SOME ECCENTRICS



'PIE' LEACH

 

 

 

Entrepreneur James Leach was a larger than life figure in Keighley in the 19^th century.  He was known as ‘Pie’ because of his one time meat pie business, but he also ventured into other trades such as handloom weaver, wool comber, coal pit sinker, beer house keeper, spoon maker, horse & cart driver, gambler, hawker, travelling showman, docker, green-grocer, nightwatchman/ policeman.  He also became very much involved in local organisations and public offices.  Pie got married on a particular afternoon only because he had time on his hands when his loom broke down.  Unfortunately he arrived late at the church and fearing that the ceremony would have to be postponed because it could not be held within the permitted hours, Pie persuaded a friend to climb the church tower to alter the clock in order to mislead the parson.  Then, when a ring was unavailable for the bride’s finger, he enlisted the help of the landlady at the nearby Lord Rodney Inn and she loaned her own wedding ring.

Apparently Pie was a little more organised when it came to making his funeral arrangements, making elaborate arrangements.  He erected a fine tombstone in Keighley Utley Cemetery some six years before his death and had it engraved with a testimonial and details of his public service:

 ‘We the undersigned have pleasure in certifying that the bearer JAMES LEACH is of sober and steady habits. He has been employed in the Keighley Police Force for upwards of 5 years and retired therefrom last October having been so long in the Force  and accustomed to the duties of a Police Officer, we have confidence in recommending him to your notice. We are yours obediently

William Busfield Rector. John Craven JP. Jno Brigg JP. John Sugden JP. James Kershaw Superintendent of Police. July 29^th 1854.’

Mr James Leach was a representative of the Ratepayers as follows:

He was elected a member of Keighley Local Board and served about 12 years. He was elected a member of Keighley Board of Guardians and served 7 years. He was elected a member of the Keighley School Board and served 2 years. He was elected a member of the Keighley Burial Board and served 3 years. He was a Commissioner of The Baths and Washhouses for 7 years and moved the resolution for the incorporation of the town officially in the Finance and General Purposes Committee of the old Local Board of Health.

 

The burial chamber was also excavated and, as Pie had nowhere to keep his prepared coffin, he obtained permission from the Burial Board to store the empty coffin in the grave until needed!  Suffice to say that Pie was successfully laid to rest, as planned, on 13^th October 1893 aged 78 years.

He kept a diary of his duties as Police nightwatchman (1848-1853) which is preserved in Keighley Public Library.

 

 

 

 

 

Pie Leach's epitaph








THE KING OF RAWCLIFFE

Jemmy Hirst from Rawcliffe near Goole, also planned his own funeral and for some reason he stipulated that his coffin was to be borne by eight old maids who would receive one guinea each. When he died in October 1829 at the age of 91 years, it was in fact eight widows who performed that last service and they were paid half a crown each. In accordance with Jeremy’s wishes, the Mayor of Rawcliffe declared the funeral day a public holiday and as the glass-domed coffin was carried to the churchyard, a piper from Aberdeen and a fiddler, each hired by Jeremy on payment of £5, preceded it. A great procession of his racing friends and acquaintances marched to lively music and the event was followed that night by a firework display.

Jemmy or James to give him his correct name, was of course an eccentric of the first order. He was born on a farm at Rawcliffe and had a great love of animals which he liked to train and it was said that a hedgehog and an otter followed him to school. Later in life he trained a young bull – Jupiter as Jemmy called it – as a horse, riding it to market and even hunting to hounds with it. When his father died Jemmy inherited nearly £1000 and, after shrewd investment, he became a rich man. He built a wickerwork carriage with very high wheels and  a top shaped like a chinaman’s hat, and of course it was pulled by Jupiter. Off he went to Doncaster Races followed by two foxes he had tamed, where he was as popular as he was colourful with harlequin breeches, yellow boots, red coat and huge hat said to be three yards in circumference. For betting he used his own bank notes to the value of five pence ha’penny. Later he attached sails and a bed to his strange carriage and replaced the bull with four mules.

Jeremy had of course carefully planned his funeral. His coffin, made to his own design, was equipped with a bell (in case he need to call anybody from his grave),  had folding glass doors and it stood in his dining room instead of a sideboard and served as a bar for his favourite tipple – brandy. After imbibing, his friends would be invited to try the coffin for size and were only released on payment of a fee, a penny from the men and from the women – a garter, which would be used as embellishment. His generosity knew no bounds and he was called the ‘King of Rawcliffe’.

He married the lady who had been his housekeeper for a number of years and he wore a toga for the occasion, insisting that the ceremony be conducted in sign language.

 He was a great practical joker and lived in a strange house where each of the four walls had a door to confuse visitors and some inside doors led only to a blank wall or gruesome painting. The windows were of different sizes and were curtained with newspaper and a variety of staircases led nowhere,

 Apparently because of his famed oddity, King George 111 invited Jeremy to Court and he travelled to London in his wickerwork carriage. Jeremy was not greatly impressed with the capital or with Court etiquette, but he did invite the King to visit Rawcliffe and promised him ‘as much good brandy as tha can sup.’

 Jeremy was mostly remembered for his generosity and his great love of practical jokes. Strangely there is no known grave for Jemmy. It is thought that he may have been buried with his parents.

 

 

 

Rawcilffe Parish Church

 

 

BLIND JACK

 

John Metcalf was born into a poor family at Knaresborough in North Yorkshire in 1717 and at the age of six he lost his sight as a result of smallpox.   Never daunted, young Jack lived life to the full, he could climb trees, run, box, wrestle, ride and swim with the best and he married the prettiest girl in the area.   He became a fish merchant, learned to play the fiddle and he even fought at the Battle of Culloden.  He also ran a horse drawn taxi service and a pack horse service before his big break came.  Following the passing of an Act of Parliament which authorised the building of turnpike roads, Jack somehow managed to obtain the contract for such a road between Harrogate and Boroughbridge, which he completed successfully to be followed by several others and eventually he employed some 400 men.   It seemed that Jack had a nack, determined by instinct for his task, despite the obstacles, and the fame of Blind  Jack  spread. He died a rich man with some 180 miles of northern roads behind him,    at Spofforth when he was 93 years old and the epitaph on his gravestone in Spofforth churchyard tells his story :

 

 

 

Knaresborough Market Place

 

 

‘ Here lies John Metcalf; one whose infant sight

Felt the dark pressure of an endless night.
Yet such the fervour of his dauntless mind
His limbs full strung, his spirit unconfin’d.
That long ere yet life’s bolder years began
His sightless efforts marked th’aspiring man.
Nor mark’d in vain.  High deed his manhood dar’d
And commerce, travel, both his ardour shard’d.
Twas his, a guide’s unerring aid to lend,
O’er trackless wastes to bid new roads extend,
And when rebellion reared her giant size
‘Twas his to burn with patriot enterprise,
For parting wife and babes one pang to feel,
Then welcome danger for his country’s weal.’
Reader! Like him exert thy utmost talent giv’n,
Reader! Like him adore the bounteous Hand of  Heav’n!

 

Jack's gravestone at Spofforth churchyard

 

 

 

 

 

 

JOB SENIOR

 

 

 

This old inn on the edge of Ilkley Moor recalls one Job Senior who lived nearby in a ramshackled shelter  in the early 19^th century.   Apparently Job was born at nearby Ilkley in the 1780’s, the illegitimate son of a wealthy landowner.  He became a drunkard, which together with a problem with women, proved to be his downfall.   He became very unkempt and eventually suffered from rheumatism which necessitated him walking with two sticks.   At the age of sixty he managed to persuade an eighty years old widow to marry him.   It suited Job very much because she owned a house on the edge of the moor.  However the marriage was short-lived  when his wife died suddenly.  Her family, who were less than pleased about the marriage became more so when Job inherited his wife’s possessions including the house.   To vent their fury members of the family descended on the house and virtually demolished it leaving Job with no option but to construct his ramshackle shelter to live in.   Apparently it was so small that he had to enter on his hands and knees.   And so his lived as a hermit until he contracted cholera and ended his days in the workhouse, where he died when he was 77 years old.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

JOHN KNILL

 

 

 

Cornishman John Knill left his own epitaph and in some style.   He was born at Callington in 1733 and subsequently went to St Ives to work with a relative, a solicitor.  He lived in Fore Street in what is now known as Knill’s House.   John Knill became very popular in St Ives and in 1762 he became Collector of Customs, holding the post for 20 years.   At the age of 34 he became Mayor of the town.

In 1782, Knill moved to London and it was in that year that he built a mausoleum at the summit of Worbas Hill overlooking St Ives.   Known as Knill’s Steeple, it is a 50ft high triangular pyramid made of granite.   On one side is written, Johannes Knill 1782.  On another side is his Coat of Arms with the word Resurgam and the motto Nil Desperandum, whilst on the third side are the words, I know that my redeemer liveth.  The steeple is hollow with an arch on the south side.  Inside is a stone sarcophagus where Knill planned to have his body interred but was unable to do so due to consecration difficulties.

Not content, Knill also made plans in his will for his quinquennial celebrations.  Once every five years, a ceremony would take place on 25^th July (St James’Day).  Beginning at The Guildhall in St Ives, a party of ten girls, all under the age of ten years, dressed in white, and daughters of Cornish fishermen, seamen and tinners, would walk up to Knill’s Steeple accompanied by two elderly widows and a fiddler.  There they were to dance around the steeple for half an hour, singing the 23^rd psalm, while locals dignitaries would stand and watch.    This ceremony takes place as laid down in the will and has done so since 1801 when John Knill was actually present!   He died on 29^th March 1811 at Greys Inn Square in London at the age of 78 years.   Much missed by the people of his time, it seems that he will be remembered by the generations to come.   In his will, Knill wrote :

‘ It is natural to love those of whom you have had the opportunity of serving and confess I have real affection for St Ives and its inhabitants in whose memory I have an ardent desire to continue a little longer than the usual time those do of whom there is no sensible memorial.  To that end my vanity prompted me to erect a mausoleum.’

 

 

 

 

 

Knill's mausoleum


 

 

 

ECCENTRIC BARRISTER

 

Anthony Ettricke was an eminent barrister in the small town of Wimborne Minster in Dorset in the 17^th century.   It is said that as he grew older, he became ‘humerous, phlegmatic and credulous.’  Because he fell out with the inhabitants of the town, Ettricke made a solemn vow that he ‘would never be buried within the church or without it, neither below the ground nor above it.’    However, he lived to regret his vow and managed to obtain permission to make a recess in the wall of the Minster for his coffin.   He was convinced that he would die in 1693 and had this date inscribed on a colourful black coffin, but in fact he died in 1703.   His coffin can still be seen in its recess in Wimborne Minster and the change of date is clear for all to see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BURIED ABOVE GROUND

 

John Hollins from Stroud in Gloucestershire had  an argument with a former friend who announced publicly that he hope to live long enough to see Hollins ‘safe underground’.  Hollins did indeed die first, but to thwart his adversary, he left instructions that he should not be buried underground but that his coffin should be left on the surface and covered with a pile of stones. The grave and tiered pile of stones can still be seen in St Lawrence’s churchyard at Stroud.

 

 

 

 

John Hollins grave

 

 

Re-interred

 

 There are many graves in the graveyard at Braemar in Scotland but. despite the burial there of John Farquharson in 1698, his grave is nowhere to be found.

‘Black Colonel’ Farquharson of Inverey fought for the Jacobite’s in the Battle of Killiecrankie in 1689 and when he returned to Inverey he found that Braemar Castle was occupied by Government troops and promptly burned in down. He then spent many weeks hiding in the rocky gorge of Ey Burn , which is still known as ‘The Colonel’s Bed’.

When he died he was interred at Braemar despite having expressed the wish to be buried within the Chapel of the Seven Maidens at Inverey. However, the next day his coffin was found above ground and had to be reburied.  This occurred three more times before the coffin was put on a raft and towed along the River Dee to Inverey where it was interred in the chapel as Faquharson had requested.

 

 

 

Braemar graveyard



 

 

 

The   Old  Gentleman’s grave

 

A lonely gravestone, surrounded by a stone wall in a small grove of trees, is to be found near to the bottom of a beautiful Pennine valley between the villages of Oldfield and Stanbury near Keighley in West Yorkshire.   Known as ‘The Old Gentleman’s grave.’ i bears the inscription :

‘ In memory of

Mr James Mitchell, late proprietor and occupier of Oldfield House

Who died on the 27^th Day of January 1835

Aged 72 years.’

The story goes that on his deathbed, the eccentric Mr Mitchell instructed a servant to roll a large stone down the hillside at the front of his house at Oldfield, and that it was his wish to be buried at the exact spot that the stone came to rest!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SOME UNUSUAL PEOPLE

Following on to the unusual, there are interesting stories about some unusual people from the past, be they large, small or just old people or maybe just eccentric in some way :

 

 

AN ANCIENT BRITON

 

The age of  The Ancient Briton of Gristhorpe  when he died, has not been established, but he was probably living at Gristhorpe near Filey, North Yorkshire about 1500 B.C.    For centuries his body had been lying with his weapons and ornaments, a wicker basket at his side and a sprig of mistletoe in his hand, until 1834 when a tumulus was excavated near the cliff edge at Gristhorpe.   A coffin, made from the trunk of an oak tree 7ft x 3ft, was  discovered and it contained the complete undisturbed skeleton of an Ancient  Briton, together with his belongings.   This interesting relic can be seen at the Rotunda Museum in Scarborough.

 





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309 YEARS OLD?

St Andrew’s Church at Cleeve Priory in Worcestershire dates back to at least the 9^th century and the village was mentioned in the Doomsday Book in 1086.   The burial ground was consecrated on 18^th October 1315 – just before Sara Charlett was born, if details on her gravestone are to be believed.   It states that she died in 1693 at the age of 309 years!   Almost certainly a mistake but nevertheless an interesting curiosity.

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HENRY JENKINS

 

Yorkshireman  Henry Jenkins is said to have been 169 years old when he died in 1670.  The following epitaph, composed by Dr Thomas Chapman, master of Magedelene College, Cambridge, can be seen in the church at Bolton-on-Swale near Richmond in North Yorkshire :

‘ Blush not, marble, to rescue from oblivion the memory of Henry Jenkins,

a person obscure in birth, but of a life truly memorable,

for he was enriched with the goods of nature, if not of fortune.

and happy in the duration, if not variety, of his enjoyments;

and though the partial world despised or disregarded his low and humble state,

the equal eye of Providence beheld and blessed it with a

patriarch’s health and length of days;

to teach mistaken man these blessings were entailed on temperance

or a life of labour and a mind at ease.

He lived to the amazing age of 169; was interred here December 6^th 1670

And has this justice done to his memory 1743.’

A monument to the memory of Henry Jenkins was also erected in the churchyard in 1743, by public subscription, and the local pub at Kirby Malzeard near Ripon is called The Henry Jenkins Inn.

Although no parish register exists to support Henry’s claim that he was born in 1500 at Ellerton-on-Swale, he certainly died at Bolton-on Swale in 1670, having lived there for some 20 years.   Born of peasant stock, Henry remained totally illiterate all his life.   He worked as a farm labourer, as butler to Lord Conyers and later in life as a thatcher and river fisherman.   A teetotaller, he regularly swam across the Swale when he was more than 100 years old.   He was often questioned about his long life by Lord Conyers who failed to find fault with his recollections such as the Battle of Flodden (1513) when Henry claimed to have guided a horse load of arrows to Northallerton for use in that battle; and the Dissolution of the Monasteries.   Other Swaledale centenarians clearly remembered that Henry was a very old man when they were young and all the evidence pointed to the truth of Henry’s claim.   He was often called to testify in court in ancient disputed matters and was a witness at York Assizes during the latter years of his life when he testified that to his knowledge, tithes of wool and lambs had been paid to the vicar of Catterick for at least 120 years.

 

 

 

 

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                                                                           Church epitaph

 

 

The Henry Jenkings Inn

 

 

 

ANOTHER CENTARIAN

 

Cut into the base of the porch of the church at West Tanfield in North Yorkshire, is a memorial to another Yorkshire centenarian, Ralph Bourne 1615 – 1728.   Henry Jenkins was already 114 years old when Bourne was born and Bourne no doubt heard about Jenkins’ great age, in fact they may well have known each other.   Bourne lived during the stirring times of Charles Stuart and saw the Puritan rule give way to the dissolute days of Charles 11.  He survived the Great Plague and would have known about the Great Fire of London.  He died when he was 113 years of age just into the reign of George 11.

OLD PARR

 

Thomas Parr was said to be  152 years old  when he died in 1635.   Known as Old Parr, he was born in 1483 at Winnington in Shropshire and apparently remained a bachelor until he was 80.   We are not told how old his bride was but she died 32 years later when Old Parr was 112.   He had an affair when he was 105, with one Catherine Milton, and when he was found out he did penance in a white sheet outside the local church.  This amazing man later married Catherine when he was 120, but how long it lasted we don’t know.  After he passed the age of 150, he was presented to the King, Charles 1, who asked him what he had done during his long life and Old Parr is said to have replied, ‘Sire, I did penance for seducing a lady when I was over a hundred.’  However, the long journey to London to meet the King, with its attendant excitement, was too much for the old man and he died shortly afterwards.  He was buried in Westminster Abbey on 15^th November 1635.

 

 

AULD DUBRACH

  

In the graveyard at Braemar in Scotland there is a flat tombstone alongside the Invercauld Vault, in memory of one Peter Grant, known as Auld Dubrach.  He was born in 1714 at Dubrach in Glen Dee and became known as the oldest surviving Jacobite.  He had been taken prisoner at the Battle of Culloden but managed to escape from  Carlisle Castle whilst awaiting trial and returned home on foot to resume his normal trade as a weaver and tailor in Auchendryne where he married and had six children.  When he celebrated his 100^th birthday, King George 1V heard about him and granted him a pension of 1 guinea per week.

Aud Dubrach died at Auchendryne in 1824 when he was 110 years old. His funeral was attended by over 100 people and it is said that an ‘anker’ of whisky (about 4 gallons) was consumed before he was interred, and at the graveside a piper played the Jacobite tune, ‘ Wha widna fecht for Charlie’s richt’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ENGLAND'S TALLEST MAN

 

A memorial plaque on a fine Georgian house at Market Weighton in East Yorkshire, depicts a large footprint, that of ‘The tallest Englishman ever recorded who lived in this house.’   William Bradley  was born at Market Weighton on 10^th February 1787, one of 13 children and grew to be 7ft 9ins tall and weighed 27 stones.  A huge man, as a painting at the Londesborough Arms in the town, shows, together with a huge chair said to have belonged to Bradley.   One of his shoes, 15ins long and 51/2ins wide, can be seen in Hull museum.

The Yorkshire Giant travelled the country exhibiting himself at fairs and shows and it cost 1/- to see him, quite a considerable amount in those early days of the 19^th century.   Apparently King George 111 was quite taken with him and presented him with a gold watch chain.

Bradley died at Market Weighton on 30^th May 1820 at the age of 33 years.  His coffin measured 9ft x 3ft.  He was buried at 5-o-clock in the morning of 3^rd June 1820, to avoid onlookers, originally in the churchyard, but in 1872 his remains were exhumed and reburied inside All Saints Church at Market Weighton, where a memorial tablet can be seen.

William Bradley is still recorded in the Guinness Book of Records as the tallest ever British person.   A fund has been started in recent years to raise money for a statue of the great man to be erected in his home town which now has a 'Giant  Bradley Day' each year.

 

 

 

                                                                                                   

 
 
                                                                                                                                                               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A  CULINARY DWARF

 

An old thatched cottage on the Melton Road in Oakham, Rutland, was once the home of Jeffrey Hudson, who was born in Oakham in 1619.   He was  a dwarf, just 3ft 6ins tall.    Although he was so small, Jeffrey didn’t allow himself to be treated anything other than a man and during his lifetime he was a soldier, courtier, adventurer and duellist!   He fought on the Royalist side in the Civil War and was even said to have been captured by pirates and to have fought several duels .  On one occasion he chose pistols on horseback and shot his opponent dead.   He became page to the Duke of Buckingham, and it was whilst the Duke was entertaining Charles 1 that Hudson leapt out of a cold pie.  Queen Henrietta was so taken with him that he entered her service.  A life sized statue of Hudson can be seen in Fyvie Castle in Aberdeeenshire, depicting him as a soldier in helmet and breastplate and with a musket at his side.  Hudson died in 1682 when he was 63 years old.

 

Statue of Hudson at Fyvie Castle

 

 

 

 

LORD TOM THUMB

A very fine statue can be seen in the entrance lobby of Durham’s Town Hall – it depicts one Count Joseph Boruwlaski who was born in Poland in 1739.  After wandering through Europe he apparently settled in Durham where he spent the last 37 years of his long life. He died in 1837 when he was 98 years old and was buried in Durham Cathedral.  His epitaph in the church of St Mary the Less reads:  ‘Poland was my cradle, England my nest.  Durham is my quiet Place, where my bones shall rest’.    He was quite a dandy and his charm and wit made him a favourite guest.  He was an accomplished violinist and his violin, together with his clothing and cane are displayed in a showcase alongside a very fine painting of him, also in the Town Hall foyer.   Known as Lord Tom Thumb, The Count was only 39 inches tall.   Apparently he was not a dwarf but a perfectly formed man.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

A tetrastyle Greek temple, known as he Count's House, which stands on the riverside at Durham, is thought to have been an ornamental folly in the Count's garden.

 

 

 

 

 

 

COMMANDER IN CHIEF

The inscription on a gravestone in the churchyard at Christ Church in Keighley Road, Skipton tells us about an unusual 19^th century Skipton man:

                   ‘In memory of the late Edwin Calvert, son of Richard Calvert of Skipton.                                                 (Known by the name of the “Commander in Chief” being the smallest and most perfect man  in the world, being under 36” in height and weighing 25 ½ lbs). Who died (much lamented and deeply regretted by all who knew him). Aug 7 1859 in the 17^th year of his age. Blest lovely youth as thou art, it were so cruel to depart. Yet dear Saviour I resign, my lovely youth for ever thine.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A PRODIGY OF NATURE

 

Daniel Lambert was only 39 years old when he died in 1809 and he was buried in the graveyard of St Martin’s church at Stamford in Lincolnshire. The epitaph on his gravestone reads :

‘ In remembrance of that Prodigy of Nature, Daniel Lambert, a native of Leicester,

who was possessed of an exalted and convivial mind

and in personal greatness had no competitor.

He measured 3ft round the leg, 9ft 4ins round the body and weighed 52 stones 11 lbs.

He departed this life on 21^st June 1809 aged 39 years.

As a testimony of Respect this stone is erected by his friends in Leicester.’

Lambert was the keeper of Leicester Prison.   Apparently he was very fond of a wager and often boasted that he could beat any fit man in a race, provided he had the right to choose the course.  The course he always chose was a long narrow passage. A portrait of Lambert can be seen hanging in the George Hotel at Stamford.

 

 

 

 

 Daniel Lambert

 

 

 

 
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Commemorative fence at Burley House.