tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44616189962504708832024-03-18T03:04:09.922+00:00East Yorkshire local and family historyRandom jottings about East Yorkshire local history and the countrysideSusan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.comBlogger325125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-11363445202721789192024-03-15T15:41:00.001+00:002024-03-16T09:48:13.108+00:00Howden Hall East Yorkshire<p>It's a sunny breezy day - such a relief from the incessant rain - and although the snowdrops have all finished the daffodils are looking good. A friend came yesterday and we walked around with her phone app identifying what birds were about. Not only did it identify the various types of tits and the wren but also a tree creeper which I know we often had but had not seen so far this year. And we could also hear the wood pecker hammering away in the ash tree.</p><p>Last week I gave a talk at Skelton to the small history group which meets there about Howden Hall. It is well hidden behind its [listed] wall and although there is a lot of information about it in the Howden an East Riding Market Town book which I wrote several years ago with Ken Powls it was interesting to 'revisit' what I knew of its history.</p><p>Originally part of the extensive Metham lands for a time the Howden hall estate was a separate manor called Paradise [meaning an enclosure] owned by a family called Har[t]forth. It can be traced as being in the ownership in the mid 16th century of Peter Hartforth who was the Howden vicar or possibly curate. </p><p>Christopher Hartforth was the high constable in Elizabethan times and in the seventeenth century William Hartforth was the owner of the small manor of Paradise.which in in 1644 consisted of house, barn, stables, orchard, windmill and 3 crofts - about 30 acres in all. </p><p>He sold it to the Belt family of Belby who owned it by 1702.</p><p>In that year it was sold to the Worsop family who originated around Adlingfleet and Luddington. Rev Richard Worsop was vicar of Adlingfleet in the late seventeenth century.</p><p>Richard and Sarah Worsop were the first of the family to live at Howden. Richard died in 1723 aged 63 and is buried in Luddington. He is described on the family plaque as 'late of Howden'. His widow Sarah died in 1739 aged 77. </p><p>The plaque tells us that they had four sons and three daughters all of whom died young, other than a daughter Sarah who married Samuel Smith a Hull merchant and died in 1740 and a son Richard. When Richard died in 1758 aged 67 the Worsop property passed to two distant cousins, John and Hester Arthur. Richard requested in his will that they take the Worsop name.</p><p>William Arthur [1675-1741] of Wadworth near Doncaster had married Hester Worsop in 1704. The Arthur family lived at Alverley Hall/Grange. John Arthur, as requested, changed his name by act of parliament to John Arthur Worsop.</p><p>So in July 1778 <b>John Arthur Worsop</b> of Alverley Grange married Sarah Mauleverer at Arncliffe second daughter of Thomas. It is said that he was a gambler and mortgaged many of his lands.</p><p>They had three children: Hester, Richard and John. His wife Sarah died in 1790 and is buried at Luddington. He died 1818 and is also buried at Luddington.</p><p>After his death his eldest son Richard, who had served in the 11th Dragoons, took up permanent residence at Howden Hall.</p><p>His sister Hester Arthur Worsop had married John Parker Toulson in 1804 at Luddington. They lived at Skipwith Hall.</p><div class="page" title="Page 21"><div class="layoutArea"><div class="column"><p><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">His brother John Arthur Worsop (1784-1851) had also served in the army during the Napoleonic wars. He married Harriet Hesse Topham in 1806 at Thwing. She was the daughter of Major Topham of Wold cottage She died in 1810. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">Her obituary described her as having '<i>the most affable and engaging manners, and that beauty and countenance, which attracted the notice of all who saw her. She died at the age of 23 years, and has left two infant daughters—as yet unconscious of their loss</i>'.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">By 1841 John was living at Landford Manor House in Wiltshire. The house was also occupied by his son-in-law William Trollope, married to his daughter Maria, and their family. </span><span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 12pt;">He died on 21 May 1851. </span></p></div></div></div><p>Back in Howden the story of Richard is not straightfoward. </p><p><b>Richard Arthur Worshop</b> </p><p>He was educated at Harrow and Magdalen College Oxford where he matriculated in 1800 aged 19. He, like his younger brother, served in the 11th Dragoons. So far quite straightforward. We know he married Mary Ann Moat at St George's Hanover Square in London in February 1819.</p><p>But it seems as if he and Mary were already married [ I cannot find the marriage] as they had at least 6/7 children already. The eldest was Sarah born in July 1812 and the youngest Valentine born in July 1819 [after the marriage]. All these children were baptised in Sculcoates, now a part of Hull.</p><p>And who was Mary Ann Moat? We know that her parents were William and Elizabeth [nee Pool] - both were living at Howden Hall in 1841 and a Mary Ann Moat was baptised in Beverley in 1792.</p><p>So did Richard and Mary have a first 'secret' marriage'? Was she 'not suitable'? Did Richard's father not approve? We shall never know.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Q7iT2KHMS0shUXHP-TQVlTEj1zxXf_PKwT4hAWrrJc-DISriB-rEVL4o1JrFwAErzUeNB7jWtSVE88zUg73RCu2KdBphuMeRi177QheQfDuNroE-XCHKD4clJcNe3x2975lc8NZ8DQXpEwFDL14vQdoWSio5BsrEr5xaVIwgRJcuiyt2ejRuS3I2yVM/s500/howden%20hall%20richard%20A%20worhop.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="410" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Q7iT2KHMS0shUXHP-TQVlTEj1zxXf_PKwT4hAWrrJc-DISriB-rEVL4o1JrFwAErzUeNB7jWtSVE88zUg73RCu2KdBphuMeRi177QheQfDuNroE-XCHKD4clJcNe3x2975lc8NZ8DQXpEwFDL14vQdoWSio5BsrEr5xaVIwgRJcuiyt2ejRuS3I2yVM/s320/howden%20hall%20richard%20A%20worhop.jpg" width="262" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Richard Arthur Worsop</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxm0XHtkWS88fzmDbg4-9nH_Hthz35WdpbfOX9jFYVv7kAb_cCLHyiwTcIbn_ES3MhQdeioUPLYbGwdf582DuHbptP4pNlI3LVhufuJJYgO7YBs3sFlHMzqnUiaWC-XgVSMKCzgVhULWMT2nspoLdhpD6vZoGRE2wvGfUmRZDTXXdAXmdfMj2R0o0VyKk/s500/howden%20hall%20mary%20ann%20moat.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="406" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxm0XHtkWS88fzmDbg4-9nH_Hthz35WdpbfOX9jFYVv7kAb_cCLHyiwTcIbn_ES3MhQdeioUPLYbGwdf582DuHbptP4pNlI3LVhufuJJYgO7YBs3sFlHMzqnUiaWC-XgVSMKCzgVhULWMT2nspoLdhpD6vZoGRE2wvGfUmRZDTXXdAXmdfMj2R0o0VyKk/s320/howden%20hall%20mary%20ann%20moat.jpg" width="260" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary Ann Worsop nee Moat</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>But what we do know is that after they moved into the hall they had a further nine children including one born in Edinburgh in 1830 where they had a house. Richard died in 1835. Mary Ann died in 1849 and the hall was then sold.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>It was bought by <b>John Banks</b> who was a landowner and shipbuilder and whose family also owned Brackenholme near Hemingbrough. John owned almost 400 acres and a shipyard at Skelton near Howden.</p><p>John Banks and his wife Sarah nee Tennant had had 10 children - seven girls and three boys. Their son James died in 1874 at Wressle castle, Sarah died in 1877, John died in March 1778 aged 82 and only a fortnight later their son John also died.</p><p>John's obituary is below.</p><p><i>John Banks, of Howden Hall.— We regret to report tho death of Mr. John Banks of Howden Hall, which took place on Tuesday. Mr. Banks was one of the oldest inhabitants of ihe town, and was well-known and esteemed throughout the entire district. He commenced life in comparatively humble circumstances, and raised himself to a position of affluence. ln addition to his Howden estate, he was also a large owner of property in Goole, Selby, and otber places. He was 82 years of age</i>. </p><p>His memorial and others to the Banks family are in Hemingbrough church.</p><p>Then on 28th February 1879 John, son of James, who was only 25 died.</p><p>After this the whole of the Howden hall estate was put up for sale in October 1879</p><p><i>Important Property Sale.—On Thursday week, Mr. Robert Brown offered for sale by auction, at Bowman's Hotel, the Howden Hall estate, late the property of Mr. John Banks which included a number of houses, and 137 acres of land. There were in all 27 lots, of which Lot 21, the most important, comprised “the hall, outbuildings pleasure grounds, grass land adjoining:—in all, 55 acres. This was offered subject to the life interest of the Misses Banks and a charge of £3000. The highest bid was £3,600 by Mr. J. Hawke, but the lot was withdrawn. </i></p><p><i>Several of the detached dwelling-houses were sold at £400, or rather over; some of the smaller lots were sold at fair prices. The bidding for the land was of a very much less spirited character, only one field being bought at the sale, the price being £200. Several small plots of ground sold remarkably well, one of about three quarters of an acre being knocked down for £260. Mr. Henry Green was solicitor for the vendor, and the attendance was the largest ever known at a property sale at Howden.</i></p><p>In April 1881 Miss Ann Banks aged 45 was living alone in the hall with a cook and a housemaid. But in September that year at Howden she married Henry Blanchard Anderson a timber merchant a few years older than her whose business was at Howdendyke. Henry and Annie lived lived at the hall until her death in 1897.</p><p>Henry died in 1899. His obituary reads</p><p><i>Mr H. B. Anderson, of Howden Hall, died suddenly yesterday morning the age of 71. Though a native Fimber. near Driffield, he had for over forty years been resident Howden, where he successfully carried the business of a timber merchant. He was a Justice the Peace for the Riding and chairman of the local Conservative Association. For some years he was churchwarden. He was a Past Master of St Cuthbert's Lodge of Freemasons</i>.</p><p>Both Henry and Ann were buried at Hemingbrough.</p><p>In early 1900 the hall was advertised for sale but had no takers.</p><p>A report from February 1900 reads that </p><p><i>at the Station Hotel, Hall, on Thursday afternoon, the Howden Hall Estate was offered for sale by public auction. The auctioneer entertained the company to whiskey and cigars, and then spent half-an-hour in endeavouring to induce a bid, but was reluctantly compelled to declare the sale closed without one offer having been made</i></p><p>The contents were put up for sale in March 1900</p><p><i>Mr. JAMES GLEW is favoured with instructions from the Exors. of the late Henry Blanchard Anderson, Esq., J.P, to SELL BY AUCTION, on Thursday, March 29th, the Valuable Furnishings. Pictures, Electro-plate, Glass, etc., in the Drawing Room, Dining Room, Breakfast Room, six Bedrooms, Bath Room, Box Room, Entrance Hall, Wine cellar, Pantries, Passages, Office, Kitchen, Scullery, Garden, Greenhouse, Yard, etc.</i> </p><p>There is no mention here of the ballroom which is there now. A bit of a mystery as to who had it built and why?</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6Eo1hDi7KMaOi24Vy4kdMKAUxecrb8l24hVDFZfkOKLQgUM0zhxPchyphenhyphenMCyuxKEXKDUdMGsZBTl2XImICJuECPWhPoFzSI4bOOX_rvQ0f1Lrj1cQwtDtYrT27qvNXInEqsGA9HEi3mZuCV8UmQMS2rPKcmgpL5-Po3TXRo-uqFkDgUxeq_PV_9tzZiAo/s1026/howden%20hall%20fh.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="766" data-original-width="1026" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6Eo1hDi7KMaOi24Vy4kdMKAUxecrb8l24hVDFZfkOKLQgUM0zhxPchyphenhyphenMCyuxKEXKDUdMGsZBTl2XImICJuECPWhPoFzSI4bOOX_rvQ0f1Lrj1cQwtDtYrT27qvNXInEqsGA9HEi3mZuCV8UmQMS2rPKcmgpL5-Po3TXRo-uqFkDgUxeq_PV_9tzZiAo/s320/howden%20hall%20fh.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Howden Hall painted by local artist Frances Hutchinson</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>By 1901 Mrs <b>Elizabeth Wilkinson</b> was living at the hall. She was a 45 year old widow of independent means. Also there was her 17 year old niece Dorothy, a cook, a house maid and a kitchenmaid. Mrs Wilkinson was, before her marriage, Elizabeth Chaplin whose family were large landowners in the Bubwith area. She had married John William Wilkinson, fourth son of the vicar of Bubwith. He had died in 1899.</p><p>Mrs Wilkinson lived at the hall until her death in 1943. She maintained her interest in the Bubwith area and seems to have lived quietly in Howden.</p><p>In 1903 for example she gave new carved oak choir stalls to Bubwith Parish Church. The work, which cost about £200, was carried out by Messrs. Jones and Willis, of Birmingham, under the supervision of Mr. M. Wilson, of Sheffield, and included two prayer desks for the clergy.</p><p>After the death of Mrs Wilkinson the Howden hall estate was bought by James Edward 'Jimmy' Mortimer and his wife Mary. They had moved from Knedlington manor and he was something of an entrepreneur having previously owned the Howden airship station.</p><p>But soon after moving from Knedlington he died in 1946. His widow Mary died in 1951 leaving the hall to Dr and Mrs Mackenzie of Newport.</p><p>The Yorkshire Post reported in May 1951 that </p><p><i>A doctor and his wife of Newport, East Yorkshire, are undecided whether to occupy Howden Hall, with 52 acres of parkland and gardens, together with two cottages and outbuildings, left to them by the late Mrs. Mary Mortimer, who lived there until last February. Mrs Mortimer left £51,287 (net £50.130, duty paid £7,713). Dr. James M. McKenzle and his wife were both friends of Mrs. Mortimer, whom the doctor had attended for the past three years. Mrs Mortimer's husband died about four years ago. shortly alter they went to live at the Hall. Mrs. McKenzic told "The Yorkshire Post" last night that Mrs. Mortimer had hinted that she might leave the Hall them, but it was not confirmed until after her death. Dr. McKcnzie has been practising the Howden district for about 25 years.</i> </p><p>The Mackenzies remained at Newport and later sold a large part of the estate to the East Riding council who built a new secondary school on the site.</p><p>The hall itself has had other subsequent occupiers - bank managers Harry Carlisle and the Harrops and latterly Peter White and his family.</p><p><br /></p><br />Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-59912950406266574392024-01-22T09:45:00.005+00:002024-01-23T12:18:05.954+00:00Family connections - Jenkinson and Nagley<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> We have had a week of snow - very little here - and ice and have now had yet another 'named' storm. How did we ever manage when we looked at the sky to see if it was going to rain and put on a woolly hat when it was cold?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">In the garden the snowdrops are just showing white and a few daffodils are in bud but wisely they are waiting for a little warmth. I see them when I walk Molly who is an old dog now - she was a puppy when I began to write my blog- she likes lying in her bed next to the radiator and has to be coaxed out for a walk.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Both my history groups have now started and we are catching up after the Xmas break.So often you can pull a thread and you never know where you are going to end up. This was the case when I received an e mail from a gentleman whose grandmother was brought up in Goole and who was a very proficient musician.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Maud Hopkinson was born in Hunslet in 1884 but when she was 6 years old her father died of tuberculosis and she was ‘adopted’ by her aunt and uncle. Her uncle, Alfred Whittaker, was a professional sign writer and also a musician who played the violin and the piano. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In June 1913 an article about her appeared in the Goole Saturday Journal. This is an extract.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Miss Hopkinson, of 11 Jefferson Street, Goole, has lived in a musical atmosphere all her life. At an early age she made her debut as a pianist, and when twelve years old she secured her first professional engagement. This was to play at a dance at Saltmarshe Hall. She was assisted by her uncle, Mr Alfred Whitaker, who played the violin, and was complimented by the company for whom she played. Among the guests, and about her own age, was Miss Saltmarshe, who is now Lady Deramore. Needless to say, the half guinea Miss Hopkinson earned was greatly treasured. Following this she received similar engagements, but after a few years her taste for classical music became too strong to allow her to continue playing for dances, and naturally she declined to undertake any more work of that kind.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">About this time, Mr Rogers, a musician from Doncaster, expressed a desire to form a ladies’ orchestral society in Goole. Miss Hopkinson was so much in sympathy with this idea that she pluckily choose to learn the double bass, an essential instrument to the orchestra, yet one upon which few ladies desire to devote their practice. She soon became a good player, but unfortunately no ladies’ society was formed owing to the insufficient number of members. </span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>However Miss Hopkinson’s energies in this direction were not wasted, as she was invited to join the Goole Amateur Orchestral Society, and on several occasions she assisted at their concerts. Finding the double bass rather clumsy, and hardly suitable for solo work, the ‘cello next claimed Miss Hopkinson’s attention. She became a useful member of the Orchestral Society, and also assisted the Goole Operatic Society in the production of their operas - ‘Trial by Jury’, ‘Pirates of Penzance’ and ‘Les Cloches de Cornville’. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">When the Maidstone Violin Classes were formed at the Boothferry Road Boys’ and National Schools, with Mr Whitaker as instructor, Miss Hopkinson assisted. A well known Goole violinist to whom Miss Hopkinson gave his first lessons at these classes was Master S. Nagley. She soon discovered his natural ability, and although he joined the class at a later date than the majority he easily became the leading boy.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">At the present time Miss Hopkinson is best known as a pianist and organist. Her later pianoforte tuition was received from Herr Muller, Mus. Bac., under whom she studied harmony and counterpoint for two years. She was a prize winner at Pontefract Music Festival on two occasions, being successful in the class for pianoforte accompaniment at sight.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> Following a course of organ lessons under Mr Arthur Whitaker she obtained the post of organist at the United Methodist Church, and as an accompanist to the prize choir of that church she is well known as a very capable worker, and has played a number of oratorios.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> As a mark of appreciation of her untiring efforts on their behalf, the members of the choir presented her with a gold watch in January of last year.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">She is a member of the Royal College of Organists, and succeeded in passing the practical section of the associateship examination, held in London last July. Her coach for this work was Dr Eaglesfield Hull, F.R.C.O., Principle of the Huddersfield College of Music. Besides a year’s organ tuition under so eminent a master, Miss Hopkinson has attended lectures in London, Huddersfield and Manchester, and has heard some of the best English and continental organists, including a recital at Lucerne Cathedral.</span></i></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.15999984741211px; margin: 0cm 0cm 13.9pt -0.25pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.15999984741211px; margin: 0cm 0cm 13.9pt -0.25pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5pt;">Three years later Maud married</span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5pt;"> Walter Tom Jenkinson, a farmer from Gribthorpe, as reported in the Goole Times in June 1916. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16.15999984741211px; margin: 0cm 0cm 13.9pt -0.25pt; text-align: left; text-indent: -0.5pt;"><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5pt;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVNV4c8gwI8rzv7jXKI2k6tVu6c1uAY8zKl8hhW7TuLCSPN_vwREbVx9PboeZHUXUMYIcu8WZZCW8i6zimkEWDYqap5-LaTxOOq4bsTLwdC00X0ylFK6GFb31lGjd7rQflgFVtmaqM8fOwVj5WtsIRXfmScoxleft-WbeAcBdjRal2x8O5vUhnT9R3vPY" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1361" data-original-width="2144" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVNV4c8gwI8rzv7jXKI2k6tVu6c1uAY8zKl8hhW7TuLCSPN_vwREbVx9PboeZHUXUMYIcu8WZZCW8i6zimkEWDYqap5-LaTxOOq4bsTLwdC00X0ylFK6GFb31lGjd7rQflgFVtmaqM8fOwVj5WtsIRXfmScoxleft-WbeAcBdjRal2x8O5vUhnT9R3vPY=w467-h297" width="467" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />The Boothferry Road chapel on the right where Maud Hopkinson played the organ and where she was married. It was damaged by bombing in the war in 1942 and was demolished in 1962.</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: inherit; text-indent: -0.5pt;"><br /><br /></span><p></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> A very pretty wedding, and one of considerable interest to lovers of music and admirers of the high musical service at the Boothferry Road United Methodist Church, to which Miss Hopkinson has been so valuable a contributor, was solemnised at the United Methodist Church, <o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> The bride was Miss Maud Murdina Hopkinson, daughter of Mrs Hopkinson, Dunhill Road, Goole, and the late Mr Jas Hopkinson, and the adopted daughter and niece of Mr Alf Whitaker, of 11 Jefferson Street.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> The bridegroom was Mr Walter Tom Jenkinson, of The Beeches, Gribthorpe, youngest son of Mrs Jenkinson and the late Mr Edward Jenkinson, of Gribthorpe.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"> The chief bridesmaid was Miss Mobbs (Clifton Gardens), an old friend. </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">There were four junior attendants; Miss Mary Alden (Foggathorpe), niece of the bridegroom, and Miss Daisy Hopkinson, niece of the bride, Master Charlie Patchett (Yokefleet), and Master John Jenkinson (Howden), nephews of the bridegroom.</span></i></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> The happy pair were the recipients of many handsome and valuable presents, which included a massive silver candelabra, the gift of the members of the church and congregation, and a rosewood music cabinet from the choir.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> The letter accompanying the present from the choir reads :- </i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“Dear Miss Hopkinson, I am desired on behalf of the choir and choirmaster to convey to you on your approaching marriage our most sincere wishes for your future happiness and prosperity. It may have been a foolish thought to adopt, but we had almost begun to think that you were wedded to the organ and proof against any man diverting you from it. But we have had a rude awakening. That any man should have the presumption to come and take you away from our organ and choir is almost unthinkable and some of us are looking forward to meeting the gentleman. However, we desire you to accept this cabinet, not for the face value but as a token of the esteem we have for you, and also as an appreciation of your most valued services so consistently and modestly given to the choir. </i><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i></i></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHRzlbzzxQI_Qr0Lvdd85ah8Yjb_mjQG3R2XV2tkHCmSdpYIs4K6yuG8aLsNIcxUwHjRsFq08XVrgYEIe24Oy6rYT2oDkqRTVmDUHZ0wO4wFb-oMAXb4Hy1c0sXhEorLFnmjxb274LOs4wFX8Yvg_icfvPxRjRtDIhrJKf6rxHofNZc6TDrTxBGUqjRVM" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1027" data-original-width="1678" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiHRzlbzzxQI_Qr0Lvdd85ah8Yjb_mjQG3R2XV2tkHCmSdpYIs4K6yuG8aLsNIcxUwHjRsFq08XVrgYEIe24Oy6rYT2oDkqRTVmDUHZ0wO4wFb-oMAXb4Hy1c0sXhEorLFnmjxb274LOs4wFX8Yvg_icfvPxRjRtDIhrJKf6rxHofNZc6TDrTxBGUqjRVM=w459-h281" width="459" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Pictured at Yokefleet are the Patchett family. Seated in the rear is Mrs Alice Patchett, nee Jenkinson, Walter's sister and children George [at the wheel] Charlie, Alice and Eliza</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /><br /></i></span><p></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The couple had one daughter, Nora, who became a nurse and who, in 1943 married Alec Innes, a Scottish surgeon whom she met while working in Leeds.</span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But this is where the following a thread that I mentioned earlier, comes in. One of the members of the Goole Thursday morning group wondered who this talented young violinist, Master S Nagley was and followed up his life story.</span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And this story was very interesting but ultimately sad. </span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here is a quick summary but if anyone would like to know more do get in touch. Sam Nagley was born in Leeds in 1896 but later lived with his family in Pasture Road in Goole. His family were Jewish and had fled Russia before his birth. He attended Alexandra St school in Goole and then Thorne Grammar School and briefly in 1909 the newly-opened Goole Secondary School. In 1910 he won a scholarship to the Royal College of Music and was taught by American born violinist Achille Rivarde, Dr Read, Thomas Dunhill and Frederick Bridge.</span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He returned to Goole, living in Mount Pleasant and taught music. After the death of his father he moved to Leeds and became part of a thriving Jewish artistic community. A 1922 portrait of him by artist Jacob Kramer is in the Ben Uri collection and can be seen online</span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He trained as a doctor at Leeds University and practised in London until, aged 32, he was struck off the medical register. Research suggests that this was because he performed an abortion on his pregnant mistress. Exactly what happened to him then is unknown. He disappeared in the Austrian alps in 1930 and was declared dead in 1938.</span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">One branch of the Nagley family moved to Canada and a descendant and author, Susan Glickman, wrote a book in 2006 entitled The Violin Lover. It is a fictionalised account of Sam's story. She based her novel on some family information and suggests that Sam walked in the Alps with his violin and was never seen again.</span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></p><p class="Standard" style="margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You never know where local history will take you - but with the aid of the internet it is possible to follow some life stories to their surprising ends. </span></p><p class="Standard" style="font-family: Thorndale, serif; margin: 0cm;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16.15999984741211px; margin: 0cm 0cm 13.9pt -0.25pt; text-indent: -0.5pt;"><br /></p></div><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: left;">’</p><p><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-90997794073353846462024-01-02T17:29:00.001+00:002024-01-02T17:29:33.636+00:00January 2024<p>Happy New Year to all who read my blog. I wish it would stop raining as the land is waterlogged and our pond is as high as I have seen it for many years. But on the plus side I can feel all the snowdrops pushing through as I walk Molly around the wood and there are some daffodils peaking up too.</p><p>I have tried to have a computer-less Christmas and have succeeded to some extent although I did manage to produce a short slide show about Howden pubs to go with the history of Howden pubs booklet which I produced with Geoff Taylor just before Christmas and which has sold very well as Christmas presents. Here it is as a You Tube link to my as yet small You Tube channel for those many readers who do not 'do' facebook.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OtfcoS895Xs" width="320" youtube-src-id="OtfcoS895Xs"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I thought I would include here some accounts of how Christmas and the New Year was celebrated in times past.<div><br /></div><div>1851 Howden</div><div>Howden Church.—On New Year's Eve, according to annual custom, the ringers of the Parish Church ascended tho tower at half-past eleven o'clock, and commenced ringing the old year out; firing with the bells together twelve close volleys, in imitation of the clock striking twelve, which at that time had a most solemn and impressive effect. They then welcomed in the new year of jubilee with a merry series of changes on tho melodious peal of eight bells</div><div><br /></div><div>1861 Howden</div><div> Christmas Tide.—Frost and snow have this year given to Christmas the old characteristics of' the season, and the ancient customs of bell-ringing, carol singing, and Christmas gifts have been kept up at Kowden as the olden time. Christmas-day, the inmates of the Union House, about 85 in number' were feasted with roast beef and plum pudding, the beef being supplied by Mr. Robert Claybourn, and consisting of the best parts of some remarkably fine beasts fed by Robert Scholfield, Esq., of Sand Hall. Mrs. Clarke, of Knedlington, the Rev. G. Richards, Mr. Wm. Fitch, Mr. and Mrs. Anderton, Mr. aud Mrs. Dix, Mrs. John Taylor, and Mrs. Rigby assisted Mr. and Mrs. Meadley, the master and matron, in carving aud waiting on tho poor people. During the past week considerable quantity of fine beef was distributed by Thomas Carter, Esq., among the old retainers of the family. Excellent soup was given away, to all comers, by George Anderton, jun., Esq.; and other generous individuals distributed meat, coals, and blankets.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Goole Jan 1899</div><div><br /></div><div>With what " hooting " and a " tootling " was the New Year ushered in to sure. such screaming and a screeching of buzzers and heralded the birth of 1899, the like of which one seldom hears at Goole at any rate. The snow which fell on Saturday morning did not stay long; in fact, before night it had all dieappeared. It was exceptionally dirty under loot, and very unpleasant for the large number of people who flocked into the town to the market. Thick fog also set in, and prevented the steamers from getting away by the night's tide. It was quite bad yesterday morning, and is consequence there were sailings or arrivals. Of course, it just suited the men for they were able to spend New Year's Day at home. Talk about mud! Why, Bridge-street yesterday was "a sight for the Gods!" Passing vehicles splashed pedestrians, some of whom presented a sorry picture. Aire-street may boast about its tar macadam, but Bridge-street stands second to none for its mud. </div><div><br /></div><div>1942</div><div>New Year Honour for Goole Man. Included in the New Year Honours List is Captain Percy Pratt, master mariner, of Victoria-street, Goole, who receives the M.B.E. (Civil Division). </div><div>Captain Pratt is 50 years of age, and a native of Goole. Following the death at sea of' his father, who was a marine engineer, Captain Pratt entered the Newland Homes at Hull, where he spent his boyhood days, and served his apprenticeship in deep sea vessels. He has held a master mariner's certificate for nearly 30 years, and for many years has been in the service of Messrs Atkinson and Prickett, Ltd., coal exporters, of Hull and Goole. He has had command of their motor vessel Coxwold since she was launched a year or two before the war, and she was one of the last vessels to leave Norway during the evacuation. Since then the Coxwold has on two occasions rescued the crews of ships sunk by enemy action. Captain Pratt is married, with two sons and a daughter. He is a Younger Brother of Trinity House.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today we no longer hear the blowing of the sirens from Goole docks, not have we had snow. But we have had fireworks and mud!!! Health and happiness for 2024<br /><p><br /></p></div></div>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-60944869353291543892023-12-16T19:19:00.000+00:002023-12-16T19:19:56.874+00:00An eye witness account of the launch of the R100<p><span style="font-family: times;"> Ninety four years ago today on a still winter's day, like today, the airship R100 was launched from Howden. Strictly speaking it was North Howden where it had been built in a giant hangar. </span></p><p>Ernest Butler was then a young reporter on the Goole Times and seventy years later years later he wrote this account of that morning.</p><p><i>I was only a trainee reporter, with little more than a year’s experience in journalism, when I was present at the launch of the R100 airship from North Howden.</i></p><p><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>From Goole I travelled in the Goole Times van - there were no company cars in those days - with the van driven by one Charlie Ayre, and with the then chief reporter, Stuart Gunnill, squeezed in with me to oversee what I did and wrote.</i></p><p><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>I remember we - the Press, and there seemed to be hundreds of reporters and photographers swarming around - had to present ourselves at some ungodly hour in the pitch darkness of a December morning, and I remember, after we had crossed over Boothferry Bridge - that itself was a novelty because the bridge itself had been opened only a few months earlier in 1929 - that the roads leading to Spaldington were literally alive with people - people walking, people running, people on bicycles, people on motorcycles, people in cars. Cars in those days were few and far between but on that December morning in 1929 it seemed that every car in the country was heading for the airfield. I remember seeing people camped out on the grass verges and even dancing to the music of portable gramophones. I think we had to be in the cordoned off press enclosure outside the hangar by 6.30 am. It wasn’t cold, I remember, just dark and a little eerie.</i></p><p><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>And then, eventually, the huge hangar doors were slowly opened, the sky began to lighten with the approach of dawn and slowly, just before 8.00, out of the hangar the great airship slowly emerged, hauled by seemingly hundreds of pygmies beneath her, each of them holding her steady by ropes. They were soldiers and they marched steadily in step out of the hangar and onto the airfield with the great mass of the R100 a few feet above them. It was, to me, and I think to everybody who saw it, an awesome sight. In fact I remember being rather frightened to watch this huge gleaming monster passing slowly and silently a few yards above where I was standing, with lights shining from the gondolas beneath the mass of her body. And then I remember faintly hearing a word of command, the soldiers released their hold on the ropes, the airship rose slowly up, the propellers began to revolve and hundreds of gallons of water ballast were released, soaking the soldiers underneath. The R100 rose higher and higher, turned slowly to dip seemingly in farewell salute over Howden, and in a few more moments she was lost to view.</i></p><p><i><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>70 years on, and it is still - almost all of it - a vivid memory. The launch of the R100 was my first real story; and when I turned in my copy, the great god Gunnill (and to me he was a god in those days) read it through, made some corrections, grunted ‘Good. Now go home and get some sleep.’ So I did. And the following Friday, when I presented my weekly expenses claim form to the cashier for payment, there was the item ‘Breakfast - 1s 6d’. Gunnill had told me to enter it - in those days we received 2s 6d for lunch expenses, and 1s 6d for tea or supper. So 1s 6d for breakfast was fair enough, even though I didn’t have any breakfast. Gunnill thought I deserved it, for I’d been on Goole Times duty from 4.30am to 9am out in God’s cold air, and then from 9am to 11am writing the story.</i></p><p>Many local people worked on the airship and were out of work after it departed for Cardington. It could not return to Howden as there was no mast there for it. And despite a successful flight to Canada it was dismantled after the crash of the government built R101. Much has been written about the R100 since that day and of course anyone interested in its story can walk the airship trail in Howden, enabling the visitor to realise exactly how vast it was.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-BL6xF1315Qf-McTuDqAAiRu8IB4y448PVbBxr1n4zbm0bYIQE9nEB_GUjo3-iFHmK0jEi98DLMc_KAGFEbFqAGuGrdr1eYfyRRQ9kO3evQuzBVR9ouX9ZFgiGqZBd578eM4SjZMTzFgS4OVbCGgovNEhWC2tm4gcNdQiZsKPtdbw8KWjM0M3cqPTr8/s1988/r100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1256" data-original-width="1988" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-BL6xF1315Qf-McTuDqAAiRu8IB4y448PVbBxr1n4zbm0bYIQE9nEB_GUjo3-iFHmK0jEi98DLMc_KAGFEbFqAGuGrdr1eYfyRRQ9kO3evQuzBVR9ouX9ZFgiGqZBd578eM4SjZMTzFgS4OVbCGgovNEhWC2tm4gcNdQiZsKPtdbw8KWjM0M3cqPTr8/s320/r100.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />R100 at Howden having been walked out of its hangar. There was a<br /><br /> 9 foot clearance on each side and 5 feet on top. It came out stern first</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZi7CrSFhmkiZb-CuvGkdXbHoySPKzMNoKWve-Q7lb9RB0ivrv4Jiyb5ZyCTQjeQuSzf4ySvp9fYCuPuiG6J309FH31_FcyVT26N7-v8tXqEpEVmQOlACw-bmbsze7dLOKYKoNh-4DTr4acXeZ8LoTcQF_L0sTP_AnR2mGDKya7DbxeZiYhNRo5ur-cM/s2352/r100%20in%20flight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="2352" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEZi7CrSFhmkiZb-CuvGkdXbHoySPKzMNoKWve-Q7lb9RB0ivrv4Jiyb5ZyCTQjeQuSzf4ySvp9fYCuPuiG6J309FH31_FcyVT26N7-v8tXqEpEVmQOlACw-bmbsze7dLOKYKoNh-4DTr4acXeZ8LoTcQF_L0sTP_AnR2mGDKya7DbxeZiYhNRo5ur-cM/s320/r100%20in%20flight.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> R100 in flight. If you look carefully you can see how small the figures are on the ground.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><br /><br /><p><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-44137439910477652372023-12-02T11:52:00.006+00:002024-01-09T12:47:14.305+00:00 Smith family of Goole Grange <p>It is the second of December and it has snowed and is now foggy!! Not sure whether we are heading for a white Christmas. But I shall go outside when I have written this and gather some sticks to light the woodburner. It is cheaper than burning the oil.</p><p>The last fortnight has been busy. A week ago I went to an event in Howden Minster which celebrated in words and music the 650th anniversary of the Anglo Portuguese alliance. Pianists Amy Butler and Graziana Presicce played a specially commissioned piece; David Blackmore appeared in military costume and told us about the Portuguese role in the Napoleonic war and tenor Steven Goulden sang some evocative the songs of the period. We ate delicious Portuguese inspired canapes and a good time was had by a capacity audience. </p><p> I also recently took a visitor from New York around the local area so that she could see where her ancestors lived before they emigrated to Canada in 1829. The Bishop family had lived in Laxton since at least 1675 but remained well below the radar as far as family history went. This is true for so many families - they were hard-working farm labourers, committed no crimes, owned no property and when they were buried could not afford gravestones.</p><p>I had spent a lot of time researching them for my visitor and could only take her to the churches where the Bishops had married - ie Howden and Eastrington, to Balkholme where they had lived prior to emigrating and to Laxton churchyard where most were buried. She spent the night at Saltmarshe Hall - which was strangely appropriate given that her ancestors probably worked for the Saltmarshe family whose home it was before it was recently made into a wedding venue and hotel.</p><p>.I am writing here however about a Goole family that I have known about for a long time and who played a large part in the history of the town in the nineteenth century.</p><p>William Smith of Turnham Hall [near Hemingbrough] married Ann Clark of Woodhall in 1790 and they had at least two sons. Samuel was born in 1791 at Turnham and their son William was born in 1800 at Airmyn.</p><p>But at that time Airmyn included a much wider area than today, in particular the farms known as New Potter Grange and Goole Grange.</p><p>Samuel married Betsy Chantry at Snaith in 1811- both were then minors. They eventually had eight children, one of whom, Sarah, married Joseph Spilman, a young miller. They lived at the Goole mill, the tower of which is preserved in Morrisons' supermarket.</p><p>William married Betsy's sister Harriet in 1823. They too had eight children and confusingly some of these cousins had the same names!</p><p>So in 1860s for example there were two George Smiths in the news. One, the son of Samuel and Betsy of Goole Grange was charged with murdering his servant but was found not guilty. He was subsequently charged with breach of promise a few months later after promising to marry his housekeeper.</p><p><a href="http://www.howdenshirehistory.co.uk/goole/smith-duckels-goole-grange.html">http://www.howdenshirehistory.co.uk/goole/smith-duckels-goole-grange.html</a></p><p>His cousin George was a witness in the case and was then running the mill as Joseph Spilman had died.</p><p>William Smith, son of William and Harriet was born at Potter Grange in 1825. He farmed for a time at Goole Grange, part of the Airmyn estate but is believed to have been the builder of New Potter Grange in 1881. He was living there in 1891 and died there in 1904. His son, another William, was born in 1861 and played a large part in the life of Goole. He took on the Goole Grange farm after his father.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-80dgu940-9kYk0W8hE4s1uHbvj0NnOcqfSfwOf-YDg_5xCZN80Fox9G40JYGwSnkCZdx4R1P41wFbrTAzi9i5roQX-hyup-l1gt0WVQKwrxuWI1qUfIisJy8BMyask0em0GIsXBFJ6F_W6r0R5Dp3ePEIS-aNnsdp3LFg4H83BDZXjCrdUBhWRMIF4/s3371/goole%20grange%201919.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2352" data-original-width="3371" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-80dgu940-9kYk0W8hE4s1uHbvj0NnOcqfSfwOf-YDg_5xCZN80Fox9G40JYGwSnkCZdx4R1P41wFbrTAzi9i5roQX-hyup-l1gt0WVQKwrxuWI1qUfIisJy8BMyask0em0GIsXBFJ6F_W6r0R5Dp3ePEIS-aNnsdp3LFg4H83BDZXjCrdUBhWRMIF4/s320/goole%20grange%201919.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /> Goole Grange from the 1919 sale catalogue</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>He bought the farm in 1919 when the Airmyn estate was sold but retired and passed it to his son Leslie. He built himself a new house - Vernon House nearby. Another branch of the family was at New Potter Grange. Goole Grange was eventually sold to the Jacklin family.</p><p><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt;">His funeral took place in Old Goole and these are extracts from the The Goole Times report.</span><span face="Calibri, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="font-size: 11pt;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif">The funeral of the late Mr. William Smith, J.P., chairman of the Goole Board of Guardians, and one of the town’s foremost public men, was the occasion of a wonderfully spontaneous tribute on Saturday afternoon, great numbers attending a service held in the Wesley Chapel, Old Goole, with which the deceased gentlemen had been associated since boyhood, and also at the interment which took place in the Armyn churchyard, which is the resting-place of the forebears of the present family…</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span face="Arial, sans-serif">Old Goole, indeed, was in mourning and blinds were drawn all along the route of the cortege. Four ministers took part in the obsequies, the Rev. D. Williams, of Worksop, a relative of the deceased, the Rev. W. H. Lowther, superintendent Wesleyan minister at Goole, the Rev. Bramwell Evens, a former minister at Goole and personal friend of the deceased, and the Rev. G. A. East, a second minister in the Goole Circuit. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span face="Arial, sans-serif">The accommodation of the little Wesley chapel was taxed to the utmost. Every available seat was occupied and many public mourners stood throughout the service, which was of particularly impressive nature…</span></i><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 12.84000015258789px;"> </span><i><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: start;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px;">The psalm “The Lord is our refuge” was read by the Rev. D. Williams, and a further scriptural passage from the burial service by Rev. G. A. East. Three hymns were sung, Whittier’s beautiful “Who Fathoms the External Thought,” “Immortal Love for Ever Full,” and “Peace Perfect Peace,” and as the plain oak coffin, covered with floral tributes, was borne from the church, the organist, Mrs. Wilson, played the Mendelssohn’s “O rest in the Lord</span></i><span face="-webkit-standard" style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif"><i>The Rev. W. H. Lowther, said</i> e</span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">verybody esteemed and respected Mr. William Smith, and those who knew his public work admired his gracious influences. His passing had left a gap which they could not fill. In all his public offices, as magistrate, as chairman of the Goole Board of Guardians and in other capacities, Mr. Smith showed ability of a high order. One of his greatest thoughts was to perform the best possible service he could on behalf of his fellow men. His devotion to the church he loved was beyond praise. He gave generously at all times, but more than that he worked and prayed. Everything he did was done in the most beautiful manner, graciously and unobtrusively, self-effacing.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span face="Arial, sans-serif">The Rev. Bramwell Evens said he would speak of the late gentleman as a personal friend of fifteen years standing. Mr. Lowther had said that Mr. Smith was a Christian gentleman but he would be content with stating simply that he was a gentleman, for no man could be a gentleman who was not a Christian. He had never heard of Mr. Smith speak ill of a single soul and if he heard people speaking ill of others he would decline to listen to them. His motives were of the highest. </span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: start;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px;"><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: start;"></i></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNF8ubazsvhcuIi244JDYZja0jsPUFUgXKaeKCIWzxvHmU92-joHFdhPNFs4kD9zLrGfhOEe8yTVap8y8v06kRcbaSgpsEtBiNq-s5eC9ed_D9llnJ-5hl6QpUro_HrzXpvvjjMcpLas3GgfjaVkaKf8tubLypCDyeS5_t7jsNl0mmcI1YrWYRejqA9o/s1442/old%20goole%20coop%20and%20chapel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1175" data-original-width="1442" height="261" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNF8ubazsvhcuIi244JDYZja0jsPUFUgXKaeKCIWzxvHmU92-joHFdhPNFs4kD9zLrGfhOEe8yTVap8y8v06kRcbaSgpsEtBiNq-s5eC9ed_D9llnJ-5hl6QpUro_HrzXpvvjjMcpLas3GgfjaVkaKf8tubLypCDyeS5_t7jsNl0mmcI1YrWYRejqA9o/s320/old%20goole%20coop%20and%20chapel.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Old Goole Coop and Wesleyan chapel</td></tr></tbody></table><i style="text-align: start;"><br /><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px;"><br /></span></i><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 15.693333625793457px; margin: 0cm 0cm 8pt; text-align: justify;"><i style="text-align: start;"><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 8pt; line-height: 11.413333892822266px;"> </span></i><span face="-webkit-standard" style="font-size: medium; text-align: start;"></span></p><p>As a note Rev Bramwell Evens later became well-known as a BBC radio broadcaster as Romany. His series was called Out with Romany and he always mentioned his dog Raq, a Cocker Spaniel. His mother was a Romany and his father a member of the Salvation Army.</p><p><b>Additional information</b></p><p>Since sharing this blog onto the Goole facebook page I have a bit more information to add. Someone commented on the name of Vernon House and as I am in touch with Sue, a descendant of William Smith, I asked her if she knew why it was so named.</p><p>William Smith's wife Emily Florence Hart [known as Flossie!] was born and brought up at Vernon House in Newland near Hull.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLXcjllnfkFo8uz_0y4Hr9kDm8uvxzKjz82wO79VoPmccPffA4PZepHYo-iS9dfoFRtvG3B4vcjrhxOGRcWFqUawwFW707eNPzIms06LXHG3_bu6hKPtUWbsmtvmZ9XmA1mJhRnD7aMUwyyrVzcvxwGqRokG3f0mMnkyGRGpNL5m52uKgEpD0MFJkphk/s2048/goole%20grange%20william%20smith.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLXcjllnfkFo8uz_0y4Hr9kDm8uvxzKjz82wO79VoPmccPffA4PZepHYo-iS9dfoFRtvG3B4vcjrhxOGRcWFqUawwFW707eNPzIms06LXHG3_bu6hKPtUWbsmtvmZ9XmA1mJhRnD7aMUwyyrVzcvxwGqRokG3f0mMnkyGRGpNL5m52uKgEpD0MFJkphk/s320/goole%20grange%20william%20smith.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Smith</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-76417247171379934732023-11-05T18:30:00.000+00:002023-11-05T18:30:08.387+00:00Banking in Howden<p>Recently on facebook there was a discussion about the banking history of Howden. Some years ago I wrote an article about the banks which was published in the sadly missed publication Howdenshire Living. Rather than put a long post on facebook I am reproducing the article, with a few amendments, here.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>Early history</b></p><p>Until the eighteenth century most people in England transacted all their business using coins and did not trust bank notes. In fact, until the 1750s there were only five private banks outside London. However, Howden had its own private bank by 1792 - the only others then in East Yorkshire were in Beverley and Hull, which shows how prosperous and important the town was at the time. </p><p><br /></p><p>The Howden bank was originally run by John Barker, father and son. Both died in the early 1800s and soon afterwards Thomas Coates came to Howden from York to run the bank. Thomas lived at the bank office on Highbridge; this original office is now a pet shop and stands next door to the more recent bank premises.</p><p><br /></p><p>Thomas Coates went into partnership with John Scholfield (a junior member of the Scholfield family of Sandhall), Barnard Clarkson snr of Holme on Spalding Moor, his son (Barnard jnr) and John Clough of Selby. The partnership also ran a bank in Selby.</p><p><br /></p><p>But in January 1822 for reasons unknown Thomas Coates ceased to be a partner and in May that year it was reported that sadly 'Mr. Coates, lately of the Howden Bank, cut his throat in a dreadful manner and that he survived only a few minutes'. The running of the Howden bank then passed into the hands of John Clough's son Thomas.</p><p><br /></p><p>Barnard Clarkson snr died in 1826 but his son and grandson continued their involvement in the two banks. The Clarkson story featured in the Howden Town play Reap the Whirlwind when Barnard jnr was the nemesis of local rogue Snowden Dunhill. </p><p><br /></p><p><b>Collapse of the Howden bank</b></p><p><br /></p><p>But in the 1830s disaster struck. Barnard jnr overstretched himself by buying the Kirkham Abbey estate. His son, who was responsible for the running of the Selby bank, died suddenly of a fever at the same time. In 1831 both the Howden and Selby banks crashed and John Scholfield, John Clough and Barnard Clarkson were declared literally bankrupt. This was disastrous for the many local farmers and tradespeople who had money in the Howden bank. They lost everything.</p><p><br /></p><p>The Howden bank was immediately taken over by the York City and County bank who bought the existing bank premises. Thomas Clough was appointed manager, suggesting that he was not held responsible for the bank's problems.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdGU2al_SqnTV2jX953uXLUVTe8UgPJjED4o0KFV9ip5d_qtuoQof7HmlBD85BDOoSFRJroZMF-rb_qv-WH9Cn3oKRCkoSTn2aQbc4tK9iDwWw1ifluKfJ28WT_5UeAOLovDOSCZi88SL-vmwraDjpAENF-aHm-dTFuH1FvagM_Y49BXdN1sn1MOUnuY/s3060/howden%20bank%20note.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1678" data-original-width="3060" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdGU2al_SqnTV2jX953uXLUVTe8UgPJjED4o0KFV9ip5d_qtuoQof7HmlBD85BDOoSFRJroZMF-rb_qv-WH9Cn3oKRCkoSTn2aQbc4tK9iDwWw1ifluKfJ28WT_5UeAOLovDOSCZi88SL-vmwraDjpAENF-aHm-dTFuH1FvagM_Y49BXdN1sn1MOUnuY/w472-h259/howden%20bank%20note.jpeg" width="472" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />A Howden bank note</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>And what of Barnard Clarkson? Two of his sons had already emigrated with a Methodist group of settlers to Swan River near Perth in Australia. After the collapse of the family's fortunes Barnard's wife Elizabeth died in 1832. Her epitaph at Chapel Haddlesey reads: ‘Thro the vicissitudes of fortune, Her faith faltered not’. After her death Barnard joined the rest of his family in Australia, where he died destitute in 1836.</p><p><br /></p><p>Meanwhile, back in Howden Thomas Clough continued to run the bank. Next door, in the premises which later became the bank, lived a family called Wetherell.</p><p><b>The Wetherell family</b></p><p><br /></p><p>James Wetherell and his brother John were at various times woollen drapers, chicory growers, millers and tanners. In the 1830s they built, in partnership with their neighbour Thomas Clough, a new tanyard in Howden near Mill Yard. Tanning was a large industry in the town with over 40 men employed as tanners, curriers and shoemakers. </p><p><br /></p><p>John and James married sisters Jane and Ann Wikeley, whose father Thomas was a surgeon and apothecary in Howden. The family were well connected - another sister was the wife of Thomas Guy, vicar of Howden. But life in Victorian days could be like snakes and ladders and the Wetherells were about to go down the snake. Thomas Clough withdrew from the tannery business and in mid December 1851 the Wetherell brothers had to call in the administrators. They must have had a miserable Christmas.</p><p><br /></p><p>Within the month the contents of the Wetherells' house, where both families lived, was for sale. It was described as having two drawing rooms, two sitting rooms, ten lodging rooms, a hall and two kitchens. The furniture was opulent and included 'a Finger Organ', 'a Piano-forte', '400 Vols of Books' and a 'Four-Wheel Carriage and Harness'. James and John, then in their 50s, left Howden for Australia to try to recoup their fortunes. James died in 1852 at Bendigo, a gold rush town, and John died in 1854 in Melbourne.</p><p><br /></p><p>The Wetherells were an interesting family. James' eldest son, also James, was a merchant in Brazil. He was acting as British vice consul at Paraiba in 1858 when he died in a fall. When his possessions were returned to his family it was found they included notes he had made about the natural history and people of Brazil. They were published posthumously as Stray Thoughts from Bahia and the book now is popular with those studying the history of Brazil.</p><p><br /></p><p><b>New premises</b></p><p><br /></p><p>Back in Market Place the York City and County bank moved their premises - and the Clough family their home - to the now empty building next door. This remained as a bank until HSBC closed their Howden branch in 2016. Thomas Clough died in 1871, having played a full part in the life of the town: in particular, it was largely due to his work that Howden vicarage was built. </p><p><br /></p><p>The new bank manager was Edwin Storry. He also took an active part in local life and, amongst other roles, was a prominent member of the East Yorkshire Volunteers, rising to command the Second Battalion in 1891. His military service is commemorated by a brass plaque on the wall of the Minster.</p><p><br /></p><p>Banking in Howden seems to have been something of a family business as Edwin Storry was succeeded as manager of the bank by Charles Wilkinson, whose wife Agnes was the granddaughter of previous manager Thomas Clough. It was while Mr Wilkinson was manager that the whole bank building was remodelled in 1902 and the frontage that is there now was installed.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYR0I2aPBiodzH1bknn4tjYTJI5LUCC7l4Jg_rOu-dpgSI8aomIF6jMvHQKzw0no6TCw8skrFkgp_z6mvL3gas2UWvnVqeVsNEK7Om7BZ5JEwOKDEjWvta5XNJgrTELAQaClzZHUDA3gfa6_52MGHwFjOHMCAj18dEXF3yubCcbr_-INEptjzzOMyG64/s2222/market%20place%20bank.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1410" data-original-width="2222" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnYR0I2aPBiodzH1bknn4tjYTJI5LUCC7l4Jg_rOu-dpgSI8aomIF6jMvHQKzw0no6TCw8skrFkgp_z6mvL3gas2UWvnVqeVsNEK7Om7BZ5JEwOKDEjWvta5XNJgrTELAQaClzZHUDA3gfa6_52MGHwFjOHMCAj18dEXF3yubCcbr_-INEptjzzOMyG64/w501-h317/market%20place%20bank.jpeg" width="501" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />An early view showing what was HSBC bank building before new frontage</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-33968136658546125282023-10-11T16:15:00.007+01:002023-10-13T10:06:30.067+01:00Cat Babbleton and concerts<p>Here we are in mid October and as yet we have not had to put the heating on - it cannot last but while it does it certainly saves on oil! I have been cutting back my herb bushes this morning and later while walking Molly could not resist picking up a few conkers. But it's many years since I have threaded one onto a bootlace!</p><p>Last week was busy. I attended a concert in Doncaster on the Wednesday and had a few minutes spare to explore the new archives building on Chequer Road. I had not made an appointment but the staff were very friendly and let me have a look round and explore the research room - I was the only visitor!!. I shall return.</p><p>And on Saturday I attended a lovely afternoon concert in Howden Minster. The Roscoe Piano Trio played to a packed audience of over 250, many of whom had not visited Howden before. The concert was organised by Howdenshire Music - <a href="https://www.howdenshiremusic.co.uk">https://www.howdenshiremusic.co.uk</a> - whose aim is to bring free high quality classical music to as wide an audience as possible.</p><p>I am particularly looking forward to an event they are organising in November with a specially commissioned piano piece celebrating 650 years of the Anglo Portuguese Alliance. There will be Portuguese themed drinks, Napoleonic war songs and a talk by a historian delivered in costume. I am reading up on my history!</p><p>My historical researches too have been wide ranging. A friend bought me a collection of postcards at a fair which were local to Saltmarshe and Laxton. Perhaps the most interesting one was of a bridge near Yokefleet called Cat Babbleton. I know where it is - many years ago local farmer and enthusiastic historian Joe Martinson came to one of my classes and talked about it but I was surprised to see it as a postcard. It is not the only place with that odd name - others too seem to have an association with drains or water courses.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_mGNUObKqAMPumLMOBWEKSDUcDghyARlUpagoUHIs5c5o8moIaQp3TNzBvpE6GDymIvmO7ls0j_0IHf0A0qfYg7JgVZR3TfdIeyvIDBTTVztjdvCN-HQJMity7PyXDSoSiqhRsKpLoRQJzjcw6cZVgD7WTrw0Sf57zga9QFvOwhNuBbZBa1XObop7Eg/s6628/Cat%20Babbleton%20hh.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4248" data-original-width="6628" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_mGNUObKqAMPumLMOBWEKSDUcDghyARlUpagoUHIs5c5o8moIaQp3TNzBvpE6GDymIvmO7ls0j_0IHf0A0qfYg7JgVZR3TfdIeyvIDBTTVztjdvCN-HQJMity7PyXDSoSiqhRsKpLoRQJzjcw6cZVgD7WTrw0Sf57zga9QFvOwhNuBbZBa1XObop7Eg/s320/Cat%20Babbleton%20hh.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> A coloured version of the black and white postcard.<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>I am also busy researching a family from Laxton who emigrated to the Montreal area around 1829. Robert Bishop and his family left for a new life in Canada as did so many others around this time. My own family, the Nurses of Eastrington settled around Port Hope and I have found at least one other family, the Warners, who had Laxton and Blacktoft connections and who emigrated to the area around the same time. It was a hard time then for agricultural workers and a new life with the possibility of your own piece of land to farm was very attractive.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have some details of emigrant families on my <a href="http://Howdenshirehistory.co.uk">Howdenshirehistory.co.uk</a> website.</div><div><br /></div><div>Last month I gave a talk to Howden civic society about the pubs of Howden. I run a small history group in the Scholfield village hall in Skelton. I was asked if I would give the talk to them too and so on Monday 16th October at 1.30pm I shall show it again. It is open to anyone but at a cost of £5 pp to cover hall hire etc. If you are interested let me know on <a href="mailto:susanebutler@btinternet.com">susanebutler@btinternet.com</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rX1FIrUVTo-Wqavn1-XwgJUaSu30Qo93PFcTq_bdu_KshPV_Irx18X3KX3pOchAwXuJwdbGMRAm5gJRc2qbU2Rru5kTOk8wgZ-1SBTWkBp6h75Cfr6CVSxsPHUpoB81Y1Ptef3W-pZotzFO4Nj7j9OyppgFzp6SA9ZrVjXr721XJxr8bovARXDAPljA/s1024/yokefleet.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="1024" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rX1FIrUVTo-Wqavn1-XwgJUaSu30Qo93PFcTq_bdu_KshPV_Irx18X3KX3pOchAwXuJwdbGMRAm5gJRc2qbU2Rru5kTOk8wgZ-1SBTWkBp6h75Cfr6CVSxsPHUpoB81Y1Ptef3W-pZotzFO4Nj7j9OyppgFzp6SA9ZrVjXr721XJxr8bovARXDAPljA/w383-h298/yokefleet.jpg" width="383" /></a><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> The white track to the bridge is on the very bottom of this picture of Yokefleet.</td></tr></tbody></table> <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-64282947768879074602023-09-13T11:19:00.003+01:002023-09-13T11:19:43.908+01:00Wallingfen and its witches<p> This weekend, 16th and 17th September, Howden civic society is having an exhibition in Gilberdyke Memorial Hall as part of the annual heritage open day events. It will be open from 10am to 4pm both Saturday and Sunday. Whilst concentrating on Howden there will be material too about the area around Gilberdyke including Eastrington. There will also be information about the large commons of Wallingfen and Bishopsoil which existed before enclosure. </p><p>Some years ago I wrote this article for a local magazine and thought it might be appropriate to reproduce it here.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 13pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As a child I was fascinated to hear tales of how my mother’s family from Eastrington were said to be distant relatives of Rebecca Nurse, one of the Salem witches. The jury is out on that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 13pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">But I thought I would write about Wallingfen, a 5,000 acre area of marshland which once lay between Gilberdyke and North Cave. And its witches.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 13pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The marsh was ancient common land and forty-eight settlements which lay around its fringes had the right to graze their animals, dig turf, gather firewood and fish on Wallingfen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 13pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #262626;">Representatives of the communities met regularly and held a court to listen to any complaints and make rules about how the Commoners had to behave. </span><span lang="EN-US">Commoners were forbidden to grave (dig) turf from the cart gaits (tracks) or dam any of the drains ‘with an intent to gett fish’. And obviously stray dogs were a problem even in 1636 when it was ruled that ‘ye sheppards that keep sheep on Wallingfen shall keep their doggs on a string att their belts and not suffer them to go loose but to take a sheep’.<span style="color: #262626;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 13pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #262626;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Court records of the forty-eight – or eight and forty, as it was then written – date back to the thirteenth century and the area where they met, between Gilberdyke and Newport, is still today known as Eight and Forty.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Exactly where these meetings took place is not clear. In 1584 ‘ye court of ye forty-eight’ met at Scalby chapel. But Mr Jack Holmes, who had a butcher’s shop just west of Newport church, always maintained that the meeting house stood behind his premises but that he demolished it to make way for his slaughterhouse.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">In 1772 an Act of Parliament was passed to allow the construction of the Market Weighton canal, which would act as a drain for the fen, and in 1777 Wallingfen Common itself was enclosed. The 5,000 acres were divided up and allotted to the various parishes in place of the common rights which they had lost. New straight roads were laid out and each allotment became part of the parish to which it was given – so today we still have places such as Skelton and Saltmarshe Granges detached from their villages.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">A folk story has grown up around the area, although how ancient it is you may judge for yourselves.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">There were, it is said, forty-eight witches, led by Margaret Weedon and Mary Hooden, who met every year and sat around a fire on the fen. Here they drank and sang their song, which went as follows:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We’re eight and forty jolly girls tho’ witches we may be;<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">We live upon the best of food and, like the air, we’re free.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">A moorhen, coot or leveret, a duck or good fat hen<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Each day we’re almost sure to get around old Wallingfen.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">From Blacktoft, Eastrington or Holme we get a daily dish;<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Old Foonah’s waters will provide us with the best of fish;<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And Hotham Carrs we often comb and take the best of game.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">None live more happy than we who bear the witches’ name;<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Then fill your glasses everyone and drink ’til all is done;<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Here’s whisky hot from Saltmarshe Hall; good ale from Howden town<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Long may we eight and forty live, long live old Wallingfen<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And may she never fail to breed fine women and bold men.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">One evening Margaret Weedon stood up after the song had been sung and said to her fellow witches that they should drink well that night as it was the last time they would meet. She declared that she could see into the future when ‘years after we are gone this will not be a meeting place for such as us, but near this very place will rise a building where people will meet for worship just as they do now at Howden’.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The witches took her message to heart and the drinking and dancing continued until, the story continues:<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And the man in the moon looked down on the place<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And could scarcely believe his eyes<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">But quietly pulled a cloud over his face<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As he nearly fell out of the skies<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">For there down below him, oh, what had he seen to give him such great surprise?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The forty eight witches all stripped to the skin<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Dancing round before Satan’s old eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">The two witch leaders were secretly jealous of each other and each had provided half the drink for the evening’s merriment: Margaret the whisky and Mary the ale. Each witch had poisoned the drinks of the others but had carefully drunk only their own personal supplies. However, their caution flew out of the window as they drank and eventually they too lay poisoned around the fire.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Next morning a wanted man, hiding from the authorities, came upon the forty-eight naked corpses and was so horrified he immediately gave himself up.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">And so the Eight and Forty witches were no more and of course the prophecy came true in the shape of the building of Newport church.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Make up your own minds about the witches – but after telling this story, I was once asked whether I could pinpoint exactly where the above event took place so that a local coven could meet there. I was even invited to go along – but politely declined!</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: times;">nb the poem was actually written by a former stationmaster George Grayson of </span></span><span style="font-family: times;">Newport who had a great interest in local history. Were there any witches? Maybe!!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;">Below are two pictures of the area. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;">The Eight and Forty house was sketched in 1892. You can see that the bottom part was stone and may have been Scalby chapel</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGymdBJWhEt3db8JHmYy6I77HpVeuRgfr6YCDH-2zdmp6iaKamhoZ76C_DRVajY5rFd6n5O2OCUIE7812RgtbZQpvPSrP_CpNuGx31Uy3Flqw0iSQwRnHbViFq9KjjWcIGrXeFliV1b5589FuRndSFBvh2f0jh0CM09IcrHIvKfDftCe7TerO50ICqIU/s1085/eight%20and%20forty%20house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: times; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="1085" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYGymdBJWhEt3db8JHmYy6I77HpVeuRgfr6YCDH-2zdmp6iaKamhoZ76C_DRVajY5rFd6n5O2OCUIE7812RgtbZQpvPSrP_CpNuGx31Uy3Flqw0iSQwRnHbViFq9KjjWcIGrXeFliV1b5589FuRndSFBvh2f0jh0CM09IcrHIvKfDftCe7TerO50ICqIU/w370-h202/eight%20and%20forty%20house.jpg" width="370" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">The second picture shows where it stood. Jack Holmes' butcher's shop was the first building of the block beyond the white building, behind a telegraph pole.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3swJvQaiobdr2hlBbSweKWw-2tToVdGOs0qXJHQJw3MwjL-9M65lgolM4hmI2Dwx6wm9T-HY9HtYjO8azxbdK6DToctsQGQlbMe-Ru9PJukXszO4qWh3SPx-ykmNNBDSnitjXpaL05NksDmTg4W1eO2FEQ5QP-C1-5dDm0HgevnC6WhKiCCGp4uvrbbs/s1175/newport%20church%20and%20cottages.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="669" data-original-width="1175" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3swJvQaiobdr2hlBbSweKWw-2tToVdGOs0qXJHQJw3MwjL-9M65lgolM4hmI2Dwx6wm9T-HY9HtYjO8azxbdK6DToctsQGQlbMe-Ru9PJukXszO4qWh3SPx-ykmNNBDSnitjXpaL05NksDmTg4W1eO2FEQ5QP-C1-5dDm0HgevnC6WhKiCCGp4uvrbbs/s320/newport%20church%20and%20cottages.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-66508293919723190732023-09-05T10:14:00.000+01:002023-09-05T10:14:15.249+01:00Autumn term<p> The new term has begun and the weather is beautiful. I belong to - and teach- a history group in Skelton village hall. We met yesterday for the first time since April and talked about the early days of Goole, right back to the staithe at Morham which was in medieval times on the Ouse at the end of Murham lane, now North Street. But it seemed a shame to pull down the blinds when the sun was shining so brightly outside. The group welcomes new members. Just contact me on susanebutler@btinternet.com for more information.</p><p>I am keeping my hand in with family history research. A lady has lost her ancestor, William Anson/ Hanson who says he was born at Howden in 1832/33. But he does not turn up until his marriage in Hull in 1857 in a Primitive Methodist chapel. He was a ship's engineer. There is another William Anson with similar dates in Hull at the same time working a similar job but he was definitely baptised at Brantingham. Both men give Joseph as their father. Are they the same man or were there two of them? I wonder what they would all think if they knew how much we hang on now to what they put on censuses and marriage records!</p><p>In more domestic news we are eating apple pies and crumbles and just finishing off a good crop of tomatoes in the greenhouse. A success too this year were some cucumbers which looked like lemon apples - I am going to try and save some seed from them. The grass is still growing and I am very pleased that where the garden was dug up to have drainage work done only a few weeks ago it is now not really possible to see where the trenches were- nature soon restores itself.</p><p>Tomorrow evening I am talking to the Howden Civic Society about the old pubs of Howden. I am hoping to rekindle some memories from the older members of the audience!!</p><p>Here's a picture to begin. But I don't know all the names and am not certain of the location. Any help?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QscGY2-huCLN5NLjBeARiCj-H1ylA6Tb5EsszJYuzA7Fc3bKX2t0TG6eiiyH7VqlclmYO3TpM4buK_IoXak7wwA2TrxPoM1NdNOijF_emZ19wZah3SjJmAliORJZHV-8yWrQT7Tyu2BConJSxEaKrAIldNZ7dqgozkQ76GVRrt-9i1X-TgOoUzHaJ5M/s2400/howden%20wmc%3F%3F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2400" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QscGY2-huCLN5NLjBeARiCj-H1ylA6Tb5EsszJYuzA7Fc3bKX2t0TG6eiiyH7VqlclmYO3TpM4buK_IoXak7wwA2TrxPoM1NdNOijF_emZ19wZah3SjJmAliORJZHV-8yWrQT7Tyu2BConJSxEaKrAIldNZ7dqgozkQ76GVRrt-9i1X-TgOoUzHaJ5M/w475-h316/howden%20wmc%3F%3F.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-75723038186705888202023-08-19T12:47:00.002+01:002023-08-20T10:38:08.644+01:00Goole history exhibition<p> It's been a busy week but very enjoyable. On Tuesday the members and friends of the local history groups I attend in Goole and Howden concluded our summer visits by coming to Saltmarshe where we have a small museum. It is in an eighteenth century cottage and we have filled it with all sorts of artefacts ranging from a boot worn by a horse which pulled the lawn mower at Sandhall, my grandfather's adze which he used as a wheelwright at Eastrington and a range of tinplate toys and a wind up gramophone.</p><p>We enjoyed tea, scones, jam and cream and also catching up with friends on what was a lovely sunny day.</p><p>The following day I met an Australian visitor and his daughter who had come to Yorkshire to look at where their ancestors lived. It is an interesting story about a young man called Robert Donkin, born in 1867 at North Cave to parents William Donkin and Esther Howarth who had married in 1864. </p><p>When he was around 18 Robert emigrated to Australia and took his mother's maiden surname of Howarth. His descendant had employed an Australian family history researcher to trace his ancestor. Although Robert had never used the surname Donkin he had always said he was born in North Cave in Yorkshire. And armed with that - and eventually DNA - Robert Donkin and Robert Howarth were proved to be the same person. Why he changed his name may never be known.</p><p>My visitors met me in Howden and we enjoyed chatting about what they thought of Yorkshire and its people. They liked us!!</p><p>The following day I went to a lovely concert in the Minster organised by Howdenshire Music. <a href="https://www.howdenshiremusic.co.uk">https://www.howdenshiremusic.co.uk</a></p><p>The church was full and the young performers very engaging. All concerts are free and draw in large audiences who are always impressed by our town.</p><p>And now I am preparing for our Goole Local History group's exhibition in Junction, beginning on Tuesday 22nd August. There will be old photos, family research help and information about the First World War and waterways heritage. Our theme this year is railways and ships. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6KEviQloC_2qF0oEdvcgfrefTlVTbOcW3aK3GAtIxakUYHiiZj9CjMnYYmOY_zQ1gkFkN8nRQxV7rILICdxOXOY0i2Ib90Wonzcpv94uhkfQBPeddDM5mJSjz6lPqS_0h8QKANK7HhV-hYT0SXUvb2qpDz8NtIwIp2WUXYEiCjW8R3iM0IvDAt9nMoU/s1067/west%20dock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="1067" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6KEviQloC_2qF0oEdvcgfrefTlVTbOcW3aK3GAtIxakUYHiiZj9CjMnYYmOY_zQ1gkFkN8nRQxV7rILICdxOXOY0i2Ib90Wonzcpv94uhkfQBPeddDM5mJSjz6lPqS_0h8QKANK7HhV-hYT0SXUvb2qpDz8NtIwIp2WUXYEiCjW8R3iM0IvDAt9nMoU/w540-h361/west%20dock.jpg" width="540" /></a></div><br />So above is a picture of West Dock - and the water towers- while below from 1967 is a picture of the last steam loco to leave Goole shed.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXb6YsvTW4DvscyO1SC_jcUzaoOuYbGgyMb7Gp_KnwTmy-gCQ_Sny9wtj21e5BB3nQqQsOSmT5BJIxf5fsqmdPt3BblKzKe9KVZTJuz-Lcl9WJIx5NfGBGbiPN7Vxz0q1BR5AdpLJFaH-BizYF4MQ8ZT90vR2-IrjPwyUXekSksWYB4BKTxjwDSjEpbYM/s4742/goole%20shed%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2756" data-original-width="4742" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXb6YsvTW4DvscyO1SC_jcUzaoOuYbGgyMb7Gp_KnwTmy-gCQ_Sny9wtj21e5BB3nQqQsOSmT5BJIxf5fsqmdPt3BblKzKe9KVZTJuz-Lcl9WJIx5NfGBGbiPN7Vxz0q1BR5AdpLJFaH-BizYF4MQ8ZT90vR2-IrjPwyUXekSksWYB4BKTxjwDSjEpbYM/s320/goole%20shed%20.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-71729091286996385742023-07-23T15:52:00.001+01:002023-07-24T10:33:50.020+01:00 Whitgift church - and street names<p> I began my post last month with a comment about welcome rain. Well, now I think it has gone too far the other way. My friend has her birthday on July 15th, St Swithin's day and it seems to have rained ever since. The garden is now sodden and it is difficult to find a space between showers to pick soft fruit.</p><p>I am looking forward to Tuesday when the local history groups I attend are visiting Whitgift church. Quite a few years ago I wrote an article about the history of the church and have been re-reading it in preparation for talking about it. It is a lovely church next to the river and also next to where the Whitgift ferry crossed from near Metham on 'my' side of the river. This was a major crossing point from north to south, used by Charles 1 on his way from Hull and on several occasions by John Wesley.</p><p>The church itself was apparently re built on 1304 after being destroyed in a dispute over tithes.</p><div class="page" title="Page 5"><div class="layoutArea"><div class="column"><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;"> In 1247, the new Rector of Adlingfleet was a Franciscan Friar called John le Franceys [sometimes John the Frenchman]. He was originally a Yorkshireman, but he had travelled throughout Europe, becoming a Papal Legate and a King's Councillor. He had great plans for Adlingfleet, rebuilding and enlarging the church, and taking on the dispute with Selby Abbey. When a dispute over the ownership of a weir in Whitgift became particularly acrimonious, John le Franceys decided to get his own back. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">He demolished Whitgift Church and removed the stones to Adlingfleet where he built himself a stone chamber, attached to what was probably a wooden rectory. This is still there and has recently been restored. John was not popular in clerical circles and when he</span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;"> was stricken in 1252 by paralysis, dying in 1255 he was mourned 'with dry tears' by the monks of St Mary’s Abbey at York and of Selby.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">And of course we shall discuss the famous clock with 13 on its dial. Was it mentioned by Lord Haw Haw and how did it come to be?</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjGY5wPp2XFdgO9Jdu8zBdDYHmxLeOpwG0H8lLLOMevEEGP_5U-yhJ8sIWVa27SlHn3iv93Cab5Y648Jek3PB_d9yE7cSNGS3Et5h-I6XMRob2vXgzK2EilG8WbFwgrV2IDcBIcvtSzIW_bjusr_P0_RL_LXllN_KTKOvsusLxvM0QyoBZzZrjMVm29c/s1600/whitgift%20church.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1019" data-original-width="1600" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxjGY5wPp2XFdgO9Jdu8zBdDYHmxLeOpwG0H8lLLOMevEEGP_5U-yhJ8sIWVa27SlHn3iv93Cab5Y648Jek3PB_d9yE7cSNGS3Et5h-I6XMRob2vXgzK2EilG8WbFwgrV2IDcBIcvtSzIW_bjusr_P0_RL_LXllN_KTKOvsusLxvM0QyoBZzZrjMVm29c/s320/whitgift%20church.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Whitgift church - with clock</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">Another topic which has come up recently is street names. There have been many new names around Howden on the recent developments, selected by builders from lists suggested by the Town Council. I know that several were names which appeared on the war memorial and it would be good to publicise more about them - maybe a winter project!! I do have a copy of a contemporary booklet about those who lost their lives in the First World War. And how many Howden people know why they have an Osana Avenue?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">In Goole there is a newish development called Mulberry Gardens which recalls Goole's contribution to the Mulberry Harbour construction - but controversial as it stands on the site of two former streets - Richard Cooper and Phoenix which many local people felt should have been referenced</span></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">And most recently there are new houses being built in the centre of Eastrington. They are to be named Watson Drive. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">At least two village families were - and are - called Watson. My own parents, Doug and Joan Watson were very well-known in the community. My mother, who lived in Eastrington all her life taught at the local primary school and my father, originally from Driffield was evacuated from Dunkirk during the war, spent three years in North Africa and then taught in Howden. Both were involved with the agricultural society and the village hall while my mother regularly played the church organ. She was also for many years on the parish council and fought to get the present nature reserve created when it was proposed to make it into a refuse tip.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">I remember Maud Watson who was the village postlady when I was a child. Her father too had been a postman. My grandmother, who lived a little out of the village, used to wait until she saw Maud arriving and then shout 'Any sickness in the village Maud?' Maud then replied with all the news.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">Maud's son Tom was killed in 1944. He was 22 and an air gunner on a Lancaster when it was hit and crashed in Germany. He had a brother Leslie who lived in the village with his family until his death in 1996.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;">I think street names represent so much local history and it is interesting to find out more about them.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhC5wXVemsPwNjpEnhjEIyqYRKJOjFDdzYcugYa0KTpovAPf4J_rrfvI_VMZVg_zLPOUgq6PjPx7Q5QPfNrDHVQTgWfsCYJfyB9wOAs2jS3eZgeX5gwWvAPDXGsZ_8hGFaBqYukJUdiB5p1m2SwH06ItDehnJ13c9nHQqymyknp-86r2ctk3zoOF7EJaM/s2739/watson%20Tom%20and%20Betty.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1634" data-original-width="2739" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhC5wXVemsPwNjpEnhjEIyqYRKJOjFDdzYcugYa0KTpovAPf4J_rrfvI_VMZVg_zLPOUgq6PjPx7Q5QPfNrDHVQTgWfsCYJfyB9wOAs2jS3eZgeX5gwWvAPDXGsZ_8hGFaBqYukJUdiB5p1m2SwH06ItDehnJ13c9nHQqymyknp-86r2ctk3zoOF7EJaM/s320/watson%20Tom%20and%20Betty.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Sgt Tom Colbeck Watson with Betty Cox who was an evacuee from Hull and lived in Alma Row.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT; font-size: 12pt;"><br /></span></p></div></div></div>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-61448297395425121992023-06-20T10:38:00.001+01:002023-06-20T10:40:50.236+01:00Old pubs of Howden<p> I am sitting here listening to the welcome rain. The garden was bone dry and everything was drooping. In particular the potatoes needed the water as the roots we have tried are the size of marbles. Gardening can be very frustrating and I am not best pleased at the moment as I was watching some calabrese and tender stem broccoli in the raised bed and thought how well it was doing. It was well netted but somehow a pigeon got in and in a short time decimated the plants. I am not feeling charitable towards pigeons at the moment.</p><p>This afternoon I am going out with the history groups I belong to to visit Nunburnholme church. We plan a few visits over the summer and enjoy learning about new places as well as meeting up with old friends. I am also looking forward next week to a concert in Howden Minster by celebrated young pianist Jeneba Kanneh-Mason. It has been organised by Howdenshire Music whose high quality free concerts are really putting Howden on the musical map.</p><p>I have spent the last couple of weeks working on a booklet about the old pubs of Howden which is to be published in early autumn by the Howden Civic Society. Geoff Taylor, another member of the society and I have been researching the various inns and Geoff has been taking contemporary pictures to go with my old ones.</p><p>Howden has always been known for having a large number of pubs, inns and beerhouses, largely because it was the centre of the local Howdenshire area where villagers came to visit the shops and markets. And also Howden hosted an annual world famous horse fair where buyers and sellers came from all over the UK and Europe to buy horses for many purposes ranging from hunting, pulling cabs in cities and in particular for use in the army. </p><p>Our booklet is in the form of a town trail and includes 24 pubs - or pub sites. Some of them are a challenge to research as a new landlord often meant a new pub name. Charles Ledsham, for example came to Howden as the landlord of the Black Horse in Bridgegate in the 1820s. Having fought heroically and been wounded at the Battle of Waterloo he renamed his pub after the battle. But when he moved to new premises in Hailgate the Black Horse reverted to its original name.</p><p>Around the same time the White Hart became the patriotically named Wellington whilst the Grapes in Bridgegate became the Britannia.</p><p>The civic society will be having a stand at Howden show on July 2nd. Come along and say hello. And if you have any memories or old pictures of Howden pubs you would be doubly welcome!!!!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7LHcx9A0SIhEgJh_9sLjTFX43oPlO2O0hCH1vpXNz7fpThaU3ZzAh8D-vtDCYTFgr6tA4JPg8oOXP6VrXeIuqrDmffu9Yu-XUuAK3BTmHRlffHT-eqr0tT4_QiV2O3JiGqhg6kXm_H64XI2vCM60HVPuZ85X2ufuxdLn2ASZgCzDYAakh99bUAYTJy0/s2220/howden%20pubs%20spotted%20cow%20old.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1416" data-original-width="2220" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7LHcx9A0SIhEgJh_9sLjTFX43oPlO2O0hCH1vpXNz7fpThaU3ZzAh8D-vtDCYTFgr6tA4JPg8oOXP6VrXeIuqrDmffu9Yu-XUuAK3BTmHRlffHT-eqr0tT4_QiV2O3JiGqhg6kXm_H64XI2vCM60HVPuZ85X2ufuxdLn2ASZgCzDYAakh99bUAYTJy0/s320/howden%20pubs%20spotted%20cow%20old.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> The white building on the left was once the Spotted Cow inn. It later was a lodging house and is now private housing.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-19574766488624576022023-05-07T10:45:00.002+01:002023-05-07T11:07:44.585+01:00The Coronation<p> Yesterday I was glued to the television as I watched the Coronation ceremony. It was not so much the processions in the rain but the actual events in the abbey that fascinated me. Although as we know there were many modernising touches the historical symbolism and actual artefacts were stunning. As King Charles sat in the wooden Coronation chair I could not but think of the other kings and queens had sat in /on it all the way back to probably Edward I.</p><p>But Howden Minster was a good stand in for the Abbey on Friday! It was beautifully decorated with an impressive banner by Howden School pupils. The school children processed in and out and sang the National Anthem and the WI ladies served lovely cakes during the day. And in the evening I attended a Coronation concert there - braving a thunderstorm to do so.</p><p>I throughly enjoyed the first half, hearing Crown Imperial on the magnificent organ and the performance of Zadok the Priest with Matthew Collins again on organ with the augmented Minster choir.</p><p>The talented Howden School band, The Soleros were up next, followed by Howdenshire Music's Boglarka Gyorgy and Amy Butler on violin and piano playing a very well-received Gershwin arrangement.</p><p>The interval gave us the opportunity to chat with friends. After a performance by a gospel choir we returned to the rather wet streets of Howden. </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitPAnt2Mslyh10oSf94b-6hHVAJV7Hyw6gRZ1Su6zIbJmMHcgEnPWuCPw0YpyAomx7Jrg-a4KtxVMddLmWs2kJfUfIfcSVVNNRSOnJXvRxBPbkWKhsuvHdHqpQb1X5N5j3bOKOPBsdXhhLWn4NBj3giDEqqxqtQNFKzEnZ3Vmd_lSnnh9s1TAE7zbS" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1769" data-original-width="2383" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEitPAnt2Mslyh10oSf94b-6hHVAJV7Hyw6gRZ1Su6zIbJmMHcgEnPWuCPw0YpyAomx7Jrg-a4KtxVMddLmWs2kJfUfIfcSVVNNRSOnJXvRxBPbkWKhsuvHdHqpQb1X5N5j3bOKOPBsdXhhLWn4NBj3giDEqqxqtQNFKzEnZ3Vmd_lSnnh9s1TAE7zbS=w403-h301" width="403" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Howden ladies dressed as queens of the past in 1953 - tentatively named as Eileen Holliday, Mrs Barnes/ Mrs Winn, Noreen Milnes [ hairdresser], unknown, Rita Sheppard [from the White Horse].</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-46657309879311094582023-04-22T12:43:00.000+01:002023-04-22T12:43:28.459+01:00A village funeral<div class="separator"><br /></div><p>It's gardening time now and we have managed to get in some onions and potatoes. I still have tender stem broccoli and Swiss chard in the greenhouse but today it has turned colder and drizzly and it's not encouraging to spend a lot of time outside.</p><p>Yesterday afternoon I attended the funeral in Eastrington church for Dolly Atkinson, a lady I had known all my life. She was 98 and the church was full as we celebrated her life. Like probably everyone there I had eaten her famed teacakes and we heard how, after growing up and working on the family farm she had moved to a bungalow in the village and had been a stalwart supporter of both church and the village hall. It was both a comforting and uplifting service.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Q_UkeIJKj6TklRXusaxgAjICpqGjaSGXT3FKo9ETq6lo1TvOvU7g3JFf0lz1v7pEU1WLAN6LZwD_yR2B21rt19bLQhlGK7wt84vGqx6da1wcor0lI_GLYsxSEPSx6I6llc6RzdEHf5ZIodk7OsbrNFBWp6F4R9Caaom-5CAqOtxtkOOXoMub1aQ-/s2652/village%20hall%20teapots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2296" data-original-width="2652" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Q_UkeIJKj6TklRXusaxgAjICpqGjaSGXT3FKo9ETq6lo1TvOvU7g3JFf0lz1v7pEU1WLAN6LZwD_yR2B21rt19bLQhlGK7wt84vGqx6da1wcor0lI_GLYsxSEPSx6I6llc6RzdEHf5ZIodk7OsbrNFBWp6F4R9Caaom-5CAqOtxtkOOXoMub1aQ-/w403-h349/village%20hall%20teapots.jpg" width="403" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /> In the [old] village hall. From left Greta Atkinson, Betty Hoggard, Dolly Atkinson, Mrs Wilburn </td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDde_a4HML00J80wrDRrQOtZw0YNry7wUkd-PbugGFVBmsSOtHchdSbh7hhVDZLfBkMjg6g-hRmvfjhC52c-tSJ-7dQ-dAUuPjpRcM7bpoaOJh6h1S0LwzDdTENQPOGuMblNNPu26c2Fn5eLw7VFJHK7JHtQbBT3W194mcXvzRJjHWGrRjzEUnOEZO/s1628/eastrington%20school%20choir%20at%20city%20hall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1112" data-original-width="1628" height="369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDde_a4HML00J80wrDRrQOtZw0YNry7wUkd-PbugGFVBmsSOtHchdSbh7hhVDZLfBkMjg6g-hRmvfjhC52c-tSJ-7dQ-dAUuPjpRcM7bpoaOJh6h1S0LwzDdTENQPOGuMblNNPu26c2Fn5eLw7VFJHK7JHtQbBT3W194mcXvzRJjHWGrRjzEUnOEZO/w539-h369/eastrington%20school%20choir%20at%20city%20hall.jpg" width="539" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />A winning Eastrington school choir in 1936 on the steps of Hull City Hall. Dolly Atkinson <span style="text-align: left;">with fringe and wearing a summer dress is on the extreme left. My aunt Jean Nurse [Sellers[ is on the front row, left of the boy with a short sleeved shirt.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p>On Easter Monday I gave talks and tours at what turned out to be a very popular Howden Minster open day. There is a lot of history to cover [!!] so I just mentioned the highlights ranging from John who sat up in his coffin at his funeral to the possible visit of Parliamentary troops to the church in 1644, the collapse of the choir roof in 1696 due to lack of maintenance and the disastrous fire of 1929. And of course we looked at the Coronation window which was installed in 1953.</p><p>Then last week I gave two talks - on the same day - about the history of the Saltmarshe family and the village. The first was to the ladies of Hook WI who were having afternoon tea in Saltmarshe hall. They were a very friendly and lively group. In the evening it was the monthly meeting of the Boothferry history group in the Courtyard in Goole. It was a challenging start as the overhead projector there failed to work - and not for the first time - but I had brought my own projector just in case and after setting that up all went well.</p><p>Tonight I am attending a concert in Snaith Priory church by the Beverley Male Voice Choir which also includes performances from Shakespeare by local poets. Should be a good evening.</p><div style="text-align: center;"></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-57371719137453693442023-03-12T11:27:00.004+00:002023-03-14T12:48:30.858+00:00Dorothy Bartlam<p> Last week was International Women's Day and a local facebook post mentioned Goole born film actress Dorothy Bartlam. Dorothy starred in several films in the late 1920s and early 1930s and there is much information about her film career on the internet.</p><p>The local history group that I attend on Thursday mornings had talked about her and one of our members has carried out a lot of research on Dorothy and her family and her Goole connections. So I thought I would include a brief summary of his work here.</p><p><i>Dorothy Ezard Bartlam was born 8th November 1897 at Leighton, 2 Airmyn Road (then known as 173 Boothferry Road), Goole and baptised on 25th November at St David's, Airmyn. Her parents had married in the same church 1st June 1895, her father having recently come to Goole to enter into an ironmongery partnership with George Thompson. </i></p><p><i>Her father, Charles Ruby Bartlam, had come from Ironbridge, Shropshire, where he had been an assistant in his father's ironmongery. Dorothy's mother was Henrietta Ezard, who had been born in Earswick Station House. Her father was the station-master. Henrietta was the younger sister of Herbert W Ezard. In 1913, when Dorothy was around 6, the ironmongery business was dissolved and the Bartlam family moved to Torquay where Charles opened his own ironmongery. </i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i>As a young woman, Dorothy won several beauty competitions and found casual employment in the film industry as a "crowd extra." It did not take long for her to be cast in more prominent roles and soon to become a "star." Film reviews in the national press sometimes referred to her as “the girl from Goole” or “the Yorkshire actress.”When she married David Rawnsley, the film art director, in September 1933, the wedding photo appeared in the Sunday newspaper "The People."</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><i>As Mrs David Rawnsley, her portrait was shown in the National Portrait Gallery, she was featured on cigarette cards and appeared extensively in advertisements for Pond's Cold Face Creams </i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsv5PiDTBkPQQgX5L3l2gPRM81Zbw4_ZwW6P_NITil-zl1F4BF8GLePDG4vpLmTj9Ir0XvQPsdI1pJsKhEl0rukiYiIVz--ygocu9cyk3e0VAm9Jpt5tRasGUdqjO-L0iDtYj5kGPKMVaW22FdFt-kuPRFbHjqcYxuaUjTFGcA9VGge8jiw78N-Jgw" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="419" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhsv5PiDTBkPQQgX5L3l2gPRM81Zbw4_ZwW6P_NITil-zl1F4BF8GLePDG4vpLmTj9Ir0XvQPsdI1pJsKhEl0rukiYiIVz--ygocu9cyk3e0VAm9Jpt5tRasGUdqjO-L0iDtYj5kGPKMVaW22FdFt-kuPRFbHjqcYxuaUjTFGcA9VGge8jiw78N-Jgw=w278-h396" width="278" /></a><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Dorothy Bartlam (1907-1991} as shown on a cigarette card from Modern Beauties, 4th series, issued by the British-American Tobacco Company.</td></tr></tbody></table><p style="text-align: left;">Some extra information which might be interesting</p><p style="text-align: left;">Bartlam and Thompson were in business at 106 Boothferry Road. The partnership was advertised in 1901. After the Bartlams left Goole George Herbert Thompson continued the business at 106 as ironmonger and plumber until at least 1920. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7gb4iz3_aEUsDtE_DHtK2L96vwfkbfguHutrnhRQBlZxa9czhHOdUmpgNznqPK_3YeVxgbQs_b0FurufMr8smomhPOz7eUcrm04F98F1H_kGcYpvrCfNCKzffneEX3L4iHhh4k8LdHeqwEEz84vEFaI0OjxyGVFhXF-CT6ft7TsaWoTsXo6u0J8P/s3116/Boothferry%20rd%20hh%20jpg.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1850" data-original-width="3116" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7gb4iz3_aEUsDtE_DHtK2L96vwfkbfguHutrnhRQBlZxa9czhHOdUmpgNznqPK_3YeVxgbQs_b0FurufMr8smomhPOz7eUcrm04F98F1H_kGcYpvrCfNCKzffneEX3L4iHhh4k8LdHeqwEEz84vEFaI0OjxyGVFhXF-CT6ft7TsaWoTsXo6u0J8P/w558-h332/Boothferry%20rd%20hh%20jpg.jpg" width="558" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bartlam and Thompson had their shop at 106, Boothferry Rd in the block on the left</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Before he married George lived with his widowed mother Martha at 186 Boothferry Road. She died in 1933</p><p style="text-align: left;">Dorothy Bartlam's mother Henrietta Ezard was the sister of enterprising shipowner Herbert W Ezard. He lived at 'Haxby' [4 Airmyn Road/ then 175 Boothferry Rd] which he built in 1907. His initials HWE are over the door.</p><p style="text-align: left;">He died in 1938 and his obituary is below</p><p style="text-align: left;"><i>1938 DEATH OF H. EZARD Former Goole Shipowner and Local Preacher The death has occurred of Mr Herbert Wm. Ezard, aged 68, of White House, Stepney-drive, Scarborough, a former Goole shipowner, and for many years a promiment local Methodist. Mr Ezard was only 21 years of age when he formed his first shipping company, the Goole and West Riding Steamship Company. Later he became managing director of the Yorkshire Coal and Steamship Company, and was also a principal the firm of H. and C. M. Ezard, shipbrokers and coal exporters. For years he was a lay preacher, and while at Goole was closely associated with the North - street Methodist Church. He had been twice married, and leaves a widow and two sons. The funeral took place at Goole Cemetery.</i></p><p style="text-align: left;">In later years Dorothy turned to writing and her first novel was published in 1931. She seems to have retired from acting following her marriage in 1933. The divorce was in June 1936. The 1939 register describes her as "divorced writer," living at Mockham Down, Brayford, Devon {a large detached rural property}.She seems to be living there alone.</p><p>She married Maurice Gleeson in 1946 (in 1939 he was described as "chef and waiter") and remained Mrs Gleeson until she died. Whenever she was mentioned in any newspaper article (usually in connection with dogs) she was just Mrs Gleeson<i>.</i></p><p style="text-align: left;">Our Thursday morning group is very friendly and we never know where our researches are going to take us. We have never yet run out of things to talk about! And it is fascinating to find out more the many interesting people of Goole.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-3676827326928578372023-02-15T20:13:00.002+00:002023-02-15T22:34:09.843+00:00Howden Minster open dayLast night I gave a talk to Gilberdyke WI and on the way home, through thick fog, saw a badger run across the road in front of me. I know they are around but only see them infrequently and was surprised at how fast this one ran. The only other wildlife out was a solitary rabbit. It was good to get home although I didn't need supper as the ladies of the WI provided a lovely buffet.<div><br /></div><div>I am busy at the moment refreshing my knowledge of the history of Howden Minster. I am taking tours around the church on Easter Monday, 10th April when the Minster is having an 'open day'. The idea is to show off the church to everyone, young and old, locals and visitors. There will be old photographs, archaeological discoveries, refreshments from That Tearoom, musical interludes on both piano and organ and activities for children including brass rubbing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Howden Minster has always been at the centre of the town and driving home its beautiful lantern tower and green roof are the signs that you are nearly there. Many travellers in the M62 are attracted by its beauty and increasingly are stopping off to visit both church and town.</div><div><br /></div><div>What follows is a very very brief summary of the church history - come along on Easter Monday to find out more.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is believed that there was a church here in Saxon times although the written evidence is a little uncertain! A twelfth century chronicler, Gerald of Wales wrote several centuries later that</div><div><blockquote style="border-left-style: none; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 1em 0px; overflow: hidden; padding: 8px 32px;"><p style="margin: 0px;"><i>"In the north of England beyond the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humber" style="background-image: none; color: #795cb2; text-decoration: none;" title="Humber">Humber</a>, in the church of Hovedene, the concubine of the rector incautiously sat down on the tomb of St. Osana, sister of king Osred, which projected like a wooden seat; on wishing to retire, she could not be removed, until the people came to her assistance; her clothes were rent, her body was laid bare, and severely afflicted with many strokes of discipline, even till the blood flowed; nor did she regain her liberty, until by many tears and sincere repentance she had showed evident signs of compunction."</i></p></blockquote><p>Osred was king of Northumbria and died in 716 AD . There is nothing more known of Osana beyond this mention but it does suggest evidence of an early church at Howden.</p><p>We are on more certain ground with the knowledge that the church was mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086 and eventually, when Howden became associated with the bishopric of Durham it became very important.</p><p>In 1267 the church became collegiate - ie a college of priests was set up and thereafter much building took place until a magnificent church, with a beautiful chapter house and its own song school dominated the landscape. Around 20 priests lived in Howden, some in separate prebendal residences on Churchside and some in the bedern [like a sort of hall of residence] which was where Parson's Lane is now. And there were too regular visits by the bishops to Howden when they stayed in their palace and where at least two kings [ Edward II in 1312 and Henry V in 1421] were hosted</p><p>The church became a place of pilgrimage after a supposed miracle took place at the funeral Mass of John of Howden in 1275 when he apparently sat up in his coffin to receive the Host. He was an eminent poet and philosopher and had been chaplain to Queen Eleanor of Provence, the wife of Henry III</p><p>Although never officially created at saint he was held to be one and of course St John Street leads directly to the Minster. His shrine was in the centre of what is now the ruined choir</p><p>So many pilgrims visited Howden that enough money became available to build a new choir and raise the height of the nave. We can still see the old roof lines both from the Market Place and inside the church.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Iif7N3ZtrCaqAsZCC81J9KsFpqgM3pwCfJNWhnoP0n3X5bpOt4cR-gxpIHXXvEAnvuqtH3X6DNIzLD-6JQKhhYNOZtnb9oFMSBfNV8e7UhiNOcvyPK9vZV3G0s8MbYvsXw_j5WH84jMRQXUzvNPf8NVZCfLCHExCTORWOY7MDsNBEf-hNvk_Q2xh/s1955/church.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1955" data-original-width="1387" height="389" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Iif7N3ZtrCaqAsZCC81J9KsFpqgM3pwCfJNWhnoP0n3X5bpOt4cR-gxpIHXXvEAnvuqtH3X6DNIzLD-6JQKhhYNOZtnb9oFMSBfNV8e7UhiNOcvyPK9vZV3G0s8MbYvsXw_j5WH84jMRQXUzvNPf8NVZCfLCHExCTORWOY7MDsNBEf-hNvk_Q2xh/w276-h389/church.jpeg" width="276" /></a><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> View from the Market Place showing the ruined choir and the older roofline</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">But then came the Reformation and Howden became an ordinary parish church. No one repaired the choir and in 1696 the choir roof and walls collapsed in a storm. The chapter house roof went the same way in 1750. But the choir was totally ruined and it is hard to imagine what the church must have looked like when it was complete.</span></div><p></p><p>Many repairs were made to the church in the nineteenth century and then in 1929 a disgruntled farm worker set the tower on fire. A lot of damage was done both by the fire and by the water used to extinguish it by the firemen. The alarm was said to be have been given by a sea lion from a circus parked in the Market Place. It took three years for the repairs to be complete.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERF7Q-oKPdnsxpxLJTjfz3O8-EruRvWudAnja5kYaxK_XCZVz3HyW2JMtcjMtGGMwtUhv7TbsROlCTt2w2uF9rB0eqY-K3M_8a73JTAPqa9IOMST1MqOWNyfI8G1xb_F1dqoigOEXeX7IFhIrMuSzwIjjNclOejBwMhHlzflzUoNpt3HYNba8OWKh/s2062/church%20fire.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2062" data-original-width="1257" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERF7Q-oKPdnsxpxLJTjfz3O8-EruRvWudAnja5kYaxK_XCZVz3HyW2JMtcjMtGGMwtUhv7TbsROlCTt2w2uF9rB0eqY-K3M_8a73JTAPqa9IOMST1MqOWNyfI8G1xb_F1dqoigOEXeX7IFhIrMuSzwIjjNclOejBwMhHlzflzUoNpt3HYNba8OWKh/s320/church%20fire.jpeg" width="195" /></a><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> The dramatic and awful sight of the tower on fire in 1929</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>There is lots to see inside the church today, some lovely stained glass and statues as well as memorials to many Howden families. And do not forget to visit Peter de Saltmarshe, lying in his armour in the centre of the Saltmarshe chapel with a dog at his feet to symbolise loyalty.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3x-WmhUEsTioaZX0fUMbpYfKaBXju7WuMQqTEpfHBE4P8pmG4LclQE2F_2Z-WZ_SqVAQvZfxs4JoS2tyxYgqpwjfVCT9prHiKE_mcmXTAwrBE7QYJCvrMptas-fHWGbwCgEgPS2obb_3cx_gkXK1pVUVsFuqamICYdqVLb2AeHFY8JOrbdzu13EA/s2058/choir%201982.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1392" data-original-width="2058" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3x-WmhUEsTioaZX0fUMbpYfKaBXju7WuMQqTEpfHBE4P8pmG4LclQE2F_2Z-WZ_SqVAQvZfxs4JoS2tyxYgqpwjfVCT9prHiKE_mcmXTAwrBE7QYJCvrMptas-fHWGbwCgEgPS2obb_3cx_gkXK1pVUVsFuqamICYdqVLb2AeHFY8JOrbdzu13EA/w410-h277/choir%201982.jpeg" width="410" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />This is a picture of the Minster choir in 1982.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div><div><br /><div><div><br /></div></div></div>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-26740174146901077172023-01-22T18:40:00.001+00:002023-01-22T18:40:17.915+00:00 Farming, Ropewalk and Skating<p> It is cold and foggy today but I hope we are soon going to see the last of the hard frosts and the chickens will not then need jugs of hot water twice a day. Our snowdrops are just showing white and the daffodils are well up. The woodpecker is busy hammering in the large ash tree seemingly all day and last night I heard two owls calling. So nature at least thinks we are heading for spring.</p><p>On the history front too the new year is off to a very busy start. I spent one Wednesday evening at the Wellington in Howden speaking to a large group of Howden Young Farmers. My talk was about local farming and how it has changed over the last hundred years. I have always been interested in particular about how cleverly nineteenth farms were designed with, for example, stables facing east so that horse lads could see what they were doing -feeding and preparing the farm horses for work as the sun rose.</p><p>And on Monday afternoon the local history group resumed meetings in the Scholfield Memorial hall at Skelton. There was a good attendance and my pictures of Eastrington went down well I thought. The next meeting will be about Portington, Ousethorpe, Hive, Sandholme and Gilberdyke. If you are interested in coming please contact me on howdenshirehistory.co.uk</p><p>Then at short notice I was asked to stand in at the meeting of the Howdenshire Archaeological Society as the speaker was unavailable. Not being an expert on archaeology I talked instead about how Howden has changed over the years.</p><p>But perhaps one of the most interesting meetings I have been to this month was the small research group which meets in Goole on Thursday mornings. Earlier this year the Goole museum publicised an album of old photos they had been given which showed some lovely Victorian photos of Goole.</p><p>This was not new to me as a friend and I had been shown the album some years ago and had been given permission to copy it. But the Thursday morning group had not seen the pictures and so we have spent a couple of weeks looking at them</p><p>The earliest picture shows the newly built Pomfret and Goole lifeboat visiting Goole in December1865 before being put on station on the mouth of the Tyne.</p><p>Some of the pictures are taken from the top of the water tower and one shows the town rope walk and how therewas no direct connection then between Bridge Street and the town centre. Goole has changed a lot.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwtWS1XSluu_VMqJzoM8LayNGuYrOMsSTE-fXKVhu0wEAj8pcSDnf5t0LkfanEkZk5InvFhrkXoNAHeOGuLMY3GXnMWANqxeyekL47YdUkQZau7xJsb7limCFppJlkFCzOlGBfvh2l3X2LfuKW167U061OzULs2nQ7tvojZjQZhQWHO6FBlCtn9e4/s691/ropewalk.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="691" height="293" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwtWS1XSluu_VMqJzoM8LayNGuYrOMsSTE-fXKVhu0wEAj8pcSDnf5t0LkfanEkZk5InvFhrkXoNAHeOGuLMY3GXnMWANqxeyekL47YdUkQZau7xJsb7limCFppJlkFCzOlGBfvh2l3X2LfuKW167U061OzULs2nQ7tvojZjQZhQWHO6FBlCtn9e4/w400-h293/ropewalk.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>We have also been trying to find out who took the photos but with no definite results. But we do have some dating evidence. An extract from a photo of the old Goole Times shop [beautifully coloured by my friend] dated 1896 shows some of the pictures for sale - look at each side of the main windows.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqtV5kdjTTXNMO1e64XAwRHbmgcozVRpwxXm7cs_mT9o_zgUIQ-hezuySS6zZPO3pWNfLKqUu2l-nSQN8bn1KM1vrjwIHZ3skObtCXbL6YWQalRS6JwV7-8PbAm2NSQL_dLTIujU4lia4Hnc75GHPEoTXk9fZ41D6Op8SbRTYs_TZIWeFC4AkegGg/s1575/Goole%20time%20copyright.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="1575" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqtV5kdjTTXNMO1e64XAwRHbmgcozVRpwxXm7cs_mT9o_zgUIQ-hezuySS6zZPO3pWNfLKqUu2l-nSQN8bn1KM1vrjwIHZ3skObtCXbL6YWQalRS6JwV7-8PbAm2NSQL_dLTIujU4lia4Hnc75GHPEoTXk9fZ41D6Op8SbRTYs_TZIWeFC4AkegGg/w448-h195/Goole%20time%20copyright.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Another of the photos showed Carlton fish ponds and we discussed how they were used well into living memory for ice skating. By coincidence some lovely pictures on the same topic have been added to the Snaith facebook group and here is one, with acknowledgement to Chris Robinson - in the pram!!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi065WhIZSobmn-Y2M1Jag3cGEHW942yqJMxhkSUA3j3nl0feLzjF2x2usl3Z9BRenvd1mkOFuSUkADQLT4ItRoVNh182GvuDGeDfih017Ax4zM1x-qXF3MC7HSmfMK1JVDoyW7Z37yj8itc5hLbxhAh4Y3gj_Sdm2uDr1TuWobTCtR7HgImHZsZOa4/s1579/carlton%20skating%20pram.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1191" data-original-width="1579" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi065WhIZSobmn-Y2M1Jag3cGEHW942yqJMxhkSUA3j3nl0feLzjF2x2usl3Z9BRenvd1mkOFuSUkADQLT4ItRoVNh182GvuDGeDfih017Ax4zM1x-qXF3MC7HSmfMK1JVDoyW7Z37yj8itc5hLbxhAh4Y3gj_Sdm2uDr1TuWobTCtR7HgImHZsZOa4/w402-h302/carlton%20skating%20pram.jpg" width="402" /></a></div> </div><div> <br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-34994967423814005862022-12-31T23:52:00.005+00:002022-12-31T23:53:12.016+00:00Happy New Year<p> I am writing this on a gloomy Saturday afternoon, the last in 2022 and the last day of the year. We have had great heat and extreme cold - I hope that 2023 will bring calmer weather. My snowdrops and daffodils are well up and, as my mother used to say when she wrote Country Notes in the Goole Times. every day is ' a cockstride lighter'.</p><p>I am looking forward to seeing friends in both Skelton and Goole history groups which resume in a few days but in the meantime I have been busy sorting out old photos. I have put 60 of them into a slideshow which I hope will work. They are a varied selection from some of the local villages - some coloured and others left black and white. They are by no means all I have of the villages included but I hope they will entertain on this New Year's Eve. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='548' height='456' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxO6QSjfVdcFq0W7PjAzJzfeBQArPZJaxZ7y1wYfzV-aBdmCHdfytN0SE7gBwb6LK_pjht_EpAZR7Eo_17kZQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Best wishes for 2023.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-65946940359717965482022-11-12T12:52:00.001+00:002022-11-12T14:23:46.441+00:00Eastrington<p> Now it's November and although the leaves are still on the trees it is time to light the log burner in the evenings. We are still picking up windfall apples- which the pheasants are enjoying too - but soon surely we will have a frost and they will get frozen.</p><p>This blog post is about Eastrington, the village where I was brought up and my ancestors inhabited for well over 350 years.</p><p>I have always been interested in local history and some few years ago now wrote a comprehensive history of the village which I have sent all over the world to descendants of Eastrington residents. I still have plenty of copies for sale. You can buy them either from Chappelows in Howden or the hair salon in Eastrington</p><p> I have recently kindly been given a lot of pictures by Mrs Doreen Wilde who has moved away from Howden and wished her pictures to 'stay local'. Mrs Wilde, before her marriage to Frank, was Doreen White and was brought up at Eastrington brickyard. Her parents, Cecil and Louie lived there and Cecil ran the brickyard, succeeding his father Walter. </p><p>The brickyard at Eastrington had come into being when the Hull and Selby railway was built [it opened in 1840] and a seam of clay was found during the construction. The land, Stone bridge close, which became the brickyard, had once belonged to my ancestor George Wise Nurse who built and lived in The Laurels.</p><p>An early owner of the brickworks was Richard Graves, a Broomfleet brickmaker who built two cottages on the 10 acre site. He sold it to John Watson in 1855 who was the older brother of George Slater's wife Jane. George and Jane already lived in one of the cottages and lived at the brickyard for the rest of their lives.</p><p>The brickyard remained in the extended Watson family until it was bought by another brickmaker Johnson Ducker of Melton in the parish of North Ferriby. Johnson's daughter Elizabeth had fallen in love with a young railwayman, originally from Devon called Walter White. The young couple married in 1896 and their son Stephen Ducker White was born in 1897, followed by Maria and Dorothy.</p><p>Walter was still working as a signalman but soon afterwards his father in law bought the Eastrington brickyard and the family moved there with Walter Cecil and Catherine being born at the brickyard.</p><p>Then came the First World War and Stephen joined up. He was awarded the Military Medal as reported in the Hull Daily Mail of 29th December 1917.</p><p><i>EASTRINGTON'S FIRST MILITARY MEDALLIST. Bombardier Stephen White, R.F.A., M.M. son of Mr and Mrs W. White, Stonebridge House, Eastrington, who lias been awarded the Military Medal for gallantry in action, is the first of Eastrington's sons to win distinction in the field. </i></p><p><i>Bombardier White, who has been attached to the Battery as gun layer since May, 1916, and was early in present promoted, has been for many months in the thick of the fighting, including at Cambrai. Writing home, he says: </i></p><p><i>"We have had all awful experience, and I thought we had already seen all the horrors of battle; but it was nothing in comparison to this. Really, I had no time to think until was over. The following day the C.O. came whilst I was working the gun, and said he had selected me to go to artillery school down the line, where 1 should get rest from this for a while. Whilst on parade a few days later the officer called me out and toldme J had won the Military Medal for devotion to duty and work done on November 30th."' </i></p><p><i>Bombardier White was educated the Hull Grammar School, and at the time of joining H.M. Forces 1915, was hon. secretary of the Eastrington Wesleyan Sunday School. He was drafted to Ireland, where he went for examination in gun laying, and out of ten candidates he was the only one who obtained t.he maximum marks of 100. He is a grandson of the late Mr Johnson Ducker, of North Ferriby.</i></p><p>Stephen later settled at Newland where his family still live today. </p><p>Walter White built four houses on the north side of Howden Road for his family and the brickyard supplied bricks and tiles for many local building projects as well as drainpipes for local farmers.</p><p>It eventually passed to Walter's son Cecil and then when he retired it was bought by the Howden Rural District Council and used as a refuse tip. This became something of a problem as there was often a pall of smoke from it over the village and it became a magnet for scrap dealers who swarmed over the tip and parked in the lanes nearby.</p><p>In 1976 the council proposed buying the old railway ponds to dump more rubbish in and there were many objections. At the time my mother, Joan Watson, was both a local teacher and parish councillor. She often took her classes on nature walks down Westfield Lane and I remember her, with the other councillors, showing representatives from the then Boothferry council round the site and proposing it as a nature reserve.</p><p>And of course it is now a very popular local amenity.</p><p>Walter White and his family were staunch supporters of Eastrington chapel which sadly recently closed. Its history will be the subject of a later post.</p><p>If anyone is interested in seeing a slide show of the village I shall be showing pictures in Skelton village hall at 1.30 on Monday 21st November to the small local history group which meets there. If you would like to come please contact me for details on howdenshirehistory.co.uk as it is only a small hall!!!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrX2JRoT1Lg7lnCa8D_yow1BcyF5zN7ppjaxwEGX49hunqzTEL59-56CuW3fjIEhd6kjIP_iedK-24Qn9H8CfwpJfKL6BIfNoRJYYca2mqDBUzPP1le8R4MFprS2x2sRJ-oQWP85FTw6ap9PTnOk0T2iW0rN0eXvRlwD0xQSvTs73Z6O1UI0nbPSa/s4914/eastrington%20brickyard%201.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3644" data-original-width="4914" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrX2JRoT1Lg7lnCa8D_yow1BcyF5zN7ppjaxwEGX49hunqzTEL59-56CuW3fjIEhd6kjIP_iedK-24Qn9H8CfwpJfKL6BIfNoRJYYca2mqDBUzPP1le8R4MFprS2x2sRJ-oQWP85FTw6ap9PTnOk0T2iW0rN0eXvRlwD0xQSvTs73Z6O1UI0nbPSa/w534-h395/eastrington%20brickyard%201.jpg" width="534" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /> Eastrington brickyard<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUGYNMDxFG-LXhOhHW7bqhhU8UobOhoMgqDVh5ambMi3w4U24vaW2E-Et4bctbyc3ScNa6_qsSJ1QXh23-0rZ_v6Mz9nWuNJrVeLCNwH5FpUAsc6sAkKTv4xdJcvwrqyzdYF8Fy4d3vcOOnYUT4Yh3uyzZ_wvv2heW_qp-WmvWhyTsdC0uYuiykeN/s1917/eastrington%20brickyard.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1392" data-original-width="1917" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUGYNMDxFG-LXhOhHW7bqhhU8UobOhoMgqDVh5ambMi3w4U24vaW2E-Et4bctbyc3ScNa6_qsSJ1QXh23-0rZ_v6Mz9nWuNJrVeLCNwH5FpUAsc6sAkKTv4xdJcvwrqyzdYF8Fy4d3vcOOnYUT4Yh3uyzZ_wvv2heW_qp-WmvWhyTsdC0uYuiykeN/w524-h378/eastrington%20brickyard.jpg" width="524" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Eastrington brickyard</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsBG9-p_B5quXUnAlClMNCluNQYmfcPIGLvioLmkhzYYYkbDtEGBY-syk6kJhUc6ewMWmFRWQbSxB-YDmWH2PF_0qVztFwI8c3oNHralaNk_kjlm3KNIVOA5ZV6rJJFziJ_ejaW4aF9g65X0csj6jfsck1XroCYigOCCWQNGpUt1Bf_9Eu0HWo6MN/s1001/walter%20and%20elizabeth%20white.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1001" data-original-width="810" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpsBG9-p_B5quXUnAlClMNCluNQYmfcPIGLvioLmkhzYYYkbDtEGBY-syk6kJhUc6ewMWmFRWQbSxB-YDmWH2PF_0qVztFwI8c3oNHralaNk_kjlm3KNIVOA5ZV6rJJFziJ_ejaW4aF9g65X0csj6jfsck1XroCYigOCCWQNGpUt1Bf_9Eu0HWo6MN/w297-h367/walter%20and%20elizabeth%20white.jpg" width="297" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Walter and Elizabeth White<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkM9YFUTYOElGthCvSn2InukEIuhhRfj_q_3OCZh9dWH7ub2ZfubMTsAXw9sJhPEMlCe1tYDYVTJFtQr9w0YrW8fDvroS8o9ZhGEcefEESnGTKAoiy4IUkRbmpSNW-ICYXbkv7yP5i1Ku9j1rheXx05NITHBA4H01jRZMu6y9fKQq-VU7KC6sW2If/s1064/white%20family.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="739" data-original-width="1064" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkM9YFUTYOElGthCvSn2InukEIuhhRfj_q_3OCZh9dWH7ub2ZfubMTsAXw9sJhPEMlCe1tYDYVTJFtQr9w0YrW8fDvroS8o9ZhGEcefEESnGTKAoiy4IUkRbmpSNW-ICYXbkv7yP5i1Ku9j1rheXx05NITHBA4H01jRZMu6y9fKQq-VU7KC6sW2If/w587-h427/white%20family.jpg" width="587" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />Taken on the lawn at Eastrington brickyard<br />Catherine 'Girlie' White, Phyllis Patchett, Cecil White, Jack Heald, Dorothy Heald, Dorrie White, Marie White, Barbara Brown<br />Front : Ethel Louise White, Johnson White</td></tr></tbody></table>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-42661496709265971742022-10-12T19:27:00.003+01:002022-10-12T21:07:01.805+01:00Howden history exhibitionAnd quite suddenly it is autumn. The leaves are coming off the trees - Molly brings them into the kitchen and drops them as a present for us on the floor. My hanging baskets are looking sad and we are inundated with apples. My favourites are those from my Improved Cockpit tree. When I was a child there was one in the garden at Eastrington and so we planted one here. It is a Yorkshire variety and has a unique nutty/ liquorice flavour - it is versatile and can be used for both cooking and eating as a dessert apple. <div><br /></div><div>I was very sad to see that Eastrington chapel had been forced to close. The last service was on 25th September and I know of at least one lady who had been attending for well over 50 years. I have been given a collection of pictures by Mrs Doreen Wilde whose family, the Whites had been involved with the running of the chapel for at least three generations. The Bell family of Portington, friends of John Wesley, had supported the chapel in earlier times. It is said that Wesley spent his last night in Yorkshire at Portington.<br /><div><br /></div><div>On the general history front I seem to be juggling topics like plates. I have been researching a Hull family for a local lady and have become entangled with a vast number of branches of a family called Purdon.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>And nearer home I have been looking at the history of Howden. The Howden civic society is holding an exhibition in the Shire hall on Saturday and Sunday, 15th and 16th of October about the heritage of the town. I have been printing out a lot of my old photographs in preparation.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is surprising how much Howden has changed in my time. Last evening I gave a talk to the members of Howden WI which I entitled <i>The changing face of Howden </i>and found that around half the audience had moved into Howden within the last ten years and were fascinated to see pictures of what Howden looked like before some of the newer developments. Examples are the demolition of the police station on Bridgegate and its replacement by the PA building; the site of the workhouse later the site of the ambulance station on Knedlington Road, now new houses and the Marsh as it was with its newly dug ponds but with no trees or bushes.</div><div><br /></div><div>And not forgetting the history of Goole. Maybe not as old as Howden but our small research group has been looking at why Jackson Street and Montagu streets are so called. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Plenty then to keep me busy when the clocks change and the evenings are darker.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2T82RKFSf7NE3fOZn8qdrCTqgCfmiDtPYeFbCy9QBZUjqSXrE1k4_BKBMZxatZWm9fDSuAj1Y3SBqKza4myybAMbPpPZCSm9SXIXh_nOXchbOeoAyp4VmEB3cIfymR0BRGbFe5lhaHgwyuJuOf9rTW-cXxheYURvt2zlrwSzfvXQUx8YE_aVMGRR8" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2400" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi2T82RKFSf7NE3fOZn8qdrCTqgCfmiDtPYeFbCy9QBZUjqSXrE1k4_BKBMZxatZWm9fDSuAj1Y3SBqKza4myybAMbPpPZCSm9SXIXh_nOXchbOeoAyp4VmEB3cIfymR0BRGbFe5lhaHgwyuJuOf9rTW-cXxheYURvt2zlrwSzfvXQUx8YE_aVMGRR8" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Howden marsh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5TcuqxhWfIC2aSF1I4hn6h56PcQwxEzMQ9xsVQSHlbXV_YtJI6OQ4wfkNkoFX1ATf6C2_g1OtHLZccgWFMk4NDdxsjd9yszAg2cn-69gEkdb9R-FG7V_rYjvBhYt_PpA-cEsBjJddGtS3mYr-44zgqAJE8VMMxcQeesvRK-OqK0WsHPen9NwUNRE8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1580" data-original-width="2392" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5TcuqxhWfIC2aSF1I4hn6h56PcQwxEzMQ9xsVQSHlbXV_YtJI6OQ4wfkNkoFX1ATf6C2_g1OtHLZccgWFMk4NDdxsjd9yszAg2cn-69gEkdb9R-FG7V_rYjvBhYt_PpA-cEsBjJddGtS3mYr-44zgqAJE8VMMxcQeesvRK-OqK0WsHPen9NwUNRE8" width="320" /></a></div> The old police station still just visible on the right<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPptU7pE1wOhrDmV7OIylUhXfomnWqWYN_YbkdV0yFAAEzFsO6tjFzOWp4lSB-j2jDeXu_Cl9UAqjUX3JrOHSAG-MdmWDskx7j6xGJvmOEPUtUinOn9ymR06e5sA6P6WejXiJsLM2BVW3vAlWPJhIeu60CUy6tI0JBsYrNrcWlSySLusW55LztlzkZ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1522" data-original-width="2288" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPptU7pE1wOhrDmV7OIylUhXfomnWqWYN_YbkdV0yFAAEzFsO6tjFzOWp4lSB-j2jDeXu_Cl9UAqjUX3JrOHSAG-MdmWDskx7j6xGJvmOEPUtUinOn9ymR06e5sA6P6WejXiJsLM2BVW3vAlWPJhIeu60CUy6tI0JBsYrNrcWlSySLusW55LztlzkZ" width="320" /></a></div> The workhouse on Knedlington Road</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-55033814865060109942022-09-12T17:09:00.005+01:002022-09-13T09:42:26.242+01:00Death of the queen<p style="text-align: left;"> When I began to write this post I had watched the Queen, frail but bright welcoming our new prime Minister. Then came the shocking news of her death only two days later. I think it will take some time for the news to sink in. Like so many I can only ever remember there being a Queen - indeed my middle name is Elizabeth. It is a strange time.</p><p style="text-align: left;"> I am already in fact quite late in writing this post - I seem to have missed a month but have a good excuse as after managing to avoid Covid all this time I got it and have found it more debilitating than I thought. Certainly more than a slight cold. I was very sorry to miss most of the Goole History group exhibition at the Junction in Goole as it was our first one for over two years and it's always nice to talk to people about the local history of the area.</p><p style="text-align: left;">The garden was, like everybody's, very dry but here in East Yorkshire we have had some heavy downpours recently and the grass is beginning to green up. My chickens, which I got as very young birds, will hardly know what to do when we do get rain but will, I hope, enjoy it when the weeds in their pen start to grow!</p><p style="text-align: left;">But I am now looking forward to the various history groups I go to in Goole and Skelton restarting after the summer break. Our first Thursday morning in Goole [22nd September] will be a chance for everyone to talk about their various summer projects whilst at Skelton [ 3rd October] we are beginning with a talk on Holme on Spalding Moor. Anyone interested in these groups is welcome to send me a message through my website Howdenshirehistory.co.uk.</p><p style="text-align: left;">One of my own recent projects has been having a look at local mills. I have always been interested and someone on a local facebook page mentioned the mill at Goole Fields. I wrote a blog post about it many years ago - it was a tower mill known as Birks' mill and replaced a smock mill which stood on the river bank.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdrrUObeebAtzrTurpk-IUWl7XsX1gSFqYLucpTaj4goQau_Ob3alDrFUYhnGdARH5O9XX_unXOoRy1yZr8b8svU51g52tbprsvZ-wGy9hftjwX3-N5jhKX87GNhPMAGoPF2wGucNWxGEhi_Rbj87mrJR5QXOKqKJXkRCX8DRcMMO1zVMbbPqHVBd/s1517/goole%20bradbents%20mill.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1015" data-original-width="1517" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfdrrUObeebAtzrTurpk-IUWl7XsX1gSFqYLucpTaj4goQau_Ob3alDrFUYhnGdARH5O9XX_unXOoRy1yZr8b8svU51g52tbprsvZ-wGy9hftjwX3-N5jhKX87GNhPMAGoPF2wGucNWxGEhi_Rbj87mrJR5QXOKqKJXkRCX8DRcMMO1zVMbbPqHVBd/w392-h262/goole%20bradbents%20mill.jpg" width="392" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /> This is Broadbent's mill, a smock mill, which stood on the present site of Goole docks</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Almost every village had its own mill and as it is so flat here it was ideally suited for windmills. Many initially were post mills but they were prone to blowing over.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I found a piece in the Hull newspaper after a terrible storm in January 1839. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><i>HOWDEN. One the pinnacles fell from the ruins the Collegiate Church ; some large pieces of lead were blown off the church roof; the streets were strewed with fragments of chimney-pots. In the country, we are sorry to learn, consequences more disastrous have been experienced. At Breighton, six barns were blown down, and one man bad his thigh broken, and another his leg fractured. Two barns were also blown down at Kilpin. The lofty chimney, belonging Mr. Ward's tannery, of Kilpinpike, fell down. The Hail Mill, near Howden, occupied by Mr. David Morritt, was blown down, and also two, others at Barmby. We are sorry to hear that seventeen mills have been blown down within ten miles of Howden. About forty or fifty large trees were blown down in the grounds of P. Saltmarshe, Esq. and the neighbourhood.</i></p><p style="text-align: left;">I tried to work out where these seventeen mills were and wished they had been named. Several post mills were replaced by tower mills and some of these do survive, some converted in houses [Heron's, Goole Fields and even a cafe [ Timms']. I have been trying to find pictures of some of them but sometimes all that remains is a name - Mill house or Mill lane.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I am presently on the trail of a postmill which stood in the south field of Hook in 1834. I have found it on an 1852 OS map [thanks to my friends P and P] and think the site was under what is now the Hook railway bridge.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I have collected many pictures of tower mills but this one of Flatfield Mill at Howden is one of the few post mill pictures I have.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbyVbqHuvYHp8o7LTBCDRrdgDmvfA-Vh6tkQS5li3069A97i2lNEZUcknWniH9GPuAFqXw2qh9hR9DPP4HYq8VIn59XAGnX8_L_-56-TxRyYt8MaovHiKyOUiu3dGAAhShnU4XSSbZZg14pivq8CMRHepx_0mQCzxWWfNqs8Bgu8m-I1IDnnjjZMr/s5200/flatfield%20mill%20hh.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3722" data-original-width="5200" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbyVbqHuvYHp8o7LTBCDRrdgDmvfA-Vh6tkQS5li3069A97i2lNEZUcknWniH9GPuAFqXw2qh9hR9DPP4HYq8VIn59XAGnX8_L_-56-TxRyYt8MaovHiKyOUiu3dGAAhShnU4XSSbZZg14pivq8CMRHepx_0mQCzxWWfNqs8Bgu8m-I1IDnnjjZMr/s320/flatfield%20mill%20hh.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Howden, Flatfield Mill</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">And appropriately I was listening to the radio yesterday and there was an interview with a volunteer at Holgate Mill in York. He was explaining how there was a language of mill sails. And how to leave the sails just past vertical was a sign of mourning- which they were going to do. Although both the pictures I have put on here seem to have sails in that position!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWxvReZFz90j1WFoVkv4koP-7b-OWKxmWqf11k1n8xRvg8wFKBeIw5QHpf_Wld9bHPXS8iiQAmHrLVEUd81HGd5943kZ8i7iT44BY_3TyMB-guPUjnz4v1jjN98RbwVtDIe3XA4f-6f22mR2HfnR1BXnxOw4lckq8vCRRVDLbwvpqzT_fBv_prrGY/s510/mill%20sail.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="465" data-original-width="510" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWxvReZFz90j1WFoVkv4koP-7b-OWKxmWqf11k1n8xRvg8wFKBeIw5QHpf_Wld9bHPXS8iiQAmHrLVEUd81HGd5943kZ8i7iT44BY_3TyMB-guPUjnz4v1jjN98RbwVtDIe3XA4f-6f22mR2HfnR1BXnxOw4lckq8vCRRVDLbwvpqzT_fBv_prrGY/s320/mill%20sail.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><div><br /></div>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-16472365018168206472022-07-24T13:53:00.004+01:002022-07-24T15:28:10.970+01:00The Green family of Old Goole<p> Thank goodness it has cooled down and I can water my tomatoes in the greenhouse only once a day. Every time I looked at them they were drooping. As were Molly the dog and Poppy the cat not to mention their humans.</p><p>But while it was so hot I needed no excuse to sit at the computer and undertake some family history work for a family who had origins in Leeds and a connection to Goole. It was very interesting as the first generation I looked at lived in Hunslet and worked as glass blowers. Further back there were four generations of stone masons. One poor man was working on the canal basin in Leeds when a large block of stone fell on him and he was killed.</p><p>Another interesting family I have been looking at was the Green family of Goole. John Green who died in 1907 had a great influence on our present Goole street scene.</p><p>He was a sailor, born in 1841 in Leeds and married Caroline Brown in Goole in 1861 when she was 18. By 1871 he was a bootmaker living in Ouse Street and in 1881 a master bootmaker in Bridge Street. From here he built a small local empire but no-one [and I am in touch with his descendants] seems to know how he financed it.</p><p>In 1882 he was advertising a new shop to let 'on the Bridge' consisting of 4 bedrooms, sitting room, kitchen, scullery and pantry.</p><p>In March 1889 the Goole Times reported that</p><p> T<i>he Old Vicarage.—This valuable piece of property has been purchased by Mr John Green, Bridge-street. The site occupies 1077 yards, and it is understood to be Mr Green’s intention to pull down the present structure and build shops.</i></p><p>By August an advert appeared as follows</p><p><i>To Builders. TENDERS are invited for the Erection of SIX SHOPS, &c., in Boothferry-road, Goole. Plans and Specifications can be seen at Mr John Green's Boot Depot, Bridge-street, Goole, from Monday, August 19, to Saturday, August 31, 1880, both inclusive, and tenders must be sent in to the above named, not later than Monday, the 2nd September. The lowest- or any tender not necessarily accepted.</i></p><p>The new block of buildings was opened on May 3rd 1890. It was built partly around the old vicarage, as can still be seen from Stanhope Street. This was a new street opened in September 1890.</p><p>The picture below shows John Green's new buildings in the centre. Part were named St John's Buildings as the vicarage was for the vicar of nearby St John's church. They were sold in 1914 by the executors of his estate.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NsjLohiD_rHumYB_rbdkp54Bh_EdqqXR5Fp9LzyYWiKdvB5Zs3VqmMdSsCMSVqninoDi7RzAcgi7h2zj1VbWgseuf77wDWTSesQ0VaEdlFifqtL9EAmgWsgz9_sLLUxuhVx0e-0qH84p8JHygp2csuMV1_ybZ-F2qECQdRnYhUafbkIT5vKH0NZh/s1104/stanhope%20st.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="711" data-original-width="1104" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NsjLohiD_rHumYB_rbdkp54Bh_EdqqXR5Fp9LzyYWiKdvB5Zs3VqmMdSsCMSVqninoDi7RzAcgi7h2zj1VbWgseuf77wDWTSesQ0VaEdlFifqtL9EAmgWsgz9_sLLUxuhVx0e-0qH84p8JHygp2csuMV1_ybZ-F2qECQdRnYhUafbkIT5vKH0NZh/s320/stanhope%20st.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Looking down Stanhope Street, new in 1890</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>The following year, in August 1891 John Green bought a large amount of property including Bleak House on the corner of the Ouse and the Dutch River. The property included a farm and most of the houses and cottages around what is known as Hunt's Corner. He paid almost £9000 in all and moved into Bleak House.</p><p>He and his wife had a family of 14 children between 1862 and 1888: 10 girls and 4 boys. Their names were [with married names of the girls in brackets]: Polly (Mary) (Marshall) 1862 - 1900; Ada Florence (Eland) 1865 - 1943; Minnie 1867 - 1927; Annie 1869 - 1914; Ernest 1871 - 1944; Nora (Dyson) 1873 - 1962; Olive (Williams) 1875 - 1950; Edith (Berryman) 1876 - 1913; Carrie (Caroline) (Shute) 1978 - 1943; Louis 1880 - 1910; Arthur Richard 1882 - 1901; Ethel Pauline (Ogle) 1883 - 1964; Maud Eveline (Walker) 1886 - 1978 and John Andrew 1888 - 1956. </p><p>Some of these children had amazing lives abroad and some stayed in the Yorkshire area but their lives are well documented - including stage performers, American socialites and a companion to the South African president's wife during the Boer war.</p><p>For example in America Ethel married Charles Ogle whose perhaps most iconic and memorable role was as the screen's very first Frankenstein monster in Thomas Alva Edison's silent version of Frankenstein in 1910. </p><p>As they say - Old Goole for talent!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUDkB45JxdkPWHRhwUtslWBfldEE8VmGMP2DfmjA5h8f7obmO9PWnBycsvXNlkXnn2WwgI9WC7hcnK40zpWPHlYUmhc1xJEvvXzTvo6CgrYr-mkEJ0Fn9gWeDePvPyOZ32YK_DTew9w5HJYuEwbDhhYDni6yTvO-DSFunjbTct8XBQCBDLig3FZIT/s1494/green%20shop.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1014" data-original-width="1494" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUDkB45JxdkPWHRhwUtslWBfldEE8VmGMP2DfmjA5h8f7obmO9PWnBycsvXNlkXnn2WwgI9WC7hcnK40zpWPHlYUmhc1xJEvvXzTvo6CgrYr-mkEJ0Fn9gWeDePvPyOZ32YK_DTew9w5HJYuEwbDhhYDni6yTvO-DSFunjbTct8XBQCBDLig3FZIT/w414-h281/green%20shop.jpg" width="414" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Ada Green outside the Green family's boot emporium. It does not look all that impressive!</td></tr></tbody></table><p><i> </i></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcc2lIx-FLJ8wNxWck_ygIkwhNNlDD_TIqBIyARm6T_nMHjEXhTf8fUEvlsztc5TUWs-EcTc4tQQ9LUSSlHGzP0r3YG2V8Oy5WKd7eA5lHfZaAhdBc_N614Sv-jDMkdXJJVbHjUTxTuls2x3h036OnRaTnRKKkEzWRISMND5t_-8Wlvjtm83gCgOmM/s1065/bleak%20house.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="738" data-original-width="1065" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcc2lIx-FLJ8wNxWck_ygIkwhNNlDD_TIqBIyARm6T_nMHjEXhTf8fUEvlsztc5TUWs-EcTc4tQQ9LUSSlHGzP0r3YG2V8Oy5WKd7eA5lHfZaAhdBc_N614Sv-jDMkdXJJVbHjUTxTuls2x3h036OnRaTnRKKkEzWRISMND5t_-8Wlvjtm83gCgOmM/w429-h297/bleak%20house.jpg" width="429" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /> Bleak House, Old Goole</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><i><br /></i><p></p><p><i> </i></p><div><br /></div>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-44265019306850594042022-06-26T23:03:00.004+01:002022-07-26T09:19:35.577+01:00Howden pubs <p> Looking back the last post I wrote was just before we celebrated the Queen's Platinum Jubilee - we actually ate our afternoon tea indoors but enjoyed it just the same. English weather!</p><p>And now we are in a mini heat wave and watering our potatoes whilst picking gooseberries and raspberries.</p><p>But there is still time for some local history. On Tuesday the two history groups I belong to - about 20 of us - visited Barmby on the Marsh church. The church was declared redundant and is now owned by the Friends of Friendless Churches who have restored it to good condition but without taking away its essential character. I gave a brief talk on its history and then after having a good look round we moved on to Barmby Methodist church for tea and cakes. There we were ' regally' entertained with lovely cakes, tea served in china cups and all whilst sitting round tables laid with white cloths and adorned with vases of Sweet Williams. A lovely afternoon.</p><p>I have been having a look this week at Howden's pubs. I often get asked how many were there and the short answer is a lot!! and the longer answer is about 20 at any one time throughout the nineteenth century but it can be confusing. Some changed their names - eg the White Hart where cock fights took place became The Wellington, the Nag's Head became [the] Bowman's [ John Bowman bought it] while the Wheatsheaf became the Sloop, the Howden Packet and then the Wheatsheaf again.</p><p>And others lost their licences and disappeared after a new licensing act was passed and owners and tenants found their pub was declared superfluous and were paid compensation. These included The Neptune in Pinfold St and Sheffield House on the corner of Station Road.</p><p>And of course more recently the White Horse has closed, as has the Black Swan which was renamed Minster View on Cornmarket Hill while the Board has become the Howden Arms.</p><p>I spend a lot of time researching on old newspaper sites and always get sidetracked. The Hull Daily Mail used to have a column entitled <i>Heard in Howden Streets. </i>In a way I think Facebook is our version of it!</p><p>So while trying to fix a date for the demolition of the Dog and Duck inn in Market Place I came across this article which was written at exactly this time of year over a hundred years ago. As I read it I thought that although some things have changed dramatically - eg the water supply - others are recognisable - lack of rain, Eastrington show and a large concert in the Minster on July 9th. Plus ca change.</p><p><b>27th June 1913</b></p><p>HEARD IN HOWDEN STREETS. (from our own correspondent.) </p><p>That, judging by the attendance at Mr Fenby's meeting on Saturday night, Liberalism seems somewhat flat in Howden just now. </p><p>That while the tuning of the organ of St Peter's was taking place, a dead starling was found blocking one of the pipes. </p><p>That Col-Sgt. Levitt is having very busy time with his duties, in addition to those in connection with Company, including the Church Lads' Brigade, and the Police Station Rifle Range. </p><p>That up to Tuesday night there had been no weight of rain for about six weeks, and many who rely on rainwater principally, have been in sore straits. </p><p>That many are having to purchase drinking water at a halfpenny bucket from neighbours; the need of an efficient water supply was ever demonstrated. </p><p>That people at Howdendyke are reported be drinking water from the River Ouse, while others are drawing their supply from sources of questionable purity. </p><p>That while some farmers need rain badly for the crops (especially turnips), which are at a standstill, others require fine weather on account of the hay harvest. </p><p>That the parish bellman complains bitterly that' his official uniform has not been supplied, as promised, by the authorities. </p><p>That "Billy" <i>[ he was the bellman or town crier]</i> is becoming quite a quack doctor, his recent " cures" including corns, several damaged thumbs, cuts, bruises, and sprains. </p><p>That the last vestige of the old Dog and Duck Inn and adjacent pork shop has now disappeared, opening out a splendid east view of the beautiful ruined choir of tho Parish Church. </p><p>That Mr H. Bastow is having very busy time in the handicapping line, his engagements far this season numbering nine, including North Cave, Spaldington, Barmby, and Howden. </p><p>That the Show Committee on Monday arranged an attractive sports programme. </p><p>That close upon 500 acres of the outlying portion of the <i>[Knedlington</i>] estate, the property of Mr Erie S. S. Rudd-Clarke, will come into the market next month. That this will one of, if not the, largest estates ever offered for sale at Howden. </p><p>That the Hall rose garden presents a wealth of bloom, which, together with the newly designed rockeries, etc., for which the head gardener, Barker, is responsible, is one the beauty spots of the town. </p><p>That Mr Walter Shaw's beautiful mare, which carried everything before her at the Eastrington Show, was hand-reared as a foal, her mother dying when she was but a month old. </p><p>That Mrs Jackson gave an enjoyable Wesleyan sewing meeting tea in The Ashes last week-end, from the proceeds of which the new Sunday school building fund benefited. </p><p>That both adults and children spent a very happy evening after tea in games. </p><p>That the preparations for the great choral festival at St. Peter's Church on July 9th are going well in the hands of the ladies' committee, who expect to entertain quite 300 visitors to tea. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxUj6vUlKGQEYURYQr1SFyy4DR2OQB4hltmWhakt0SaJzmkoJZoq-8qt4e9VIhGLN92V_V6ZEKUwfCMZnzvAQKRnu_8xzrJPe-j9zJmXTIi_L7r8tDb95rHR_gPCwTZITqpl-OltfYof9b2qz2-MrPkosZITrrywzCyABHpWB3b2-MmzpwoHzZCqc/s1204/howden%20makt%20place.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="889" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxxUj6vUlKGQEYURYQr1SFyy4DR2OQB4hltmWhakt0SaJzmkoJZoq-8qt4e9VIhGLN92V_V6ZEKUwfCMZnzvAQKRnu_8xzrJPe-j9zJmXTIi_L7r8tDb95rHR_gPCwTZITqpl-OltfYof9b2qz2-MrPkosZITrrywzCyABHpWB3b2-MmzpwoHzZCqc/s320/howden%20makt%20place.jpg" width="236" /></a><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> This picture must have been taken about this time as the new market cross was erected in 1909 and the Dog and Duck and pork butcher's shop are still there. The building with its gable end on just to the left of the cross is now the Cheese Shop</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-67679883617725455592022-05-28T14:17:00.001+01:002022-05-28T18:01:46.775+01:00Platinum jubilee<p> Everyone is looking forward to the events to celebrate the Queen's platinum jubilee next week and so I thought I would look through my collection of old pictures to see how it was celebrated in June 1953. Of course not so many people had easy access to cameras then so there are fewer than there will be from 2022! I have divided the pictures into two posts - East and West Riding- as in the old days</p><p>I have a good collection of photos from Skelton. Here is a selection</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9NAwwsPIdDVIaI7Zs5xvYaS5cMMK5KfA5l0XJrQwbj7mGj_ShGikz9ic8APT0e-MfPM9B20pdmMaF1kluXtTrvpf_ach1BybAjQgxXP_KURJUec_DgNssGOPu2TGSNPM4rDLkIJV_3jiyn8N5jhg5Av_8YEmYxJ60nien9FMyCnY9CH3kezy8qQB6" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1322" data-original-width="1165" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9NAwwsPIdDVIaI7Zs5xvYaS5cMMK5KfA5l0XJrQwbj7mGj_ShGikz9ic8APT0e-MfPM9B20pdmMaF1kluXtTrvpf_ach1BybAjQgxXP_KURJUec_DgNssGOPu2TGSNPM4rDLkIJV_3jiyn8N5jhg5Av_8YEmYxJ60nien9FMyCnY9CH3kezy8qQB6=w260-h295" width="260" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Skelton<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3fP6MEHYml3zxVRZz1xhvQdKKOsk_DyJso_yQIgrChgVlxPpbOYKT_IpgNatXYVRvqzcZOxRSmkU1oiSjkGZuVxWFSlLlnWGJXVYwA_mOOiMVCu1LZyjE0QdIbpLlS_kk8X3yz2oOwF-PDPqKeWb75MdsZR7d0HeKeM570O2_o2eg3WIveXYvV3R3" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3032" data-original-width="5132" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi3fP6MEHYml3zxVRZz1xhvQdKKOsk_DyJso_yQIgrChgVlxPpbOYKT_IpgNatXYVRvqzcZOxRSmkU1oiSjkGZuVxWFSlLlnWGJXVYwA_mOOiMVCu1LZyjE0QdIbpLlS_kk8X3yz2oOwF-PDPqKeWb75MdsZR7d0HeKeM570O2_o2eg3WIveXYvV3R3=w506-h299" width="506" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /> Skelton outside the Scholfield Memorial Hall<br /><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxMi3CqT62nOtHq6zKiwFHEFshWxwFpLqCeuNQeZuuvjWWbshhhQPU38KmMUrYI2iCBUi0lMHw2ldwdxo6BEPsSr8eZ3c35Y5BAGBtYnpDXM5eVWUo0_h2OU520mZbeKIYIVtKyzlHJohUDSqi5DiNVU8jVspr7iorSvX0O1QHL7PB1pf54vNF5lfT" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1322" data-original-width="1165" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxMi3CqT62nOtHq6zKiwFHEFshWxwFpLqCeuNQeZuuvjWWbshhhQPU38KmMUrYI2iCBUi0lMHw2ldwdxo6BEPsSr8eZ3c35Y5BAGBtYnpDXM5eVWUo0_h2OU520mZbeKIYIVtKyzlHJohUDSqi5DiNVU8jVspr7iorSvX0O1QHL7PB1pf54vNF5lfT" width="212" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /> Skelton - having a good time</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> I only have one from Eastrington copied from a family snap, showing my mother, Joan Watson on a lorry playing the piano in the rain with typical enthusiasm.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBRNlldNxDMSpU56V3nBMf1ivQUiVDae_Gfgqef_ZuCno5o8zX5aKOzw5UoWAR4BcxT8ScUEUSys3eej5kNHQi4v9bNANzzW4o37Aqcg19TyFCDgDWShgrObnbyosOL6UNd9Rbg-R468n39-XX2f3q_sIEKKl6T8QB-Gyy1ZCt7T5-ZBc9SfiAnAZ/s1017/eastrington%20coronation.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1017" data-original-width="1017" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBRNlldNxDMSpU56V3nBMf1ivQUiVDae_Gfgqef_ZuCno5o8zX5aKOzw5UoWAR4BcxT8ScUEUSys3eej5kNHQi4v9bNANzzW4o37Aqcg19TyFCDgDWShgrObnbyosOL6UNd9Rbg-R468n39-XX2f3q_sIEKKl6T8QB-Gyy1ZCt7T5-ZBc9SfiAnAZ/s320/eastrington%20coronation.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Eastrington, celebrating in the rain<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And here are some of Howden. I think they are all of the Coronation</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Nv8YKysy9BSEHKj0D7pK-jAO-Aypj0REH9V7WNHjz50MUUDxrFgG2-1gIoKWdyE0Uk3RasFk8a-sRBa8gKsiTtXvYImI7-6SeS0tKpsPpPiOE0xkrw6WP9SkGbUOF7OBzMJC-toxsyx12qZsH2OlV_AgaxV9TVoIhRvAMps7a0OPt726yuw8G5Tp/s2844/howden%20coronation%20jazz%20band.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1597" data-original-width="2844" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Nv8YKysy9BSEHKj0D7pK-jAO-Aypj0REH9V7WNHjz50MUUDxrFgG2-1gIoKWdyE0Uk3RasFk8a-sRBa8gKsiTtXvYImI7-6SeS0tKpsPpPiOE0xkrw6WP9SkGbUOF7OBzMJC-toxsyx12qZsH2OlV_AgaxV9TVoIhRvAMps7a0OPt726yuw8G5Tp/w446-h251/howden%20coronation%20jazz%20band.jpg" width="446" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Howden Working men's club jazz band. Albert Hellens with the drum</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM4DEA2YxMMY-LgcCYlhjbQ7LPB75_HWR6I3wWKusU4HTSewVnqCwqD_f7OK1p48y1ej1b-aqv5tbIDtXw0KIfbZiMRB4zM8rdzg-QDbFEnVB2ccW4rmWZRphK6zwSHQwNgJluAvlLD2n2Yhe94NPxr2GP6M_ui6DRqfltJZLcHGilZb8-URy8POy/s1952/howden%20jazz%20band%202.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1258" data-original-width="1952" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIM4DEA2YxMMY-LgcCYlhjbQ7LPB75_HWR6I3wWKusU4HTSewVnqCwqD_f7OK1p48y1ej1b-aqv5tbIDtXw0KIfbZiMRB4zM8rdzg-QDbFEnVB2ccW4rmWZRphK6zwSHQwNgJluAvlLD2n2Yhe94NPxr2GP6M_ui6DRqfltJZLcHGilZb8-URy8POy/w447-h288/howden%20jazz%20band%202.jpg" width="447" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Who is he? Outside the pavilion</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXssyYyQyQz1gbvPaKDyIoAJE8IXA6v3yBJNjFWKKv4MkspRTZU8uLJW6UyhXkXtkU1A-COA7OgdAviUrQ9SFuBFKnsy048Djc-IpWwuVjo6HAb3i6FlWEuv8LsgLRfJ12EG0GkxTkBkcMv_eoQtGojq1JJf0xhDHMg_OmKFY_WcccdWs_-M4lP3nI" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1652" data-original-width="2414" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgXssyYyQyQz1gbvPaKDyIoAJE8IXA6v3yBJNjFWKKv4MkspRTZU8uLJW6UyhXkXtkU1A-COA7OgdAviUrQ9SFuBFKnsy048Djc-IpWwuVjo6HAb3i6FlWEuv8LsgLRfJ12EG0GkxTkBkcMv_eoQtGojq1JJf0xhDHMg_OmKFY_WcccdWs_-M4lP3nI=w383-h263" width="383" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br />Don't know anything about this one</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi04dWq3uefEbf2NAs_pAi0dTXCbYtieHuORmKU8TL8JjYOB5h-Bb0tc4jx7KpeuDfifrcn9Pc_UyRbSB6l5i0-d-x5f2dOZ8BZNl8BBMfNHw00Zx8oFxgRmLOJQOz8YVu54JZYGsdg2Pq1WVAKOxNop4yI7vAbgvUCEt1DSnpEpgfmWcoCs8KaeFN4" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1769" data-original-width="2383" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi04dWq3uefEbf2NAs_pAi0dTXCbYtieHuORmKU8TL8JjYOB5h-Bb0tc4jx7KpeuDfifrcn9Pc_UyRbSB6l5i0-d-x5f2dOZ8BZNl8BBMfNHw00Zx8oFxgRmLOJQOz8YVu54JZYGsdg2Pq1WVAKOxNop4yI7vAbgvUCEt1DSnpEpgfmWcoCs8KaeFN4=w385-h288" width="385" /></a><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Queens of the past - Believed to be from left Eileen Holliday, possibly Mrs Winn, Mrs Barnes,Noreen Milnes, Rita ? Sheppard from White Horse <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><br /><br /><p></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461618996250470883.post-36993300548228217642022-04-28T23:52:00.000+01:002022-04-28T23:52:04.200+01:00Goole old bottles<p> I have just had a walk round the garden and not only is everything very dry but it is cold too. Definitely back to wearing a fleece weather. But the forecast promises sunshine this weekend so I live in hope.</p><p>On a historical front I seem to have been leaping from topic to topic. Last week I gave a talk to the Snaith and District Men's Association. I have been giving talks to this group for many years and was so pleased to see them again after a long Covid gap. I had put together a new presentation based on the book Puppets in Yorkshire by Walter Wilkinson and which took us on a journey from Thorne to Eastrington in 1930. The descriptions of this rural walk with his puppet theatre Walter wrote evoked a long gone age.</p><p>I am also busy updating a presentation on the history of Saltmarshe hall. It includes a longer section on the connections between Anne Lister aka Gentleman Jack and the Rawson family of Halifax. Philip Saltmarshe married Elizabeth Rawson and it was their son who built the present hall, with quite a lot of financial help from his Rawson family.</p><p>And finally I have been interested in a couple of queries about old bottles on the All about Goole facebook page. I have long been interested in collecting them and finding out about the stories behind the names</p><p>The first query was about a bottle embossed with the name Isaac Fawcett, Goole. I have a Fawcett and Carabine bottle and have managed to find out a little about the firm. I cannot find much about Isaac but in 1891 Thomas Henry Carabine with his family was living in Avenue House, Fourth Avenue and was a rag merchant. He probably built the house and warehouse and certainly later operated the mineral water business from no.1 Fourth Avenue. This is now the premises of Bridal Oasis.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPd-f_PoTjFd0NrBWVK6y7alQ4NOOMAQdqCCggY-kLAFKixCOEXTr0ymH8fnUsRPy0uinj9koca3pQPn5o8xDLa94EEnKeLVS_LdNvkhmQQrEXF1UJst-Rv35yJiaD7xTd0UHomz_DwQwI7XghSjIV7IaElM8kbW5UTpuFuc4zpSAjeStWbwn0hYG/s1656/fawcett%20bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1242" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPd-f_PoTjFd0NrBWVK6y7alQ4NOOMAQdqCCggY-kLAFKixCOEXTr0ymH8fnUsRPy0uinj9koca3pQPn5o8xDLa94EEnKeLVS_LdNvkhmQQrEXF1UJst-Rv35yJiaD7xTd0UHomz_DwQwI7XghSjIV7IaElM8kbW5UTpuFuc4zpSAjeStWbwn0hYG/s320/fawcett%20bottle.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Fawcett and Carabine went bankrupt in 1897 and everything was sold in January 1898. The business seems very well equipped and one wonders whether the Carabines bought the equipment back somehow</p><p>The sale included : <i>One Crossley's gas engine 2.h.p., with all fittings complete, and wood casing; soda machine, by Galloway, Bolton ; syphon filler, turnover machine., boiler and chimney, pump and fittings, Robert's patent filter, 2 wash tubs with syringes, pipes, and taps complete; gasometer, corking machine. 3 syrup pans (double cased), 2 good slate tanks and stand, main and other shafting, pulleys, carriages, and wall boxes, water tank to hold 1,704 gallons, bottle syphon and tray, slow combustion stove, syrup jars, syrup barrels, gantries, carboy and frame, 250 gross corks, about 296 Gross Pint, 4-Pint, Screw, Stone and other Bottles, about 1,500 Bottle Cases, 2 dozen syphon cases, 14 gross syphon, about 4 tons broken bottles, oak barrel, guards, armlets, gauntlets, brass. taps, scales and weights, various. essences, weighing machine, 2 mahogany doors., winch, etc.</i></p><p><i> Also six horses - chestnut mare (Gipsy) 5 years; bay horse (Tinker), 6 years; bay horse Charlie), 7 years; bay horse (Tom); bay mare (Kitty); bay horse (Tender). 2 strong lorries., spring cart, dog cart. pair dray lamps, pair gig lamps, corn bin, water tub, chopper, dray brake, ladder, bench and vice, stool, office chair, wood partition, nest of drawers, 1 set double harness, ditto silver mounted, 3 sets single harness, 2 collars, rope traces, forks, shovels, and stable utensils. </i></p><p>Mrs Ann Carabine took over the licence after the bankruptcy and Carabines continued in business for many years thereafter.</p><p>But in 1916 an advert appeared for the business -</p><p><i>Good Mineral Water Business to Let, excellent aerated water plant, artesian well, sanitary factory; good connection; owner called up; immediate possession. Apply Carabine and Co., Goole</i>.</p><p>There were three sons, one of whom, John was killed in the war. Thomas Henry died in 1929.</p><p>Several other Goole bottles were then pictured on the facebook post. One was an unusual Richard Ward of Aire Street bottle </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAp5uI5r2oZaKU_iLoJLmY3m1fmaiFDhx1ItExr8ddocTst4eumUgGc5uoBdKUIFo8lRaqbQsptG6FrX8YoyTaAcjf8FhUJL3va6NhRBCjHa_ANZML2Yw3zOR0YvlLFPyHfU_ISnrZyZ2K6tKdkFNL6xlpV281GB801S-X57VF-QHFmnGJij-EAwc/s1942/ward%20bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1942" data-original-width="889" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrAp5uI5r2oZaKU_iLoJLmY3m1fmaiFDhx1ItExr8ddocTst4eumUgGc5uoBdKUIFo8lRaqbQsptG6FrX8YoyTaAcjf8FhUJL3va6NhRBCjHa_ANZML2Yw3zOR0YvlLFPyHfU_ISnrZyZ2K6tKdkFNL6xlpV281GB801S-X57VF-QHFmnGJij-EAwc/s320/ward%20bottle.jpg" width="146" /></a></div><br /><p>Richard Ward who died in 1888 at the age of 45 was a wine and spirit merchant, licensed victualler and staunch Conservative. He laid the foundation stone for the new Conservative club in Carlisle street. At his death he was a member of the Goole Board of Guardians, the Goole School Board, and the Goole Burial Board. He was also a director of the Goole and Hull Steam Towing Company, Limited, and was interested in most of the local limited companies. He had only recently married and his widow Jane continued to live in their house in Burlington Crescent.</p><p>Another bottle was embossed with the name of John Law and the word Mackintoh [sic]. John/ Jack had the misfortune to be the subject of the first inquest to be held in the Macintosh in 1903 after he died there as a result of a fall.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3dw4UbL5k7hqoSwLno0k6NSBdlji7B3UgMot-w-qIH_h2Q7v8qpR8kpvYICOXF7WThPdDxM0Bi5n2pa1YYChg5aQsBKXqVKGCegS_JBlbTFaEL0DDzR6OW-T8de8SCemU4_ESPKUZ9TkoNYlxTCMyKGJZ64mzmPOdmsqau4MVJP7KZNRPyynGsWa/s1999/law%20bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1999" data-original-width="970" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3dw4UbL5k7hqoSwLno0k6NSBdlji7B3UgMot-w-qIH_h2Q7v8qpR8kpvYICOXF7WThPdDxM0Bi5n2pa1YYChg5aQsBKXqVKGCegS_JBlbTFaEL0DDzR6OW-T8de8SCemU4_ESPKUZ9TkoNYlxTCMyKGJZ64mzmPOdmsqau4MVJP7KZNRPyynGsWa/s320/law%20bottle.jpg" width="155" /></a></div><br /><p>And many people in the area have Short family bottles. Shorts' business was on the corner of First Avenue/ Pasture Road and was eventually taken over by Littlewoods. </p><p>John Short began business in Doyle street as a fish dealer. His son Edwin moved to the newly built premises on Pasture Road around 1887 and combined mineral water manufacturing with selling fruit and game.</p><p> An advert in the Goole Times of 1895 reads as follows:</p><p> <i>The drink of the season - Edwin Short's non alcoholic dandelion and sarsparilla porter. </i></p><p><i> April 16 1895. I hereby certify that I have submitted to a searching Chemical Analysis a sample of the Dandelion and Sarsaparilla Porter’ manufactured by EDWIN SHORT Goole and find that it has been, prepared solely from Materials of the highest quality. It has an agreeable and palatable flavour, is entirely free from mawkishneas, is bright and sparkling in appearance, and possesses, in pleasant form, important dietetic, tonic, and restorative properties. This is practically non-alcoholic in character, containing but an infinitesimal proportion of spirit and is absolutely free from anything of an undesirable or extraneous nature.</i></p><p><i>signed Granville H Sharpe, Analyst, late Principal of Liverpool College of Chemistry.” Manufactured solely by EDWIN SHORT, Red Cross Crated Water Manufacturer.</i></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwjcflj4nfHHNbf4nDSvZPnInwcWe5a3XgMTrnvg4Pt1TAVgD4mOwzZhTlpX-KidFrtYmwPdK8pzvGVg1-lbV5aXHVMiH3FINPF2e-1NcWcAnTr9anC97zkGFjJWmE0rnBzUG8g5actQycdL09AxSdHACBUCfG_-BwS8Vv_D5C7bGgfCkNCVUX0Q-/s1024/short%20billhead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="1024" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwjcflj4nfHHNbf4nDSvZPnInwcWe5a3XgMTrnvg4Pt1TAVgD4mOwzZhTlpX-KidFrtYmwPdK8pzvGVg1-lbV5aXHVMiH3FINPF2e-1NcWcAnTr9anC97zkGFjJWmE0rnBzUG8g5actQycdL09AxSdHACBUCfG_-BwS8Vv_D5C7bGgfCkNCVUX0Q-/s320/short%20billhead.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"><br /></div><i> </i> Edwin Short died in 1899 and his sons Walter and George then ran the business as Short bros.<p></p><p>And I think that there were several other mineral water manufacturers in Goole, as well of course as the North Street brewery.<br /><i> </i></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Butlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15510448382222785024noreply@blogger.com5