Girl Hawk

Work on the Clays of Rastrick has been set back a little by the acquisition of RootsMagic 8. The program is a major upgade on 7 and is taking some getting used to. But today a search for more Clay information turned up a totally unexpected and curious connection between a female Belgian cyclist and Filey’s own “wheel world” champion.

The Yorkshire Post and Leeds Intelligencer of 29 September 1910 carried a report on flights made at Burton Aerodrome. Present in the crowd were Mr A J CLAY, managing director of Bass & Company (the Brewers), and Wilfred and Arthur Clay. The Rastrick and Filey Clays were in a quite different line of business and I don’t think the two families are connected. (Rastrick is over ninety miles north of Burton upon Trent.)

It was not until twenty minutes past three that Mdlle. Dutrieu’s Farman biplane was wheeled out of the hangars, and shortly afterwards M. de Lesseps entered the arena with his beautiful Bleriot racer, his appearance being signalled by a cheer.

Miss Dutrieu had a long life filled with adventure, excitement and achievement – but this is minimally represented on the FamilySearch Shared Tree. You will learn more about her at the Smithsonian, and more still here.

In 1895, Helene “gained the women’s world record for distance cycled in one hour”, thirteen years after Filey-born Herbert Liddell CORTIS was the first man to cycle over twenty miles in sixty minutes.

A couple of months before the Girl Hawk soared over Burton, Robert BLACKBURN opened his Flying School at Filey. I wonder if she visited the town.

Metal 18 · Arndale Piles

Yacht Club

Old Days

1983 Coalbrookdale

Sunday

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

Monday

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

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No lockdown.

Penny Farthing Thoughts

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George Toyn COLLEY is a first cousin once removed to Anne Elizabeth GRAINGER (Wednesday’s post), and the only one of George Colley and Sarah TOYN’s children to live longer than five weeks.

The photograph, kindly supplied by Alan Hardcastle, (George Toyn’s great-grandson), is undated but was probably taken in Wandsworth or Lambeth in the mid to late 1880s. Reaching the age of 21 in 1883, George had received a bequest from his father and used the money to start a bicycle business in London. High wheelers were all the rage in that decade but, as you can easily imagine, were somewhat dangerous to ride in competitive races. The introduction of “safety bicycles” in the 90s saw the penny-farthing go out of fashion.

George apprenticed in Beverley as a bricklayer. The 1881 census caught him there aged 19, living with cousin Robert PAPE. Ten years later he is a married man in Wandsworth with two infant children – and working as a bricklayer. His bicycle business had failed.

Considering his reasons for leaving a steady trade to speculate in a new-fangled and fast-moving business (sorry, couldn’t resist), I thought of Filey’s World Champion racing cyclist, Herbert Liddell CORTIS. He was “at his zenith” in the years 1878 to 1880, riding in 128 races, winning over half, and amassing trophies valued at £1500 (about £140,000 today). On the 2nd of August 1882, aged 25, he had his last race, breaking several distance records on the way to becoming the first man to ride twenty miles in an hour.

Did Herbert’s renown encourage the Filey born bricklayer to sell bicycles? For a short time, the Colley and Cortis families had been near neighbours in Filey, the one at Cliff Terrace and later 6 North Street, the other on the corner of North and John Streets. George was only three when his father died, and four when he was orphaned. Soon after, the Papes in Beverley took him in as one of their own. Herbert was five years older and the two may never have met but news of the champ would surely have reached George by the early 80s, and perhaps influenced his move to London and the career change.

George reached his majority on 17 August 1883. Two weeks earlier, and the day after his Final Race, Herbert had married Mary BRUCE. Four days after George’s 21st, Herbert and Mary set sail for Australia on the Carlisle Castle. Herbert died just over three years later in Carcoar, New South Wales.

George Toyn married on 26 December 1885 and had four children with Charlotte WARLEY. The “Spanish ‘flu” took Charlotte in 1918 and George died in Croydon in July 1940.

You can find George and Herbert on the Shared Tree. Herbert has a blue plaque on the Evron Centre wall in Filey.

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Herbert Gets What He Deserves

Thanks to Richard at the Bike Shop, Gail and others, Filey’s World Champion has received local recognition for his exploits on the track, way back in the 1880s. His blue plaque was unveiled in John Street this afternoon, for all to see 24/7.

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Fellow Briton Chris BOARDMAN rode 35 miles in an hour in 1996 – but not on a penny farthing.

FindHerbert on FamilySearch Tree, and the following posts about him, and his family, on Looking at Filey & Redux.

In the Wheel World 13 April 2011

Good at Cycling 3 Aug 2012

Cycling in Filey 6 Mar 2013

A Marriage Made in Cyberspace 3 Oct 2017

Minna, Lost 4 Nov 2017

Setting the Record Straight 5 Nov 2017

One Spring in Wintringham 7 Nov 2017

Dr Cortis Speaks 12 Nov 2017

Champion 28 Nov 2017

I visited the grave of his mother and younger brother this morning.

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Julian Gets What He Didn’t Deserve

Chris Hedges, Truthdig

Champion

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Herbert Liddell CORTIS was baptized in St Oswald’s Church, Filey, this day 1857. He would grow up to be admired and loved in the countries of his birth and death.

The image above is from a cigarette card that came to me a few months ago from the Veteran Cycle Club via Balham. It was a great thrill to see what my Filey Hero looked like! The card celebrated one of Herbert’s athletic feats: –

H.L. Cortis, Wanderers B.C. The first cyclist to ride 20 miles in an hour. (Crystal Palace Track, 27th July, 1882, 20 miles 300 yards.)

A week later Herbert married Mary Elizabeth Ann BRUCE. Readers of the Cape Times would not learn of this happy event until the 4th September.

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CORTIS Herbert Liddell (son of DR. CORTIS) to BRUCE Mary (daughter of James BRUCE) on 3rd August 1882 at Kennington, London, England

Mary had been born in the Cape and if the news piqued the curiosity of people there who knew the Bruce family they may have been surprised to learn later that the couple had sailed to a new life in Australia.

Herbert has a LaF Wiki page, where you will find links to his pedigree on the FamilySearch Tree, and to three posts on the Looking at Filey blog.

His early death saddened the cycling fraternity in England and Australia and two subscription projects led to memorials honouring his name.

The area of Surrey around Ripley was a particular focus of cycling activity for about thirty years in the late 19th century. The Anchor Inn was the destination of choice, as much for the attentions of the Dibble sisters as the liquid refreshment. Across the road, the Parish Church was a natural home for Herbert’s memorial plaque.

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Photograph © Ripley Parish Church, courtesy Reverend Chris Elson

The “Mecca of all good cyclists”: Ripley Road is a rich and detailed account of a corner of the cycling world that had taken a son of Filey to their hearts.

Twelve thousand miles away the cyclists of New South Wales contributed to the cost of a red granite monument at his grave in Bathurst Cemetery.

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Photographer: Lindsay Clarke, January 2012

In memory of the English bicyclist, Herbert Liddell Cortis, died at Carcoar, N.S.W., December 28, 1885, aged 28. Primus Inter Pares, and amateur champion of the world. This stone is erected by the cyclists of New South Wales.

In a speech given at the monument’s unveiling, Mr. Arthur Fry said that they were gathered “to pay tribute to the cyclist who in his day was the finest rider the world had known”.

This sentiment was echoed in an article printed in The Hull Daily Mail in 1931.Under the title Sport I Have Seen in 50 Years, Sir Max Pemberton wrote: –

Herbert Cortis, a young doctor, was the hero of those days and, in my view, indisputably the greatest 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, afterwards 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.

Herbert and his challengers rode high wheelers. These formidable machines haven’t disappeared entirely. The YouTube video embedded in this Guardian article makes it easier to imagine the races of 135 years ago.

In the place he was born, Herbert is largely forgotten or unknown. The only public remembrance of him is the inscription on the headstone placed on his mother’s grave sometime after his father’s death in New South Wales in 1906.

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A Marriage Made in Cyberspace

William Smithson CORTIS practiced medicine in Filey for over ten years. In that time his wife, Mary Jane née GREEN, gave birth to five children.  Two of three sons survived into adulthood and both qualified as doctors. The elder, William Richard,  blazed an adventurous trail to Australia and father, stepmother, brother, and two sisters duly followed him there. You may find a fourth son recorded in a British Census but “Albert” is a mistranscription of Herbert who, when not treating people for ailments, was thrilling those who turned up at cycle racing tracks in the early 1880s. Herbert Liddell CORTIS became widely recognized as the greatest cyclist of his generation and was still being remembered as such forty years after his death.

William Richard had a longer life, dying at 61 in Perth, Western Australia, at the beginning of 1909. He packed a great deal into his span – a shipwreck, fighting in a war, owning racehorses, becoming an MP, giving evidence in murder trials and being charged with an unlawful killing himself. He married three times and none of his brides were Anne Barnby HILL.

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Link to pedigree

Blame “the system”!   Humans make mistakes like this too, of course. When I happened upon this marriage a couple of days ago I was quite prepared to accept it. The Australia connection fooled me initially but I went back to old notes and recently donated information and began to find more credible pieces of the Cortis Family jigsaw.

Titanic was not the first White Star Line vessel to hit an iceberg. In 1864 one of the company’s first steam-powered sailing ships, Royal Standard, got into a scrape in the South Atlantic. The people onboard lived to tell the tale, the ship making her way to Rio de Janeiro for repairs and then returning to Liverpool, her home port. The ship’s luck ran out in October 1869 when she was wrecked on the coast of Brazil. William Richard Cortis, on his way to Australia, was among the survivors.

William returned home rather than continue his journey to the antipodes and within a year had married Mary Julia MOORE in Camberwell. The newlyweds almost immediately sailed for the Australian Colonies but Mary Julia soon died in Tambaroora of tuberculosis, aged 23.

On 15th January 1873, William married Florence FYANS, daughter of the late Captain FYANS (4th King’s Own Regiment and formerly Commissioner of Crown Lands for the Western District, Victoria), at Christ Church, St Kilda, Melbourne. By the time William is reckoned to have married Anne Barnby Hill, Florence had borne one son and was pregnant with another. They would go on to have nine children together – and then divorce about 1905.

I haven’t found any evidence that William took up with a younger woman while still married to Florence but, as he approached sixty, Edith (family name not yet found) became the doctor’s third wife. On the 5th October 1908, The West Australian was reporting her funeral “in the Anglican portion of the Karrakatta Cemetery”. The screen image of the death notice is too heavily printed to be sure but, aged 23 or 28, Edith died well before her time.

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(Family Notice via Trove.)

Within three months, William Richard Cortis was also dead. On the 6th January 1909, The Geraldton Express reflected on “A Varied Career”.

Dr. William Richard Cortis died suddenly yesterday at the W. A. Club. He was over 60 years of age, and during his career had been a prominent surgeon, legislator, soldier, and magistrate. During the past six or eight months he acted as Resident Medical Officer at Kookynie. He came to the city about a month ago, having obtained leave. For two or three years he held the position of Resident Magistrate and Medical Officer at Derby. The post-mortem examination revealed the fact that the cause of death was angina pecoris (sic), and although the deceased had taken a quantity of morphia to alleviate the pain, this had nothing whatever to do with his end. Deceased was a man of fine physique, but during the last year he was overtaken by a trouble which no doubt undermined his health, and this was accelerated by the recent death of his wife, which preyed on his mind. Last year, while Resident Magistrate and Medical Officer at Derby, he was called upon to stand his trial on three separate occasions for the alleged unlawful killing of a man named Gerald Ascione.

William Richard’s short-term in Government is officially recognized here.

My thanks to Elizabeth Kennard (USA) and Peter Donkin (Australia) for kindly offering information on the Cortis Family that might otherwise have remained hidden from me. I have several more leads to follow and hope soon to make the necessary corrections to the pedigree on FamilySearch. I won’t be at all surprised to discover that the William who married Anne Barnby HILL and William Richard are cousins with a recent common ancestor just three generations back in north Lincolnshire. CORTIS isn’t a common name.