Friday, 19 June 2015

Ending Up in the Workhouse

It's a phrase you still hear to this day - 'we'll end up in the workhouse!' - despite the fact that they were finally abolished in 1948.  And now it turns out that, although we thought we were reviving an old rectory, we have actually and literally ended up in the workhouse.


It all started to emerge on Friday when we met with an architect, who had been recommended by friends.  Since we bought this property, we've had the idea of making money from it.  Not because we are particularly money motivated but because we think it will give us an opportunity to slow down and enjoy life a bit more (or, more likely, give us more money to spend on this money-pit of a house!), whilst offering other people a home.  A win-win in terms of both personal desires and public conscience.  So, the meeting with the architect was to discuss how we might discretely and sympathetically segregate or partition part of the house to create a secluded apartment for two.

The issue has been how to create access that would not be separate (as this creates all sorts of legal issues and, I have to admit it, tax penalties) but that would, nevertheless, not impact on us too much.  Initially, we had thought that we would use the top floor for this.  It seemed most logical but would mean that 'strangers' would be tramping up the main stairs, past our bedroom, to reach their flat, as the back stairs only go up one floor and are in the wrong part of the house for this anyway.

It's taken two or more years to realise that, actually, there are four rooms within the house that we can close off and that can be reached via the backstairs.  These stairs back on to Cuffer's lobby, as we call it, which is on the north side of the house. If we could turn the stairs round (or would a lift be cheaper than having a bespoke staircase made?), then the lodgers could enter via the lobby, go up the stairs and cause us, and them, no disruption.

Up the backstairs
Up, up, up
To the door at the top
We wanted to run these ideas past the architect but we also wanted to walk her round the house and test our other ideas.  The plan is that we will then treat the apartment as the next major project but, related to that and before it can happen, we will have to create further bathrooms, as we would lose our one and only bathroom to the lodgers.

The architect arrived on time, clutching a document in her hand.  She had found this on the local Council website (and, despite her having given us the link to it, we still can't access it ourselves).  It was a report on the context, history and evolution of the Old Rectory.  We couldn't believe it.  We had searched high and low for this kind of information and had even thought of commissioning the relevant department of the Council to undertake such an investigation for us.  But it has already happened and the report already exists.

This blew apart the plans for the apartment because the staircase that we were thinking of taking out turns out to be the original staircase.  In an earlier blog this year, I noted that, according to the Parish Register, the building of a new vicarage house began in 1809 and  that it was completed in the autumn of 1810, making the building 50 years younger than we had thought.  However, we now have a story that takes us back to around 1681.  

17th century door to 17th century stairs
This is what we have learned from this document.

The Old Rectory originated as a parochial workhouse, probably dating from 1681, which was set up to provide food and shelter for its less fortunate parishioners.  The entrance to this building was not at the front as it is now but was at the back.  You can just make out what was the porch, sitting between two chimney stacks, one of which is adorned with the corbels and a plaque.

The original porch (the bit above the lower flat roof with the white window), photo taken from the original courtyard
Corbels and plaque to the side of the original porch (just visible on the left)
The devoted reader may remember a much earlier blog where I talked about how these corbels are located in what would have been a fairly prominent position, clearly seen by passers-by.  The plaque, I said, supposedly bears the year '1581' along with initials, reputedly OG, the vicar at that time, and a craft or trade sign.  This needs further investigation now.  Perhaps the year is actually 1681 and not 1581 as this would have been right by the main entrance to the workhouse.  And the sign looks like a fish, which may have some religious significance in relation to workhouses - who knows?

The establishment of a workhouse was a legal requirement for each parish following the passing of the Poor Law of 1601.  This original building was an L-shape, consisting of the East and North wings, flanking two sides of a central courtyard.  The East Wing is currently the grand Georgian part of the house and the north has more of a cottage feel to it. At first I thought there must be some confusion as the report claimed that the grand East Wing probably accommodated the poor, while the North Wing is likely to have housed the warden but this theory takes shape as the report continues.

The East Wing
The North Wing (the green door leads into Cuffer's Lobby)
The central porch that formed the entrance to the workhouse led into a lobby outside my mum's sitting room and from there to two principal rooms on the ground floor, now our dining room and living room.  It is likely that the accommodation was divided into male and female rooms with dining hall on the ground floor and dormitories on the first and second.

This would have been the view to the courtyard from the previous front entrance
And this was the main entrance to the workhouse, cellar door to the right
The warden's wing had a central entrance, which was via what is now the pantry, which now has no external doorway.  This would have led to the spiral staircase (our back stairs), dividing the two main rooms on the ground floor (our breakfast room and mum's sitting room).

The entrance to the Warden's House in the pantry, which is a work in progress - but that's another blog!
The report confirms that the building was converted into a rectory in the early decades of the 19th century and it owes much of its present character and style to this conversion.  However, it also states that the work was financed by the Reverend William Jones who was in residency at this time.  This is incorrect according to my research.  It was in fact the Reverend Edward Rowden, who was in residence at this time and he took a mortgage of £850 to carry out the renovation.

Apparently, the work to the East Wing is typical of Regency fashions.  The window shutters, doors, main staircase, fireplaces, plasterwork and ironmongery are all Regency in style.  However, the North Wing which, if you remember, was where the warden probably lived, still retains a number of earlier fittings, including 17th century dormer windows, doors, cupboards and ironmongery.  The window on the top floor in the L-shaped room has interested all the visiting window companies.  This is, apparently, because it is a splendid example of a late 17th/early 18th century sash window.

A splendid example of a late 17th/Early 18th century sash window...apparently
The theory that the northern wing belonged to the warden is strengthened by the fact that these fixtures and fitting survived.  It was the lower status workhouse accommodation that had to be completely remodelled and this extensive remodelling left its scars, which meant that it had to be rendered.

So, the old rear of the house, the East Wing, became the new front with its facade remodelled in a 'polite' style to include the Venetian window, entrance porch and central gable adored with urns, whilst window openings were repositioned and resized.  In addition, a two storey extension was added at the back and a further two storey extension to the rear of the house, containing the new kitchen (currently still the kitchen) and service quarters.

In 1871, the house became a school run by husband and wife, John and Eliza Southwell.  By the time of the 1881 census, it was owned by the brewer, Francis Hambidge and his family, who lived here for 30 years.  Then called the Limes, in honour of the trees that line the boundary wall to the lane, the remainder of the courtyard was then filled in with a double storey, flat roofed extension with mock Tudor leaded winows - yes, the very windows that we have just had refurbished.  A number of sash windows were refurbished at this time.

And this is as far back and as far forward as we have so far.  There may be more of this document available; we need to follow that up with the architect.  However, the good news from all of this is that much of the 19th century character of this house has survived, despite its change of use to commercial offices.  We look forward to ensuring that it remains intact whilst it is in our care.  So you can breathe again if you were worrying.  The back stairs will stay.

Original 17th Century panelling at the bottom of the backstairs





Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Hot Diggity Dawg


For those millions of readers who think that our dog, the half Yorkshire/half Jack Russell called Sprocket, doesn't feature enough in this blog, here he is having just discovered how to dig the garden.  

Being a terrier, you would expect him to dig.  After all, the word 'terrier' comes from the Latin 'terra', meaning earth, and these dogs were bred to hunt rodents underground.  They are known to have a great instinct to dig, to the point of it becoming a behavioural problem.  However, to date, Sprock has shown no inclination.  He has other behaviour problems to distract him.  

Then yesterday I dug two holes to plant out two rosemary plants that were looking seriously dilapidated in the confines of plastic pots.  Sprocket decided to help.  And he set to with great gusto.  (By the way, the soil looks funny because it is the area where the leylandii trees were and is, therefore, covered in sawdust and shavings still.)










You have to admire his enthusiasm.  His digging was very helpful and the hole was soon big enough to put the rosemary plants in the ground at last.  The only problem was that Sprocket didn't seem to know when to stop.  And carried on digging the plants back out of the ground.  I think he needs to move on from 'Gardening 101: Digging' to 'Gardening 102: Planting'!


By the way, hot diggity dawg - an expression of extra excitement or anticipation, according to the Urban Dictionary.

Sunday, 14 June 2015

More on the Rowdens


We left the story of the Rowdens unresolved, wondering what had happened to Mrs Rowden and curious about why the Reverend Edward Rowden was living in the Old Rectory in 1841 with six month old Margaret, seven year old Elizabeth, eight year old Ellen and 25 year old John.  So what else can we find out about them?  It's amazing how much you can find out from just a few searches on Google...

Edward's father, Francis, married Sophia Goodenough in 1774.  She was from Buckland, which is now in Oxfordshire but was then in Berkshire. Edward, their first child, was born in 1781. He married Elizabeth Wetherall on 29th August, 1811.  He was 30 and had been the Vicar here for seven years.  Elizabeth was 28 and the youngest daughter of Dr Wetherall, Dean of Hereford and Master of University College, Oxford.

They wasted no time in having children.  One year later, in 1812, their first daughter, Sophia Elizabeth, was born.  Poor Elizabeth then went on to have a baby just about every year thereafter: Frances in 1813; Edward Wetherall in 1814; twins, Francis Marmaduke and Maria, in 1815; Harriet, who was born and died in 1817, George Croke in 1820, Jane Margaret in 1821 and Charles Wetherall in 1825.  Nine children in 13 years.  And how strange to have a female Frances and a male Francis? Was this not very confusing for all concerned?  Sadly, Elizabeth died aged only 45 on 9th September, 1825.  It may be that this was related to the birth of Charles, her fourth son and ninth child.

Six years later, in 1831, the Reverend Edward married again.  The bride was Ellen Frances, the eldest daughter of the Reverend Dr Ashfordby Trenchard of Stanton House, Stanford Fitzwarren.  Tragically, Ellen died just three years later in Cheltenham and, rather weirdly, on 8th September, the day before the anniversary of Elizabeth's death.  She was only 38 years old.  She left just one daughter, Ellen Trenchard, who was born in 1832.  This then is the eight year old Ellen who appears in the 1841 census.  But this still leaves unanswered the question of who are the seven year old Elizabeth, the six month old Margaret and the 25 year old John Rowden who were resident at the Old Rectory on the day of that census?  None of these appear to be Edward's children.  The search continues...

Ellen Trenchard Rowden, Daughter of Edward Rowden
I came across this photograph of Ellen, the daughter, whilst searching on the Internet.  It is captioned as follows:

A carte-de-visite portrait of Ellen Trenchard Rowden (1832-1918), photographed by 'Merrick' at Joseph Langridge's photographic studio, 33 Western Road, Brighton, 1862.  Inscribed in ink on the reverse 'Miss Rowden, 1862' and in pencil 'Oct 16th 1862'.  A modern hand has added 'Mrs R.E. Davies'.  Ellen Trenchard was the daughter of Rev Edward Rowden (1780-1869) and his second wife Ellen Ashfordby Trenchard (1796-1834).  Ellen Trenchard Rowden married Richard Edward Elkings Davies on 5th April 1864.

According to Wikipedia, the carte de visite was a type of small photograph, patented in Paris in 1854.  It was usually made of an albumen print, a thin paper photograph mounted on a thicker paper card.  It didn't gain widespread use until 1859 when Emperor Napoleon III's photograph was published in this format.  This made it an overnight success, resulting in 'cardomania' - the trend spread throughout Europe, America and then the rest of the world.

Each photo was the size of a visiting card and they were traded among friends and visitors.  Albums for the collection and display of cards became a common feature of the Victorian parlour.  Their immense popularity led to the publication and collection of photographs of prominent persons - or celebreties as we would call them today.  The cartes de visites lasted until the early 1870s when they were supplanted by cabinet cards, larger and mounted on cardboard backs, which remained popular until the early 20th Century, when the introduction of the Brownie camera meant that anyone could take a snapshot.

So, the history of photography and some history on the Rowdens.  But there is still more to be unearthed about Edward Rowden and the years when he was both vicar of H.... and resident of this house.










Monday, 18 May 2015

Piper at the Gates of Dawn

We were rudely awoken over the Easter break by someone shouting.  With all the walls around here, sound travels very oddly so it is often not entirely clear where it is coming from.  It seemed to be from the Lane.  Or was it someone at our gates?

S pulled back the shutters and looked out.  It was a man.  Dressed as Grayson Perry.  Holding the railings of the gate and shouting 'Christian Racists!'  Cheek!  We are neither.

At seven o'clock in the morning.

Odd.




Monday, 4 May 2015

Bed Making

It's been ages since I blogged about our goings on.  And lots has gone on, I think.  We have sloughs of despondency, despair and hopelessness as we meander along this unending journey with the only deadline being the demise or infirmity of one or other of us (or both, simultaneously!) or some catastrophic financial failure.  At times such as these, this blog comes into its own.  Scrolling back over the posts since those early days, which seem far in the past now, puts everything into perspective and shows how far we have come and how much we have done.  We're invigorated at the moment, just as the Spring is enticing the garden to burst into activity, we are simultaneously leaping about with paint brushes, spades, hammer and tongs.  And making progress.

So, let's start with the thrill that is my new asparagus bed.  I have hankered after such a bed for some time and now that hankering has come to fruition.  I have read about what to do, watched Youtube videos and then I took the plunge and ordered 20 asparagus crowns from Sarah Raven.  Far too many as it turned out but half have gone to a good home so I don't feel too guilty.  We have Millennium for the main season and Gijnlim, an earlier cropping variety.  They are the vegetable garden caviar, according to Sarah, so much sweeter and lovelier if freshly picked.  But you need to be a patient gardener (exit S, stage left) as the roots need time to develop so you have to leave the plants to shoot and flower, not picking until year three.

The instructions said to soak the asparagus well before planting.  I left it in this bucket for a good couple of days, having forgotten about it once I'd put it in.  However, it doesn't seem to have come to any harm.


This was the selected bed, which is the one that we got last year to add to the two that we already had.  A fourth has now arrived to make up the set.



Each asparagus crown looks like an octopus with long dangling roots like legs.  You make a ridge in the soil, lay the asparagus on top and then spread out its legs.



I planted ten, five per row, 30cms apart.  The white stuff is GrowMore or something, just to help it along.


And while I was busy making my asparagus bed, someone else was making his own bed.  And lying in it.






Tuesday, 10 February 2015

Glazing Over

The title of this blog refers of course to you, dear reader, who must be glazing over at the very thought of yet again hearing about our casement windows.  They left us last year and are yet to return, having been away for something like nine months.  And, no, this isn't due to the fact that our windows are being crafted to the standard of those that grace Sainte-Chapelle in France.  It means that they got left in a corner of the workroom, we suspect, and forgotten.  We have had an 'exchange' with the company in question and are now negotiating a date for their return home.  Of course, if the windows are wonderful, then all will be forgiven and forgotten.

Sainte-Chappelle Windows and NOT the Pantry Windows - Just in Case of Confusion!

Needless to say, having waited all this time, before the windows can actually be refitted, we have discovered that some work needs to be done.  Firstly, to one of the windows in what we call the 'Long Room' - actually two rooms, which are on the top floor.  Secondly, we need to repaint the outside of the windows on the gin terrace.

You can get to the window on the top floor by going by ladder to the flat roof above my mum's downstairs loo and then going up another ladder so that you are standing on the flat roof above the bathroom.  We went up this morning to inspect our trusty builder's work in progress.

The 'Long Room' Window Undergoing Repair
And Another Bit of Roof in Need of Repair

I do love our roof tiles.  Here's a picture just of them in close up.  But I worry greatly at the thought that they might ever need to be replaced or repaired.  Think of the cost!

Lovely Old Roof Tiles

S has spent the past week preparing the windows and has done a pretty good job, if I say so myself.  We are particularly pleased that the lintels are in such good condition and no, we won't be painting them.  However, you might note that the pointing above the lintel is terrible so we intend to scrape it out and have our first go at re-pointing under the supervision of our trusty builder.


This is the middle of the three lower windows.  The frame is not bad, although the sill is not great, as you can see from the second photo.  Again, very happy with the lintel.  (Easily pleased nowadays!)  I should point out that the glass that you see here is temporary and sprayed over because this is my mum's downstairs loo!



The sill of the pantry window has had it and will be replaced.  You don't have to be an expert to work this out, as you will see from the following photographs.



However, the rest of the window seems to be in pretty good nick.  Thankfully.


It was a glorious day on Sunday.  Cold but spring-like with a wonderful blue sky.  I took some pictures of the chimneys while we were up on the roof.  It is very sheltered on the flat roofs as they are in the middle of the u-shape of the house, sheltered on three sides and facing south.  It made us contemplate whether, after all this trouble, we should change the window in the long room to a door and have a roof terrace up there.  However, it's not an immediate priority...




There are some big holes in the walls, which become more apparent from up high.  I dread to think what is getting into them, although I have seen birds flying in and out on the west-side and goodness knows where the squirrels go when they head up the front of the house to the third floor.  All very worrying.  Best not to come up here really!


However, as well as excellent chimney views, there were also good views of the plaque (or datestone) and the three corbels.  All of which are still in need of restoration.  I've read somewhere that the date is 1581 and the initials 'OC', the vicar at that time.  But now can't seem to find my source for that. And is the sign a fish as in the Christian symbol?  More information on this to follow, I think.  Note that you can make out the faces on two of the corbels.






But back to the windows.  How could we get distracted by roof views!  They are now primed and awaiting a decision from our Conservation Officer about what colour we can use.  We are hoping to paint them a Cotswold green or cream.  I am hoping that brilliant white will be unacceptable, given the age of the property.  However, I have to admit that I quite like this battleship grey.






They look better already, don't you think?

When I'd finished painting, S looked at the instructions.  'Do not paint at temperatures less that 8C', it said.  Oh.