Tag: Jane Bagshaw

Jane Bagshawe, Robert Bell

Robert Bell, I don’t have a photograph of Jane from that time.
St. Judes, architect’s drawing by T. J. Flockton and Abbott, August, 1865.

St Jude’s, Eldon Street, stood ten minutes walk from Sheffield city centre. On Sunday, 22 June, 1902, Robert and Jane – my grandad and grandma made there way there from nearby Fitzwilliam Street.

Jane & Robert

signatures

It’s good to have Robert’s and Jane’s signatures on the Marriage Certificate. At the time Robert, then aged 24, was a conductor on the Sheffield Trams. When he’d started work, the trams were still horse-drawn. In the previous year, at the time of the 1901 census, he’d been employed as a groom at Bawtry Hall, 25 miles east of the city.

Jane, 19, lists no occupation on the wedding certificate. In the previous year she was working as a cook in a household somewhere in Sheffield. In the census returns the only likely match that I’ve found is a Jeannie Bagshawe, aged 22.

signatures

Jane and her relatives who act as witnesses spell their surname with an ‘e’ at the end, in every other document I’ve come across it’s down as Bagshaw without the ‘e’.

Frederick was an older brother, Ruth as younger sister.

the fathers' occupations

Her father was William Bagshawe, a maltster.

We recently visited Blako Hill Farm, Mattersey, where Robert’s father, John, worked as a gardener.

The Rev. George Wakefield Turner

George Wakefield Turner
Image from Sheffield and District Who’s Who (W. C. Leng and Co., 1905) (page 74) (Sheffield Local Studies Library: 920.04274 SST). Enhanced and colourised by me in Photoshop.

The Rev. George Wakefield Turner (1850 – 1932), M.A., Vicar of St. Jude’s, performed the ceremony. The Rev. Turner had been a member of the Sheffield Education Committee since its inception.

Jane Bagshaw, Kitchen Maid

kitchen maid

I was at ‘The Towers’ working for Doctor Fred Walker. He had a surgery out at the other side of the road, some distance away. As kitchen maid I didn’t get out much. The housemaid used to take the child out, so she got out more.

I had a weekend off each month and then I’d go back home. No, I don’t think there were any trams. The doctor had a pony and trap and a groom to look after it.

No, I haven’t seen Upstairs, Downstairs . . . the people next door say I ought to look at it.”

Jane Bell, 7 March, 1974

This was my grandma on her 91st birthday, when we visited her at Sutton-cum-Lound in Nottinghamshire on Thursday, 7 March 1974, reminiscing about the brief period in her life when she worked in Wakefield. I’d been showing her Harold Speak and Jean Forrester’s book of photographs of Old Wakefield. From what she said, it’s hardly surprising that she didn’t have more memories of the city at that time.

By the time of the 1901 census she’d moved up to being cook, for a family in Sheffield, so her time in Wakefield must have been towards the end of the 1890s or 1900.

diary
Extract from my diary for 7 March 1974. I’d travelled up on the train from my student accommodation near the Royal College of Art that morning.

Grandma’s Cupboard

Robert and Jane Bell at Vine Cottage, Sutton-cum-Lound in the 1950s. Colour added at colourise.sg. In real life the bricks and pantiles were terra cotta red, the paintwork green and creamy white.

My grandma, Jane Bagshaw, met my grandad Robert Bell at a celebration of Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee, on Tuesday June 15th 1897 at 3 o’clock at Serlby Park, Nottinghamshire. He was then aged 19, working as second coachman to the Galways at Serlby. Jane, a domestic servant was 14.

Vine Cottage

After living in Sheffield, the couple retired to Vine Cottage, Sutton-cum-Lound, near Retford, Nottinghamshire in the 1950s.

As you might guess from the photograph of them, standing amongst the hollyhocks in front of the cottage, they were the kind of grandparents that you might encounter in a children’s story.

The ‘Grandma’s Cupboard’ prompt in my writer’s notebook.

Taking my cue from a prompt on the Start Writing Fiction course that I took this autumn, I’ve recalled some of the features of Vine Cottage, as I remember them from my childhood, from the late 1950s to the early 1960s, when they left the cottage and moved to a bungalow at the other end of the village.

Grandma’s Cupboard

shelf edging

The prompt on the fiction course was to write about ‘Grandma’s Cupboard’, so let’s start with the shelves in the narrow scullery at the back of the cottage.

Grandma lined the shelves with newspaper, cutting a decorative zig-zag on its trailing edge. My father saved copies of The Times for her. At that time it was a broadsheet consisting almost entirely of text so it gave the shelves a more uniform effect than her own Weekly News, a popular tabloid. She always saved The Weekly News for me because I liked the cartoons in it. And they would sometimes also pass on a copy of the Salvation Army’s newsletter, which featured a comic strip of The Adventures of Black Bob, featuring a hill shepherd and his faithful border collie.

Continue reading Grandma’s Cupboard

Jennie the Cook

Google Street image of Lawson Court, 17 Lawson Road, image capture May 2017.

Grandma, Jane Bagshaw, at Vine Cottage, Sutton-cum-Lound, in the 1960s.

My grandad, Robert Bell, always referred to my grandma Jane as Ginny. That name must have gone back a long way because, delving back into my family tree on Find My Past, I’ve found that she was entered on the 1901 census as ‘Jennie Bagshawe’ (in fact, that should be Bagshaw, but I think that extra ‘e’ adds a certain cachet).

Then aged 22, she was working as cook in the household of Helen Taylor, widow, alongside Clara Holmes, 21, housemaid, who was born in  Eckington, Derbyshire. Also resident at Mrs Taylor’s was her son, Joseph G Taylor, aged 37, a saw manufacturer.

NOTE: After further research I’m now wondering if Jennie Bagshawe is actually our Jane Bagshaw, who would have been 17 or 18 at this time. Perhaps the person who filled in the form got the age wrong, or perhaps Jane had lied about her age for some reason.

Sheffield was heavily bombed during the World War II Blitz so many of the homes of my ancestors, including my mum’s family home and my great-grandma’s home next door, were destroyed, so I was delighted to find that the house where grandma cooked so many meals was still intact, along with its gateposts.

I can imagine Jennie and Clara sharing the attic room. I once asked grandma what was involved in domestic work and she recalled that it was a long day, starting with setting the fires very early in the morning.

I remember that she was a good cook and it was amazing how she and Robert could create a Sunday dinner, Yorkshire puddings included, for seven at Vine Cottage with just a single ring on a paraffin primus stove and the oven in the cast iron range, heated by a coal fire. The kettle, with its handle insulated by string wound around it, went on some kind of a rack in front of the fire.

In 1975 or 76, I cooked her my signature dish at the time, lasagne, and I think that she was quite impressed. As she made her way back down the stairs from my first floor flat, she fell and rolled down several steps at the bottom of the first flight but just picked herself up on the landing, giggling. She was in her nineties at the time!

I once asked grandad why, as a country boy, with a job in the stables of a big house, he’d headed for Sheffield.

“Because a certain young lady had gone there!” he replied.

It’s all rather romantic and I’m glad he made the journey as, otherwise, I wouldn’t have been here today.

Now, thanks to Google Maps and Find my Past, I know where she worked at the time. Did she ever look out of that arched window and spot young Bob coming to call on her on her day off?