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Re; The Strelley Family ,Oakerthorpe. Gertrude Rees Lewis.(?). |
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Written by David Lewis.
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Wednesday, 04 August 2010 15:02 |
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Re; The Strelley Family ,Oakerthorpe. Gertrude Rees Lewis.(?).
Whilst I do not wish in any way to malign your well researched article on the Strelley family I need to correct some details regarding Gertrude Rees Lewis, the Welsh connection. Gertrude’s correct name was Sarah Jane Gertrude Lewis. She was the only child of Rees & Emily Lewis. Rees was one of three sons and seven daughters of Edmund & Sarah Lewis. Rees’ other brothers were Lewis and Thomas, more about which shortly. Edmund held title to the Drysiog Estate in Ebbw Vale, South Wales, a small Welsh Estate which was predominantly Agricultural. Upon the discovery and development of the Iron Ore industry in the area in the 19th century there was a shortage of licensed premises in Ebbw Vale due in no small part to most of the town being owned by Lord Llanover,(formerly Sir Benjamin Hall, the man responsible for the erection of the clock, Big Ben, on the Palace of Westminster). Lady Llanover, was anti drink and even to-day there are no licensed premises on the town’s High Street which still fall within the ownership of the Llanover Estate. The Lewis family recognised this ’gap in the market,’ and set about creating leases and had properties built on the Drysiog to accommodate the workers but more importantly ,to quench the enormous thirst developed by them ,many of the properties became one room Ale Houses ,latterly some became proper Public Houses and at least one is still trading to-day.
Now to return to Sarah. Family Folk Lore is that Sarah was in love with a first cousin, Edmund Roger Lewis the son of Lewis Lewis, a brother to her Father, Rees. Owing to the close blood relationship the family discouraged marriage and Edmund Roger ultimately married some one else and as is known Sarah married Richard Charles Strelley. It is assumed that they may have met perhaps when Strelley visited the area in connection with Coal Mining activities which of course at that time were predominant.
I cannot challenge the theory that Sarah contributed to the ultimate bankcruptcy of the Strelley’s but certainly she was quite a wealthy woman in her own right.In those times I imagine she would have had a difficult time keeping any of her own money from her husband. Having inherited a 1/3 share of the Drysiog Estate on the demise of her father,Rees,she latterly used the old Drysiog farm as a summer residence. Whether she was using Strelley money or her own is not known but in 1895 she donated a peal of six bells to her former local church, Bedwellty, one of the oldest and most striking churches in Monmouthshire. The Bells are variously inscribed to the memory of her parents and were cast by the firm of John Taylor & Sons of Loughborough, a leading bell maker.
Some years ago I had a conversation with a Strelley descendent who informed me that Richard Strelley did not treat his wife particularly well and she became mentally unbalanced and was known in their family as ‘Poor, mad Sarah’. Certainly reading between the lines in your article leads one to think that the Strelley family gave very little concern or care to anyone but themselves. Sarah ultimately passed away on 7th February 1899 and I am led to believe was only 39 years old. Mad or not, her Will,(I have not seen sight of a copy),certainly left her 1/3 share of the Drysiog Estate to the first and perhaps only love in her life, Edmund Roger Lewis, and I understand the main bulk was also left to him. Her husband was not mentioned at all! When the Strelley’s discovered this fact word was sent to the Lewis family along the theme,’She’s dead.If you want her you had better come and fetch her! The Lewis family duly obliged and the Sarah Jane Gertrude Strelley was laid to rest with her parents in Bedwellty church yard
I hope the foregoing is of interest to members of the Alfreton History Society. I would be pleased to receive any other information concerning Sarah for our Family History research and wonder if Richard J Kuchnowski and his photographs have a connection to the Strelley Family?
Best Wishes.
David Lewis.
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Last Updated on Wednesday, 04 August 2010 20:25 |
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An Apple, An Orange and A Shiny New Penny! Christmas is a time when Alfreton family generations get together to chat, exchange gifts, enjoy a special meal and sit glued to the telly?
For the older generations of our families, Christmas was very different. I've been looking at the memories of a few local people whose childhood Christmases are still vivid.
Young Hilda Whittle enjoyed her family's Christmases in the late 1920s-30s. Times were hard then and presents were few, with nine children to provide for on Jack Whittle's miner's wages, Christmas stockings contained very little by today's standards but Hilda was assured of an apple, an orange and usually, a shiny new penny. One year there was a jigsaw puzzle entitled 'The Lambeth Walk' and it provided a welcome challenge. (Photograph by kind permission of Mrs Hilda Sharratt).
Hilda recalls that Christmas Cards didn't appear in the shops until around two weeks beforehand and the festival itself simply consisted of Christmas Day and Boxing Day: decorations going up on Christmas Eve or a day or so earlier. In the Whittle household, these consisted of coloured paper chains made by the children and hung up by their father. A tree was out of the question since the Whittles lived in such a tiny cottage, two rooms downstairs and two upstairs: with eleven people in such a small space, there was no room for a tree.
Hilda's family were stalwart members of the Wesleyan Methodist Church and Christmas Day was very much centred round the Christmas services. Jack Whittle went down to the chapel early on Christmas morning to light the fires in the iron stoves to warm the congregation. Then, just as they did each Sunday, the Whittle children took the lead in preparing vegetables for Christmas lunch and laying the table before they went, wearing their Sunday finest, to church on Christmas morning. Sundays and Christmas Day were very much Alice Whittle's 'days off' from an exhausting week of housework.
Apart from the meat and vegetables, everything on the table was home-made: mince pies, Christmas cakes, bread, preserves and the Christmas pudding boiled in the kitchen copper. All of it, the results of Alice's baking prowess from September onwards. Many presents were home-made too for money didn't run to shop-bought gifts but they were treasured all the more for the time and effort put into them.
Going back still further, young Ruth Barber loved Christmas. Born in 1899, she recalled in the notes she left behind at her death how most toys were very primitive: a chunk of wood with wooden spindles and wheels attached and fashioned by a local handyman. One Christmas, Ruth received a new doll, pretty doll's clothes and a pram. Many little girls would have been thrilled but not Ruth for she was a tomboy like her brother and frilly doll's clothes held no appeal.
Perhaps that is why she looks so glum in this photograph taken around Christmas 1903, dressed in a fur-trimmed velvet coat and bonnet. The toy soldiers and bottle imps given to her brother were more to Ruth's liking. (Photograph by kind permission of R J Kuchnowski)
Ruth's Christmas Day also revolved very much around churchgoing, for her grandfather was the Vicar of All Saints' Church in South Wingfield. A family meal on Christmas Day was, again, the seasonal highlight but, as Ruth's household was comparatively wealthy, extended family came to stay and the fare included game (which had been hanging in the larder for weeks), pies and wines. The household employed paid staff but even so, Ruth's mother was kept busy from September onwards, planning and making food for their guests on 25th December, using a hand-written recipe book containing tried and tested 'receipts' from previous generations of females and made in her own kitchen.
These were the days when one could expect to hear 'the waits' at the door on Christmas Eve, singing the old carols by lanternlight, secretly hoping for the reward of a mince pie and a glass of steaming punch or maybe an innocent kiss under the 'kissing bunch' of mistletoe and holly!
The overwhelming impression of those far-off days is not the quantity or cost of presents but the importance of the family and of giving your hospitality, your time and effort. A time when 'less' was definitely 'more'!
Article Written and Researched by Jill Sparrow - Senior Editor, Alfreton History Website |
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Curses, Cannons and Robin Hood's Bow in Bygone Oakerthorpe! Passing through Oakerthorpe in the direction of Belper, Hollybank House stands on your right, set back from the road, next to The Anchor Inn.
Today, Hollybank House is a nursing home but, behind that much-altered facade, lies a very interesting history indeed. Built around the late seventeenth century, Hollybank House was originally the home of the Strelley family whose ancestor, Phillip Strelley, purchased the estate sometime before 1603 and around it lay farmland and colliery workings which also belonged to them.
The Strelleys were living in England before the Norman Conquest and, indeed, there is a family legend which tells that one of their number was involved in the murder of Thomas a Becket in Canterbury Cathedral in 1170 upon the whim of King Henry II. This wicked deed is supposed to have laid a curse upon all those who had a hand in it although, goodness knows, Thomas in his pre-episcopal days was no better than his hot-headed King!
Curse or no curse, during the 1800s, the Strelleys of Oakerthorpe did their best to gamble and fritter away the family wealth. Richard Clayton Strelley (pictured with his gun dog in 1865) produced seven children in the mid 19th century and between them they disposed of what remained.
One of the chief spendthrifts was poor Welsh clergyman's daughter, Gertrude Rees Lewis (isn't she wearing a wonderful hat?) who married Richard Charles Strelley and set about squandering his inheritance with gusto. By 1908, the family was declared bankrupt and the entire estate, including the Anchor Inn, was sold.
Richard Charles's brother, Phillip Bateman Strelley, died at sea whilst travelling with Mr. Fitzroy, a cartographer who was mapping the northern coast of Australia and the area around Darwin. His body was returned to Oakerthorpe for burial in 1878.
During the 1640s, when England was undergoing what can only be described as a revolution, Cromwell's men trespassed on Strelley land in order to aim their cannon at Wingfield Manor and were unceremoniously ordered off. Squire Strelley, it is said, held no particular allegiance either to Parliamentarians or Royalists he simply didn't want troops from either side trundling their armaments over his property!
Stories are legion concerning the bankruptcy. Tales of priceless paintings rolled up and hidden down wells, of precious artefacts secreted with local cottagers so that they should not fall into the hands of the Bailiffs and might later be retrieved. The last remaining Strelleys left Hollybank House in 1908 Maria Strelley emigrating to Vancouver in Canada and Clayton Somerville Strelley dying one year later in Sculcoates, Hull.
Hollybank House was divided into flats during the 1930s and through the 40s and 50s various families lived there, though part of it remained unoccupied and was used to store furniture. In the early 1980s, there were plans to turn the house into a nightclub and, though a great deal of refitting took place with this end in mind, planning permission was refused and the project never materialised.
These days, Hollybank House is a nursing home and virtually unrecognisable as its former self. The interior has been totally remodelled and new buildings constructed in the grounds. And yet according to those who have owned the house in former years, the Strelleys may not have vacated it entirely. Sidney Strelley, one of the last remaining Derbyshire Strelleys, tells of a bedroom whose atmosphere was so hostile that no one would sleep there. In recent years, I have heard that the owner's flat on an upper storey, is reputedly haunted. Objects have been moved without explanation, bedclothes pulled off and temperatures plummeted on occasion. Perhaps the Strelleys of long ago are still protesting at the trespassers of the 21st Century or maybe they continue to search for treasures they concealed in 1908. Among these are reputed to have been an ancient suit of chain mail armour and Robin Hood's bow! Who knows?
The Strelley name lives on in the Strelley Charity, a fund set up by Phillip Strelley for the education of the parish poor and now forms part of the education budget. The Strelleys themselves lie in Wingfield churchyard and oddly, for such a prominent family, their resting places are not marked by a single headstone. Photographs by kind permission of Richard J Kuchnowski. Article Written and Researched by Jill Sparrow - Senior Editor, Alfreton History Website |
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Last Updated on Sunday, 07 September 2008 11:13 |
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South Normanton - A history of retail outlets |
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Service with a smile in the shops of yesteryearIn the early years of the 20th Century, the village of South Normanton (east of Alfreton, Derbyshire) offered its inhabitants a good selection of shops without any need to travel further afield.
Looking at the 1901 Census return, the choice of butchers is amazing. Ladies could choose to shop with William Bailey, George Bramwell, James Bacon, Arthur Daykin, Aaron Jenkins, Arthur Walker or, if a specialist Pork Butcher was required, A. Laughton. The photograph is still easily identifiable today but, somehow, everywhere looks so much tidier in this picture! No parked cars and certainly no litter. As for horse manure, it was likely to be shovelled up and on someone's garden muckheap before it had time to stop steaming!
These proprietors, standing proudly outside their establishments, ensured that the pavement and gutter fronting their shop was kept in immaculate condition. The same went for the doorstep. In those far off days, the cleanliness of shops and houses too was judged upon the state of the front step. If it wasn't scrubbed and donkey-stoned to perfection, trade would suffer. Look at those snow- white aprons. No cling film, sell by dates or plastic carrier bags, of course, but our ancestors survived, didn't they?
Competition was keen. Aaron Jenkins, the butcher, had a wife, Hannah, and five children to feed and clothe in 1901: Emmeline, Richard, Alice, James and Elsie. No doubt they all had to help with the business. Sarah Ann Branston, a widow with an eight year old son, John Herbert, ran a Grocer's shop. Young John Herbert would have led a very different life compared with an eight year old today, much of it revolving around helping his mother with her work. I wonder whether he had much pocket money to spend with Solomon Ward, the Confectioner?
Although Hunters and Nelsons (shown in the photograph) came after the 1901 Census return, we can see the establishment of Bardill and Baker, Boot and Shoe Makers next door to Nelsons' shop. Herbert Bardill and John James Baker were in business in the Market Place in 1895 but they didn't have a monopoly in the trade. Arthur Shawcroft also traded as a Boot and Shoe dealer. Shoppers would find Mrs Eliza Brooks, John D. Marsden, Ellen Mart and William Wright among the Grocers; William Alvey and John Patton as General Dealers and Emma Ballard, the Fishmonger. If it was fabric for a new outfit the Chapel Anniversary, perhaps- there'd be a trip to Messrs. William Gibson, William Bircumshaw or William Pritchard, who all ran drapery shops. If it all got too much, there was always The Miner's Arms (proprietor William Bingham) or The Devonshire Arms (proprietor William Haslam) offering liquid sustenance!
At least one South Normanton trader went further afield to do his quaffing, however. Greengrocer Oliver Bramley is still affectionately remembered by octogenarians in South Wingfield for the entertainment he provided when he staggered out of The Horse and Jockey in the Market Place there at closing time during the immediate post-war years. Locals gathered firstly to deposit Mr. Bramley in his pony-drawn trap since, after an evening at the bar, he wasn't capable of getting up there himself! Then the little crowd watched, enthralled, as Mr. Bramley wove dangerously down The Rocks on the wrong side of the road, bound for home. It must have been quite a sight!
Fortunately, the trusty pony knew his way back to Oliver's shop and there are still people in South Normanton today who recall the sight of Mr Bramley's four-legged friend trotting back to their abode with his master blissfully asleep in the back! Article Written and Researched by Jill Sparrow - Senior Editor, Alfreton History Website |
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