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A Different World
Ashwell before 1939
Albert Sheldrick, Bricklayer, Builders Foreman, Schoolboy co-founder
of Ashwell Museum and later its Curator, has written this wonderful
book about Ashwell in Hertfordshire - described by a former President
of the Royal Academy, the late Sir Albert Richardson, as the most
beautiful village in England. With its l76ft high church spire dominating
the village landscape, its unique Springs, remarkable Museum and
its many ancient buildings. Ashwell is a magnet for visitors from
far and wide, and is the much loved home for some 1700 inhabitants.
The authors main theme is Ashwell village life and its people during
the 1920s and 30s, the village in which he grew up.
He introduces
us to the twentieth century with strands from the past which
vitally influenced Ashwell – the tragedies and the
triumphs – the origins of its name, the buiIding of its majestic
church (interrupted by the Black Death), the coming of the railway
and the Great Fire of 1850, the Coproliters, the Nonconformists,
the parsons, poets and personalities, ghosts and soldiers - local
history with a difference, full of humour and humanity.
He writes
of Ashwell’s
schools, churches, pubs, farms and its characters in a marvellously
entertaining way.
The
book contains a rich and unique collection of over 170 photographs
from the
past — both from the museum and from family albums
to include a great array: Ashwell’s first car, last windmill,
the Brewery’s fleet of lorries, the sights which are seen no
more, the streets and shops as they appeared 80 or 90 years ago — all
these and a host of others make this a superb and fascinating book.
It has an interest and appeal which goes far beyond its borders,
as it shows us a way of life which has changed so much since 1939
and which rightly can be described as a different world.
At the end of the book, we have provided an Ordance Survey map of
1924 which shows many of the features, including the schools, shops,
churches, pubs, farms and streets described and illustrated in the
book.
ISBN 0 904378 37 3
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A Different World,
Ashwell before 1939
Preface
“
A fair town Aescewell, now Ashwell. The River Rhee issues from a source
of springs shaded on every side with tall ashes.” So wrote Sir Henry
Chauncy in his Historical Antiquities of Hertfordshire published in 1700.
The water is so clear and cold “that it gripes horses not used to
drink it,” Salmon, another historian, remarks.
But this is not a History of Ashwell. Albert Sheldrick is not a professional
historian:
he is an eye witness. The main thrust of this book is the Ashwell of the
1920s and 30s.
But he has an eye for the past,
and he leads us into the twentieth century with
strands from the past which had such a vital influence on the Ashwell
in which he grew up and which he is uniquely equipped to write about.
It is local history with a difference, full of humour and humanity,
much of it observed through the eyes of the schoolboy, later bricklayer
cum
honorary museum curator, who would probably have gone to university
nowadays. There are many delightful snippets.
The war to end all wars was over. It was the dawn of a new era. The
first motor car, the doctor’s, appeared in the village and the first farm
tractor. A versatile Cockney hat manufacturer came and, amid much speculation
and gossip, built the first bus - “Ye Olde Tin Can”.
Tucked away in a corner of North Hertfordshire, Ashwell was in many
ways any large village at this time: richer perhaps in history,
more full
of character than most, and certainly with its fair share of “characters”.
Also it was endowed with an amazing range of crafts and skills, and shops
that supplied almost every need. If you couldn’t buy it, somebody
else could make it. Every Monday morning Mr Hibbert, the sweep, trudged six miles over
the fields from Arlesey, brush and brass-capped rods on his shoulder,
to sweep
Ashwell chimneys at sixpence a time. Black as the ace of spades. he would
trudge back again at the end of the day.
In summer, beneath the skylarks’ canopy of song, the rolling expanse
of cornfields were scarlet with poppies and golden with charlock (“carlocks” everybody
called them), brighter than the more subdued red and yellow of sainfoin
and trefoil of the hayfields. In winter, when snow lay crisp and even,
farm workers set snares, baited with raisins soaked in brandy or whisky,
to tempt these tiny larks to end up as an expensive luxury served in the
best London hotels. For themselves, men netted sparrows roosting under
thatched eaves for next day’s sparrow pie. And Joe Man served
up to his friends a special line in snail suppers.
From his perch beside a chimneystack, or with his ear to
the ground on an inside job, or gawping as a boy in the
shops - and what shops,
and
what service - Albert missed little. For many, life was hard and
unyielding and working hours were long. But looking back benignly
with Albert, we
can see there was fun. Robert Christy
ALBERT
SHELDRICK
Born in Ashwell’s High
Street on February 2nd 1911, Albert William Sheldrick attended the village
Infants’ School from 1915-17, and the Merchant Taylors’ School
between 1917 and 1925. Leaving at the age of 14, he worked in the building
trade for two Ashwell building companies for all his working life, except
for service in the Second World War, with Anti Aircraft Command and the
21st Army Group. He retired in 1976
With fellow schoolboy, the late John Bray, he was co-founder of Ashwell
Museum in 1927, the first of its kind in the country. He has an unrivalled
knowledge of Ashwell and its people, and he has written many articles on
the subject.
He is the authof of “Fourpenny Phyllis”,
a booklet published in 1987 by The Friends of the Museum, which deals
with the life and work
of Phyllis Fordham, who lived at Ashwell Bury and was responsible for the
restoration of much of the village from 1903 until her death in 1958.
Happily married since their Christmas Day wedding in 1938, Albert and
his wife Win have two daughters and three grandchildren. Although they
have lived in Letchworth since 1983, they retain their links with Ashwell
through relatives and friends and Albert is a Trustee of Ashwell Museum.
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