Sunday, 30 July 2017

More Human Life

In 1901 Charles Mackie collected together some of the most interesting articles published in The Norfolk Chronicle between 1801 and 1900 and published them in two books The Norfolk Annals vol I and II. We recently looked at a few choice items from Volume I which many readers seemed to enjoy, so now I'll treat you to another small selection, this time from Volume II.


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A pauper named John Rowland, who had had a remarkable career, died at Lynn Workhouse.  He was educated at Eton, and was afterwards a Fellow of King’s College, Cambridge.  Ordained deacon and priest by Bishop Horsley, he officiated at St. James’s, Westminster, and went out to St. Petersburg as chaplain to the Embassy.  Subsequently he either threw off his gown or had it taken from him, and became a blacksmith and coach-spring maker in Norfolk Street, Lynn.  He was apprehended, tried, and transported for stealing iron, the property of Mr. Bottomley, of South Gates, in that town.  At the expiration of his term of transportation he returned to Lynn, made a settlement in the town, and was for several years an inmate of the Workhouse.  He died at the advanced age of 78 years. May 4 1851

Mr. S. C. Marsh and Capt. Pearson (the retiring Mayor) were nominated for the Mayoralty of Yarmouth. The voting being equal, Capt. Pearson gave the casting-vote in his own favour, and declared himself duly elected. Nov 10 1851 

Died at Letheringsett, Johnson Jex, originally a blacksmith and afterwards a manufacturer of watches. He was born at Billingford in or about the year 1778.  After the death of his mother, in about 1830, he led a life of complete solitude, and became a scientific anchorite.  “The first watch ever constructed by Jex was made after he had settled at Letheringsett, for his friend the Rev. T. Munnings, of Gorgate Hall, near East Dereham.  Every part of this watch, including the silver face, and every tool employed in its construction, was of Jex’s own making.” Jan 5 1852 


A requisition, signed by one thousand persons, was presented to Mr. T. O. Springfield, soliciting him to offer himself as a candidate for the representation of Norwich.  Mr. Springfield declined the request, on the ground that Parliamentary duties would tend to the shortening of his life. Mar 2 1852 

A miraculous escape was recorded at Swaffham.  A drunken man named Edward Horsepool went into the yard of the Angel public-house, at three o’clock in the morning, with the intention of lying down in a shed.  By mistake he opened the door of the covering of a disused well, and stepping in, fell to the bottom, a depth of 117 feet.  A homeless man sleeping in the shed was awakened by the man’s cries, and gave an alarm.  Mr. William Laxon, collar maker, procured ropes, and Horsepool was rescued uninjured, after having been half an hour in 20 feet of water.  Jan 13 1853 

There were no prisoners in Lynn gaol.  To celebrate the unique circumstance the prison doors were thrown open, and the Mayor entertained the whole of the police force and borough officials to a dinner, served within the building. May 20 1853 

A servant girl, named Belinda Wilson, aged 18, was charged at the County Police Station, Norwich, with stealing, on January 3rd the sum of £90, in bank notes, the property of her master, Mr. William Claxton, farmer, of Stoke Holy Cross.  After taking the money, Wilson attired herself in the clothes of a manservant, and starting from Flordon railway station, proceeded to Edinburgh, where she had some difficulty in obtaining change, as English notes were not in general circulation there.  She obtained a new suit of clothes of sporting cut, and travelled from place to place “like a fast young man.”  At the end of January she was again in the Eastern Counties, and took up her abode at Yarmouth.  During a visit to Wombwell’s Menagerie, she was recognised by an old schoolfellow, through whom information was given to the police, who apprehended her at the Waterloo Tavern, St. Peter’s Road, where she was posing as “a lively-looking youth, and smoking a cigar.”  She gave the name of James Smith.  The prisoner was committed for trial, and at the Norfolk Quarter Sessions in March pleaded guilty, and was sentenced by Sir Willoughby Jones to two years’ imprisonment, with hard labour. Feb 4 1857

“Within the last few days a stone has been placed in the churchyard at East Dereham, in memory of Jean de Narde, a French prisoner of war, who, in the year 1796 while en route from Yarmouth to Norman Cross prison, was lodged in the lower chamber of the bell tower of the church, and escaped therefrom.  He was pursued by the guard, and, after some search, was espied in a tree on the Scarning Road, and when summoned by a soldier to descend and surrender he did not comply.  His non-compliance forfeited his life, for he was shot off it like a crow.  The stone was erected by the vicar and two other gentlemen.” Mar 6 1858

The Christmas pantomime at Norwich Theatre was written by Mr. J. B. Buckstone, and entitled, “The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood, or Harlequin and the Spiteful Ogress and the Seven Fairy Godmothers from the Realm of Golden Flowers"Dec 27 1858 

Died at Hempnall, John Holmes, aged 104.  “The deceased leaves behind him a son, Thomas, aged 87 years, and a grandson, aged 60 years, the latter himself being a great-grandfather, thus presenting the remarkable fact of a man living to witness the sixth generation, and to see his great-grandson become a grandfather.” Mar 25 1858 



Charles Dickens gave a reading, at St. Andrew’s Hall, of the “Christmas Carol” and the trial scene from “The Pickwick Papers”.  “The reception of Mr. Dickens was cordial and enthusiastic.  His voice was far from powerful, but he had remarkable expression and the power of exhibiting this in face as well as in voice.  As a pecuniary speculation, it must have been highly profitable to Mr. Dickens.” Oct 11 1859  



A terrible gale raged throughout the country.  Great damage was done to buildings, trees were uprooted, and “locomotion was extremely difficult and laborious, and, indeed, quite out of the question to those of the fair sex whose fashionable expanded dresses, assuming the properties of parachutes, compelled them to undertake a species of aerial voyage for a distance of a few yards.” Feb 28 1860 


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Saturday, 22 July 2017

Bejewelled

As you may know, I've been caring for my 87-year-old mother in recent months. And I've also been looking after the garden, though it has to take second place to Mum's needs. At the moment the garden is a garish clash of bright colour, interspersed with rather more weeds than you might guess from the photos below. It would be nice to say that I've intentionally selected these showy plants with regard for my mother's failing eyesight. But alas that is not the case; it just kinda happened that way.....



These lovely lilies were grown by my brother Les. They grow in pots either side of the garden shed, beautifying the rather shabby woodwork for a few days each year.



Montbretia and Lavender growing together and setting up a dazzling colour-contrast. The Montbretia corms came originally from the house the family lived in over fifty years ago. Apart from being dug up and moved about the garden they've had no special care for all that time. Insinuating themselves amongst the lavender was entirely their own idea.



Dahlias: a burst of Mexican sunshine in the English garden. 




The Alexander Rose, bought by my father when our good friends and neighbours became the proud parents of baby Alex. The bush has grown rather tall and leggy over time, as indeed has young Alex who recently qualified as a doctor.



There's a large lavender plant whose scent makes an evening wander in the garden so addictive at this time of year. The bees are rather fond of it too.



My mother's favourite "pom-pom" dahlias are yet to really come to their peak and there are just a few blooms on them at present.



I've always been secretly fond of Petunias. If you can forget that they usually inhabit hanging baskets outside pubs and seaside hotels then you can start to appreciate them as cheerful flowers which go on blooming for most of the summer - if you remember to dead-head them regularly.



I've had this Dahlia for a few years now but the flower-heads have never had such a ragged, unkempt appearance as they have this year. Its bedraggled, early morning look makes me smile every time I see it.



Salmon-pink Pelargoniums. Recently our winters have been so mild that some of these have survived the winter outdoors, having been forgotten about the previous autumn.



About forty years ago my mother took it into her head that the garden needed some Hollyhocks and badgered my father relentlessly to grow some. Dad said very little about it and the idea was forgotten - till the next summer. Then Mum began the campaign again and eventually returned home with some seed. Father led her patiently into the garden and pointed out the big clusters of green leaves that were just beginning to send up their first flower spikes - the Hollyhocks he'd been growing since she first mentioned them!



Lavender and Petunias getting mixed up; I always underestimate just how far about the Lavender will spread itself.



My brother had a spell of huge enthusiasm for hardy Fuchsias and grew several different varieties. So many in fact that they rather outgrew his own little plot and stated to take over my parents garden too. And the delicate little ballerinas above are some of the survivors from that time. They're a lot tougher than they look!



It's always nice to see some insects in the garden, even common Greenbottles, seen here to advantage on the rich purple, velvety petals of this Petunia.



And finally some Runner Bean flowers in the vegetable garden. I understand that people grew these for their flowers at one time, long before anyone thought about eating them.


Take care.



Saturday, 15 July 2017

Cambridge According To Conybeare

We first heard about Rev Conybeare when I visited Barrington church back in 2012 though I already knew his name from another context. I eventually remembered that he was the author of an old history of Cambridgeshire, oft quoted as a reference by later books, though I'd never blown the dust off the dear Reverend's august tome to read his words for myself. Still haven't. Though I did recently come across his Highways and Byways of Cambridgeshire, published in 1910, and it turned out to be surprisingly readable (in parts!). 

He's particularly good at coming up with interesting stories from the old days of the University. Here are some tales of varying degrees of truthfulness connected with some of the colleges we've visited on this blog.


Dr Perne from Peterhouse


Dr Andrew Perne was Master of Peterhouse from 1554 till his death some 35 years later, a remarkable achievement in those turbulent years when Catholics and Protestants were constantly at each other's throats. Many lost their posts and people were losing their lives as a result of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Dr Perne however showed amazing versatility in his convictions. So much so that the Catholic Dr Perne preached the sermon when the bodies of the Protestants, Bucer and Fagius, were dug up and burned at the stake. When the decision was reversed and the pair were "rehabilitated" just three years later, it was Dr Perne, the Protestant, in the pulpit. 

Although none of this was of much concern to Bucer and Fagius, others within the University had great fun making jokes at Perne's expense. So that when he made a gift to the college of a weather-vane bearing his initials, A P, his critics said that it stood for A Papist or A Protestant, depending on which way the wind was blowing!


Fearful In Pembroke


Until the nineteenth century the colleges of the University, apart from Trinity and St John's, were very small indeed. But there was then a rapid expansion with more and more subjects added. Despite this in 1858 Pembroke College had just one new student. And he soon fled to Caius College. He was, according to Rev Conybeare, "afraid of being divided into sections by the authorities, to satisfy the demands of the Mathematical, Classical, and Philosophical lecturers provided by the College".


Parker Sticks His Nose In


Corpus Christi College has many pleasant buildings but probably no great masterpieces of architecture. It does however have a library. The Parker Library. A library which contains priceless ancient manuscripts including the 6th-century Gospels of St Augustine and the oldest copy of the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle.

These documents, along with many others, were plundered from the nearly 900 monasteries which Henry VIII dissolved between 1536 and 1541. Henry had no use for these books and was happy to see them used as waste paper. However Matthew Parker, the first Protestant archbishop, saw them as being vital to the founding of the Anglican Church and saved them for posterity, depositing them in his old college, Corpus Christi, where they can be seen to this day.

By a cunning clause in Parker's will, if a certain number of manuscripts were to go missing while in the care of the college, then the whole library was to be transferred to Caius College and thence to Trinity Hall, should a similar loss take place. The latter two colleges have the right to inspect the library every year to check the completeness of the library and indeed these annual inspections are still carried out, though as yet no books have been found to be missing.

Although Parker had a reputation for being a meddlesome busybody, there is sadly no firm evidence that the expression Nosy Parker derives from his inquisitive character.


A Noisy Ghost



Corpus Christi also has a reputation for being haunted, a notoriety largely based on unexplained noises heard during the night. (I've lived in student accommodation so this doesn't surprise me in the slightest!) 

The ghost is either 
        - the seventeen-year-old daughter of Dr Spenser (Master from 1667 to 1693) who died of fright having been discovered during what Rev Conybeare daintily describes as a "clandestine interview" with her undergraduate lover.... 
      - or it may be the lover himself who accidentally became locked in a cupboard while trying to hide....
         - or else a student from King's who, not wanting to haunt his own college, had the foresight to come over to Corpus Christi before doing away with himself.



The Early Days Of Student Protest



Trinity College has a splendid chapel, but you can have too much of a good thing. And when the Senior Fellows decreed in 1838 that all undergraduates must attend Chapel twice on Sundays and at least once on every other day of the week it was enough to spark a small rebellion. The method chosen was simple but effective. 

The Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Students was formed and this secret body published league tables showing the Chapel attendance records of the Senior Fellows themselves. To their shame many were shown to be but irregular worshippers! At the end of the term the Society cheekily presented a Bible as a prize to Dr Perry, the Fellow with the best attendance. He went on to become the Bishop of Melbourne and cherished his prize for the rest of his days.

The members of the Society were eventually identified, but escaped punishment by agreeing to cease the publication of their lists.



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Sunday, 2 July 2017

All Human Life

In 1901 Charles Mackie collected together the most interesting articles published in The Norfolk Chronicle between 1801 and 1900 and published them in two books The Norfolk Annals vol I and II. They are now Public Domain and can be found free to peruse on line. They make fascinating reading to anyone interested in the history of East Anglia. So here are a few extracts from the first 10 years of the nineteenth century......

“To be seen alive in a genteel room at Mr. Peck’s Coffee-house, Church Stile, Market-place, Norwich, the largest Rattlesnake ever seen in England, 42 years old, near nine feet long, in full health and vigour.  He is well secured, so that Ladies and Gentlemen may view him without the least danger.  He has not taken any sustenance for the last 11 months.  Admittance, Ladies and Gentlemen, 1s.; working people and children, 6d.” April 11 1801 

 “Died, lately, at Strawberry Hill, near Collumpton, Devonshire, aged 78, the Earl of Montrath, of Weeting Hall.   His invariable dread of small-pox occasioned his lordship to lead absolutely the life of a recluse.  His terror was so great that he had five houses between his seat at Weeting and his house in Devonshire, to prevent the chance of infection, and at these houses small establishments were kept up, as he dared not sleep in an inn.” Mar 20 1802

Three gentlemen, for a considerable wager, undertook to walk blindfolded from Post Office Court to the great doors of St. Peter Mancroft Church, Norwich, in 15 minutes.  “Two of them performed it in less than the given time, much to the satisfaction of the spectators, but the other unfortunate gentleman bent his course rapidly for the Upper Market, and found himself at the expiration of the time at the great doors of St. Andrew’s Hall.” Oct 18 1802


“Lately, was married at Ranworth, Wm. Brown, aged 80, to Elizabeth Gunton, aged 63.  The bridegroom had had three wives, the bride three husbands, and the bridegroom’s daughter, who attended this wedding, had also had three husbands.”    May 7 1803

David Graham was convicted, before the Rev. J. Oldershaw, for driving cattle on Sunday at Harleston, and under the Act of Charles I. paid a penalty of 20 shillings. Nov 27 1804

“Died lately at Bristol Hot Wells, where she had gone for the recovery of her health, the Countess of Leicester.” Feb 13 1802

“At Diss, a number of labourers in husbandry refused to work for the customary wages, and being out of employment applied to the magistrates, who advised the parish officers to put them to work, which they accordingly did.  Their business was to carry bricks in a hod from Palgrave to Diss, a distance of two miles.  This medicine had the desired effect, for after two days they returned to their former employment.” July 27 1805

A woman, who had eloped from her home in Kent with a horse dealer, was found by her husband in a house in St. Peter Mancroft, Norwich.  She refused to return to him.  The dealer offered to buy the woman for £5, and her husband, agreeing, placed a halter round her neck, and surrendered all right and title to her for the sum named. Feb 9 1805

Died, aged 60, Elizabeth Clayton, of Wells-next-the-Sea.  “This woman, from an early propensity for masculine employments, had worked as a ship’s carpenter at the dockyard of the above port upwards of 40 years, and always in man’s apparel.  She used to drink, chew tobacco, and keep company only with workmen, yet would never enter into the matrimonial state.  She was a strong robust woman, and never permitted anyone to insult her with impunity.” Mar 4 1805


  “To be seen alive (from Mr. Kendrick’s menagerie, 42, Piccadilly), in a commodious room at Mr. Peck’s, the Church Stile, in the Market Place, Norwich, a most surprising crocodile from the Nile ever seen in this kingdom.  He is so remarkably tame that any lady or gentleman may touch him with safety.” Aug 9 1806



A woman, named Mary Hudson, aged 35, escaped from Norwich City Gaol under extraordinary circumstances.  She made a hole through the wall of the room in which she was confined, and crept through it into the street, taking her six months old infant with her.  The wall was two feet in thickness, and she must have been employed some nights in making the aperture.  The bricks were concealed beneath her bed, and the loose rubbish put into the pillowcase.  Another bed served to conceal the hole in the wall. Nov 9 1808

 At this date was published the statement “Norfolk grows the finest barley, and makes the worst ale of any county in the kingdom.” Aug 7 1813

 “There is now living at Oxburgh, in this county, William Durrant, a gardener, who yearly eats 1,095 red herrings, chews 18 lbs. of tobacco, and, to give his nose pleasure, takes 365 ozs. of snuff.  The total sum of tobacco, snuff, and red herrings is £13 18s. 10d.” March 3 1810

 At a meeting of the Trafalgar Lodge of Oddfellows, held at the Three Tuns, St. Andrew’s, Norwich, the floor of the upper room gave way and precipitated the members into a lower apartment.  No one was injured.  The meeting, at the time of the accident, had under discussion the question of the desirability of removing the lodge to other quarters. Dec 10 1811

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Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Red, White And Green

As I wrote in my last post about the Fellows' Garden at Trinity College, there were other impressive flower beds to be seen throughout the site. The colourful display below could be seen alongside the path which leads from Queens Road to Trinity Bridge and on to the college itself. And it could all be seen for free by anyone caring to wander that way. You will notice that things can get rather crowded down by the river on fine days. There's not much else to be said - just let three simple colours talk for themselves....


























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Monday, 10 April 2017

Trinity College, Fellows' Garden


Cambridge is a city of parks, gardens and green spaces, many of which are open to the public for most, if not all, of the year. But not this one. The Fellows' Garden at Trinity College is only accessible to uneducated peasants like me occasionally; like on Sunday when for a small charge (which goes to charity anyway) I could wander unimpeded through this little bit of paradise.


Perhaps I ought to explain who these Fellows are. They are the senior members of the college who, under the leadership of the Master of the College, run the whole caboodle. They also include some long-serving retired professors - presumably no one wants the job of telling them that their services are no longer required. Along with their many responsibilities come certain privileges: the honour of dining at the top table in the college hall,  a room within the college and the right to wander about in the Fellows' Garden (though nowadays access to the garden is extended to others at Trinity).



In 1871 Trinity bought this plot of land, which had previously been an old arable field, from the University and had a garden laid out by William Brodick Thomas, who also worked on Sandringham House and Buckingham Palace. From then on the development of the garden has been in the hands of the many great men (and recently great women too) who, besides their academic studies, had an interest in gardening.


The philosopher, Ludwig Wittgenstein, found time to write a twelve-page letter of advice about the gardens which included his belief that "tulips of all contradicting colours...look gaudy and vulgar". He wouldn't have cared for the bed photographed above!


Wittgenstein also troubled his enormous intellect with the course of the paths which the gardener cut through the wildflower meadow. He did not merely criticise however but laid out what he thought was a more pleasing scheme, which is followed by the paths to this day. 


A E Housman, who is best remembered as a poet, also took a great interest in the garden when he was not writing authoritative works on Latin texts. 


Others were more like F J Simpson, who started off as one of the leading scholars of his day but, having done enough to get himself installed in this great seat of learning, spent the rest of his life wandering around the gardens pruning the roses.


The garden has a path running around its periphery which gives the area its informal name of The Roundabout and was designed for these great men to engage in thoughtful perambulation while refining their ideas and theories. One can't help but wonder how many world-changing inventions and insights were formulated beneath these leafy boughs.


At about this stage of the afternoon my own mind was formulating a vision of tea and cakes. Fortunately my needs had been foreseen by the local Girl Guide unit who were on hand to administer the required sustenance at very reasonable prices.


The gardens seem to be open at around this time every year as part of the National Garden Scheme. Details are published online on the NGS site, which also gives details of all other gardens open under the scheme throughout the year - a useful resource for anyone with an interest in gardens. You may need to know that the Fellows' Garden is on the opposite side of Queens' Road to the College. Though there are some remarkable plantings there too. I'll show you some in my next post.


My brother and my mother complained that I only showed their back view when we went to Thriplow to look at the daffodils recently. So here they are in glorious full-frontal view - my mum Flo and my brother Les.



Take care.



Monday, 27 March 2017

Barrett Browning, Snowboard and Rip Van Winkle







On Sunday afternoon I went for a stroll with my brother and my mother around Thriplow in Cambridgeshire to view some of the thousands of daffodils that line the village roads. We could have gone the week before and joined the crowds at the Thriplow Daffodil Weekend, but the miserable weather dampened our enthusiasm. Though the craft stalls, music and morris dancers are no longer there, the daffodils are still putting on a show. In fact access is a lot easier without the jostling crowds (especially for wheelchair users like Mum).


Some people wonder how they always manage to plan the daffodil weekend to coincide with a fine display of daffs. Probably it's because they have so many kinds and they don't all flower at the same time. And Barrett Browning, Snowboard and Rip Van Winkle are just three varieties which have been added recently and had small signs to enlighten uneducated visitors like myself. For the record Barrett Browning is photo 3, Rip Van Winkle is number 6, while Snowboard is the eighth picture from the top.


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