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William Enderby lead a good, long life and fathered a huge family, whom he raised without the need for parochial relief. This was the aid given to poor people by the parish and sometime known as ‘out’ or outdoor’ relief (as opposed to ‘in’ relief which was given to those in the poor- or work-house).

“On the 22nd ult., at Binbrook, at the advanced age of 88, Wm. Enderby, labourer. His remains were followed to the grave by 13 of his children: he was grandfather to 101, great grandfather to 72, and his eldest son is grandfather to 38 children. This most respectable patriarchal labourer, during a residence of 70 years in Binbrook, brought up 20 children, (of whom 14 survive him.) by his own industry and frugality, without the aid of parochial relief. As a reward for his exemplary conduct in this respect, the Caistor Agricultural Association, at their annual meeting in 1799, awarded him a premium of five guineas. At another annual meeting, held at Lincoln, as late as the year 1823, a premium of 10l. 15s. was awarded to him, for having brought up the largest family unaided by parochial relief. The deceased was a native of Barnoldby-le-Beck. In his domestic relations, he justified the character of a good father and a kind and affectionate husband, and in his intercourse with the world he exemplified the virtues of sobriety, integrity, and industry, founded upon religious principle. Thirteen of his children are settled in this county, and one son and one granddaughter are resident abroad. The good example of this worthy old man finds a response in his children’s conduct, whose industry is very meritorious, and hitherto has not been unproductive of its reward.”

The Stamford Mercury, 7th April, 1837.

Stamford’s first fire brigade was a private one, owned and run by Gibson’s Foundry (at the east end of Broad St), from about 1852 to 1888. In 1887 the Borough Council decided to form a volunteer fire brigade and built a new engine house on East Street*.

The Town Council purchased the old Hayes carriage works showroom on Scotgate for use as a new fire station and the brigade moved there in May 1925. The brigade moved from there to their new fire station on Radcliffe Rd on 1 st April, 1965.

“The Fireman for December, publishes the following:-

Up to 1887 the fire brigade of Stamford was a very primitive one, and was under the superintendence of engineer T. C. Gibson, but most of the men as well as the engines (two manuals), had seen over 50 years’ service. In 1888 the brigade was reconstituted, and a steam fire engine, escape, and other appliances added to its plant, and put in charge of Mr. G. W. Johnson, who before taking office, went to the headquarters of the Metropolitan brigade for a month’s training in the drill class, and this, with six years’ previous of sea-faring life, enabled him to become an efficient fireman. Mr. G. W. Johnson is second surviving son of the late General Johnson, of Wytham on the Hill, Lincolnshire, was educated at Eton. and went into Green’s service where he served six years. By profession he is a land and estate agent; he is an hon. member of the Federation of French Firemen. In forming his fire brigade he was careful to select men of the same social standing, who are master men in their respective callings in life, and who all pull well together; he is a worker and no kid glove gentleman, and is usually first to a fire, and during the last five years all large fires have been stopped because the brigade has always been on the top of it before very serious damage has arisen. The fire station at Stamford is a very replete building, and is used by the brigade as a club and meeting-house. All uniform and plant is kept at the engine-house with the exception of the large escape, which is within 100 yards, and consists of one steam fire engine, two manuals, one hose track, two reels, and 2300 feet of hose. Two sons of the late T. C. Gibson now serve as engineer and sub-engineer in the present brigade.”

* the building still stands; it was the St John’s Ambulance Station, now refurbished offices. It was designed and built so that it could be converted to stables if the brigade didn’t take off!

The Stamford Mercury, 7th December, 1894.

Spiking people’s drinks is not a modern phenomenon: these accomplished swindlers used the ploy to successfully steal a farmer’s money.

“There was a full attendance of sharpers at the above fair*. One instance of the villainy is the following. About the middle of the day on Tuesday, Mr. Thompson, farmer, of Woolsthorpe, near Colsterworth, was accosted in the street by a man who had the appearance of a horse-dealer, and who, calling him by his name, asked him how he did. Mr. Thompson answered that the enquirer had the advantage of him; on which the fellow said, ‘oh, you must recollect me, I have seen you often at the Red Lion in Colsterworth,’ and her went on to ask about two of three persons in that town. Mr. Thompson, from the familiarity and seeming local knowledge of the man, suffered himself to be persuaded that he really must have met him at Colsterworth, and he accepted the man’s invitation to go to the Red Lion in Stamford, (near where the conversation passed,) to take a glass. Soon after they were seated in the parlour, a younger man joined them, and began to speak of his good fortune in having been left a handsome sum by an old uncle; in confirmation of which assertion, he pulled from his pockets a handful of bank notes and sovereigns (doubtless flash notes and base coin), and swore the he had more money about him than all the other persons in the house put together had; nay, he doubted whether there was another man who could show ten pounds. The fellow who had first accosted Mr. Thompson seemed for a while to take little notice of the young man, but at length modestly said that although he had no pretension that way, he dare say his ‘friend Thompson’ could show as much as the swaggerer. The accomplice said, he would ‘bet ten points that Thompson could not show ten pounds.’ The gammon was so well carried on, that at length Mr. Thompson was induced to go out to his own inn, (the Horns in the Beast-market,) and borrow 10l. of Mr. Roberts his landlord, with a view of accepting the bet at the Red Lion. Whilst he was gone, it is supposed, the swindlers infused some narcotic drug into his glass of liquor, the effect of which was so powerful, that on his drinking it when he returned, he because speedily affected with a stupor; during the time he continued in that state the thieves robbed him of his ten pounds, as well as of some silver which he had in his pockets, and decamped. When Mr. Thompson same a little to himself, he was so ill that it was snot without help that he could get up to his own inn, where he has continued ever since under medial care, seriously indisposed (from the effects of the poison). The swindlers have a present eluded justice.”

The Stamford Mercury, 9th February, 1827.

*Probably the Candlemas Fair – horses, beasts and sheep.

A house warming party ended in disaster in the middle of the Barnack Quarry one rainy November evening.

“A singular accident occurred on Saturday se’nnight at the ancient village of Barnack, near Stamford, the stone of which parish has furnished the material wherewith some of the finest religious edifices of the kingdom have been constructed, – as the abbey of Bury St. Edmund’s, and several others situated even more remotely from the quarry. – Mr. John Thompson, a mason of the village, conceived the strange notion of making the cone or mound formed by the rubbish thrown up in digging one of the pits in the now exhausted stratum of stone, serve as the centre upon which he could build a dwelling-house for himself; and he actually did in the way raise the wall of a circular tenement, having two doors, through which, when he had completed the dome of his house, he picked down and carried away the rubbish within, and thus left standing the wall of shell, of sufficient capacity to afford two good-sized apartments. Such a mode of building had a least the recommendation of novelty; and Mr. Thompson, on the afternoon of the day above-stated, had a large tea-drinking party in his new abode, as a ‘house-warming’. The weather unfortunately proved very bad; and as the materials used in the building were only rough stone and road mortar (without any timber whatever). the heavy rain penetrated through the arch in the course of the evening, and by disturbing the cement, occasioned the whole to fall in about 8 o’clock! Several of the tea-drinkers had taken alarm when the rain poured in, and opened the doors; through one of which the whole party of sixteen persons providentially escaped with their lives when the dome fell, but several of them were severely hurt, particularly the wife of a cottager named Leighton, who had her scalp so severely lacerated that it hung down over her eyes, and has since been a serious surgical case. Had it not been for the precaution of opening both doors, all the party would probably have been killed, for the immense weight of materials which fell completely blocked up on of the door-ways. – Mr. Thompson had intended within a few days to take his family into his extraordinary house; and it is perhaps a fortunate accident that had prevented their taking up their residence in it, as the downfall might have occurred at a time in the night when they would have been in bed, and away from the reach of assistance.”

The Stamford Mercury, 19th November, 1830.

Somebody thought this was an interesting piece about Stamford theatre, because they outlined the item in black ink on the original newspaper saved for the archive!

“The play at Stamford Theatre advertised for Monday last, ‘by desire of the gentlemen who compose the committee for conducting the late election of Lord Thos. Cecil and Col. Chaplin,’ produced an extraordinary scene. The notion had been entertained by some persons that it was possible to pack the whole audience at a public theatre; and that one-twentieth part of the population could prevent every soul of the other nineteen parts from obtaining admission to the house! Upon this opinion it was really attempted to act; and one of the Aldermen of the borough (Mr. Thos. Mills) actually gave into the custody of constables who were in attendance, the first individual (a young man named Buck) who, not being a partisan of the political interest to which the worthy Alderman belongs, had been unable to obtain a ticket of admittance, but who had paid his money at the door, and had passed into the theatre, where he was quietly seated when he was seized and dragged out. This circumstance occasioned a riot amongst an immense crowd of persons who were waiting at the entrance, and great agitation was produced within the theatre. The mob at length tore away the large folding doors at the principal entrance (leading to the boxes and the pit), and carrying them down to the town bridge, threw them into the river Welland. The gallery door of the theatre was also forced open, and many persons obtained admittance to that part of the house without making any payment. The manager (Mr. Manly), from the stage, stated his inability to preserve order, and even hinted at danger to the ladies in the house, – some of whom, on his suggestion, got over the boxes , and took seats on the stage for safety! This proved to be a very unnecessary alarm: no personal violence was offered by the intruders; though, from conflicting party cries, great part of the play and farce passed in dumb show, and the entertainment of the night was sadly disturbed.

At the close, the ladies who were in the house were safely escorted from it, and the popular excitement passed off in loud condemnation of the bad judgement and overweening notion which had suggested the possibility of an exclusive and invidious appropriation of a place of licensed public amusement. – An application to the Court of King’s Bench, it is stated, will be made on the subject of the extraordinary seizure and confinement which led to the irritation and tumult of the night.”

The Stamford Mercury, 17th September, 1830.

Following last week’s report of the demolition of a beautiful old arch, A sixth-former from Stamford School wrote to the Editor to express her anger. (Stamford was to become the first conservation area in 1967.)

“Sir – it was with great delight that I noticed the Gothic arch discovered on the Stamford School site where demolition is in progress, but I was horrified and disgusted to see the work of demolition continue and the arch razed to the ground.

There is little enough, indeed, in Stamford to remind us of the beauty of the old town and these reminders consist mainly of little brass plaques, informing one that ‘this was the site of so-and-so.’ Now this, the first discovery of note for many years in Stamford, has been shamefully pulled down within 48 hours of its being first uncovered.

RAVAGING ARMIES

We deplore the ignorance, the stupidity of ravaging armies who sacked some of the finest churches in the country, amongst which armies we find the Lancastrians who burnt down the Church of the Holy Trinity, the site of which is in St. Paul’s Street opposite Brazenose Lane.

In my opinion the arch was part of this church and my theory is substantiated by two main points. In the first place the church whose remainder now constitutes Stamford School chapel, was demolished (in peace) because its existence was not thought necessary. Surely no-one would have been careless enough to leave one large arch and wall standing? Then concerning the Church of the Holy Trinity, very seldom is it possible to burn completely a strong, stone building like a church. Generally something remains – if only an arch. This Gothic arch, then, as the last part of the Holy Trinity Church still left standing, was of even greater interest and value particularly when, for centuries, it was believed that the church had been entirely destroyed.

IGNORANT

In demolishing it, Stamford School – a seat of learning one should imagine – can only be classed with the ignorant pillagers who burnt down the rest of the church.

I believe plans had already been drawn up for the flats which I understand are to be built on the site, but surely the discovery of this arch was far more important? What do a couple of hundred pounds matter where a piece of ancient England is concerned? There must be many people who would willingly have contributed to this cost in order to save the arch. I, for one, would have given my last penny to save and restore it.

The arch could even have been preserved without spoiling Stamford School’s building plans. It would have been possible, surely, to move it to another place, perhaps onto council property or even a small corner of the school grounds?

BELONGED TO GOD

It cannot be denied, too, that this arch was part of a church and as such, it was not within the power of the school authority to order its demolition; it was the property of God equally as much as other Stamford churches.

I fully realise that it is now too late to save this particular relic of the old town but let it be a lesson to all in future. It is for the Borough Council to prevent a recurrence of this wilful destruction and Stamford School to preserve and not destroy such relics which may happen to be on their land.

BRENDA M. SMITH

Sixth Form, High School, Stamford.”

The Stamford Mercury, 21st November, 1958.

When a beautiful old arch was discovered during demolition work to make way for a two-storey block of flats and office space for Stamford School, Schoolmasters and Historians were intrigued.

“Revealed for a few hours

When four cottages were being demolished in St. Paul’s Street, Stamford, a fine four-centred arch was found dividing two of them – remains of a building which disappeared before the houses were built in probably the 18th centruy. Although the arch was know to be there, it was not until the concealing walls and rafters were torn away a few days ago that its simple beauty could at last be fully seen, as in the photograph on page one.

Masters from Stamford School, which owns the property, and local historians wee (sic) soon on the scene to watch as more of the graceful curve was revealed. However, the arch was reduced to rubble without affording any clues to its origin.

Some Guesses

Favourite opinion is that the arch dates back to the 13th century. Was it part of the old St. Paul’s Church, the remains of which are now the School chapel? The distance between them is too great for this to be likely. However, the arch was certainly the eastern end of the building. Another theory is that the wall was all that remained of the churches of St. Stephen and Holy Trinity. It is known, however, that St. Stephen’s was on the site of the Church Lads’ club. An identical arch exists in the wall of the cobbler’s shop of Mr. R. Coles, over 200 yards away in the same street. What is the connection between the two?

One certain thing about the arch was its great strength, which is probably why the houses were built against it. The demolishing contractor, Mr. W. L. Darnes of Bourne, attached a chain to the beam in the wall and then pulled with a tractor to bring the whole lot down, but though the later added stonework came away, the arch stood firm as ever.

The site has been cleared to make way for a two-storey stone building for Stamford School – two maisonettes, a business office, a small flat and a sanatorium. It will be in line with the present street level.

A letter of protest against the demolition of the arch appears on this page.*”

The Stamford Mercury, 21st November, 1958.

*See next week’s post.

Emigration to America became increasingly popular in the mid 19th Century. Despite the arduous journey, settlers were attracted by cheap farmland and artisans with special skills knew they were required in the new world.

“On Monday morning about 20 families left Boston in a Humber keel, called the True Blue, for Lincoln, whence they propose proceeding by canals to Liverpool, where they will finally embark. Among them was an aged couple, who had dwelt for more than 60 years in England: yet they severed every tie of acquaintance and friendship; they were going to deal with harsh and mercenary strangers, and their countenances betoken no sorrow for the many recollections which must have crowded their minds. They are Mr. and Mrs. Williams, from Leverton, and they take with them their children and grandchildren, – for whose sakes they make the sacrifice. Mr. Williams could not remain in England without ‘his bairns,’ and they had determined to go. It is said that he has taken 2000l. with him in hard cash. – A powerful excitement prevailed at Boston on Tuesday morning, owing to the departure of several families of that town; they were chiefly mecahnics, with small capitals; but among them was Mr. Whitworth, dyer, and his family, who having disposed of his estate and effects, has been some time preparing to depart for the United States; he designs, we have heard, to commence farming in the interior of America, but in th4 event of that not answering, has taken with him the proper materials for resuming his business. There were at least 1000 person assembled to witness the departure of the vessel, among whom were several near relatives of the emigrants, and consequently the adieus were fervent an affecting. Most of the individuals departed in high spirits, or at least assumed cheerfulness. It is generally believed that the dreariness of the passage to Liverpool, by canal boats, will induce several to take a more convenient and expeditious route: the quantity of goods stowed in the fold of the last vessel was very considerable, being packed in suitable cases, and consisting chiefly of those wares and merchandize which are dearest in America. There is scarcely a family in Boston, in the middling class, who has not now either a relative or acquaintance in the United States; and there are numbers who purpose emigrating, should the statement of those now gone agree with the flattering prospects held out by others. – On the arrival of the vessels at Dogdike, on the river Witham, on Monday and Tuesday, they received several additional families from Coningsby, the Fen, and Chapel Hill, and the concourse of persons to take leave of the voyagers became immense. Every thing, however, went off with perfect decorum.

Emigration to America seems to be on the increase in the neighbourhood of Lincoln also; besides several families which are moving from the city in a body, (consisting of the most industrious artizans, such as basket-makers, coopers, cabinet makers, & smiths,) there is scarcely a village which has not many instances of persons that either have recently departed, or are now setting off. – A native of Lincoln, who left England a few years since, and now resides at Philadelphia, write his astonishment in the following terms: – ‘When I left the old country, I thought to be amongst strangers,, but not a years passes without some of my old neighbours coming to settle in this place, or round about: to judge of the astonishing numbers of farmers and labourers who arrive every week in the ships from Liverpool, I should imagine that farms are to be got cheap and in plenty now in England, for I cannot think there are many left to take them! The influx of such a surprising multitude from Europe, is rapidly changing the face of the country; settlement and improvement are going on with wonderful speed, and several of the states are now just like England for cultivation and roads. The climate has particularly improved of late, in consequence of clearing the forest lands and draining the swampy parts.'”

The Stamford Mercury, 9th April, 1830.

An opium using con woman was jailed after defrauding many shops and businesses with stories of an expected legacy. The article gives a warning of her appearance to alert future potential victims.

“A woman, calling herself by the different names of Dickenson, Dickson, Sharp and Smith, was committed to Lincoln city gaol last week as a vagrant, after practising for several weeks upon the good-natured confidence of some of the inhabitants. By a well-managed story of a large sum of money daily expected from some place near Boston, she induced the landlord of the Brown Cow to trust her for more than three weeks’ lodging, leaving him at last unawares, and unpaid. – Messrs. Baldwin (cook-shop), Kidney, of Corporation-row, and Maplestone, of St.Peter’s at Gowts, also suffered in the same way, for longer or shorter periods. A poor washerwoman was persuaded to lend her 10s., in expectation of a ‘handsome present’ when the long-looked-for remittance should arrive; and a druggist gave her credit for a considerable quantity of opium, from an unwillingness to suspect one certainly among the most plausible of her sex. Various were the names and characters under which she defrauded these different parties: at one time she was on the point of receiving a large legacy, and in much anxiety as to the rate of duty chargeable, &c. &c. As, upon being discharged, she will be very likely to return to what she has found a profitable occupation, it may not be amiss to add to the above, that she appears to be from 30 to 40 years of age, rather low and broad-set in stature, with features which perhaps might not be disagreeable, but from the disgusting disfigurement caused by opium* of which she will consume about half an ounce a day; manners of course insinuating; an abundance of ready lies and inventions, and ‘the very d—-l to talk,’ as one of the aggrieved parties expresses it; –has, moreover, a little boy with her, which she suckles, although he is three or four years old. – One person who has seen her, thinks that she comes from Pinchbeck, that her real name is Vandyke, and that her husband was transported.”

The Stamford Mercury, 2nd February, 1827.

*generally early signs of ageing, skin blemishes and sores.

The language of the 1920s may be rather flowery for our liking, but this verse written by a father to his son, conjures up the Viking spirit in eastern England. Many places in Lincolnshire have names or suffixes which hark back to the Vikings.

"TO MY SON.

Spray of the Viking from over the sea,
Sprig of Old England entrusted to me:
Spray on the sprig ever hardens the tree,
Spray-toughened sprig, you are born to be free.

You are sprung from Eastern Counties, where the winds your strength renew
With their red loam's glowing riches and their skies flecked grey and blue,
Where the fathers of your fathers with patient, tireless skill
Have sewn and reaped and garnered o'er each beauteous vale and hill.

Where the glorious wolds sweep rolling, richly garlanded with trees,
With the keen winds ever blowing stiff with brine from off the seas.
Those seas whereof the rovers were forerunners of your race,
And gave to you your stature, and your vigour and your grace.

Let your courage ever harden, let your sinew never slack,
Fight on  grimly just as they did, and whatever else you lack,
You will have the exaltation of a struggle bravely fought - 
This the prize! whate'er the gleanings - so your Viking fathers taught.

C.N.G."

The Stamford Mercury, December, 1927.