Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Tewkesbury

I spent the day today wondering round Tewkesbury, a town about ten miles from me, so close by, yet I had no idea how much amazing history there is to see there. I unfortunately didn't have my camera with me, but I got some nice pictures on my phone although I will go back with my SLR soon!

I found an old Baptist Chapel down a tiny ally, with a small, secluded graveyard with gravestones dating from 1607 - the earliest I could decipher.

This fabulous little devil door knocker was on a tiny old door on the way down to the graveyard.




A particularly nice stone, partially broken, but the date is in the 1790s I just love the skull carving on this.


We then went into Tewkesbury Abbey, such a lovely building, full of ancient tombs and carvings, luckily I had my Dad with me to translate the Latin inscriptions :)


The main reason I visited Tewkesbury was to see a cadaver tomb I'd read about and it was stunning.
The monument is to John Wakeman who was Abbot of Tewkesbury  from 1531 to 1539, he prepared the tomb for himself with Vermin crawling over the skeletal cadaver, but he never used the tomb and was buried elsewhere.



Sunday, 21 September 2014

The Ancient Ram Inn

Last weekend I was staying with some friends in Bristol and we spent Saturday evening watching 'The Conjuring' and thought it'd be great to go and visit a real haunted location the following day.
We decided to visit the Ancient Ram Inn at Wotton-under-edge, Gloucestershire, due to my interest in the darker side of History I had heard some stories of this infamous place and was excited to see it for myself.

We pulled into the drive of this incredibly dilapidated ex inn/farmhouse built in 1145, it was a very interesting site, the yard and garden strewn with interesting old objects, a jungle of plants and tiny windows almost concealed by plant growth. built on an ancient site, which has some evidence of once being used for pagan worship.


One of our party had visited before so he knocked on the door and the owner John Humphries eventually answered after much shuffling about inside. John is a lovely old man of 90 who bought the Inn 50 years ago to save it from demolition. It was very dark and dingy inside with an overpowering musty smell. The first room we went through was the small room where it appears John spends most of his time, it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but I could make out the sofa/bed where John sleeps surrounded by his books, religious images, bibles and crosses. The walls in this room were covered with clothing, mainly old leather biker jackets.

                                           John, Photo by Rich S Photography

John took us through into the first downstairs room, a large room, which I think would have been the main bar room. This room was just as dark and so cold, It was full of all kinds of objects, from antiques to cuddly toys and 90's VHS's. John pointed out a part of the floor to our left which had been taken up to reveal a hole in the ground below, on the wall next to this hole were propped a shovel, an old gate and a large homemade cross, it was marked 'The Ancient Grave' John told us that the bones of children had been discovered buried here, along with the broken remains of ceremonial daggers, he said there were many more buried under this room. Unfortunately I only had my phone on me and it was too dark to get a good picture without the horrible flash effect, but here it is!


We asked John if he still had strange experiences in the house, he told us there is regular poltergeist activity and he hears footsteps and voices in the house on an almost daily basis, the thing that disturbs him most is an entity getting into bed with him. He believes these entities to be Incubus and Succubus. John is a religious man, this is very evident from the objects around the house, framed bible verses and prayers, even a blessing from the Bishop is on the wall at the bottom of the stairs, blessing all who dwell in and visit the house.


We were shown a hole in the fireplace that goes down into what appears to be a passageway underground, it is thought this links up with St Mary's church nearby, as the building was first used to house masons, slaves and workers who were working on building the church.

John showed us the barn, apparently the oldest part of the building. This was a large dark room stacked partially full with piles of chairs and a chandelier hung from the ceiling. 
At this point John left us to look around the rest of the house, we didn't get the impression he wanted to go any further, he said he is very frightened living here alone.

                                             Photo by Rich S Photography

We ventured up the tiny, very rickety wooden staircase, lined with newspaper articles about the building spanning the past 20 years, and religious items, at the top was a mounted Rams head looking straight at us with pretty menacing eyes.


The first room we went into was called 'The Witches Room', a nice big room with a bed on one side and dining table on the other. The story is that a Woman took refuge in this room before being captured and burned at the stake for Witchcraft in the 1500's, There are some signs on the windowsill telling visitors about the ghostly sightings related to this room.

                                             Photographs by Rich S Photography

We ventured up into the attic space where some parts of the floor have become unsafe to walk on, there is a story that a young woman was murdered up in this room by highway men, Johns daughter and her partner used to sleep up in this room and often heard the sound of heavy furniture being dragged across the floor.

The final room we explored was the infamous Bishops room, we had been weary of this room and left it till last, I'd felt reasonably comfortable in the house, until now.
The Bishops room is considered to be the most haunted room in the house, various apparitions have been seen here, including a Cavalier, a young woman seen hanging from the ceiling, monks and nuns, Johns has reported hearing the door to this room violently shaking in its frame in the night

My friend went to open the door but it wouldn't budge, It seemed to be stuck, we thought we weren't going to get to see this room after all! So I stepped up to try the handle and the door seemed to shake slightly in it's frame before I even touched it, brushing this off as nothing more than the old building being abit shaky I tried the door, still not budging, I kept trying until eventually it just opened with ease!
We cautiously went inside the room which had an ominous red glow to it from the light pouring through red curtains. there were two beds and a dresser covered in flowers and religious statues, there were paintings on the walls and a wardrobe in the corner, John had said that there was once a priest hole in this room which was removed during renovations.

                                            Photo by Rich S Photography

As we stood huddled together by the door a small object flew across the room and hit the wall next to us, with a metallic sound. Once we'd gotten over the shock of this we explored the room and took some photographs, we also had a little play with the Ouija board on the bed. My friend opened the wardrobe which had nothing inside, locking it closed after him.
There was a painted portrait of a priest on the wall above the bed which made me feel really uneasy for some reason, as my friend lifted his camera to take a photograph, I turned around just in time to see the previously locked wardrobe doors slowly opening behind us, with that we got out of there pretty fast!

Taking refuge back in the witches room we found balled up socks and headphones laid out across the floor, these had not been there 10 minuted before or we would have trodden on them!

                                              Photo by Rich S Photography

We decided it was best to retreat back downstairs at this point, feeling quite shaken up we headed down to the bar area and took a few more photos, mainly of the stuffed crow in mid flight which was now spinning round in the air above the hole in the floor, we spent some time reading the old newspaper articles about the house stuck all over the walls

                                            Photo by Rich S Photography

We had a final chat to John, I didn't feel very nice about leaving him alone there, although he's been there 50 years,
It was certainly an eventful day, and while I have no idea what caused our experiences, be it spirits of the dead or some kind of scientific phenomena, it was certainly an amazing experience.


Sunday, 9 March 2014

A new addition to my collection

I found another gem for my collection recently, it's a postmortem picture of a child from Belgium.


Sunday, 7 July 2013

New French Post Mortem

My second birthday present from my parents was a lovely little French Post Mortem Cabinet Card (I chose it) its a small sized card, and I love it, its so delicate and beautiful.

Here I am holding it so you can get an idea of its size, I went through a phase of the bigger the better with the photos I was buying, but I'm getting much more interested in the little ones recently. There's something so fragile and delicate about the small ones that is so beautiful. I have another one this size and they look so lovely together, a good quality image in this size of cabinet card is just unbeatable! 


Here is a scan of the full thing, as I've mentioned it's from France, the child is posed outside judging from the wall behind. He or she has the typical 'death curl' in the hair and the face is just heartbreaking and slightly spooky. This poor child looks so fragile in death, hopefully this photograph brought some comfort to the parents and helped preserve the child's memory.


Wednesday, 10 April 2013

1920s Fancy Dress

We received a bundle of old photographs recently from a family member on my mums side. My mum is looking into her family history and has been asking around to find more pictures and information. Among the new pictures was an incredible, tiny picture of my Great Aunts school class on a fancy dress day in, I am guessing late 1920s.
I took two pictures of it to show the most interesting costumes, the main standout one is the amazing homemade, slightly weird looking Gollywog. My mum rang my Great Aunt who is now 90 years old to ask her about it and it turns out my Great Aunt is, in fact the child inside the Gollywog costume, she says she hated wearing it, and was really annoyed that she had to! I've seen and collected so many 1920s era fancy dress photographs, mainly from my own family, but until this one none of the subjects still survive, so it was great to hear her first hand account of it. Her parents certainly made some effort making it.


To the left side of the Gollywog is an incredibly weird looking costume, which is very spooky on first glance, as it looks like a faceless child, like some weird slenderman type figure.
A more detailed look and we think it is meant to be a duck outfit, with the winged sleeve and flipper like feet,  but how the child could see is abit of a mystery!


Sunday, 3 March 2013

A terrible image

I started a new job in January, in StJohns, Worcester and I've actually become quite fond of StJohns, its nothing special at all, but there's something about it.
While I was researching for my dissertation a few years ago I came across a reference to a very unusual monument in StJohns church that I have been meaning to go and look for for the past 3 years and now I work down the road from the church I really have no excuse!

I wasn't even sure it would still be there, as I couldn't find much about it online, but I went to have a look, and there it was in the porch of the church and it took my breath away, it's absolutely stunning.
The monument is to the two sons of Thomas Hopkins, a hop merchant in the city, his eldest son John died in January 1871.
Thomas Hopkins had the monument made to include a photograph of the dead boy, aged 14 when he died, the photograph was taken by Francis Charles Earl of Worcester Broad Street, the image is large, 6 by 13 inches and is set in a monument with stone angels and a plaque to John and his younger brother Jonathon who died a few years after John at the age of 2.

I am currently reading the fantastic book 'The English Way of Death' by Julian Litten and the book includes a little bit about the image and he describes it beautifully

"Although he was obviously placed carefully on the sofa, the freshly pomaded hair is awry and could have benefited from a comb prior to being photographed. It is a terrible image, the child so patently dead and cold. Yet perhaps Thomas Hopkins and his wife took some solace in so commemorating the death of their eldest son" 

I photographed the monument and almost didn't want to leave afterwards, it really is so beautiful and completely heartbreaking.









Sunday, 4 March 2012

Civil War Tintypes

I found some beautiful American Tintypes from the Civil War posted on The Library of Congress' Flickr page
I was amazed by how young so many of these boys are and how beautiful they are, the tintypes themselves are so stunning, I would love to own one of these pieces of history.
















note reads -
“My beloved son Carl taken from me on April 1, 1865, at age 18, killed at Dinwiddie. Flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

Sunday, 25 December 2011

Christmas Time

Its Christmas day! I've had a pleasant, chilled out day. My parents are watching the Doctor Who Christmas Special, which I don't like, so I decided to share my Christmas pressies on here.
I got two amazing postmortem pictures from my dad, so Chuffed with them.





The Man who sold these photographs said they were both of the same child. This could well be true, the children appear to be the same age and the wreath of flowers round the head on the one picture does look alot like the wreath resting on the childs lap in the other picture.
The only thing is I wonder why the two set ups are so different in background, the one in white with wallpaper behind, the other completely surrounded by Dark fabric. the mounts are also different, why would only one mount have the photographers stamp on it? I guess we'll never know for sure.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

New Orleans Carnival 1903

I have been fascinated by this stunning image for afew months now, and I've finally discovered its source

"The Telling-Grandon Scrapbook is a 28-page scrapbook/diary containing photographs and ephemera collected by an Evanston, Illinois group during a visit by train to the New Orleans Carnival of 1903. Two of the more prominent among these were an Irving Telling and Willie Grandon; thus the title of the collection, Telling-Grandon."

here are some more images from this amazing collection



















for more images and info, go to
http://squashint.wordpress.com/2010/08/08/the-telling-grandon-scrapbook/