The Horsefeeders

I was looking for Emily NO NAME, a victim of a long-ago data input glitch, and happened to meet the HORSEFEEDERs as I scrolled down rows of an Excel spreadsheet. I so wanted this to be a real family name, even as I realised that, as an occupation, it may not (somewhat ironically), have put much food on the table.



FamilySearch source

I found no other people with this name in Yorkshire and upon searching online for ‘Horsefeeder genealogy’ I had to accept that they were something other.

As a general rule, transcribers should input what they see.


I’m now seeing ‘Horsefield’ with the ‘i’ undotted and ‘d’ with ascender amputated – but only after accessing the marriage register entry for William and Emma.


Emma gave birth to nine girls before bringing Fred and finally Walter into the world (when she was 43 years old). In 1901 only Hannah, 25, was still living with her parents – and also in residence were William and Emma’s grandsons, George William, 3, and Joseph Pretoria, about 6 months old. One can guess that unmarried Hannah was their mother and perhaps their father was away in Africa fighting the Boers (if he had not already been killed).

Girl Nine was Ada. I looked at the Filey HORSFIELDs and in their short pedigree of just three generations, there are two women called Ada. About thirty miles separate the families but they don’t appear to be connected, and they are minimally represented on the Shared Tree. Both William Horsefield and Richard Horsfield are waiting to begin their families.

Richard’s son, Herbert Knight, is buried in St Oswald’s churchyard.



Path 90 · Headland Way


Path to Speeton Sands


The Sixth Rule of Bio Tyranny

Lionel sent me the Eight Rules by email a couple of days ago and, quite by chance while looking for Kitching stories, I found an old newspaper cutting that is apropos.


I found two concerned Rushworth fathers with infant daughters near Tyersal but neither is on the Shared Tree. John Ireland RUSHWORTH and his wife Sarah Ann had a two-year-old daughter at the end of 1872. She is Julia Ann in the 1871 census and Julia Hannah in 1911. Yes, without the vaccine she made it to her forties. (Somehow she had been successfully inoculated against marriage.)

The Sixth Rule

Sell the public the vaccine as the magical cure and the key to their freedom from this constraint and restraint. Repeat and reiterate the concept of vaccine as magic, elixir, potion and nostrum. In no time they will be lining up and demanding it, turning on those who question.

Doctor Judy warns about having any Covid-19 vaccine but especially one from a Gates of Hell lab. YouTube is serially taking down the Plandemic trailer so the producers have put on a loud music soundtrack in an attempt to confuse the YT censoring algorithm. This makes it horrible to listen to. So I have linked instead to TruNews. Jump to Edward Szall’s Special Report at 17:30 (a conversation with Dr Mikovits), or to the Plandemic trailer at 35.50.

More About Mary

I emailed a contributor to the Old Malton Kitching Family a couple of days ago and this morning found Mary as the firstborn of Francis Greenley and Esther. I have given her two husbands, some in-laws, and grandchildren. I have now forgotten completely why I jumped from the Scarborough Sheaders to the Kitchings.

Path 89 · Church Ravine



Mary Names Her Father

Mary KITCHING was born out of wedlock.


This is the only source I have found that names her mother as Charlotte. She usually goes by Esther.

In 1841, mother and child are together in the household of Esther’s parents, John and Martha née HINDSON. The first Victorian census was cavalier with ages and didn’t give relationships or birthplaces. Jumping to conclusions is unwise. Mary is at the bottom of the household list with her “twin brother” Samuel.


Samuel’s birth was registered in the third quarter of the year.


The FamilySearch Tree represents the household thus:-


In Martha’s past, there are six other children. At her death on 18 February 1857, aged 59, the Malton Messenger said –

She was followed to the grave by 12 of her own children (9 sons and 3 daughters) 9 of whom were married, besides a large number of friends by whom she was much respected.

In “fourth daughter” Mary’s future, two husbands and the births of twelve children await.

She married Joseph SNOWDEN in 1857, three months after Martha’s death, and named her father in the marriage register.

1857_GREENLAYfrancis named_mar

“Blackburn” is a strange occupation. You are right if you guess it to be a clerical error for “blacksmith”.

When registering the births of her first six children, Mary gave her maiden surname as Kitching. For the seventh –


And for her second child with Christopher POSTILL –


Mary was 65-years-old when Christopher junior died at twenty-one. He left a son, another Christopher, who was caught in the 1939 Register’s net, thirty-five, unmarried and living in Scarborough with his Aunt Marion, her husband William DEVONSHIRE and their son Leslie. Christopher’s occupation is given as “Café & Speed Boat Proprietor”. That sounds rather racy – something to do with his genetic inheritance, perhaps.

But no, Francis GREENLEY made an honest woman of Esther a couple of years after Mary’s birth. Their first child stayed with the grandparents – and the couple went on to provide Mary with nine full brothers and sisters. Find them on the Shared Tree.

Landscape 118 · Church Ravine





A Boy Named Spouse

I planned to re-post the story the Edith Cavell today but was side-tracked. One of the fishermen that came close to death on this day 103 years ago would, sometime later, work ashore as a builder’s labourer. He retained a connection to the sea by volunteering for the Scarborough Lifeboat and was one of the men lost in the 1954 disaster.

Four years after his encounter with UB21, the fishing boat’s “Big Lad”, John Harrison CAMMISH, married into the Scarborough SHEADER family. Their pedigree on the Shared Tree needs a lot of work. Rachel lacks an ID but the wrong father awaits and about half of her uncles and aunts are absent.

One of the missing uncles is Spouse Godfrey. He was not the first Sheader boy to be given this distracting name – it may have been handed down for generations. Perhaps surprisingly, only one census transcriber has been flummoxed by it, offering “Spence”. Every other source I have found so far is happy with Spouse.

One evening in 1919 he told the story of his life.


Lost from the Scarborough Lifeboat with John Harrison Cammish was the coxswain John Nicholas Sheader, a cousin of John’s wife Rachel (I think).

It is not yet apparent on the Shared Tree but Rachel’s mother, Betsy Hannah COWLING was a widow when she married George Godfrey. Her first marriage lasted just six weeks.


On this occasion, fate smiled on the Lifeboat coxswain.

I’ll do some more work and re-post the Edith Cavell story in a few days (or weeks). Meanwhile, please let Bill Lealman tell the tale.

Rock 22 · Red Cliffs


Cayton Bay

The Herring House

Edmund CRAWFORD was 32 years old in 1851 and working as a fisherman. The red granite stone marking his grave in St Oswald’s churchyard tells anyone who passes that he died a man of substance.


In 1861 he was a fishmonger, at the next two censuses a fish merchant and in 1885, a year before his death, he owned a herring house. That summer, an awful event took place there.


I wrote briefly about this in 2017 (Two Graces) and at greater length in Looking at Filey. Disappointingly, the British Library still hasn’t restored the old LaF so I will re-post the story on REDUX in the next few days.

Frank GRICE (not Grace) died of “natural causes” in jail, before completing his two-year sentence. Mary Lizzie died three years later, aged thirteen. I put her on the Shared Tree earlier today and while checking some information in the course of writing this post I happened upon something quite grotesque. You will see in Two Graces that I was upset that Mary Lizzie’s headstone was moved close to the grave of her abuser. I have just noticed that Frank’s older brother, George William, named his firstborn child Horatio Wilkinson Grice less than six months after the assault. Mary Lizzie’s father, Horatio Wilkinson, had drowned from the yawl Integrity in 1883. George was married to a third cousin of Mary Lizzie’s mother, Mary née WILLIS. But why…?

Metal 12 · Coble Landing


An Unknown Wife

She was a couple of months pregnant when she married John CROMPTON in St Oswald’s Filey on Valentine’s Day 1762. Over the next nineteen years, she gave birth to eleven children and there are christening records for ten of them – but only John is named as a parent.


This list of IGI records online acknowledges the possibility of another Father John but two genealogies on FamilySearch confidently name the mother as Ann COWPER. If you check the full IGI list you will see her marriage to John, though the date is given as 14 September 1762. Firstborn Ann was christened that day.

Filey Genealogy & Connections has ten of the children, with four of them marrying. Elisabeth, who died before her first birthday, is missing. Ian Ollman’s Family Tree has all the children.

Kath notes that when her father in law Richard died, Ann took over the licence of the Packhorse Inn on the corner of Queen and Reynolds Streets (later demolished and replaced by The Crown). When she died in 1792, her fisherman husband wasted little time marrying the Widow SCALES. In some sources, she is “Ellis”, in others “Alice”. This is a commonplace on the Yorkshire coast, and maybe further afield, but it can cause problems.

On the Shared Tree a while back Ellis was happily married to William Scales but, when I looked yesterday, I found the poor fellow had been deleted and Ellis given a sex change. This has condemned her/him to FamilySearch purgatory.

Fortunately, there is a more believable representation of William and Alice (Ellis) here.

Flight of Fancy 20 · Window


Seeing the light – early morning in the Glen Gardens children’s playground.


Lockdown, some dogs. Word on the beach is that the May to September “dog ban” is not being enforced. Happy days.

Old Days

1983 Coalbrookdale


I’m afraid of something. Afraid of ordering my days to give a chance to some small achievement. The old fear. The last entry could have the interpretation that I resent Ruth messing up my Sundays. Not a bit. Each minute spent with her is precious. Waiting for her words, her smiles – experiencing her words and smiles, her tugs at my beard, her dribbles, stretching her right leg and staring at the foot at the end of it. I did resent the eating away of my Saturday last week – going for my wages, taking the bike to have a spoke replaced and the rear wheel trued. And guess – another spoke went on Friday and I had to take the bike in again yesterday. Not as grouchy as I might have been. A card from the Library came as I painted Ruth’s cot, telling me they had Portrait: Theory in (at last) so I had to go to Madeley anyway. So up to Dawley, borrowed the shopman’s wife’s bike to go to Stafford Park. Sheila gave me coffee and moaned about being stabbed in the back. On the way to Madeley, the rear tyre blew. Such a loud bang from a thin tyre. Couldn’t believe it. Luckily had my spare tube with me – the 1½ inch slit was irreparable. Picked up the photo book and Al Alvarez Life After Marriage. Picked up my bike.

After lunch, the sun still shone so I went into the Dingle. And Ruth has just begun to cry so…

[Ruth was four months old. I looked after her on Sunday’s while her mother worked. I worked five days a week in Dudley, cycling the Rabbit Run – 22 miles there and 22 back.]

2017 Filey


Worked mostly on the Cortis family as it was the last day of FMP’s free access to World databases. I realised early on that I had been mistaken in falling hungrily on Edward as being the champion cyclist’s son. Quite by chance happened upon Herbert Bruce and the name rang a bell! Sure I “found” him two or three years ago. Bruce his mother’s maiden name rather than the Oz jokey handle. The top find though was William Smithson’s Last Will with a couple of codicils. He named his grandchildren as Herbert, Edward, Percy, Alan,  Edith and Esther. I wonder if any of these were Jane Maria’s children. Or even Alice Weddell! That young lady niggled me. She was 19 when last seen in the 1871 census. Varying my search terms I found a plea on a Google group for help in finding Alice and her sister – beneficiaries in some geezer’s will. Several people offered good English info but none made the Oz connection so, although it was five years ago I emailed the enquirer asking if he had tracked Alice down. Blow me, only a few minutes after I sent it I found that Alice had married an Oliver J Hobbs in Australia. I think she was approaching 40 by this time but I was pleased she had survived to maturity.

Another find brought a burst of spontaneous tears. A 1931 article by Sir Max Pemberton printed in the Hull Daily Mail title Sport I Have Seen in 50 Years contained this remark: –

Herbert Cortis, a young doctor, was the hero of those days and, in my view, indisputably the greatest racing bicyclist that ever lived. I have often seen him at Stamford Bridge mow down a whole field in the straight after being a hundred yards behind at the beginning of the last lap. His sporting powers were terrific and nobody of his day could live against them. He was the first bicyclist to ride twenty miles within the hour. Once, at a county meeting, an old friend of mine, George Jeffery, an international rugby footballer, nearly beat Cortis by an unexpected rush in the straight and the doctor’s surprise was amusing to see. “Who the devil are you?” he asked cheerfully when the race was over.

At the rate I’m going I’ll be lucky to put up one churchyard post a week when the blog gets going. But then families like the Cortises are, perhaps thankfully, rare. I may find very little information in no time at all for most of the people who lie beneath.

[Herbert Liddell Cortis on the Shared Tree.]

The Funny Thing about Fascism

Beach 107 · Filey Sands


No lockdown.

Three Widows

On the 5th of November 1852, Flamborough men John BAILEY, John MAJOR and George STEPHENSON went to sea “in pursuit of their calling”. Their fishing coble was turned over by the waves and all three drowned, “each leaving a widow to lament their bereavement”.

John Major’s body was soon recovered and laid to rest on the 7th. Jane, his widow, wasn’t a stranger to the graveyard.

Grave of John Major_straight
Photo courtesy Ann Davies

On his last day, John could not have known he would become a father again. His daughter, Jane, was born the following year, in July.

Widow Jane had been a minor when she married but signed the register with a neat hand (after a false start).


In 1861 she is living in Ship Inn Yard, Flamborough, with three children – Ann (12), William (10) and Jane (7). At the same address ten years later, young Jane is absent on census night, and William, now 20, is supporting the family by fishing. He marries two years later and sets up his own household. The enumerator in 1881 finds Jane in South Dalton, about thirty miles from Flamborough, working as a housekeeper to Henry Llewellyn CHOWEN, a single man, aged 38, and a land agent. He also employs Jane ELLERBY, widow Jane’s 14-year-old granddaughter as a servant. Jane the Elder is still Henry’s housekeeper in 1891. I don’t know if she stayed in post until his death in 1900 but at census the following year she is back in Flamborough with son William, a fish merchant now and a widower. It must have been a comfortable home because William’s three unmarried sons are all working and his daughter, yet another Jane, keeps house.

Widow Jane dies aged 87 in the winter of 1908. Find her on the Shared Tree.

The bodies of John Major’s drowned companions are not recovered for a week or more. John BAILEY is buried on 16 November and George STEPHENSON  two days later.


John married Frances HUNTER in 1849 and the couple had one son before death intervened. Frances is with 10-year-old William Hunter Bailey in Mosey’s Yard, Filey in 1861 but she dies before the next census, aged 50. She is buried somewhere in St Oswald’s churchyard but her headstone has been relocated to the north wall. You can find a photo of it as a memory on the Shared Tree.

Alice COCKCROFT married George in 1850 and only had time to have one child with him, a daughter, Mary. Shortly before she buried her husband she had seen her two sisters laid to rest, Esther in August aged 17 and Hannah in September aged 26. Alice and Hannah’s husband George BIELBY, bereft and both with infant daughters to raise, moved in together. They didn’t marry and it is nobody’s business whether the arrangement ever had a romantic dimension. Six successive census enumerators from 1861 to 1911 noted Alice’s status as George’s housekeeper – and their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Find Alice on the Shared Tree.

Bird 79 · Chiffchaff



Parental Advice

I’m not sure how old I was when my father warned me about a mutual acquaintance. “He will lie and look at you.”

Anthony S. Fauci, MD, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, said there is “no doubt” Donald J. Trump will be confronted with a surprise infectious disease outbreak during his presidency.

Healio: Infectious Disease News, January 11 2017


TruNews, 13 April 2020 Segment starts at 1:23:12

168px-Singapore_road_sign_-_Warning_-_Merge.svgThe manoeuvre on FamilySearch has become so much easier in the last couple of days – just in time to make the banishing of eleven Janes relatively painless. I was surprised that the majority were “Not a Match”, having been generated by christening sources for the Welburn children of Jane MILLINGTON. I have left this Jane ARTLEY for someone else to dispose of (and merge all HER dupes).

Jane ARTLEY christened January 23, 1815, at Burton Fleming near Bridlington, daughter of Robert (a farmer) and Mary. Married John TEMPLE in Scarborough, 1 October 1850. Both aged 34.

Sign credit: Government of Singapore – Land Transport Authority / Public domain

Townscape 53 · 199 Steps


A Worthy Man

Six days ago I took four children from their wrongful parents. Yesterday, I set about uniting them with the people who gave them life.

WELBURN_wm1692_FSTscreenfocusThe tick and crosses have to be re-evaluated. The children’s father was a William WELBURN born about 1841 but he didn’t marry a woman 27 years his senior. A record of marriage to the mother of his children eludes me but her maiden surname was quickly found in the GRO Births Index. MUSK. In the censuses, she was just Ann or Annie but registered as Ann Elizabeth by her parents, Robert and Mary Ann née HARDY. Robert was a mariner and he went where the wind blew whenever the census enumerator called, saying he was born in Beccles (Suffolk), Barnby (Norfolk) or Norwich. All three places are within a few miles of each other so he didn’t drift too far from a true course. Ann was the first of their thirteen children to be born.

The green tick indicated that a different, older William Welburn, William of the Four Wives, had married Ann Thickett on the date indicated. The FamilySearch Tree gave his mother as Jane ARTLEY, born 1817, and it wasn’t a great surprise that she is also considered to be the children’s grandmother. But she has competition.


All but Jane Artley have been generated by “the system” from christening sources and can be discarded because I found Jane LAYCOCK properly represented elsewhere on the Shared Tree. I have been unable to connect Jane Artley to either the Welburns or the Musks. She was the right age to marry John TEMPLE in Scarborough in 1850.

In addition to the four children given to the wrong William and Ann, the rightful parents had two more boys. Ernest, the youngest child, was about 21 months old when William went out fishing in Bridlington Bay and didn’t return home. A squall sprang up and upset the coble Straggler. Two others in the boat managed to grab hold of a short mast and an oar and made it to shore. William is reported to have said to Richard PURVIS, “I am done for” as the waves closed over him. The Driffield Times omits this poignant detail.


The widow isn’t named in the newspaper reports I have seen. The week after her loss, the takings from a concert in the Victoria Rooms were handed to Purvis and Wilson. Annie didn’t marry again and seems to have worked as a charwoman into her old age. On census night 1901, aged 59, she was sheltering six of her GILMOUR grandchildren. She died on 3 June 1907 and left her effects to William and Ernest. I can’t explain how a char amasses about £50,000 in today’s money.


Beach 106 · Speeton Sands