Tuesday, 4 August 2020

Rev. Henry Lloyd Bickerstaffe ..... A Victorian Scandal ...by Tony Goulding

I have recently embarked on a project to record all the clergymen who have served in the various churches of Chorlton-cum-Hardy. 

St Clement's Church, 1920
In the process I have come across this story of the Rev. Bickerstaffe. Although he was only at St. Clement’s for nine months in 1855 I think it a story worth telling; involving as it does a bigamous, drunken, wife-beating cleric who came to a sticky end.
   
Henry Lloyd Bickerstaffe was born in Chirk, Denbighshire, North Wales, where he was baptised on the 28th December 1825. His parents were Rev. Roger Bickerstaffe, the curate of Chirk, and his wife Ann (nee Lloyd) who married, in Chirk, on 27th December 1808.


From, August 1842 to June 1844 he was a pupil at Repton, a Public School in Derby, Derbyshire and went on to Jesus College, Oxford University.

In 1848 he commenced training for the Church of England ministry at St. Bee’s Theological College in Cumberland and, whilst he was there, he met Elizabeth Mona Brougham Drew the daughter of the Rector of Youghal, Co. Cork, Ireland, Rev. Pierce William Drew. After his ordination Rev. Bickerstaffe was briefly an assistant curate at the parish church at Dove Bank, Derby Road, Uttoxeter, Staffordshire, before travelling to Ireland to marry Miss Drew, in Youghal Co. Cork on the 9th October, 1851 and on returning to England took up the curacy at Thorne Nr. Wakefield, Yorkshire.

Assigned to curacy at St. Andrew’s, Ancoats, Manchester in 1853 moving to Chorlton-cum-Hardy as a curate, assisting Rev. Birley, in 1855. He later held a curacy at the Holy Trinity Church, Poulton-le-Sands, Morecambe Bay, Lancashire.  He became increasingly unsettled with no stable employment and by now with four children (Francis, Pierce William, Roger, and Harry Roger) to support his relationship with his wife soured and he turned to drink for solace.

He became violent after these bouts of heavy drinking and this eventually led to Rev. Bickerstaffe separating from the family home, by this time in the Headingly area of Leeds, Yorkshire, in late January 1859. After arranging to live apart for five years in order that he could address his problem alcohol consumption he promptly disappeared and was not heard of for nearly a year.

He secured a position as a curate for Rev. H. Blankner the invalid incumbent of Thursley, Nr. Godalming, Surrey and in April 1859 embarked on an ill-fated relationship with Miss Campbell who was paying a visit to the rectory. Despite Miss Campbell’s charms and his prospects of gaining access to her £5,000 fortune Rev. Bickerstaff could not keep off the drink and after causing a scene when he drunkenly fell off the Rector’s coach, he was dismissed his post and ejected from the rectory.

In spite of this occurrence and the cautionary advice of her family Miss Campbell still agreed to the wedding taking place. Even after being “left at the altar” when the first ceremony had been arranged for the 15th October, 1859 she still persisted only to be told, by her brother, on her honeymoon in Cambridge that her new “husband” was a bigamist.

In January 1860, Henry Lloyd Bickerstaffe appeared in court in Leeds, Yorkshire on charge of bigamy. He had been arrested in the Bee Hotel in Abergele, Nr. Rhyl, North Wales, after spending nearly three months “on the run” around the country.

He did not refute the charge and after evidence was given that he had entered a “marriage” with Anna Maria Campbell at Bartlow, Nr. Linton, Cambridgeshire on the 8th November 1859, while his “first” wife was still alive; he was convicted at the York Assize Court on the 7th March 1860 and sentenced to three years “penal servitude”. On his release from prison, the by then Mr. Harry Lloyd Bickerstaffe “re-married” Anna Maria Campbell on the 19th November, 1862 in the church of St. Nicholas, Kenilworth, Warwickshire, which he was free to do; his first wife having obtained a divorce, at the Probate and Divorce Court, York, on the grounds of his adultery and bigamy on Friday, 19th July, 1861. Two days before this wedding Harry L. Bickerstaffe obtained a passport and subsequently no further trace of him appears in the available official records.

However, the Repton School Register, published in 1905, does reveal that he died at Caen in Normandy, France and “The Globe” newspaper of 22nd December, 1868 carries his death notice, he died “on 15th inst. at Caen, Normandy, suddenly from the effects of a severe fall” Mrs. Anna Maria Bickerstaffe appears, as his widow, in the 1881 census living at Cotmaton Hall, Sidmouth, Devon where she died on 22nd November, 1883.

Henry Lloyd Bickerstaffe’s first wife, remarried in the June quarter of 1870 in Wellingborough, Northamptonshire to Charles, the third of the nine children of Rev. Daniel Brent the vicar of Grendon, Northamptonshire, who was 15 years her junior.

After living for a time in Elesmere, Shropshire where her new husband worked as a cashier for the Earl Brownlow, emigrated to the  United States of America, where she settled in Kerriville, Texas a town in which her brother-in-law was already established in a druggist business.

Mrs. Elizabeth Mona Brent died, aged 86, on the 13th July 1916 and was buried in the churchyard of St. Mary’s Church Winterbourne, Wiltshire. One of her (and Harry Lloyd’s) sons is buried with her.

Francis Bickerstaffe
Rt. Rev. Monsignor Count Francis Browning Drew Bickerstaffe-Drew C.B.E.

He had converted to Roman Catholicism while at Pembroke College Oxford and became a prominent Roman Catholic army chaplain, prelate, and author of several novels. He died on the 3rd July 1928 at 2, De Vaux Place, The Close, Salisbury, Wiltshire.

Another of Henry Lloyd’s sons, Pierce William Drew Bickerstaffe, emigrated to New Zealand where the electoral directories from 1893 onwards record him as a “rabbiter” and a shepherd in the Wairarapa District of Wellington in New Zealand’s South Island. He died there on the 25th March 1927.

Of his remaining two sons not, much is revealed in the records apart from the youngest child, Roger living with Henry Lloyd's father the Rev. Roger Bickerstaffe, then at Hoole, Great Broughton, Cheshire though still the nominal rector of Boylestone, Derbyshire.

After his grandfather died in November 1861 young Roger vanishes from civil records.

Tony Goulding © 2020

Sources; Findmypast, Free BMD, Find a Grvae

Pictures; St. Clement's Church, Chorlton-cum-Hardy A.H. Clarke m70278, courtesy of Manchester Libraries, Information and Archives, Manchester City Council, http://images.manchester.gov.uk/index.php?session=pass remaining image courtesy of Tony Goulding, Monsignor Francis Bickerstaff-Drew, pre 1913

Chorlton’s street furniture ……. No 1, a brush, a bowl and a bike

Nothing more exceptional ……..


Early morning walk on a Saturday on Barlow Moor Road








Location; Chorlton



Pictures; Brushes and bowls, DIY & Household, two bikes, 2020, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Monday, 3 August 2020

Of conquests, ethnic cleansing and a tourist trade


It was the little old man who first caught our attention on one of the adventures in the old town.

He was certainly old enough to have remembered those days when the place was bombed in 1943.

But more than that he had the sort of face and expression that would not have been out of place at any time in the last 300 years of Alghero’s history.

I rather fancied he was one of the 22% of the town’s population which spoke a version of Catalan.

Now we were in an Italian town on an Italian island which first came under the control of part of Italy in the 18th century.

But you don’t buck history that easily and for 400 years our town had been under the less than tender care of Catalonia and then united Spain who were quick to put down revolts by the people of the town eventually indulging in a bit of ethnic cleansing, where the indigenous inhabitants were moved out and Catalan settlers moved in.

I have yet to discover what happened to them and I doubt I will.  History is less than bothered with the defeated, and it is something like 800 years ago.  So put the two together and these original inhabitants don’t even warrant a full stop in a history of Alghero.

But the fort or at least bits of it still stand as witness to the importance of this spot on the north western side of Sardinia.  To the east of the island is Rome and further south Naples and Sicily.  Even to me the strategic importance of Alghero is obvious.  For the cities of Genova, and Pisa it was an important trading centre and later for anyone wanting to oversee the trade routes you could do worse than have a fortified presence at this point on the island.

So back to our old man in the Carrer de Petuna, Via Columbano.  Even if he remembered the bombing of 1943 he would have not been born when the Fascist government drained the marshes, although it would be under a democratic Italian government that the mosquito would be eradicated in the 1950s.

Which no doubt helped when the tourist trade took off.

Now I have been to areas where mosquitos still flourish and while they do not trouble me, I know the misery they can bring.  At best it is the perpetual nightly preparations of spry and tablets, and at worse sleepless nights and painful bites.

So I wonder just how much of this recent history this old man has witnessed and what he made of it.
Certainly tourism has brought money.  The sprawl of holiday apartments and the profusion of restaurants are testimony to this.  As are the large numbers of gift shops.

But beneath the entire tourist buzz you can see things are not all that they seem to be.  Away from the old town along the way to the apartments the restaurants are empty and even in the old town many shops display sale signs offering up to 50% off and this before we reach the high season.

So maybe this is the return to tougher times, but nothing like the Italy before the 1950s.  Then there was real grinding poverty for many, where life was played out under the control of powerful landlords, and later Fascist thugs.

All of which is a long way from our cheerful afternoon’s walk in the streets of the old town.

Pictures; from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Chorlton celebrates .............

The morning after the night before ……..





Location; Chorlton














Picture; Chorlton, 2020, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Sunday, 2 August 2020

Today ….. Chorlton Art will be on display .......


............. on Brundretts Road



 Location; Chorlton

Picture; Chorlton Art, 2020, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Saturday, 1 August 2020

Chorlton proudly serving ……

Classic Pub Food …….. and some very nice flowers




Location; Chorlton














Picture; The Royal Oak, 2020, from the collection of Andrew Simpson

Pins And Needles

Well, it is the perfect title for a publication devoted to all things sewing, and fits with that series on Knitting Patterns.


And that is all I am going to say, other than thank you to Tricia who sent it up to me who was convinced it would give me endless hours of interest and even more stories.

Which it will.

Picture; Pins and Needles, date unknown, from the collection of Tricia Lesley

*Knitting Patterns, https://chorltonhistory.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Knitting%20Patterns