A Viking in the Family: And Other Family Tree Tales

A Viking in the Family: And Other Family Tree Tales

by Keith Gregson
A Viking in the Family: And Other Family Tree Tales

A Viking in the Family: And Other Family Tree Tales

by Keith Gregson

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Genealogist Keith Gregson takes the reader on a whistle-stop tour of quirky family stories and strange ancestors rooted out by amateur and professional family historians. Each lively entry tells the story behind each discovery and then offers a brief insight into how the researcher found and then followed up their leads, revealing a range of chance encounters and the detective qualities required of a family historian. For example, one researcher discovered that his great-great-grandfather, as a child, was carried across the main street of West Hartlepool on the back of the famous tightrope walker Blondin. The Victorian newspaper report said that the rope had been tied between two chimney pots. Research into the author's own family revealed that one of his nineteenth-century ancestors lost his leg in a Midlands coal-mining accident, and that the amputated leg was buried in the local cemetery – to be joined by the rest of him on his final demise. A Viking in the Family is full of similar unexpected discoveries in the branches of family trees.


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ISBN-13: 9780752466965
Publisher: The History Press
Publication date: 09/30/2011
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: eBook
Pages: 192
File size: 5 MB
Age Range: 18 Years

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A Viking in the Family

And Other Family Tree Tales


By Keith Gregson

The History Press

Copyright © 2011 Keith Gregson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7524-6696-5



CHAPTER 1

A 1718 Shopping List by Keith Gregson


'So what?', you may justifiably observe. The diaries and journals of the good and great of our land may well record similar events; and there are instances of such records stretching back to Roman times and to places such as the vicus at Vindolanda, Hadrian's Wall, in the far north of England. What makes this discovery special is that the ancestor was not one of the 'good and great' but an illiterate agricultural worker from Cornwall. This must make the survival of a record of his shopping trip all the more remarkable.

The ancestor was Laurence Hendy – my great-grandfather to the power of eleven. The family's Cornish branch, a quarter of my personal bloodline, moved to Cumberland with the nineteenth-century decline of the metal mines in south-west England. Prior to this they had lived and worked in Devon and Cornwall since the commencement of the most commonly recognised genealogical records. There is a family Bible, details of which helped me to trace the Cornish branch back to the village of St Ewe near St Austell in the late eighteenth century. Civil and parish records confirm the accuracy of the family details written in the front of this Bible; and the excellent local registers of baptisms, marriages and burials further enable the line to be traced right back to the reign of Henry VIII. Laurence Hendy (married in 1692 and fathering children shortly thereafter) was one along this line.

Today, the village of St Ewe is famous for its 'Lost' Gardens of Heligan, developed in the Victorian period by the Tremayne family. The Tremaynes had been members of St Ewe's squirearchy long before this time, and family records can be found in Truro Record Office. Particularly interesting is a long run of journals written by Squire Lewis Tremayne in the early part of the eighteenth century. These are not diaries dealing with life at the top table, but day-to-day jottings and accounts relating to the running of the estate – and, although a mere farm labourer, Laurence Hendy turns up in these on numerous occasions. Reading between the lines, these journals reveal he was a head labourer of sorts – a kind of trusty, or possibly an early example of what was later to become known as a farm bailiff.

As luck would have it, there was only one Laurence Hendy in the parish at that time, making certain that my ancestor was the one appearing regularly on the squire's monthly lists. It is recorded that he was paid both in money and in kind (i.e. hay and wheat), and there are also references to rent paid by him to the squire for a cottage known as Spry's House.

For those with ancestors labelled merely 'farm labourer' or 'farm worker' in parish records, extra details such as these may be considered a godsend – but the best was yet to come in tracing Hendy. Tremayne was an inveterate page marker and used any scrap of paper to hand to mark pages he considered relevant. As some of these scraps contained writing they were worth investigating further, and one dated 19 January 1718 really came up trumps:

Janauary [sic] the 19 sent by Larans Hendy for Esq Tremaine

2 loafs of suggar the best sort waid [sic] 7 pound wanting 2 ounces at 1-2 [?]

One lofe [sic] waide 4=10 at 10 [?] – The whole [?] Carry to [?] 8-11=0

Sent you formerly by your man one punchbowl – 0-2-0 [?]

Recd of Larnso Hendo in full of all all [sic] by me Walter Eva


Clearly Laurence Hendy (twice mentioned in the note) had been sent to the shop for some sugar, a loaf of bread and a punchbowl. The shopkeeper had merely noted the cost for the benefit of the squire who had sent him.

Thanks to a happy accident, my family now know exactly what one particular, ordinary ancestor was doing on a certain day nearly 300 years ago – a knowledge to which few family historians are privilege.


The Tale behind the Tale

Although Laurence turns up in the family line a long way back, he appears to be the right man as a result of the happy coming together of information from a fairly run-of-the-mill set of genealogical written sources. The starting point was the family Bible cross-referenced into birth, death and marriage certificates; census returns; parish registers; and gravestones in the churchyard at St Ewe. As the parish was a small and tightly knit one, and Cornwall (almost notoriously) toed the line when it came to keeping parochial records, the line back from the Bible to Laurence is also likely to be accurate. (The first person mentioned in the family Bible was born around 1770.)

It is surprising how many journals, diaries and suchlike records have survived and can be discovered and consulted in archives around the country. This is especially true of English parishes and it makes the scouring of all records relating to ancestral parishes a worthwhile part of genealogical research – and not just the 'traditional' parish records alone. By chance, another direct male ancestor turned up in the journals, too – David Varcoe, the village carpenter. As overseer of the poor, ratepayer and churchwarden he was also mentioned in other parish records.

It is interesting to note how Latin was still an integral part of the English language in the early eighteenth century. In his note, the shopkeeper uses the Latin ablative term for Laurence's name, Larnso Hendo, which means 'by, with or from' Laurence Hendy.

In the twenty-first century shopping trips may still necessitate handwritten shopping lists. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred these will end up in a waste bin. The same must have applied in the eighteenth century, making the survival of Squire Tremayne's list a rarity to treasure.

CHAPTER 2

The Lambourn Arsonist by Dennis Knight


I am now 64 years old and when I was young my mother often spoke of a relative who was hanged for the crime of arson. As is often the case, I didn't take the opportunity to question her about it, and it was only after her death that I discovered a postcard showing a photograph of the gravestone of one John Carter. This postcard is still in my possession and informs me that the gravestone is in the churchyard at Lambourn. The inscription on the stone was as follows:

Here lies the body of John Carter of this Parish, labourer, who in defiance of the laws of god and man wilfully and maliciously set fire in two places to the town of Lamborne on the 19th day of Nov. 1832 and was executed at Reading in the 30th year of his age on the 16th day of March 1833 having desired that his body might be interred here as a warning to his companions and others who may hereafter read this memorial of his untimely end. The wages of sin is death. Repent!


His crime was to set fire to a pub and other buildings in the centre of Lambourn. This resulted not only in the devastation of several buildings, but also in the death of horses in stables, which were burnt at the same time. He apparently did it for no other reason than excitement and was quoted, prior to the fire, as saying: 'I don't think there will be better times at Lambourn till there is a good fire.'

He had been married only a year and was father to two young children. Described as a poorly educated farm labourer, he is also reputed to have been the last man hanged for the crime of arson. Reports of the trial from the Reading Mercury and the Berkshire Chronicle are lengthy and detailed, with graphic descriptions of the sentence and Carter's reaction to it. These papers also record his reliance on faith and repentance to sustain him, as well as his last meetings with his family. A crowd of 5,000 watched the hanging, which took place on top of the county gaol. Interestingly, one of the papers expressed disgust at the number of females present, which they estimated at two-thirds of the crowd.

The story also has another remarkable twist. Involved in John Carter's crime were three other associates of his who had, in various ways, been complicit in the planning of the fires. Through various ruses, unlike Carter, they had managed to gain acquittals from all charges. However, on the day before the hanging, effigies of these men (Chivers, Winkworth and Rider) were tied to a horse-drawn cart with the driver dressed as 'Jack Ketch' (the notorious public hangman) and driven to the market place in the centre of Lambourn. Aggrieved villagers carried out a mock trial and found the three guilty alongside John Carter, and the effigies were ceremoniously hanged and burnt. The paper records that the market place was 'crammed' with people.


The Tale behind the Tale

Dennis Knight is a lucky man as it is fashionable to have black sheep in the family. Indeed, many are the members of the Anglo/Scottish border Armstrong and Elliott clans who claim proudly that a number of their ancestors were 'hanged for cattle rustling'. (And then, in the Armstrongs' case, claim that they also produced the first man to walk on the moon and, in George Armstrong Custer, one of the most headstrong daredevils in history.)

Dennis' case study is a fascinating one. Clearly, like many of us, he wishes he had made more use of the memories of family when they were alive. He discovered that the case was a notable one by approaching the history expert at the Reading Local Studies Library. As a result, he was also pointed in the direction of the newspaper accounts of the trial and hanging, as well as details of the mock trial and 'execution' of the other three culprits. More was gleaned through approaching officials at Reading Gaol – a move through which Dennis became aware of a later John Carter and the possibility of yet another notorious criminal in the family. His original contribution goes into much more detail than we are able to publish here.

CHAPTER 3

A True Gentleman by Carol Appleyard


Gibson Kirk was my grandfather. I knew him as Granda Gib. He died a week before I was 10 and I still think of him often with a tear in my eye. He was kind, patient and funny and never had a bad word to say about anyone. He would sit with us on his knees telling stories and jokes, and playing games with us. Some, like 'buzz – knack', he invented for us himself. Here he would wave a brush over the back of our hands and make a buzzing sound. We had to guess when he would stop and get our hands out of the way before the brush hit our hands and 'knacked' – local parlance for 'really hurt'! What I never realised was that my grandfather lived his life in constant pain.

Gibson and his twin sister, Sarah Jane, were born in 1902 – the youngest of nine children. He left school at the age of 14 to take up employment at Hylton Colliery close to the River Wear. At 21, he had to come up from the pit after developing an eye disease common to miners, called Nystagmus. This resulted in uncontrolled eye movements and intolerance to both extreme light and dark, and some colours. This was caused by prolonged work in the dark shafts of the pit.

His daughter Norma also told me that, as a child, he developed recurring pleurisy and was thus prone to problems with his chest. She remembered being asked to wake him up for work. He had a hacking cough and she would watch carefully to see if he was breathing. So severe was the cough that, to her young mind, it could have seen him off at any time. It took Granda two years to recover from the acute stage of this disease.

Eventually he was set to work looking after the bicycle sheds at the pit. Norma recalls taking his 'bait' (lunch box) to him. His little room by the shed was always a whirl of smoke and dust. The floor was layered with fine particles of coal and the big open fire spewed smoke into the air when the draught from the open half-door caught it. Gibson also liked a 'tab' (cigarette) and the combination of all three would make the air 'so thick you could cut it with a knife'. Norma was sure that this contributed to his chest problems.

In time, Gibson was given the opportunity of moving to the pit's medical room and, after training, spent the remainder of his working life as a medical attendant at the pit head. With deteriorating health came extremely painful legs, so much so that his wife Ruth made him light trousers out of sheeting as he couldn't bear the weight of regular trousers on his legs. His colleague, Keith Hall, informed me that he would often go into the medical room to find Granda with his trousers around his ankles and saying: 'Keith, I just canna bear the pain, lad.' At home, according to family members, he would spend time sitting by his coal fire, spitting what came up into its flames.

Granda retired from the colliery in 1967 due to his failing health, and passed away at the local General Hospital in December 1969. His death certificate states that he died of bronchopneumonia and heart problems. As with others who had worked at the pits, no reference was made to his more long-term lung condition.

Keith Hall said he was 'honoured' to have been asked by the family to be a pall-bearer at his funeral, and gave me this description of Gibson that sums him up perfectly: 'He was a true gentleman.'

As a young girl, I didn't know about the pain he suffered in his legs, and as he sat with us on his knees telling stories and jokes, it must have been agony for him. I will always carry in memory his face surrounded by a shock of white hair and the sound of his gentle voice in my ears.


The Tale behind the Tale

Carol Appleyard's sensitive memoir of her grandfather is a lovely piece of writing and something that her family should treasure and pass on. It points to the hardships and poor health resulting from inadequate working conditions. At the same time, she has the courage to add that smoking had not helped the cause and it is noteworthy that Granda Gib's death occurred at a time when reports were starting to point out the dangers of tobacco. The use of the word 'tab' for a cigarette goes back to the early twentieth century and the introduction of a smaller, cheaper brand actually named 'Tabs'.

CHAPTER 4

Attending a Wedding from Beyond the Grave by Keith Gregson


A giant hand-coloured photograph was discovered at the back of my grandparents' pantry when the house was being cleared after grandmother's death in the 1970s. It was immediately recognised as being taken at great-grandfather's wedding at Barrow in Furness (formerly Lancashire, now part of Cumbria) in the 1890s. 'There's something strange about it', a family member noted at the time. It now hangs in the family home and the mystery has been solved – a mystery that tells us much about the way in which the Victorians looked at life and death.

There are six people in the photograph. The groom, George Gregson (b. 1870 in Preston, Lancashire), is the only one from his side of the family represented. His father had died not long before and his mother many years previously. He had then gone to lodge with the family of his bride, Ann, and was in fact her father's apprentice in the boiler works at the local shipyard. The bride's father is in the photograph, in addition to his other two daughters. The one sitting down was blind as the result of a childhood illness. The lady on the left, looking remarkably ancient for her forty-nine years on earth, is the girls' mother: she had every right to look ill at ease as she had died six months prior to the wedding!

Although those who see the picture eventually note that there is something dramatically wrong with it, this is not self-evident at first glance and the oddities need pointing out. Both the youngest of the girls and their mother are way out of proportion in comparison to the other four in the photograph. If these were their true heights, the 13-year-old youngster would be head and shoulders taller than the rest.

The only daughter of the youngest girl in the photograph knew the full story, and not long after its rediscovery she wrote it down in vivid detail. The picture is, in essence, a composite of three separate photographs. The actual wedding photograph was of the four people on the right of the picture. The two other photographs were earlier individual studio photographs. The youngster's hat has been added on as an afterthought and sits on her head awkwardly like a heavy textbook often used by young Victorian ladies to improve their posture. As the youngster's daughter pointed out, her then 13-year-old mother had not been allowed to attend the wedding as she was still considered to be in mourning for the loss of her own mother.

The youngest in the photograph lived a long and fairly happy life. Not so the others. Both bride and groom died in their 30s – the groom of cancer of the tongue (put down to chain-smoking a pipe) and the bride of organ failure (put down to drink). Drink is said to have seen the end of the bride's father, too – just before his daughter the bride's death. He apparently hit the bottle after losing his job. The daughter Mary, who was blind, was a great trouper. She was active in guiding and taught the piano. She taught my own father to play and he became an excellent honky-tonk pianist. Fiercely independent, she lived on her own and died alone after a fall down the stairs. Her body lay undiscovered for days.


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Table of Contents

Contents

Title,
Preface,
Introduction,
1 A 1718 Shopping List,
2 The Lambourn Arsonist,
3 A True Gentleman,
4 Attending a Wedding from Beyond the Grave,
5 The Voice of Mickey Mouse,
6 Adultery, Incest and Subterfuge,
7 A Telegram for Admiral Togo,
8 An Obsession with Drink,
9 Quite a Sailor,
10 A Jack the Ripper Suspect,
11 Trouble with Runaways,
12 A Hero at Britain's Worst Rail Disaster,
13 DNA Tests Showing Viking Blood,
14 Buried with an Amputated Leg,
15 The Voice of an Island,
16 Nearly Shot by a Vicar,
17 A Secret Second Family in Australia,
18 How a Boer Sniper Just Missed,
19 Frozen to Death on the Northumbrian Moors, Part I,
20 Frozen to Death on the Northumbrian Moors, Part II,
21 Making Queen Victoria Laugh,
22 At Home in Trafalgar Square,
23 The Parliamentary Pension Con,
24 A Mare called Crow,
25 Mentioned in Michael Faraday's Will,
26 A Father's Old Clock,
27 The Napoleonic War Hero,
28 Drowned in the Hougli River,
29 Good Looks Down the Line,
30 The Great Grenadier,
31 A Nineteenth-Century Cyrano de Bergerac,
32 A Piano Player in the Family,
33 Fighting at the Battle of Trafalgar,
34 A Cottage for Life,
35 Hanged for Being a Quaker,
36 The Anchorman in a Human Pyramid,
37 An Honorary Freeman of London,
38 The Rag Sorter at a Welsh Paper Mill,
39 A Celebrity in Otago,
40 A Long Line of Cooks,
41 Removed Under the Laws of Settlement,
42 The Jumble Sale Journal Discoveries,
43 Census Fame,
44 Sleeping Through a Trench Raid,
45 A Coram Boy,
46 Present at Napoleon's Death,
47 The Ancestral Recipe Book,
How to Find Your Own Interesting Ancestors,
Copyright,

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