1834 Filey · Baptism A census return tells us that Elizabeth Ann STAMFORD was born in Hull, but she was baptised in Filey. She married a Norfolk-born sailor, Richard BORRETT, in Beverley in 1854. Filey Genealogy & Connections shows that their firstborn, Mary Elizabeth, reached adulthood and married, but their next two girls, Susannah and Ann Eliza, did not reach their first birthday.
Elizabeth Ann died aged only 27. In checking the burial register, I noticed that John Borrett, an infant, was laid to rest a few days later. The boy’s birth was registered, but the GRO Index gives the mother’s maiden surname as HEATH. I was already feeling sorry for Richard for the loss of two girls and his wife in the space of three years. To also lose a son would seem to be more than any man could endure.
I looked to the newspapers in the hope of finding the cause of Elizabeth Ann’s early death and found only this –
Records show that Richard married Isabella Hunter CAMBRIDGE in Hartlepool in 1867, and “Captain Borrett” expired at 54 Scarborough Street, Hartlepool on 19 November 1888. He was 54 years old.
1881 Filey · Birth I chose Edwin Percy because he was one of five children born to Joseph CRABTREE of Leeds and Emily TINDALL from Muston. There is not much information in Filey Genealogy & Connections about the family but it notes that Edwin was baptised privately at the Wesleyan chapel on 28 July, when he was four months old. This seems rather ominous and it is no surprise to see his death registered in the September Quarter of 1881.
The family continued to grow. Following Edith’s birth in Filey in 1883, Joseph Harrison arrived during a brief sojourn in Sunderland. The family moved back south and four more children were born in Scarborough. Mother Emily is found in the 1939 Register – in Tindall Street, Scarborough – with daughter Lilian and son in law Thomas MORLEY. She is “incapacitated” and died at the beginning of 1940, aged 87.
At first glance, only the parents are to be found on the Shared Tree. I have added Edwin.
1888 Filey · Death See Storms and Skerrys. (The Storm pedigree at Rootsweb may not load.)
The funeral took place on Saturday afternoon of Mr J. W. W. Sayers, of 85 Queen Street. Deceased, who was 62 years of age, was killed on the beach on Wednesday. It was a traditional fisherman’s funeral, and a short service took place outside the house. As the fishermen carried the coffin to the Church hymns were sung. The Ebenezer Methodist Church was crowded for the service. Deceased had done great work for the Ebenezer Church. The attendance included Major Braithwaite, and all Mr Sayers’ fellow fishermen and launchers, and fishermen from neighbouring seaside places. The service was conducted by the Rev. L. G. Beardsall and Mr W. C. Cammish was the organist.
The chief mourners were: Mrs J. W. S. Sayers (widow); Mr and Mrs M. Colling, Scarborough (daughter and son-in-law): Mr and Mrs A. Thorpe (daughter and son-in-law); Master Billie Colling and Master Eric Thorpe (grandsons); Miss Rebecca Sayers (sister); Miss S. Sayers (sister); Mr and Mrs G. Scales (sister and brother-in-law); Mr and Mrs T. Cappleman (sister and brother-in-law); Mrs Johnson (sister-in-law); Mr and Mrs J. Johnson (sister-in-law and brother-in-law); Mrs W. Cammish, Miss M. Scales, Mrs Belt, Mr and Mrs D. Scales, Miss J. Scales, Miss M. Wardell, Mr and Mrs M. Cammish (nephews and nieces); Mr T. Colling (uncle); Mr Cappleman, Bridlington, Mrs Scotter, Mrs Johnson, Mrs T. Cammish, Mrs R. Jenkinson, Mrs T. Jenkinson, Mr and Mrs R. Scotter, Mr and Mrs Wm. Jenkinson, Mr Jenkinson Cappleman (cousins); Mr Denk Major; Mr J. Owston (ex-coxswain, Scarborbugh life-boat); Mr W. Crawford (coxswain, Scarborough lifeboat): and many others. Mr T. Cowling carried out the funeral arrangements.
The Scarborough Evening News & Daily Post
See Anniversary of John William Sumpton Sayer’s Death, REDUX 18 January
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1974 Oxford
Saturday
Dan told a couple of stories today about his theatrical experiences. In Knuckle, which I saw last night, Douglas Wilmer forgot his lines twice. Dan remembered Flora Robson getting so hopelessly lost in Paulina’s long speech in Winter’s Tale that she couldn’t complete it. “She was a lovely old dear. In one play she had to eat a stew and my friend and I used to fight over the leftovers. She used to carry it off each night saying ‘ere you are boys, tuck in. We also used to fight over a piece of cake Beryl Reid used to throw in The Killing of Sister George. The best one of all was in a Dick Emery sketch using a whole chicken. When it came off it was covered in dust so we would tear off the skin before eating it.” “Did you have a whole chicken every night?” “Yes, it was one of those awful things from the Clarendon…”
1985 Coalbrookdale
Saturday
I was fourteen years old when I first noticed Orion’s Belt – through a steam train window on a journey from Swinton [Manchester] to Hull. Tonight the three perfectly aligned and spaced out (ha) stars pointing steeply down to Oilhouse Coppice. Walked the dark, hard path, cracking ice to Woodside, along the edge of the estate to Madeley Court.
A concert, first for years. The warm-up guy, Steve Tilston, made me feel young, (thanks pal). Rare these days. I used to hear this stuff in the early seventies, a mix of folk, blues, twangy guitar instrumentals; a mix of own compositions and borrowings – Big Bill Broonzy, a 17th-century Irish fiddler and a song by “the greatest folk singer of all time”, you’ll never guess – Elvis. Return to Sender. The guitar playing good – memories of my grotty bedsit in Newcastle-under-Lyme.
A long interval filled with the real South American music we’d come to hear from a group of English (?) lads calling themselves Incantation. The five musicians shocked me by their youth, first, then by the uncoordinated loudness of the first number. But it got better. The pan pipes, funny little guitars, flutes began to blend; the tunes entered the blood, the big drum beat and beat and pumped the stuff around. The high Andes, the altiplano of Bolivia, the pampa of Northern Argentina.
Ten years ago a return to New Zealand plan had included an overland trip from Rio to Lima. (Peru is a land long yearned for.) The Indian music on film soundtracks had always attracted me strangely (Aguirre, Flight of the Condor). This evening is probably the nearest I’ll get to the true sound of Inca music.
The boys, having made a small fortune from their first LP, have been to South America to make a video and collect new tunes from the dust blinded peasants of the Altiplano. I wondered if they played for these chaps. They seem to play well but can the Quechua speaking natives imagine a room full of well-fed, well clothed English folk paying £4 a head (£2 the unwaged) to hear their near to source music reconstituted, amplified, thrown out with jokey intros to an alien culture.
But the audience responded, willingly obeying instructions to clap hands, stand up and stamp feet and shout ‘Esso’ during Mariposa. We all clapped and cheered at the end, bringing the band back for three encores.
On the way back took the road by the brickworks. Walked down the middle of the road, the woods silent on either side, the trees silhouetted against the star-filled sky. Orion’s Belt turned in the meanwhile, almost horizontal above Strethill.
1825 Berwick · Birth Isabella CRAIK was born on the Scottish Border to John and Eleanor née CROW. John was a Coastguard so it is no surprise to find the family had moved some distance before the next child arrived. Elizabeth Allison first opened her eyes in Filey in 1832. Two years later, and four miles to the south, Ellen was born in Reighton.
Isabella married Richard Richardson HARRISON in Hull in 1854. Richard noted on his 1911 census form that seven living children had been born during 57 years of marriage and one had died, (The FamilySearch Shared Tree offers nine children.) In 1856, they named the second child John Craik, in memory of Isabella’s brother James, who had died the previous year aged 31. All of the children were born in Hutton Cranswick (Driffield Registration District), where Richard was Stationmaster. When the 1881 census was taken, Richard is Stationmaster in Filey. After retirement, he moved with Isabella to St John’s Avenue, Bridlington. Unmarried youngest daughter Isabel, 40, is with them in 1911 – as is granddaughter, Norah STEPHENSON, 24. (Her mother is the Harrison child who died before this census.)
Richard died towards the end of 1914 aged 86. Isabella, 89, followed a few months later.
1781 Mitford, Northumberland Researching Margaret DUNSMURE yesterday, I was very much taken by her husband’s reputation as an artist. If you search online for Robert Mitford artist (or painter) you will hit upon quite a few of his bird pictures. An unsuspecting distant cousin writes appreciatively of him here.
1889 Filey · Marriage I created an ID for James Francis CHAPLOW about eighteen months ago, when I put the headstone of his bride’s parents on the Shared Tree. I have little information about the newlyweds. I note a daughter Jane in RootsMagic, but there are no details about the family – and I am nearing the end of my working day!
A quick run through the GRO Index and a census check fails to locate the mysterious Jane but turns up six boys and two girls before 1911 – in Hull and under the variant family name CHAPPELOW. Good stock: 22 years of marriage and all eight children still living (ages 21 down to 2).
1711 Place not known · Death Curiously, the son of this William STORM, also William, married an Isabella HARRISON in 1826. An indication that the father had a short life – about 38 years. Born in Robin Hood’s Bay on 12 January 1873, mariner/fisherman Snr succumbed in a nameless place, not even “at sea”. His daughter Dorothy, three years old when he died, married Jonathan SKERRY and his great-grandsonJames (1805-1888) sleeps eternally in Filey St Oswald’s churchyard.
1944 Filey · Burial Giri LLEU was born in 1923 and probably hadn’t yet celebrated his 21st birthday when he became, it seems, a casualty of war. In FG&C Kath notes his address is given as RAF Filey, where the accommodation would house Butlins campers when peace broke out. Giri did not sleep long in Filey churchyard. Kath says his body was exhumed in October 1948 and taken across La Manche to be reburied in his home country. (Home Office Order 6961/921938.) I have been unable to find any more information about him.
Looking at Filey REDUX 