Betsy Bessie Farrant
- Sex: F
- Born: 19 JUN 1870
- Died: 3 SEP 1940 in Hammersmith Kensal Green, London, England
- Buried: SEP 1940 in Hammersmith Kensal Green, London, England
- Occupation: Brush Hair Weaver 5th April 1891 Census
- Record Change : 7 JAN 2006
- 1891 5 Apr Cenus : 5 APR 1891 in Haverhill, Suffolk, England
- 1911 2 Apr Census : in Hammersmith Kensal Green, London, England
- RESI: Age: 20; Relation: Sister 1891 in Haverhill, Suffolk, England
- other : 18 SEP 1940 in London, England
- Probate Date : 18 SEP 1940 in London, EnglandBetsy Farrant
- Birth : ABT 1870 in Suffolk, EnglandBessie Woodcock
- RESI: Age in 1911: 41; Marital Status: Married; Relation to Head: Wife 2 APR 1911 in Hammersmith Kensal Green, London, England
MARRIAGE CERT NO. 111/1898, BIRTH CERT 94/1870 REGISTRATION DIST RISBRIDGE HAVERHILL SUFFOLK/ESSEX AT THE TIME OF HER DEATH SHE RESIDED AT 137 BLY THE ROAD HAMMERSMITH LONDON W14 HER ESTATE TOTAL POUNDS stg 327.$$\WP51\D RW\FTFAR01
On 1881 - James Farrant age 44; Eliza age 46; Betsy age 10 with siblings
On 1871 - James Farrant age 34; Eliza age 38; Betsy age 9 months with sib lings.
Memories of Haverhill - Ken Bailey
(Email Dated 16/09/1999)
I was born in Clements Lane 1928, and moved to Cambridge with my parent s soon after.
My memories of Haverhill were the holidays I spent at 2 Recreation Road w ith my Grand parents, days when the sun always seemed to shine and can on ly remember one wet day and getting wet through.
When one has such happy memories of Haverhill it is hard to know where t o start to describe such a town.
My grandparents name was Thake and my Grandmother was a Wybrow, my relati ves all seemed to work for Gurteens, Eric Thake, Jack Thake and Peter Tha ke. I am sure my mother had worked there too.
My Grandfather had been wounded at the Dardanelles, and so many I knew a s a child had been in the Suffolk Regiment.
Can always remember looking for the windmill with its circular sails a s I would be arriving on the train. It was my beacon of arrival. Have nev er seen a similar windmill in pictures of windmills since, it was lik e a large turbine. There was what was left of another windmill up Mill Hi ll.
My Grand mothers sister farmed at Haverhill Hall.and the hours and hour s I spent there with my uncles, the harvest time, and the foot path throu gh there to the Bumpsteads.
How bare it seemed when I went there a few years ago, the hedgerows gon e and few trees.
Puddle Brook at the top of Clements Lane and the woods further on.
The courting couples on a Sunday evening as my Grandparents took me for t hat usual Sunday evening stroll, to a pub out to wards Helions Bumstead , where we sat in the garden, my Grand Father having a pint and I think m y Grandmother had Port and lemonade. I had usually a lemonade, when I thi nk back it must have made a hole in their finances, farm labourers at th e Hall were paid about ten pence per hour. Rachel Patrick was with out do ubt in charge at the Hall.
When I went to Haverhill I noticed that they spoke differently to us in t he Cambridge area.
The older people said. "How are ye, ye hev grown sin I last sin ye". An d this with more of a drawl than we used in our speech. When I went bac k to Cambridge, my friends laughed when I said "Herebe", instead of. "Her e you are". when passing them some thing.
But Haverhill people laughed when the people in a village not far away sa id. "Where be yew goin Bo". Shew was another word used instead of show . A horse was a hoss, and work was wuk.
My mother went to the school on your photos, and I remember her telling m e they had to address the teacher as "Ma'am".
But looking back I think their speech was already changing from that almo st Elizabethan way.
Can remember the farm labourers sitting in the hedgerow for their break , cold tea, and a part loaf in a napkin, and with a knife, cut of mouthfu ls. A lump of cheese was placed on the part loaf and a small piece of bre ad in between their thumb and the cheese. No sandwiches that I can rememb er.
Hot Pads and short bread were delivered in the mornings by school boys wh o shouted out, "All Hot". Would like to know the recipe for the short bre ad. I think Uncle Rolly made these, he had a bakehouse down the road towa rds Burton End.
Can remember the Army maneuverers around Haverhill, the summer of 38, th e soldiers told us who won in the Joe Louis v Max Schemelling fight in th e U.S.A. they were awake to listen to it in the early hours.
Tanks came down Clements Lane, they had come through from Haverhill Hall , soldiers had gas rattles to simulate gun fire, if they had a Lewis Gu n like the pair of soldiers in Clements Lane near the Fever Hospital. Fac ing the foot path from hangarse as it was called, they whirled the gas ra ttle for a few seconds and then took of when an officer came through th e gate opposite riding a horse and surrounded by his infantry. It was a b it of a surprise to me because I thought soldiers didn't run away, bu t a ten year old has only read the gallant parts of war of course.
Royal Scots Fusiliers, Royal Horse Artillery with spurs when walking out , jingling.
It is strange how locals forget things of the past, when I said to some o ne there, about Kedington being called Kitton by most people, they had n o recollection. Perhaps some one could tell me where the name Thake cam e from, was it an occupation in
My Grandmother Died 1939 and a part of my world died too, it had been a p art of the world that I feel sorry for those who didn't know and the grow ing up amongst it.
The Playhouse managed by Glendering. The Ram, part owned by my uncle Jack .
Haverhill Gala, and afterwards the flaming torch lights, behind, people l inking arms dancing down Queen St.
The pop of the gas lanps as they were lit at night, An Aunt still lives t here in Eastern Ave.
(Email Dated 16/09/1999)
Here is a photo that went to France in my Uncles tunic, during the war 19 14 to 1918. The reason my Grandfather is not on the photo, he was away t o and was at the Dardenelles with the Suffolk Regiment. You will see th e result of being carried in France, the damage on the right. It gives s ome idea of the fortitude of the women and the men at that time.
(Email Dated 24/04/2000)
How we lived in the thirties ...
One of the biggest changes in life from how I remember Haverhill in the t hirties, is probably diet.
Putting on weight was not a problem for most people as the food we ate wa s mostly starch and not to much of that. And a lot of work was physical l abour.
Bread and butter or margarine was the mainstay for most people and jam t o brighten it up. Meat was used sparingly and made to last, so that Xma s was special in a choice of two or three meats, one of which would be po ultry. Salt Pork I can remember one year So Xmas was something everyone l ooked forward to. Now people can have Xmas day every week of the year. Th e Xmas presents one year were hung from a round hoop above our heads in t he front room, I must have been pretty young then as later it was pillo w cases. Sunday was Yorkshire pudding day with gravy from the Sunday roas t, and in our family eaten before the meat and vegetables, although I ha d been to another family's house and it was eaten all together on the on e plate, but the piece of pudding you received covered a fair area of th e plate.along with the gravy from the roast.
During the week we would have suet puddings with gravy or some times othe r variations such as onion cut up and rolled in it, some times currants , or fruit. The pudding was boiled in a cloth or a pudding dish when appl es were added. At harvest time rabbits came on the menu often baked i n a big pie dish with an egg cup set up side down in the middle to stop t he pastry sagging. Bread and jam was my favourite for breakfast and teati me Cake was a special treat mainly on Sunday.
My Grandfather kept pigs in a sty well up the back garden where the Dudde ry is and chickens nearer to the house The pollard and boiled potatoes sm elt really good when you felt hungry and can remember him throwing piece s of coal in the sty and the pigs crunching it up like boiled sweets.
We didn't eat pork if there was an R in the month. The apples trees in th e garden were Bramley Seedlings and Bismarck.
My Grand mother in the photo had six sons and four daughter's so it wa s a pretty busy house hold for my Grandparents to run not many luxuries f or either of them. The Wireless was run off a wet battery we called an ac cumulator, we took it to a garage to be charged up. The garage was near n ear the Playhouse Cinema.
When we were sick we had tallow rubbed on our back or chest some times br own paper on that too, so we crackled when we moved. Medicine was coloure d water that tasted quite nice and if you went off your food, Parishes Fo od was given to you, which I realize now had iron in it.
In March it was the time for kites, these were made with a long slim fla t piece of timber as a centre and a piece of bramble bent round in the sh ape of a bow fixed to one end by string and at each side taken down to th e bottom of the centre batten to where the tail was fixed, then covered i n brown paper and glued by mixing up flour and water paste. Some time s a piece of paper was threaded on the string and the wind slowly took th is up to the kite. This we called sending a message up.
When the maneuvers were on the soldiers had stew for breakfast which a lo t of them threw away round the trees at the Rec. As we walked past an off icers tent, he was the only one who had one, he looked at me, and said. " You would make a fine drummer boy". I wasn't to sure about that as I ha d seen pictures in someones house of red coated soldiers in line facing t he battle with a drummer at the end beating the drum. I thought it wa s a pretty vulnerable job.
Along from us at the Rec. was the Basham family, I think he was an ex sol dier, who made boiled sweets and sold them, we would go along to the hous e and he would have glass jars filled with them on the sideboard, perhap s he did this to supplement his pension? It may have been here that I sa w the pictures of Red Coated Soldiers.
At the bottom of the lane past a thatched cottage on your left just roun d the corner on the road to Burton End was a sweet shop run by Farrants , you opened the door and stepped down into their small shop, a beautifu l smell greeted you when the bell above your head clanged at the same tim e as the aroma hit you. The aroma that can only come from boiled sweets a nd lollipops You could spend the ha-penny you had on a gob stopper that c hanged colour as you sucked it. or perhaps even a farthing could buy an a niseed ball.
It was about this time Hitler Youth came to play soccer and won because o f teamwork and positional play, I heard the older ones say. Then I rememb er the concern when Hitler and Stalin got together, but weren't we Saxon s or something.and our soldiers the best in the world. But strange reall y I suppose when I heard no one discuss politics, that I can remember. I t was also at this time I saw my first searchlights over towards Stradish all, and an aircraft caught like a silver moth in a beam. The next plan e I saw caught in a searchlight beam was a Heinkell.
Each night I had to kneel by my bed and ask God to bless all my aunts an d uncles and then I was allowed to jump into bed. I now thank God I had s uch wonderful grandparents and knew Haverhill the way it was. The smell o f a farmyard and horses, wheat fields, threshing machines, hay stacks bei ng built. Piglets being warmed by a blazing fire at the farm in winter. N uts in the hedgerows and the taste of sloes in summer. It was all my ide a of heaven, what more did we want.
Here are a couple of words that were pronounced differently back then ...
Meadow was pronounced 'Midder' and Shirt was pronounced 'Shut'
If anyone would like to Email Ken about Haverhill during this period, ple ase feel free to do so ...
- Record Updated: 12 DEC 2013
Father: James Farrant, b. ABT 1837 in Haverhill, Suffolk, England in Haverhill, Suffolk, England
Mother: Eliza Cracknell, b. 1835 in Haverhill, Suffolk, England
Family 1: Archibald Brown Woodcock, b. 10 JAN 1871 in Bromley, Kent, England
- Married: 28 MAY 1898 in Battersea, Surrey, England
- Ernest Woodcock, b. 19 SEP 1907 in Hammersmith Kensal Green, London, England
- Living Woodcock
- Constance Bessie Woodcock, b. 27 OCT 1903 in Hammersmith Kensal Green, London, England
- Archibald WoodcockArchie WoodcockArchie Woodcock, b. 4 DEC 1898 in Wandsworth, Surrey, England
- Sidney Charles Woodcock, b. 27 JUL 1902 in Canterbury, Kent, England
- Lawrence Woodcock, b. 29 JAN 1905 in 137 Blythe Rd, , Hammersmith Kensal Green, London, England
- Mabel Clementine Farrant, b. 24 MAR 1890 in Haverhill, Suffolk, England
- Winifred Irene Farrant, b. 27 FEB 1896 in Haverhill, Suffolk, England
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