Showing posts with label Essex history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Essex history. Show all posts

Saturday, 18 October 2014

Writing local history


This week, to celebrate the publication of my first local history book, Bishop's Stortford Through Time, I am very excited to be doing tour around various blogs talking about various aspects of my book: not just the subject matter, but also about writing and researching "history".

One post a day - so 7 posts in total - spread across a wide and diverse mix of history-related blogs.



Today, Day 1,  I will be answering questions about my book, posed to me by Julie Goucher.  Many thanks, Julie, for your questions.

Before answering Julie's questions, firstly, I have to explain the layout and format of my book.  Each page contains:-
  • a "then" picture - a historic image taken (mainly) from vintage postcards dating from the 1900s to the 1920s;
  • a "now" modern-day photograph, showing the same location, so that a comparison can be made between "then" and "now" photographs; and 
  • a short caption about the view and giving more historical information about the building/view.


A page from my book: Bishop's Stortford Through Time

And now Julie's 5 questions...


What was your catalyst that inspired you to write your book?
I have always collected old vintage postcards - ever since I was a small child.  Originally I collected postcards of cats and children's story books/nursery rhymes.  But as I grew older, and more and more interested in history and genealogy, my "taste" turned to postcards relating to towns and villages I'd lived in.  As I'd lived all over the south of England, before finally settling in Essex 25 years ago, I've ended up with a very strange and eclectic collection of Edwardian street views of Gloucestershire, Oxfordshire, Surrey, and Essex.  My other life-long collection of postcards is that of Great War embroidered silk postcards.

So, when I started to blog Essex local history on my website, Essex Voices Past, it was a very natural progression to start to blog about my collection of Essex and Great War silk postcards.  I never dreamed I'd turn my hobby (obsession!) into a book until a Commissioning Editor from Amberley Publishing stumbled across my blog and contacted me.  Their "Through Time" series of books was 100% up my street, and after a very short negotiation period, we settled on me writing a book about the town of Bishop's Stortford in Hertfordshire.

Why a book on Bishop's Stortford?  Well, despite it being in Hertfordshire (and I consider myself to be an Essex historian), it's the very next town to where I live in Essex.  Despite being in two different counties, my Essex home town of Great Dunmow has very close (historic, modern and geographical) ties with the Hertfordshire town of Bishop's Stortford.  Also, I had driven to Bishop's Stortford every single work day for nearly 10 years because it has a mainline station with direct trains into the heart of the City of London, where I worked.   At the start my research, apart from driving through the outskirts of the town and then parking my car every single day in the town's station's car park, I knew nothing about Bishop's Stortford.  Like many people who commute into London, I was a "rooster" - out of the town all day and only coming home to sleep at night.

Researching and writing a book about the Bishop's Stortford was a wonderful experience.  In fact, I fell so much in love with the town - its past, its present and its future - that my research directly influenced my (grownup) middle daughter to fly the nest and move into a beautiful little flat in the town's centre.  She is the new generation of modern commuters who work in London but live in this very well equipped historic beautiful 21st century town.

A historic area of Bishop's Stortford


What was your strategy for the development of the book?
Although I had lived nearby the town for many years, I did not "know" the town at all.  Yes, I knew it to shop in, and to commute into London from.  But no, I didn't know any of its history.  So my first step was to see what secondary sources were out there - books written by other historians, websites run by historians, and also any interesting primary source material.  Once I tracked down my sources, I hungrily devoured them to determine the town's history.  I spent a good couple of months just reading and learning.  I'm not very good at note taking (too many academic courses have put me off note taking), so I wrote my "notes" directly into a Microsoft Word document, which ended up being turned into my book.  From this research, I got a good sense of the town and also the start of my "must haves".

I am a great believer in the premise that it is people who create history - my own take on The Great Man (and woman!) theory (although I believe that it is also "normal" men and women who make history too!).  So my next strategy was to see what Great Men and Women this Hertfordshire town had produced.  Very quickly I found that it had (at least) four famous sons who had each shaped the town (some much more than others).  Because their impact had been so great on Bishop's Stortford, each one of their stories had to be woven into my book.

Once I had my Great Men (along with their wives, sons and daughters) then the very bare bones of my book had started to take shape and that dreaded blank page was no longer blank.  The rest of the book just slotted into place after that.

Bishop's Stortford's Great Men were:-

  • Cecil Rhodes;
  • Sir Walter Gilbey;
  • Sir John Barker; and
  • Sir George Jackson.

(You'll have to read my book to find out why and how they and their families impacted the town's fortunes!)

After finding my "Great Men", my next strategy was to work out the chapters and each chapter's contents.  This was incredibly difficult to do and it was only a few weeks before I sent the finished product to my publishers that I had the final list of chapters.  My biggest problem was that I wanted to include a chapter on an area of Bishop's Stortford called "New Town" - I had a chapter ready and waiting specifically for this area.  But, after months of scouring the internet, searching through countless postcard dealers' stock, and consulting with the town's museum, I could only find a handful of postcards of this area.  Certainly not enough postcards to turn it into a reasonable, coherent and structured chapter.  So I had to ditch the chapter, and rearrange everything else to give me a more balanced book - even with such limited postcards of this tiny area.  It was a long sleepless night, shortly before my deadline, when I had to rearrange every single page into their correct (new) chapters.

In the end, I was very pleased with my final structure and my chapters.  Once I had these new chapters, everything else just fell into place.  But it was a few panic-struck days sorting it all out.

          
Sir John Barker          Sir Walter Gilbey


How did you decide what images to include / exclude?
To a certain extent, Amberley's very strict guidelines of only 96 pages made choosing which images I wanted to include or exclude easier.  I was also restricted in that the book could only be about the town itself - I couldn't include any sections on the many beautiful villages which surround Bishop's Stortford. Some views of town had been photographed time and time again by Edwardian photographers a hundred years ago, and so I had several cards of (roughly) the same view and had to choose the "best" view.  Other views were "one-offs" and thus much harder to source but once I had them, they HAD to be included.  In the end, I ended up with about 20 images/pages too many so had to go through a very strict culling process to whittle the book back down to 96 pages.  Some pages were culled because I didn't like the story that accompanied the images, whilst other pages were cut because I didn't think the image added to the overall book.  Other images cut because although they were excellent images, I hadn't been able to totally identify the view, or reproduce the "now" photograph.

One of my favourite views of the town.
But I couldn't include it in my book as I couldn't replicate the roof-top view.


What resources did you consult to in order to write the details which accompanied each page?
I consulted just about every single local history book/website/journal article I could lay my hands on about Bishop's Stortford! My bookcase has swollen considerably with its own little section with published histories of the town.  As well as books, I also consulted

  • Maps: I purchased a reprint of a 1896 map of Bishop's Stortford.  This map, in combination with Google Maps, accompanied me on many of my walks through the town.  Combining these two ancient and modern technologies showed up areas of the town which had changed over the last 100 years.  Once I had identified areas of change, then I could consult my books to determine why they had changed.  For example, the two maps clearly showed that the river which flowed through the town was not following the same path on the two maps.  It took a little bit of investigation to discover that in the 1970s the river was diverted and now is no longer following the path it took when the 1890s map was drawn.

  • Trade Directories:  On a few occasions, I needed directories to determine where various tradesmen's shops had been.  The combination with these directories and old maps helped pinpoint many of the buildings and views within my postcards.
  • Walking the town:  It sounds very obvious, but walking throughout the length and breadth of the town (and its river) many many times was one of the most important types of research I undertook.  It was only by walking the town that I came to realise just how important the river and canal had been to Bishop's Stortford during its period of industrialisation from the 1760s onwards. Also, I was very surprised to see amongst the town's street furniture, many plaques documenting the river's fortunes.  From when the Stort Navigation first opened in 1769 until 2014, when part of the tow-path was repaired, the town's engineers had left behind date plaques and stones commemorating various events in the river/canal's fortunes.  These plaques became very important primary sources - and even a very accurate timeline - within my investigation of the town.
  • Newspapers: The British Newspaper Archive became a "must have" resource.  For the majority of my captions, I consulted this wonderful archive to read contemporary newspaper reports about the town.  Thus, for example, after I purchased a postcard showing King Edward VII being driven through the town, I was able to find newspaper articles recounting this trip, and how the town celebrated the visit of its monarch.
This is one of my favourite photographs in my book.  It's a picture of South Mill Lock showing the 18th/19th century lock keepers cottage and a modern canal barge.  The date plaque of 2014 was "left behind" after recent repairs to the tow-path.
Over two hundred years of the The Stort Navigation captured in one picture!


Was there one or two images that you simply felt that you had to include if so how did you ensure that happened?
There were three "must include" images which I had to have in my book.
  1. The town's workhouse:  In common with many other towns across England, following the Poor Law Amendment Act of 1834, Bishop's Stortford had to build a workhouse to accommodate the district's poor.  Like many other workhouses, the workhouse was a classic hexagonal shape, with a formidable and severe central block, and blocks of buildings spurring off from the centre (so that families could be segregated - husbands and wives separated, and children separated from their parents).  It was a very very foreboding building.  I can imagine Victorian inmates being at absolute rock-bottom when they first arrived at this workhouse.

    Today, like many other former workhouse and former mental institutions, the buildings which were once the workhouse have been converted into des-res houses, apartments and flats.  Being of an age whereby I can remember visiting (as an adult) a close family member in a dark, severe Victorian Essex mental institution (which has now been converted into luxury flats), these new uses have always personally astounded me.  I don't know whether to admire these buildings' new uses (and they do make beautiful homes), or be depressed that this is how our society once treated the weakest amongst us.  I'm never sure if I want to move into one of these beautiful Victorian Gothic monstrosities, or have them razed to the ground.

    Therefore, images of the town's workhouse was a "must-have" because its importance in the town's past.  But, not unsurprisingly, I could not find any historic images on postcards of this building.  After all, what Edwardian photographer busy chronicling their town would have set up their cameras and taken hard-to-do photographs of such an austere and deeply depressing building? So, to ensure the building was included, I had to be contented with two modern-day "now" images of the workhouse, without an accompanying "then" image.

  2. Sir John Barker being driven to the town's station: I had a very strange experience with this postcard.  I had bought the postcard from that well-known internet site.  It was identified as a card from Bishop's Stortford, but with no other identification - so no road name but a contemporary message on the back stated that it was Sir John Barker.  When I received the postcard in the post, and looked at it, I absolutely "knew" the view I was looking it.  But how could I know it, because at that stage I didn't know Bishop's Stortford?  The postcard really bugged me and even with Google Maps' help, I couldn't identify it.

    It was when I was driving home from work one night that I finally identified my mystery card.  As normal, I pulled out of the station car park and turned left into the one-way system ready to drive through the town.  As normal, I stopped at a set of traffic lights just past the car park.  Something I'd done a thousand times before.  As I waited for the lights to change, I looked up.  And bang! There was the exact view as on my unidentified postcard. I'd found my mystery view and I had seen it a thousand times before.  In 2014, I was in the exact same location as an unknown photographer had been over a hundred years previously in 1906.

    It was one of those strange moments in family/local history when I had been going about my daily business but had managed to totally connect with the past and I knew with absolute clarity that someone had been there before me.  This was another card which HAD to be included in my book.

  3. A view I've seen a thousand times before.
    It didn't help my identification that today this road is on the town's one-way system,
    and you can only drive away from the photographer.
    Today, Sir John's car would be going in the wrong direction down a one-way street.
    But once identified, I absolutely knew that I was walking in the same steps as our ancestors.

  4. Military Funeral: In early May 2014, I purchased from a very large postcard fair a postcard of soldiers in full uniform marching through Hockerill (an area of Bishop's Stortford).  At the time, the dealer was very apologetic because the card's image on the front had been damaged.  The dealer had reduced the price  accordingly, and wanted to double check I really wanted such a damaged card.  However, the minute I clapped eyes on it, I knew that I had in my hands an extremely important postcard of Bishop's Stortford's past.  A few month's previously, I'd seen a similar postcard on the Bishop's Stortford Museum's own blog but they hadn't been able to identify their card.  I immediately guessed that I had just purchased the "sister" card to the Museum's card because the same woman passer-by was in both postcards.

    Whereas the museum had been unable to identify their card, I was lucky with my card because it had a postmark (1915) and the message on the back identified someone in the picture as being "Percy... He has just left our Brigade".  The combination of the 1915 postmark, and the fact that the message was clearly inferring that this was a recent photograph of "Percy", took me to several newspaper accounts of Bishop's Stortford's Military Funeral of the Great War. The final confirmation that I had a postcard of the military funeral was that several newspapers reported that a local contingent of the Boys' Life Brigade were present at the  funeral.

    You will have to read my book about this funeral to get the full fascinating details.  But, in short, it involved Albert Ball, who had been stationed in Bishop's Stortford in 1915 when he had been in the Sherwood Foresters Regiment (Notts and Derby Regiment).  After leaving Bishop's Stortford just weeks after the town's military funeral, Albert Ball went on to become one of the most famous airmen of the Great War and received a posthumous Victoria Cross for his valour.  Whilst I don't think my postcard depicts Albert Ball, as my postcard is of another regiment present in Stortford at that time (the Bedfordshires), it is an extremely important picture of Bishop's Stortford during the Great War.

    This postcard really was a "must have" image.  But my story/caption for this was very long, so Amberley themselves had to do a bit of rejigging of the page so that my "then" and "now" pictures could be included on the page.  But more importantly, realising its importance, my full text explaining the story of the town's military funeral was not cut nor edited.

My thanks to Julie for asking her questions


My blog tour

You can catch me on the following dates and blogs discussing "all things history" along with my recent book.


About me

I have a Masters in local and regional history from Cambridge University, a BA in history from the Open University, and an Advanced Diploma in local history from Oxford University - all studied whilst a mature student.  Bishop's Stortford Through Time is my first book for Amberley Publishing. They have commissioned me to write a further 3 books:-
  • Sudbury, Lavenham and Long Melford Through Time (due to be published summer 2015);
  • Saffron Walden Through Time (due to be published summer 2015); and
  • Postcards from the Front: Britain 1914-1919 (due to be published summer 2016).
I live in Essex, England, and regularly write about the local history of Essex and East Anglia on my blog Essex Voices Past.

©  Essex Voices Past 2014

Saturday, 18 January 2014

Family history is like a box of chocolates... You never know what you're gonna get

Hi, I'm Kate Cole and I live in Great Dunmow, North Essex - about 40 miles north of London and 30 miles south of Cambridge - home of the strange English custom of the Dunmow Flitch.

  The Dunmow Flitch
The strange custom of the Dunmow Flitch - dating from medieval England, it still takes place in the modern-day every leap-year. This postcard, from the early 1900s, shows the inside the court-room where the Judge hears the case for the bacon and the case for the claimants .


The Dunmow Flitch
The Dunmow Flitch: Chairing the winning couples in the early 1900s.

I'm very pleased to have been invited to join this worldwide blogging project. I write a blog on local history at Essex Voices Past - my blog covers some aspects of local history regarding Essex, along with posts about the history and goings-on of the Tudor monarchs of England. I also write local history posts about the First World War and the soldiers from my town who marched away to war in a distant land, never to return.

For my first post on this blog, I thought I'd introduce myself to you and reflect back on my days of being a family historian and local historian.

I first started out as a family historian when I was 18 years old - back in the Dark Ages of the 1980s - prior to the invention of the internet.  In those days, I traipsed through the streets of London to track down my ancestors using the Society of Genealogists' library (then in their original home in Kensington), the Public Record Office (then in Chancery Lane) and another reading room somewhere around Chancery Lane which housed all the microfiche readers for viewing the census.  At that time only the censuses for 1841, 1851, 1861 and 1871 were available!  I can remember the anxious wait by myself and my fellow researchers for the 1881 census to become available after the 100 year rule of non-disclosure expired (I seem to recall that 1980s "technology" meant that this census wasn't released 100 years on, in 1981, but we had to wait until a couple of years later).  Births, marriages and deaths certificates were held in St Catherine's House on the Aldwych in London (affectionately known to my fellow researchers as "St K's house" - or am I remembering that wrongly, being that it should have been St C's house?).  Massive books to be lugged out of their shelving racks to look for long dead ancestors - red for marriages, green for births and black for death - 4 per year.  I'm sure my arm muscles got very well defined during this period in my life as I steamed through countless books trying to find ancestors hiding in those lofty, dusty, humongous volumes.

  Cole Parnall marriage certificate 1880
Marriage certificate of my great-grandparents: Robert Cole (1852-1927) to Louisa Parnall.  The marriage certificate was bought in 1984 when the records for post-1837 births, marriages and deaths were kept at St Catherine's House in London. It is strange for me to realise that I bought this certificate 30 years ago.

During this early period of my research, I discovered that my paternal ancestors had all been born and bred in the eastend of London - true Londoners.  Many had stayed in east London, whilst others migrated to the suburbs in south London and Essex. Fortunately I have many photographs of my paternal family in the eastend and south London. Over the coming months, I hope to be able to share some of those previously unpublished photos with you. I have already published some of these photos on my own blog, where I have written the story of my great-great grandparents, The Cole family of Spitalfield Market

Robert Andrew Cole
My great-great grandfather in the 1860s: Robert Andrew Cole, born 10 February 1819, Anthony Street, St George in the East, east London, baptised 7 March 1819 in the parish church of St George in the East.  Married 25 December 1850 St Thomas' Church, Stepney to Sarah Elizabeth Ollenbuttel. Died March 1895 in Walthamstow. Buried in one of two Cole family graves in Tower Hamlets Cemetery. Grocer and tea-dealer of Spitalfields Market for over 30 years.

That was my research during the 1980s.  I remember it as a very exciting period as I discovered each new link to my family tree and discovered my family's long connection to east London - stretching back into the mid-1700s. With the common name of "Cole" it was surprisingly much easier than I would ever have imagined to trace a pure eastend family back to the very heart of London's maritime past and into the docks of Shadwell.

 Horwood Map of London 1792-99
Horwood Map of London 1792-99, detail of Shadwell.  John Cole, a cooper, and his wife, Catherine (my great-great-great-great grandparents) lived at various locations shown in this map from at least the 1750s. The next generation moved into next door's parish of St George in the East. There's even a "Cole Stairs" marked on this map (bottom right corner, next to the river Thames) - although I have yet to find proof that this was named after "my" Coles!

St Paul's Shadwell c1760
The church of St Paul's, Shadwell in the 1760s.  It was known as the Church of the Sea Captains because of its links to the nearby docks and its churchyard contains the graves of at least 70 sea captains.  It was the parish church of Captain James Cook and Thomas Jefferson's family. It was also the parish church of my ancestors, John and Catherine Cole, who baptised at least 8 of their children in the church in the 1770s and 1780s.

 During the 1990s, my family history habit had to be put away whilst I brought up two small children as a single parent.  Then, in 1999, on the eve of the millennium, I bought a new computer, signed up to the numerous genealogy sites which had to started to spring up, and within days made contact with a previously unknown 2nd cousin (at least, I think that's our relationship!). Barbara was living in Sydney, Australia. Her ancestors - my great-grandparents' siblings descendants (are you still following?) - having emigrated to Australia in the early decades of the 1900s. Much comparing of notes went on between her and I whilst we compared many many photos we each had. To our shock, we found that we actually had duplicates of the same photos! In other photos, by comparing notes, we were able to identify previously unknown people. Our comparing of family trees reached dizzying new heights when Barbara visited England and stayed with me in the early 2000s and we spent countless hours jointly pouring over photographs.

With one photo, the wedding of my great-grandparents, we originally thought we each had separate copies of the same photo, but quickly realised that we'd each actually got a slightly different photo. The photographer must have taken a number of shots on the "big day" and people had very slightly adjusted their poses between each photograph. Barbara only knew the photo as the "English wedding party" and could identify two sets of guests but not the bride and groom. Whilst I knew it to be the 1899 wedding of my great-grandparents, Lily Gurney to John Gurney, in Peckham, South London, and could also name other guests - John Gurney's sisters and other guests, including the woman who would ultimately become John's second wife (but more of that woman on a future post!).

Even more strangely, we worked out that this particular branch of our joint family married their own cousins - my great-grandparents (the bride and groom) being 1st cousins.  The two sets of guests Barbara could name were the bride's brother and his wife (James Albert Gurney and Elizabeth Catherine Reed), and the grooms's brother and his wife (James Bloss Gurney and Caroline Mary Bint).  Despite being 1st cousins to each other, these four people were all  Barbara's great-grandparents because their children ultimately married each other (2nd cousins). It was a very confusing time as we worked out who had married who and when - particularly as we found other first cousins marrying each other, and the two families involved consisted of about 22 boys and girls - all with the same or similar names, and all living merely a few houses away from each other in Peckham! This was in the late Victorian era in the bustling respectable suburbs of busy south London - not in some rural quiet backwater where inter-marriage between cousins was more common-place.  Lily's and James Alberts's father, James Swain Gurney, had been a highly respected south London publican who had also lived in Jersey and Australia; whilst John's and James Bloss's father, Henry Richard Gurney (brother to James Swain Gurney) had been a respected south London builder.

Are you sure you're still following?...I often need to lie down in a darkened room after working out the relationships of these Gurneys.  I cannot tell you how many drafts of the previous paragraph I had to write until finally - I think - I've got all the relationships correct.

 1899 Marriage of Lily Gurney to John Gurney
April 1899 - marriage of Lily Gurney to John Gurney. Photograph taken in the gardens of the Glengall Tavern, Peckham, South London, where John Gurney was the bar manager.  This is my copy of the photograph. Barbara has a slightly different version. The fading all down the centre of the photograph - caused by strong sunshine over several years - bears testimony to the sad conclusion to this story. This photograph was not packed away in a loft or trunk somewhere out of sight and mind, but was put out on display by my grandmother, Lily's and John's daughter, who never knew her mother, except by looking at fast fading images of her. Lily did not live to see her first wedding anniversary - dying exactly 9 months after this photo was taken giving birth to her honeymoon child, my grandmother.

After this fruitful time in my research, I then moved onto history and, in 2003, signed up to do a bachelor of arts history degree with the Open University. One of the modules I did for my degree was Oxford University's Advanced Diploma in Local History. A fabulous course, which, when I did it, was nowhere near the expensive course it has now become (new funding rules in the UK have put the cost of most degree courses above the means of the average mature student). The course brought me two excellent benefits.  Firstly, an appreciation and love of local history and its interconnection with family history. Secondly it introduced me to a fellow student in my cohort, the wonderful Pauleen Cass - a fellow family historian and blogger on this site, who I have had the absolute pleasure to meet in real life at our graduation in March 2006 in Oxford within the architectural splendor of the Sheldonian Theatre.

The diploma course also introduced me to something which has now become my new passion: Tudor Essex. My dissertation for the diploma was a study on the witchcraft trials of 16th Century Essex and how accusations of witchcraft came about because of neighbourly disputes. I have since expanded this research to include other "happenings" within Tudor Essex - particularly the impact of the English Reformation on small rural communities within Essex and East Anglia. To this end, I then undertook a masters degree with Cambridge University and wrote my dissertation for this degree on Religion and Society in Great Dunmow, Essex, c.1520 to c.1560 and graduated in 2012.

I have carried out so much research on Tudor Essex for my diploma's dissertation and masters' dissertation that I then decided to blog my research - the result being Essex Voices Past - which I have been writing for exactly two years this week. Shortly before Christmas of last year, my blog was spotted by a commissioning editor of a mainstream publisher of history books, Amberley Publishing, who have just commissioned me to write two local history books and a third book on the postcards of the First World War.

  Tudor Essex
Map of Tudor Essex: Christopher Sexton, Essexiae Comitat' Nova Vera ac Absoluta Descriptio (1576).  Click on the picture to be taken to the British Library's website with a detailed analysis of this map. 

And that just about brings my story of my adventures of being family and local historian up-to-date. Forrest Gump once said "Mama always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."  Family and local history is also like a box of chocolates - you really never do know what you're gonna get and where you're going to end up.

I look forward to sharing with you more of my discoveries over the coming months.  In the meantime, you can catch me on my blog Essex Voices Past or on twitter @EssexVoicesPast

© Essex Voices Past 2014