked only one peck of wheat;
Bechamp Otton also had 63 quarters of pease.
Ballingdon, with 223 inhabitants, had a deficit of over 138 quarters of wheat and nearly 154 bushels of barley
Belchamp St. Paul, with 131 inhabitants, had a wheat deficit of 77 1/2 bushels and a barley deficit of 113 1/2 bushels
Foxearth, with 126 inhabitants, needed 89 1/2 bushels of wheat and 86 1/2 bushels of barley.

Attempts by Cardinal Wolsey to import grain were obstructed by the Duke of Norfolk, who was benefitting enormously from the high price of grain. Wolsey also tried to stop the East Anglian farmers from exporting food, much to their annoyance. Famine relief descended into farce, when the shipment of grain was not paid for and the French merchants returned back to France with English hostages

The famine was followed by a slump in trade. The combination caused several riots in East Anglia.

It is interesting to see Foxearth's population as being only 125 people in 1527. In 1847, ir was 474, and in 1911 was 335.

Pentlow and the Poll Tax

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 16:00:00 +0000

As luck would have it, we have a record of the Poll-Tax payers of Pentlow for the year 1381. It is interesting to note that some of the surnames have persisted in the area, (Oliver, Reeve, Brett, Bunting, Clarke, Gurney are surnames that catch the eye). There were said to be thirty men and twenty women, but this is unlikely. One suspects that there were probably many more, but the ones that got listed for poll tax were the unfortunates that couldnt hide!

Pentelowe.Parish 1381

Free Tenants

Nicholas Clerk and his wife
Richard Clerk and his wife
John (Johannes) Buntyng
Thomas Gerneys and his wife
Willelm Gerneys and his wife
Willelm Reve and his wife
Stephan Gerneys and his wife
Simon Dereby and his wife
John (Johannes) Olyver
John (Johannes) Dawnce junior
John (Johannes) Cry sale senior and his wife
Reginald Promet and his wife

Laborours

John (Johannes) Dawnce senior and his wife
Thomas Reve and his wife

Servants and workers

John (Johannes) Bret and his wife
John (Johannes) Whypp
Willelm Kylat
Robert Auton
John (Johannes) O(l)eval
Johanna Rokeber
John (Johannes) Stokton
Margaret Reve
John (Johannes) Thomas and his wife
John (Johannes) Grey and his wife
John (Johannes) Clerk and his wife
Walter Plante and his wife
John (Johannes) Propechant
John (Johannes) Robac and his wife
Margaret Bontyng
Thomas Crisaland his wife
John (Johannes) servant of Willelm Gerneys
John (Johannes) Galor

Weaver

John (Johannes) Crisale

The Addyman Collection

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Mon, 27 Aug 2007 16:52:00 +0000

It may have seemed that things have been quiet on the site. Certainly, there has been little to report in the 'Hysterical Hystorian' though I have, I must confess, appeared on the Telly again

What has happened is that we've been leant a collection of photographic plates dating from around 1920 to 1940 showing places and people around the Sudbury area. These photographs may have never been seen before. I don't know if these plates have ever had prints taken from them.

Around thirty years ago, John Addyman was walking home from the pub in Gainsborough Street with a friend when he walked past a Skip. The old shop was being cleaned out for rebuilding work and the skip was full of photographic glass plates, many of them smashed. To his horror, John found that they were over fifty years old and came from the old photographers shop.

There was only one thing to be done. He and his inebriated friend gathered all the plates he could rescue, around 160 of them

John, and a friend then catalogued them as best they could. However, they did not have the time and money to develop prints from the plates and eventually they went into a box in the attic.

John died last year, in retirement in Wales. The Addyman Estate were concerned about this obvious part of our legacy and has been kind enough to offer the plates to us on condition we put prints onto our site on the internet.

We received the plates last week and pored through the catalogue. There are views that we thought no longer existed, including three of the interior of Ward's Brewery, and many scenes of carnivals, sports events, people, and buildings in the area. In a word, it is sensational

we hope to be showing some of the pictures in full resolution soon on the site. In the meantime, there are just a few samples! Developing and Restoring these photos is paistaking work. When we've finished, we are hoping to offer the collection to the County records office, so that the originals will be available to researchers and historians.

The Pentlow Home Guard

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Fri, 27 Jul 2007 17:24:00 +0000

Here is a photo of part of Pentlow Home Guard c 1940 Outside the Pinkuah Arms. It is a rare photo that we've only recently been fortunate to come across. The mystery is this. Who is the officer in the front row? We're stumped.

Left to right back row.

Wilfred Braybrook who was in the West Kent Cadet force before joining Home Guard---in 1941 joined Royal Navy and escorted merchant ships on North Atlantic convoys He says only posing with Home Guard for photo.
Arthur Self
George Chambers who was killed in an accident while training with explosives at Gestingthorpe.
Maurice Fitch

Front row

Albert Plumb
Fred Braybrook
unknown officer
Bill Self
Bill Chambers

The Slit Nose

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 18:49:00 +0000

The ghost stories of M. R. James are some of the best in the english language. they are often set in East Anglia, and were originally told to the boys at Eton School, where M. R. James was the Provost, on Summer Camps. He was bought up near Bury St Edmunds, the son of a local vicar, and knew the region

When he came to write his 'perambulation' of Norfolk and Suffolk in 1930, he produced one of the best introductions to the two counties, but occasionally he managed to introduce the odd tale that were more reminiscent of his more popular books

Turning into the churchyard (of Bury Cathedral), which is a beautiful place, you may see the shapeless ruin of the charnel-chapel, a good view of the north side of St. Mary's with the Notyngham porch, and a fine old house of 1730, once the " Clopton Asylum," now devoted to Church uses. In this churchyard it was that on New Year's Day of 1722 Arundel Coke, barrister, invited his brother-in-law Edward Crispe to take a stroll after supper ; and had a man waiting with a bill-hook, who fell upon Crispe and hacked him and left him for dead.

Coke went back to his house and said that Crispe would be in shortly, and spoke more truly than he thought, for soon afterwards Crispe did crawl in covered with blood. He was mended up, and Coke and his accomplice Woodburne were tried under the Coventry Act for slitting Crispe's nose. Coke's defence was that he did not intend to slit Crispe's nose, but to kill him ; and was insistent to know whether the nose could be said to be slit within the meaning of the statute, when the edge of it was not cut through. Lord Chief Justice Sir Peter King was of opinion that it was duly slit, and Coke was hanged.

Tilty Mill

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 08:19:00 +0000

It seems incredible that we are about to witness the spoiling of the last intact Watermill in Essex. By spoiling, I mean conversion to residential use. Watermills are a neglected part of our heritage. No planner seems at ease with them; archaeologists seem woefully ignorant about them, and historians shun the important story of the mill's role in parish and district.

Tilty is a mid to late 18th century watermill which is currently grade 2 star listed (in the top 4% of listed buildings in the country) and is still intact and restorable at the moment.

It is one of the last original, intact and restorable watermills and as such is fully warranting its grade 2 star listing if not higher.

Its machinery is still as intact as the last day it finished milling in the 1950's.

The mill has however been allowed to fall into disrepair by its owner for the last 20 years and is now threatened with being lost forever as after thedeliberate neglect the owner is now seeking planning permission to convert the mill into residential with the proviso that he will 'restore' the building IF he is allowed planning permission to convert the mill to residential and a new build alongside it and make a healthy profit from this.

This will of course ruin the mill.

This application has been objected to by

SPAB
Essex Mills group
Save Britains Heritage
Ancient Monuments Society
Council for British Archaeology
Essex Society for History and Archaeology
Campaign to Protect Rural Essex
Essex County Council
Tilty Parish Council
Great Easton parish council

Also a local petition raised over 125 signatures and 31 official letters of objection were sent to Uttlesford District Council but somehow councillors voted through the planning application last week.

The fight to save Tilty Mill now goes to go east.

Your help is needed.

More information on ...Save Tilty Mill

The Englishman's view of history

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Tue, 20 Mar 2007 08:53:00 +0000

Songs of Education:

I. History
Form 991785, Sub-Section D

by G.K. Chesterton

The Roman threw us a road, a road,
And sighed and strolled away:
The Saxon gave us a raid, a raid,
A raid that came to stay;
The Dane went west, but the Dane confessed
That he went a bit too far;
And we all became, by another name,
The Imperial race we are.

Chorus
The Imperial race, the inscrutable race,
The invincible race we are.

Though Sussex hills are bare, are bare,
And Sussex weald is wide,
From Chichester to Chester
Men saw the Norman ride;
He threw his sword in the air and sang
To a sort of a light guitar;
It was all the same, for we all became
The identical nobs we are.

Chorus
The identical nobs, individual nobs
Unmistakable nobs we are.

The people lived on the land, the land,
They pottered about and prayed;
They built a cathedral here and there
Or went on a small crusade:
Till the bones of Becket were bundled out
For the fun of a fat White Czar,
And we all became, in spoil and flame,
The intelligent lot we are.

Chorus
The intelligent lot, the intuitive lot,
The infallible lot we are.

O Warwick woods are green, are green,
But Warwick trees can fall:
And Birmingham grew so big, so big,
And Stratford stayed so small.
Till the hooter howled to the morning lark
That sang to the morning star;
And we all became, in freedom's name,
The fortunate chaps we are.

Chorus
The fortunate chaps, felicitous chaps,
The fairy-like chaps we are.

The people they left the land, the land,
But they went on working hard;
And the village green that had got mislaid
Turned up in the squire's back-yard:
But twenty men of us all got work
On a bit of his motor car;
And we all became, with the world's acclaim,
The marvellous mugs we are:

Chorus
The marvellous mugs, miraculous mugs.
The mystical mugs we are.

Global Cooling

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Mon, 12 Mar 2007 11:11:00 +0000

What of Climate Change? Is there historical evidence for it?

Just recently, we have been involved in a considerable task of going through newspapers and other historical records to find evidence of climate change in East Anglia. There have certainly been changes. The sea froze off Southend at the turn of the 20th Century, and the Stour once froze so regularly as to allow an occasional skating race. However, these seem to be normal short-term variations within a fairly stable climate, so called 'mini ice-ages'. There have been warm periods before, including the one that ushered in Palladian architecture.

Ancient weather patterns in Britain are difficult to describe except in the most general terms. The best attempt at a historical analysis is probably that of H H Lamb (Climate Vol 2 Methuen 1977: 372-4, 384-5) who has suggested the following variations in the post-glacial European climate. Palaeometeorology and tree-ring analysis has filled in a lot of detail, but the broad analysis still seems valid:

up to 6000 bc. Temperatures gradually rising with winters generally milder, and the summers rather warmer than today.

6000 to 3500 bc. A 'climatic optimum' with mild winters. The humidity was greater than before or after. The wind was generally westerly.

3500 to 1000/500 bc. A generally warm settled regime with some serious interruptions and fluctuations of temperature and humidity at c. 200 years intervals.

1000/500 bc to ad 100. A decisive shift to a colder, wetter climate in N. W. Europe, the most marked change being from c. 1000 to 700 bc, so that by the second half of the first millennium bc the weather would have been comparable with today. The winds in this period were generally N. W./N. in summer and W. in winter.

ad 100 to ad 400. Some recovery of warmth and a tendency to be drier.

AD 400 to ad 800. Reversion to colder, wetter weather.

ad 800 to ad 1300 gradual improvement culminating in a warmer epoch in twelfth and thirteenth centuries.

ad 1300 onwards. With some significant exceptions (e.g. the poor weather of the late fourteenth century, the 'little Ice Age' of the seventeenth century) and a cold period in late victorian times, the climate is thought to have been much the same as it is today.

The best that can be done in any investigation into weather effects in former times is probably to assume that, back to c. 1000 bc, the climate was generally as it is now, but with considerable variations that have lasted for up to a century.

Pauline Plumb

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 22:15:00 +0000

One normally hesitates to treat matters as recent as sixty years ago as history, since relatives are still around, and memories are long. However, the following sad tragedy of Pauline, a local girl, is particularly poignant, and her living relatives are happy for her story to be retold.

October 2nd 1947.

The story of an 18-years-old Pentlow girl’s last meeting with a young with a young ex-Polish Army corporal with whom she had been associating an her suicide within a few seconds of leaving him was told to the Nottingham District Coroner (Mr C.A.Mack) at an inquest on Saturday at Mansfield Woodhouse near Mansfield.

The jury returned a verdict of “Suicide while the balance of mind was disturbed”, after hearing evidence that the girl, Pauline Patricia Joan Plumb, of Pannell’s Ash farm, Pentlow near Sudbury, had deliberately walked in front of a bus.

The tragedy occurred outside as miner’s hostel at Forest Town near Mansfield where the Pole, Wojtylo Kazinierz, is stationed, at about 11-30 on Wednesday night. Kazinierz said they were lovers.

Joseph Plumb, farm labourer, said his daughter was employed in a Sudbury corset factory and he last saw her on Tuesday, September 23rd. She went to work but never returned, but he thought nothing of it as sometimes she stayed the night at a friend’s. She was of a happy disposition and quite a normal girl. She had never threatened to take her life and he could think of no reason why she should do so. He knew she was friendly with a Pole when he was stationed in the neighbourhood.

Edgar Hufffen of “Lyndale”, Skegby Lane, Sutton in Ashfield a passenger on the bus which was conveying miners home from work said he saw the girl step into the path of the bus when it was six or seven yards away. She gave no indication but seemed to hesitate and turn her face towards it. The driver swerved and did everything he could to avoid a collision, “ but I got the impression that she intended to be hit by the bus”, said the witness.

Kazinierz told the Coroner that while stationed at Sudbury last March he met the deceased at a dance and they met quite frequently and corresponded after he was demobilised and he went North to train for coal mining.

On one occasion she visited him and stayed at a hotel for five days while he was in a camp.

He moved to Forest Town hostel in September 21st and wrote telling her. By that time they were lovers.

In a letter he asked her if it was true that she had been meeting other boys as he had heard. She sent a telegram to him to say she was coming to see him and on Wednesday night was waiting at the hostel when he returned from work. He told her if it was true she had been meeting other boys she had better not write to him again. She denied it said the witness and went on to describe how deceased said that no one knew she was coming and that her father would be very angry if he learnt of her visit.

They went for a walk and as they passed over the bridge of a small stream she said “it would be a nice place to jump in” I asked why she said that and she replied “I have nothing to live for now”.

Deceased suggested he should marry her, said the witness, but he told her he could not discuss marriage until he had saved enough money. He left her in order to go back to the hostel.

He was looking back from about 80 yards when he saw the bus and heard it stop suddenly and he saw the girl lying under it, he ran into the hostel for help.

The driver of the bus, Leonard Dickenson, was exonerated.

more thieves and receivers than any other part of the county

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 14:56:00 +0000

It is rather startling to think of the wild past of Cavendish as one, nowadays, creeps into the Bull Inn, on a sunday, to see the ranks of genteel retired bank-managers eating their sunday lunches.

A wilder and more robust past is hinted at by the following two news items. It also gives a clue why Glemsford was referred to not as 'Little Egypt' in victorian times but 'Little Hell'.

March 21st 1867. Glemsford. The following robberies have been committed in the neighbourhood. Two guns and two coombs of beans were stolen from Mr Smith of Braggins, a large quantity of poultry from Mr Smith of Hill Farm, the shop of Mr Clarke of Finsted Street, grocery and drapery, nearly all the poultry from Mr Eagle, all the poultry from Mr Maxim of Lodge Farm , two ducks from Mr Hale of Finsted End, all the poultry from Mrs Harvey of Park Farm . The farmers in the neighbourhood keep their guns or revolvers ready as a visit from these nocturnal organised thieves may be expected. I believe that at Glemsford and Cavendish we have more thieves and receivers than to be found in any other part of the county.

October 31st 1867. Samuel Croxon and Alfred Taylor of Glemsford were charged with stealing pears the property of Mrs Ewer at Foxearth, Samuel Ward said he was in the employ of Mrs Ewer, he saw defendant’s with five others on the highway, he followed them and saw them in the orchard. 21 days.The chairman of the bench said in this district of Glemsford and Liston hardly a person was safe and people on Sundays were kept from going to church to prevent depredations.

Gustav Holst, and songs of Praise

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 21:51:00 +0000

A fortnight ago, I appeared briefly on Songs of Praise, on the television, to explain some of my theories and thoughts about Gustav Holst and Thaxted. This is all in the article I wrote for the Foxearth and District Local History society a while back, delving into the history of the residency of one of Britain's best composers in Thaxted from 1913 onwards.

It is actually the third occasion in which I've been interviewed on television about something I'd written on this website. Firstly it was on Sky, talking about Harry Price, then it was on ITV, on Daytime Television, talking with Dr Chris about Candied Eringo.

It was rather nice being interviewed for the telly. One can so easily forget that the interviewer's intelligent questions and appreciative grunts are all pretended, and get carried away waffling on about one's pet subject. Then the filming stops, and they relax, no longer the slightest bit interested, leaving one blathering on to an unreceptive audience.

The team from Songs of Praise were extraordinarily nice people, and managed to engender remarkable atmosphere of cooperation and tranquility around them.

Curiously, it is the second Songs of Praise filmed, in part, here at Pentlow Mill. The first was Cavendish's 'Village Praise' a few years ago, which, for some reason was partially filmed on the Essex side of the river.

The most appreciative viewer, on the two most recent occasions that I appeared on the Box, was the lady in Scotland who had knitted my splendid Shetland Jersey, which I proudly wore whilst being filmed.

The Great Death of Birds

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 14:49:00 +0000

Whilst thumbing through the Anglo-Saxon Chronicles the other day (Translated by Anne Savage) I came across the entry

671AD There was the Great Death of Birds

in the year 664 there had been a plague, but it would seem that, on this occasion, the Bird Plague did not cross the species barrier. Nothing is new, it seems, not even plagues.

Cavendish: a description from 1865

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 18:47:00 +0000

Cavendish as it was. (written in June 1st 1865)

During the past few years our pretty little village has been completely altered and improved in external appearance and if a lad who left Cavendish 50 years ago were to return he would hardly recognise it as the place he knew in his boyhood.

We possess a wide street and most houses are of neat and unique form though occasionally we meet here and there a house reminding us of the barbarous taste of our forefathers.

The village itself is closely built and compact extending half a mile in length, and at its Clare end you come upon extensive and beautiful village green where the “arabs” disport themselves.

The population is 1300 souls with a number of professional gentlemen both in divinity, law and physics, we have butchers, grocers, drapers, provision and leather shops etc etc, we have extensive maltings, a factory and a good straw plait market every Friday.

The railway passes through the village and is expected to be open next month, the gates at Pentlow bridge are completed and the ballast engine passes the whole length to Haverhill

Religious requirements of the inhabitants are well attended to with a commodious church and a pretty rectory and a kind and earnest clergyman to point the way to heaven, likewise we have recently erected a handsome chapel.

Near the railway station there in course of construction is a substantial new hotel on the Pentlow road.

Cavendish fair bids to be one of the most progressive villages in East Anglia.

The Railway Arms
Once called a hotel?

(We puzzle over the description of the 'substantial new hotel on the Pentlow Road'. This can only refer to the old Railway Arms pub, now sadly just a private house. It was built just before the railway opened, in 1864 by Mr Thomas Skelton, as a speculation. It was placed on the corner of Lower road and Pentlow Street on the site of a previous building. It certainly had hopes, when it was first built, of being a grand Railway Hotel, and once did a good trade as a public house from the many trippers who visited Cavendish by train at the weekends, and from the farmers who loaded their produce at the station during the week. It was never, as far as I know, ever referred to as a hotel.
"The house on the right hand side, where the Railway Arms stands, Thomas Skilton lived. He was a big man and gardened a little field. It was called Towne Field. It was by the side of Water Lane and went up to the house that stands by the path that goes up by the fields" (J Braybrooke
The rather grand house next to it, Railway House, was built by the proprietor of the Mat Factory, Mr Churchward. He actually merely extended on an existing house, clearly marked in previous maps, and still there as a wing.)

The Waveney Valley Floods of August 1912

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Tue, 16 Jan 2007 09:23:00 +0000

We were struck by a Tornado on New Year's day. It was only an R0 when we got it, taking the tops off trees and so on, but it, in places it lifted off roofs, and moved cars. Tornados are not uncommon, strangely enough, and one can read accounts of storm damage in old newspapers where the storms are, pretty certainly, tornados. Whenever we get an unusual weather event, the journalists start chanting the 'climate change' mantra. A strange amnesia grips the average man when faced with the subject of weather. He can remember about wars, the names of the kings of england, and famous footballers of the 1940s, but extreme weather events seem to get lost to history, thereby making today's weather seem unusual.

East Anglia suffers from summer rainstorms that can be catastrophic. In fact, the Norwich Union was formed after two disasterous floods in Norwich in the nineteenth century. Here is a striking account, preserved in Eugene Ulph’s Scrapbook 1962-64, which is now in the Beccles Museum, describing such a summer storm, the Waveney Valley Floods.

Waveney Valley Floods of August 1912

Torrential rain accompanied by a severe hurricane left scenes of flooding and desolation. The strong wind and heavy rain played havoc with trees, orchards and houses on the higher ground. In 36 hours four inches of rain fell at Beccles. Weeks of wet days with only occasional sunshine culminated in a deluge in the last weekend of August. However towards the end of Sunday there seemed to be a promise of better things. On the contrary, the next day brought terrific wind and more rain and on the Tuesday morning the extent of the widespread damage was fully apparent.

Slates and tiles strewed the roads, tall trees were on the ground and fruit trees were stripped of their crops. chimney stacks were either on the ground or resting on neighbouring properties. Right in the middle of the town there was special evidence of the force of the storm in the battered appearance of the detached tower of the Parish Church. Large portions of stonework had been forced off by wind and rain.

The Waveney burst its banks, and miles of marshland on both sides of the town resembled a vast inland sea. The Gillingham Marshes were often flooded during the winter months, but this time water also lay to a great depth on those belonging to the Corporation.

Railway communication on the Waveney Valley Line between Beccles and Bungay was impossible as the track across Gillingham marshes was washed away for some distance. It was not long before the rising waters on the Corporation level brought services along the Yarmouth and Lowestoft lines to a standstill.

Swirling expanses of water cut off the town from the west, north and east. Even the south was affected, for from the higher ground towards Weston water rushed through Swine’s Green and along St Anne’s Road, causing flooding at Ingate Street. The medieval St Anne’s River was in existence once again. Its swollen waters contributed to those rapidly rising on the College and Caxton football grounds at the railway end of the Avenue.

Scene of desolation.

There was a scene of desolation in the Avenue, as elsewhere, as many trees had been blown down and the roadway was submerged to a depth of nearly a foot. It was very difficult to get to the Common, both lanes also being flooded.

Allotment holders in that part of the town suffered greatly as the preceding weather had delayed the harvesting of crops. When the water eventually receded, tenants found their plots in a deplorable state through the overflowing of sewage. Pumping at the Common Lane sewage station stopped on the Tuesday and could not be restarted for several days. In the meantime there was an awful accumulation in the sewers, causing a lot of concern to the authorities.

House flooding was particularly serious in the vicinity of the river. Many properties suffered at Bridge Street, Fen Lane, Thurlow’s Yard and Puddingmoor. There was a loss too at industrial undertakings. The timber yards and saw mills of Darby Bros. just on the Gillingham side of Beccles Bridge, were completely submerged. On the Beccles bank the tannery at Northgate was badly hit. Work was suspended for almost a week through the yards being inundated, the pits flooded and the water level reaching the fire bars of the engine.

Messrs Smith & Eastaugh lost a quantity of malt from their premises at the Score. Several tons of salt were dissolved when the water reached their store at the Staithe. The Northgate boat-sheds of George Wright were flooded. Mr Wright pointed out marks made on his buildings during a big inundation in 1879. Their height however was exceeded by eight or nine inches this time.

Bullocks Rescued.

Being summertime there were plenty of cattle on the marshes bordering the Waveney on the Gillingham side of the town. When on Monday evening water was creeping up an effort was made by marsh-men to remove a batch of five store beasts to safety. Despite their persistent efforts the bullocks refused to budge and, finally had to be left to their fate.

Next morning a photographer, Mr A. Leyneek, of Station Road, happened to see the animals floundering about while he was gazing at the flooded marshes from the churchyard wall. Braving the danger caused by wind and swiftly flowing water, he borrowed a rowing boat and set out towards the animals in the hope that he could attract them to safety. After a great deal of patient effort he got them to swim towards the town side of the river. Eventually they were hauled ashore by a band of willing helpers at the Puddingmoor boatyard of Mr Herbert Hipperson.

Wheat and barley standing in sheaves in the fields between Harleston and Bungay was washed away by the rising waters. Bungay itself was almost surrounded. Moving over Earsham Dam like a huge river, the flood washed away the embankment of the railway and the ballast from the track. The same thing happened on the Ditchingham side of Bungay station.

Some animals were drowned.

The Bodies by the Bridge

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Sun, 07 Jan 2007 17:23:00 +0000

in December 1850, some men who were employed employed in raising stone in a field farmed by Corbin (or Corben) Morley near Glemsford County bridge found the bones of two human bodies two feet down below the surface, a short distance from the hedge.

It was investigated by a local man, Mr Boutell who reported that the skeletons were a male amd young female. They ranged side by side, with the male on the right side, with no vestige of a coffin. They were laid east to west, suggesting that it was a Christian burial. This was further implied by the finding of a crude crucifix, consisting of two sticks laid across them. According to local tradition, there was supposed to be an ancient site of a monastery in that field (there is no record of any ecclesiastical building there). However, old ploughmen spoke of having felt the plough 'jump' over foundations. There was also a spring, a hundred yards away, from which poured clear pure cold water, and known as 'Holy Water'. At that time, thirsty labourers would go half way across the field for draughts of this cold sweet water from this spring.

The men who had been employed in 'raising stones' by the farmer struck the foundations of a wall 6-7 feet below the surface, the stones appeared to be about 4lbs in weight and of regular size. For the farmer to have found it worthwhile employing men to dig to that depth, there must have been a number of good stones around.

Two coins were found. The first coin was a penny piece of the reign of Henry the 3rd (1216 till 1272) The second was a silver two penny piece from the reign of Charles 1st (1625 till 1649). A copper token was found of Thomas Reynolds of the Star Inn and Huckster.

This remains one of those frustrating stories where one would like to know so much more. Where was the spot? One assumes that the bridge was the one that took the main road to Long Melford over the Glem, but the fact that it was called the 'County' bridge implies that it was the bridge over the river to Foxearth in the next county. Unfortunately, there were two bridges here, (sometimes just one bridge and a ford). As the bodies were buried at the edge of the parish, one wonders if they were suicides.

However, the idea of a young couple buried together near the ruins of a monastery must have fired the imagination of the people of Glemsford, and it is not much later that the daughters of the nearby rectory, Henry Bull, concocted the fantastic legends of the nun and monk escaping from the monastery at Borley , and being captured and killed. (the nun walled up alive).

The 'Haunting' of Liston Rectory

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Tue, 02 Jan 2007 17:08:00 +0000

It is a bizarre coincidence that Liston Rectory, in the next parish to Borley, suffered from a haunting. Unlike Borley Rectory, the whole matter was solved due to the dogged persistence of the local policeman. This haunting happened in 1857, before the notorious Borley Rectory was built, but would have been remembered by locals since it was reported in the papers.

We take our account from the Suffolk Free Press of December 1857

During the first fortnight in December the peace of the residents of Liston Rectory was disturbed by strange unusual knockings which were heard in various parts of the mansion which sometimes appeared to come from the roof and sometimes from different rooms in the house, windows were broken and casements rattled, and sometimes the foundations of the house seemed shaken.

The Rev Fisher and family were of course annoyed and a watch was set but to no purpose, and the sounds continued

At length the nuisance became unbearable and the police constable of Foxearth, P.C.Edwards, was called in to endeavour to put a stop to it.

For several days it baffled the shrewdness of the officer but being no believer in ghost stories he went to work on the convictions that the sounds proceeded from someone who had not yet "shuffled off this mortal coil". Accordingly he kept a close eye on the domestics and his suspicions fell upon a girl named Deeks of about 14 years

It was noticed that the sounds generally occurred when she had the occasion to go to some part of the house when she would be alone, She would then rush back exclaiming "did you hear that noise". At length his suspicions were amply verified having observed her going into one of the rooms, he followed her noiselessly, and when there was a rapping he saw the shadow of her arm commenced in corresponding motion upon the opposite wall. When she came gliding out of the room he met her. She pretended to be alarmed and enquired "did you hear that". By reply he said "yes I did and you did it"

It was an accusation she did not long attempt to deny, Her master was informed of the discovery and experiments were tried out in other parts of the house and the same effects were produced.

The mansion is somewhat antiquated and the divisions of the walls are in places hollow being composed of wood panelling. The girl had discovered what had escaped general observations; that striking on hollow walls in different parts of the house would have remarkable varied sounds and effects.

It is supposed she used to vary her performances occasionally by slyly lifting up the sash of a window and stepping onto the lawn and throw a stone or two through some of the windows.

No motive can be ascribed for her pranks, the Rev gentleman and his lady are remarkably kind and indulgent to all about them.

The girl was dismissed at once and conveyed home to her parents and the removal of the cause of the rapping had ceased in Liston Rectory and usual quiteitude was restored.

The Ridgewell Witch

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 18:09:00 +0000

In case anyone thinks that belief in witchcraft had died out by the Nineteenth Century, here is an account from March 3rd 1859 of a miraculous cure of a Ridgewell girl who had been bewitched.

Ridgewell.
The belief is that witchcraft holds it's ground firmly, on Saturday last the 26th,, the quietude of this parish was upset by the appearance of a young female, the daughter of a labourer, who was walking about the village in the best of health after being ill for several weeks when she was taken at times in raving fits so that it takes three or four persons to keep her in bed, two or three physicians failed to find the cause of her illness.
The girl's father was recommended to have recourse to a supernatural agency, he was to procure a quantity of large pins, some common salt, some of the girl's urine, and put them in a bottle, get some thatch from the house that lay over the sleeping chamber of the old woman that was suspected of bewitching the girl and burn it and place the bottle in the flames, these the parent tried and according to the directions he fastened the door by nailing it up and stood sentry with a bill hook in one hand and a hammer in the other for it is said if the witch comes in the operator must not speak or the spell will be broken, the bottle continued in the fire until it exploded, no sooner this was done, the girl arose from her bed perfectly cured and went to the public house the same night with her father miraculously cured. It is the opinion of many that the last few days being fine helped the spell.

Harry Price and the Revelation (part one)

noreply@blogger.com (Andrew Clarke) — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 10:37:00 +0000

Such is the continuing reverence for Harry Price, the man responsible for the Borley Rectory Affair, that very few writers bother to check the facts of his life story. The first to do this in print was Trevor Hall with 'Search for Harry Price', published by Duckworth in 1978.

Ted Babbs, author of the recent 'Borley Rectory: The Final Analysis', writes that Hall’s biography was ‘a thoroughly unpleasant piece of work and no opportunity is lost to belittle the latter’s many and varied achievements and to question the truth of his claims.’. This is purely an emotional response to bad news.

If Mr Babbs, or any uncritical author, broadcaster or spiritualist who had pontificated about the Borley Rectory Affair, had cared to take time and study the documents and letters Harry Price bequeathed to the University of London, he would have discovered that, if anything, Hall underplayed Price’s lifestory.

He would also have discovered the Borley story was decidedly fishy, as was the case of the Battersea Poltergeist, the alleged mediumship of Stella Cranshaw, the talking mongoose, and hundreds of similar events their champion had investigated and written about.

Although to some it was obvious Price was living a pantomime, it is hilarious that this man, who seemed to have little idea about what he was doing in psychical research, duped the majority of his colleagues, the public, journalists and some of the greatest minds of his day with his po-faced seriousness, his great passion for phenomena and his bogus academic background. It must have been a fantastic piece of acting.

Richard Lambert, the editor of The Listener, who has first met Price in 1933, and visited him at his home Arun Bank in Sussex, where ‘the Magician meditated’ made the unintentionally hilarious remark that there was ‘something of Beckford, the collector, something of Priestley, the discoverer of oxygen’.

Harry Price, the paper bag expert, knew that if surrounded himself with the trappings of science and created the aura of a man deep in thought he could get away with almost anything, helped by his undoubted skill as a magician and showman.

He was an extremely likeable and clubbable man, so few bothered to look beyond his affability. All the grandstanding rows and recriminations followed by wide-eyed making up owed a lot to his ability as a salesman. It was something he had learned from his father and added to over his forty years representing a firm that sold greaseproof paper as a salesman.

He wanted his creation, the National Laboratory of Psychical Research to succeed, of course, since this would add to his prestige, but his method of trying to establish the model of a universe that no one understood only brought him frustration.

Out of his depth, he consciously invented mysterious phenomena and an eccentric personality he thought few would question, hoping that cash-rich supporters would keep faith with him and his ideas, knowing that positive acclamations of progress in psychical science brought in more money to pay for life’s luxuries.

On page 13 of his book, Mr Babbs stated it was hardly surprising that Price set up the NLPR and financed it ‘out of his considerable wealth.’

Price could not have afforded the Rolls-Royce cars, the antiques, the rare and expensive books, to say nothing of keeping a string of mistresses on his rather puny income, if he had not dipped into the generous funds his supporters had given the NLPR towards furthering his investigations into the unknown. Had he or his wife Connie been wealthy, it makes little sense that he continued to work for his employer Edward Saunders & Son until the day he died.

He worked, not because he needed to offset his income by ploughing hundreds of pounds of his own money into research, nor because, as he often claimed, he managed the firm his father owned – he worked as a travelling salesman because he could not afford to retire. He died 'in harness'.

Richard Morris