As I prepared to post yesterday I noticed I’d married Ann Tindall to a chap called Nicholas Cook. I sorted out my mess this morning – without understanding how I made such an error. Anyway, here are baptism and marriage screenshots that help to establish Nathaniel and Ann in their world.
Thomas (second from left, middle row) with comrades, somewhere in France?
He is remembered on the Filey War Memorial, on a plaque in St Oswald’s Church, online here and here, and on the family headstone in St Oswald’s churchyard (link in header).
1893 · Eric Rede BUCKLEY ·GSV1-C9J & Gertrude HAWORTH
The couple married in St Oswald’s. Gertrude was the 13th of fourteen children born to Filey’s “Old Doctor” and Jane BURY but she would have just one child with the Reverend Eric. The known journeys of their forebears to late-Victorian Britain couldn’t be more different. The Haworths and Burys disappear from the Shared Tree in next to no time, whereas the Buckleys keep on branching towards the dawn of historical time. On my first trip, I was captured by generations of Irish Kings. Exploration is recommended. But what happened to Eric, Gertrude and their daughter Janet Constance?
Ten years ago I wrote a lengthy article on the Reverend Basil Kilvington WOODD for Looking at Filey. There is a mercifully shorter Redux piece under the imaginative title Reverend B K Woodd here.Two items in the Scarborough Mercury of 17 January 1880 may be of interest.
NATIONAL SUNDAY SCHOOL
A meeting was held in the School-room, on Friday evening, chiefly composed of the Sunday-school children, their parents and friends. The Rev. B. K. Woodd, the late vicar, said when he came to Filey six years ago there was no Sunday-school, but he was glad to say that so far his efforts, assisted by his wife, who had gone all over the parish seeking up the children, had been crowned with success, and he hoped that the good work they had begun would be carried forward by his successor, and that all children would attend school as usual. He thanked the many friends who had so ably assisted in the school, for if it had not been for their kind assistance his efforts would have been to no avail. Recitations, scripture passages, songs, &c., were then given by the children in capital style. Mrs. Woodd then distributed prizes to the children, according to merit, for attendance, behaviour, and intelligence. The Benediction was then pronounced by Mr. Woodd, whereupon Mr. R. Cammish ascended the platform accompanied by Mr. Harrison, and uncovered a beautiful encased clock with elaborate ornaments and also a silver ink-stand, which he said had been subscribed for by the parishoners of Filey, as a token of their esteem for the vicar and his wife. Mr. Harrison then made the presentation, remarking that during the six years Mr. Woodd had officiated at Filey he had made most praiseworthy progress in the arrangements at the church and all local matters that he had to do with. Mr. Woodd responded, saying that they had acknowledged their humble services far more than they deserved. He and his family would ever remember the kindness they had been shown to them during their short stay among them, and would value their handsome gifts as long as they lived. The meeting was dispersed.
On Sunday the Rev. B. K. Woodd preached two farewell sermons to his parishioners in the parish church. Towards the conclusion of the morning sermon, he said that [his time in the] parish was fast drawing to a close, and he prayed that God’s blessing might remain amongst them. In the evening the church was crowded to overflowing, and at the end of the sermon, the vicar said: -My dear parishioners and friends, I beg to call your attention to the close of my ministry here tonight. Such a time cannot be referred to without a certain amount of feeling. I have not sought the new living I am going to, neither have I had any selfish motives in accepting it. If my preaching in this parish has been the means of sowing good seeds, I hope they will take root and bear fruit. Many sermons have been preached within these grand old walls that have stood for 700 years. God grant that many have been blessed by them. I go forward with this consolation, that I have tried to do my duty, and trust that you will follow me with your prayers to carry out my mission of love for which Jesus died. I trust that God’s blessing may rest with you, brightening your paths, and filling you with His heavenly love and grace until this life is over.
An infant with this name died in Scarborough before his first birthday but “our Robert” appears in the 1871 census with his parents, two sisters and brother Harrison. After that, I lose them. (Father Gibbon is Gibson in some sources and mother Sarah‘s maiden name in birth registrations is “McNee” rather than McKee.)
Jane was born at Ganton, ten miles inland from Filey, when her uncle John was the sixth of the LEGARD baronets. The daughter of Digby Legard and Frances CREYKE, she married the second son of William WILBERFORCE, four years after the great man’s death. She died childless in 1854. Her husband, the Reverend Robert Isaac Wilberforce, died three years later in Italy. Robert first married a Hunmanby WRANGHAM – and so did his granddaughter Evelyn Agnes. The Wilberforce line comes to an end whilst the Wranghams continue to the 21st century. There may be family connections to Filey but, so far, I haven’t noticed any.
Francis and Mary are not related by blood. They married in St Oswald’s when Mary was thirty and Francis about six years younger. I have nine children born to them, the last two not reaching their first birthday, when Mary was 45/47 years old. FamilySearch has a tenth child, a second Jane born in 1813.
Wife of James “Fatty” Cammish and grandmother of Martin Douglas, who kindly donated the photograph below to Looking at Filey.
Mary Ethel with Martin and Helen
1851 · Nathaniel COOK
Born in 1758, he was still working as a school teacher in 1841, living in Church Street with his wife Ann née TINDALL. He is the maternal grandfather of Elizabeth CHEW, who drowned with her husband William AGAR on passage from London to Shields in 1839. (See Anniversaries, 7 January.) Not yet found on the Shared Tree.
…A series of TV programmes, Pioneers of Photography, began last night with Fox Talbot. Very enjoyable considering my almost total lack of interest in “early” photographers. But, yesterday, I went to visit Dan in his daytime hell, Beaver House, and among the books he offloaded onto me was Famous Men and Fair Women, a badly water damaged collection of Julia Margaret Cameron’s photographs. The pictures themselves are unharmed except for a slight damp wrinkle. It is the white borders that have suffered. I might be able to rescue all the plates and put them against fresh, unsullied backgrounds. Worth the effort despite my lack of interest?
Dan has not been feeling well lately and has stopped talking to everyone. His sister thinks she has cancer of the bladder and Jumbo has been awful recently. Dan hit him on Sunday with a plastic bucket and the poor old chap cried over the sink “What did you do that for?” No one sits in my old chair next to Dan. “I am avoided.”