Remembering Mum

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To mark the first anniversary of my mother’s passing on 22 February 2013, today I am sharing the tribute I read out at her funeral service.

Family was very important to Mum, she lived for her husband, her sons, her grandchildren and great grandchildren. Yet Mum herself was an only child, the daughter of Fred and Louisa Atcherley. Apart from her grandmother Jessie Atcherley, who died when Mum was 10, Mum knew few if any other members of her father’s family. From the age of 13 however, when the Atcherleys moved from the sticks of Staffordshire into the town of Newport, Shropshire, she was able to spend time with cousins from her mother’s side of the family. It is those cousins who are as I speak remembering Mum in Newport, where they still live. Two years after moving to Newport, aged just 15, Mum met Dad at the 1952 Newport May Fair. Through her marriage to him she gained and embraced a wider family of parents, brothers and sisters in law. The rest, as they say, is history. Or should I say family history.

Family history. From time to time I would say to Mum that with her Atcherley maiden surname, it would be a doddle to trace her ancestry, and eventually I got around to making good on that claim. I managed to trace Mum’s Atcherley forebears all the way back to her 9th great grandfather Richard Atcherley, born in Shropshire in the late 1500s. Ironically, given that Mum’s least-favourite of Dad’s nicknames for her was “The Queen”, I also traced Mum’s ancestry back from her 8th great grandmother to a couple from whom the Queen herself is also descended, and from there found that I could follow her lineage all the way back to King Edward the First in the 1200s. Mum was Royalty all along.

The Atcherley family itself can also be traced back to the 1200s, and I even found the location of the tiny settlement in north Shropshire from which the family took its name. I remember sharing that news with Mum during one of her stays in the place Dad called the Talbot Butler Hotel, in Northampton General Hospital. I like to think that my research helped to reconnect Mum with the wider family of her father’s of which she had known so little, and I also hope she enjoyed listening to the regular updates on my Atcherley adventures as much I enjoyed giving them. I do know that although Mum was not much of a reader of books in her adult life, she did read and enjoy the biography of her famous Atcherley cousins, David and Sir Richard Atcherley, the flying twins of the Royal Air Force.

The tales of the Atcherley twins’ exploits are in turns amazing and hilarious, but David and Richard were not by any means the only members of the family about whom fascinating stories can be told. The most dramatic stories are of those who fought in battle, from Trafalgar (where Captain James Atcherley took the surrender of the French Admiral), through to those of the Crimea, the Boer Wars, and the First and Second World Wars. Courage and heroism in adversity, displayed by so many Atcherleys over the years, is something to which Mum was no stranger. Her battle over the last seven years, against lymphoma, has in my view been just as courageous as any of those fought by her illustrious Atcherley ancestors. For me she stands out as the biggest hero of them all.

I have heard many a tale of people coming away from funeral services having listened to glowing tributes to the departed, wondering if they had been at the right service, as all the praise didn’t really describe the person they’d known. That’s not something that will happen today. I don’t know anyone who had a bad word to say about Mum. That’s probably because Mum didn’t have a bad word to say about anyone else. Many people over the last week have described Mum as a lovely lady. It’s a description I endorse whole-heartedly.

Over the last week amidst the preparations for today’s service, I have been sorting through Mum’s collection of family photographs. It has turned out to be an unexpected pictorial treasure trove with photos dating from the 1950s and even earlier, right up into the 2000s. The photos, whether black and white or colour prints, or digital, are almost exclusively of three main subjects: holiday destinations, flowers, and above all, family. They depict what was important to Mum. They show what – and who – she loved.

I, and the rest of the family, have shed more than a few tears this last week, and without doubt we will all shed more yet. Losing someone with whom we have shared so much love and laughter over so many years is not an easy thing to get over. There is so much we will miss. But we are also glad that Mum is no longer suffering, and we are so very, very grateful for everything Mum did, and for everything she was. She was always there for us, and while I am not a religious person, I do believe that Mum’s love for us has not ended, and will not end, simply because she is no longer with us in body – just as our love for her is undiminished.

Before I finish I want to ask all of you here today to do something. You all have your own special memories of Betty, of Mum, the lovely lady who touched our lives in so many ways and always left us feeling the better for it. So I want you all to keep those memories close to your hearts, now and in the years ahead, and in so doing, keep Mum’s spirit, her love and friendship, alive.

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Lunacy and an Atcherley, Part 1

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Baptised on 9 February 1838 at the parish church of High Ercall, John Atcherley was the eldest of nine children born to Robert and Elizabeth. Under normal circumstances John would have been destined to take over the running of the farm which had been managed by his Atcherley forebears for a century. Things did not work out that way however. The financial health of John’s family, and John’s own mental health, were both to take a turn for the worst. Ahead of John lay not a settled agricultural existence but a turbulent life which would see him diagnosed a lunatic and embark on a journey half way around the world before taking a razor to his throat.

The first three census returns on which John Atcherley was recorded, in 1841, ’51 and ‘61, give no hints as to the problems which he would face in adulthood. All three show him living at home, on the 210-acre farm at Moortown, with his parents and younger siblings. He appears first as a three-year-old toddler, next as a 13-year-old scholar, and then as a 23-year-old farmer’s son who was no doubt working alongside his father Robert, who was by that time aged 55.

The farm in both 1851 and ’61 was employing a dairy maid, a housemaid / house servant, a cowman, two waggoners / carters and boy (plus, in 1851, a nurse). From this information it is obvious that the Atcherley farm was at least in part a dairy operation. Newspaper reports show that sheep, of the black-faced Shropshire Down variety, were also being raised. The Mr Atcherley mentioned in a 1853 report as the purchaser one or more rams which were selling at an average of 17 guineas each was almost certainly Robert of Moortown. So too was the Mr Atcherley named in another report the following year as one of the “first breeders and flock-masters” of black-faced sheep. And an article on the “great annual sale of Shropshire sheep” which took place in Shrewsbury 1862 notes that ewes from “Mr. Atcherley’s, Moortown” were sold for 63 shillings each.

Although the farm at Moortown was referred to in 1862 as “Mr Atcherley’s”, Robert had by this time passed away (he died in September 1861). This did not however leave John in charge of the farm. The 1863 Post Office Directory of Gloucestershire, Herefordshire, Shropshire and the City of Bristol listed Mrs Elizabeth Atcherley, not John, as one of the two farmers at Moortown (see image, right), as did the 1870 Post Office Directory of Shropshire, Staffordshire, and Worcestershire. And although the 1871 census shows John, occupation “farming”, as head of the Atcherley household at Moortown (with two servants, and his sister Margaret Jemima Atcherley as housekeeper), this does not mean that he had inherited the family business. The same census recorded John’s mother Elizabeth not far from Moortown, as a visitor at the farm occupied by her daughter and son-in-law, Charlotte and John Brookes. Her occupation was given as “farmer” and she probably returned to Moortown within days (perhaps even on the day) of the census. I don’t doubt that John was doing the lion’s share of the physical work on the farm, but his mother was in charge.

The fact that the 1871 census shows only two servants at the Atcherley farm (a housemaid and a dairy maid) is perhaps the first sign of a decline in the family’s financial fortunes. Further evidence can be found in two documents held by Shropshire Archives, which also reveal a decline in John Atcherley’s personal circumstances. They form part of a bundle of “papers and correspondence relating to [the] County Lunatic Asylum”.

The first of these documents is dated 27 October 1876, and was written by the Reverend Frank Woods. Although he was then living at Oxford, he had been curate at Ercall for a short period and during time had evidently been called upon to testify that John Atcherley “was lunatic” — the term used at that time to describe the mentally ill. He confirmed that his testimony had been reasonable, based on “the evidence of my senses & that of others.” As to the question of whether or not John was also a pauper, Rev Woods asserted that this was “a matter with which I should have thought the relieving officer was directly concerned.”

The second item is another letter, penned on 3 November 1876 by James Marcy, solicitor, clerk to the Wellington (Salop) Union, and addressed to G D Courcy Peel, Clerk to the Visitors, at the Lunatic Asylum at Shrewsbury. James headed his letter “Re J. Atcherley”, and wrote:

I am directed by the Guardians to reply to your letter. From enquiries they have made in this case it appears that Atcherley has no means of his own, but is entirely dependant upon his Widowed Mother who holds a farm at the Moortown but is not in very good circumstances. There is no person legally responsible for his support under these circumstances the Guardians consider him a Pauper.

It appears that the above letters form the only surviving records relating to John Atcherley’s admission to the County Lunatic Asylum (or, to give the institution its full name, the Lunatic Asylum for the Counties of Salop and Montgomery, and for the Borough of Wenlock). Gaps in the admission and treatment records of the asylum for the period when John was taken into care there mean that it is unlikely that we will ever know for sure the nature of John’s mental disorder, the kind of treatment he received, or for how long he was detained there.

The County Lunatic Asylum, situated between Bicton Heath and Shelton on the outskirts of Shrewsbury, had opened in 1845, the year in which a law was passed compelling counties and boroughs in England and Wales to provide such establishments. However construction of this asylum had begun in 1843 under legislation dating back to 1808. One of the driving forces behind the asylum’s creation was Sir Baldwin Leighton, a humanitarian (and future Member of Parliament) who took great interest in the welfare of pauper lunatics. He spent much of August and September 1841 visiting lunatic asylums in other parts of the country to learn about their locations and the care they provided. We can but hope from the spirit in which the asylum was founded, that this institution cared for John Atcherley in an enlightened manner, at least by the standards of the time.

What is certain is that John’s condition improved, at least to the extent that he was no longer considered to be a danger to himself or others. As lunatic asylums at this time were often overcrowded, and because of the higher costs of keeping pauper lunatics in an asylum rather than the workhouse, such lunatics were often removed from the former to the latter despite the fact that they still required specialised care and treatment. It is therefore possible that John was, at least initially, taken to the Wellington Union workhouse rather than sent home to Moortown. Either way, the duration of John’s stay at the County Lunatic Asylum was less than three years. And whether he went to the workhouse, or home, or from one to the other after his release from the asylum, he was soon to depart for a new home a long, long way from his native Shropshire. On 29 October 1878 “Jno Atcherley”, aged 37, of Salop, a farm labourer and a single man, departed England aboard the Western Monarch, and arrived four months later, on 26 February 1879, at The Bluff, at the southern end of New Zealand’s south island.

The Western Monarch

I am always curious about the reasons why our ancestors moved from one place to another. What were the factors which encouraged or compelled them to leave their homes, and what was it that drew them or forced them to settle in the places where they ended up? I have no firm answers where John Atcherley is concerned. It is difficult to know the extent to which his migration was his own choice (his family or perhaps the Wellington Union’s Board of Guardians may have been behind his relocation) or, given his state of mind, how sound his judgement was if the decision was his. But John may well have been attracted by the prospect of making a fresh start in the “Britain of the South”, a land where he might be able to establish his own farm.

If John did harbour thoughts of farming in New Zealand, his ambition was not realised. It appears that he worked variously as a labourer and as a cook, leading a quiet and uneventful life – until his inner demons returned in 1886. Towards the end of October that year, John appeared at the Resident Magistrate’s Court at Oamaru, on a charge of being a lunatic, however he was discharged. Around this time John went to nearby Redcastle, where he had previously worked as a cook, and he was given work felling gum trees. But on the morning of Sunday 31 October, according to a local newspaper:

Atcherley went to the door of a room occupied by the assistant gardener and shepherd, and after attempting to get in, called out ‘Look what I have done.’ The men looked out and found that Atcherley had cut his throat.

A doctor and the police were called immediately, and the doctor sewed up the wound which John had inflicted with a razor. Although initially it was stated that John was taken to hospital, where he lay in a critical condition, another report said that a medical examination found that John was much better. Then, some ten years after being diagnosed a lunatic in Shropshire, and nearly 12,000 miles away from that place, John Atcherley once again found himself being sent to a lunatic asylum.

Images: Top — Extract from Post Office Directory of Gloucestershire, Herefordshire, Shropshire and the City of Bristol, 1863. Public domain image sourced from Google Books. Bottom — Western Monarch. Image Digitised by the State Library of Queensland. Public domain image (copyright expired) sourced from Wikimedia Commons.


[1] Baptism register of High Ercall St Mary & All Saints shows, on 9 February 1838: John son of | Robert & Elizabeth | Atcherley | Moortown | farmer. Copy viewed at Shropshire Archives.
[2] Census of England and Wales, 1841. Piece 905, book 7, folio 19, page 3.
[3] Census of England and Wales, 1851. Piece 1997, folio 69, page 12.
[4] Census of England and Wales, 1861. Piece 1896, folio 49, page 2.
[5] Worcestershire Chronicle, 24 Aug 1853, page 6.
[6] Derby Mercury, 11 Oct 1854, page 8.
[7] Nottinghamshire Guardian, issue 886, Friday 15 Aug 1862, page 6.
[8] Death of Robert Atcherley registered at Wellington, Shropshire, September quarter 1861; volume 6a, page 472.
[9] National Probate Calendar (1861) shows: ATCHERLEY Robert. 23 December. The Will of Robert Atcherley late of the Moortown in the Parish of High Ercall in the County of Salop Farmer deceased who died 16 September 1861 at the Moortown aforesaid …
[10] Post Office Directory of Gloucestershire, Herefordshire, Shropshire and the City of Bristol, 1863. Page 690.
[11] Post Office Directory of Shropshire, Staffordshire, and Worcestershire. Page XXX.
[12] Census of England and Wales, 1871. Piece 2805, folio 49, page 1.
[13] Census of England and Wales, 1871. Piece 2805, folio 51, page 6.
[14] Shropshire Archives item QA/7/6/40 dated 1875-1877 shows: Bundle of papers and correspondence relating to County Lunatic Asylum. Includes: (/1) General statement of asylum from 1 Jan-31 Dec 1875. (/5-6) Correspondence re John Atcherley, 1876.
[15] Access to Archives: Records of Shropshire and Montgomeryshire Counties and Wenlock Borough Lunatic Asylum at Bicton Heath (Later Shelton Hospital)
[16] Leonard Smith (2013), “A Sad Spectacle of Hopeless Mental Degradation.” The Management of the Insane in West Midlands Workhouses, 1815-60. In: Jonathan Reinarz, Leonard Schwarz (eds.), Medicine and the Workhouse. Page 103 et seq.
[17] FamilySearch: Passenger list for the Western Monarch, arriving at The Bluff, New Zealand on 26 Feb 1879.
[18] Bruce Herald, volume XVII, issue 1801, 2 Nov 1886, page 3.
[19] North Otago Times, volume XXXI, issue 6192, 2 Nov 1886, page 2.

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