Hogwarts at Horsham?

On Thursday June 30, 2016 I visited Christ’s Hospital School in Horsham, West Sussex to see the famous school that my grandfather attended from 1898 to 1904. The grounds and buildings look something like the Hogwart’s School out of a Harry Potter movie. This resemblance is particularly strong in the very large Dining Hall that also houses the eighty-six foot long painting by Antonio Verrio that has been a feature of the school dining room for over 320 years even though the school moved from London to Horsham in 1902. The painting is known as The Verrio  and the scene about the founding of the Royal Mathematical School in 1673 is appropriate for a school that had some famous mathematicians in its past including Williams Wales, the astronomer to Captain Cook. Special tours are provided by the school called Verrio Tours organized by Michelle Smith but because my grandfather was a graduate of Christ’s Hospital School she kindly gave us a private tour of the grounds and buildings that he once knew including his dormitory called Thornton B and the school museum..

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Prior to 1902 the school was located in London where my grandfather attended since 1898 but he was among those students who moved to the campus at Horsham at that important moment in school history. Christ’s Hospital School was originally founded in 1552 by King Edward VI and its students became known as the Bluecoats because of the Tudor-style long blue coat uniform that they still wear today. My grandfather was a Bluecoat and Elizabeth Bridges, CHS Museum Curator showed us a photo of him that we had never seen before that was taken at Lent in 1904 of the group of housemates of Thornton B.

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We also brought a couple of photos of my grandfather to share with the museum staff.

And, I even brought a copy of my grandfather’s report card that is now an over 100 year old historical document.

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The museum has a number of publications about the school history and I purchased a copy of “Christ’s Hospital Heritage Engravings” by Mike Barford after seeing a framed woodcut in the museum of “The Bluecoat boy”created in by William Nicholson and published in the book London Types published in 1898 by William Heinemann. An original copy of the print was passed down by my grandfather to our family.

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The print was paired with a poem by William Ernest Henley

So went our boys when Edward Sixth, the King,
Chartered Christ’s Hospital, and died. And so
Full fifteen generations in a string
Of heirs to his bequest have had to go.
Thus Camden showed, and Barnes, and Stillingfleet,
And Richardson, that bade our Lovelace be;
Thus to his Genevieve young S. T. C.
With thousands else that, wandering up and down,
Quaint, privileged, liked and reputed well,
Made the great School a part of London Town
Patent as Paul’s and vital as Bow Bell:
The old School nearing exile, day by day,
To certain clay-lands somewhere Horsham way.

We completed our tour of Christ’s Hospital School and visited the town of Horsham where we enjoyed dinner at Bill’s Horsham Restaurant.

 

 

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Welsh Haiku Readings at Kenilworth Park, Portland Oregon

The Welsh Society of Oregon held a picnic at Kenilworth Park in Portland, Oregon on September 10, 2016 calling the program “Haiku for Welsh People.” I created a few poems to read at the picnic that were inspired by my trip to Wales earlier in the summer.

“Welsh Haiku” by Jim Mockford

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Stone Stairs to the Keep

A Red Dragon flies above

The Castell Caerdydd

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River Taff boating

Across Bay to Mermaid Quay

Where horizons sing

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Venison Meat Pie!

Pieminister I must be

Oh, grateful gorging

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Picau Y Ar Maen

Currents and Castor Sugar

Welsh Cakes and jam split

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Bara brith sweet bread

Flavorful tea, fruit, and spice

And candied peel too!

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Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau

Stadiums and streets in song

Welsh Football Season!

(Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau = “Old Land of My Fathers”)

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Great Land of Singers

Gwlad a Chantorium

Don’t forget to dance!

(Gwlad a Chantorium =”Land and Singers”)

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Cymru fy nyddig

Landscapes for merry muses

Language of minstrels

(Cymru fy nyddig = Cambria, of mountains)

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Haiku inspired by my finding an old box of family letters written during World War II

Winter Forty Five

Grandson fighting in The Bulge

Snowing in Cardiff

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Battalion Half-Tracks

Rushing soldiers to the front

Engines full throttle

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Five Hundred Mile Race

Across France to Margarotte

Fifty-Fifth A.I.B.

(A.I.B.= Armored Infantry Division. 55th A.I.B. was a battalion of the

11th Armored Division, Patton’s 3rd Army in the Battle of the Bulge)

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Baptism of Fire

Buddies who never came home

Old Man’s memories.

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Cemetery Crosses

A familiar name is found

“Hell of a Good Guy!”

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Haiku inspired by the centenary of World War I

Royal Welch Fusiliers

Fighting in the Mametz Wood

In Parenthesis

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The Great War Poet

Shell shocked and home at last

Never left the trenches

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David Jones, Great War Poet and Royal Welch Fusilier at Mametz Woods

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A Welsh Red Dragon

Tearing at barbed wire

In Memoriam

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Westminster Vigil

Changing of the Royal Guard

Grave of the Unknown

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Sixteen Great War Poets

Immortal Poets Corner

Westminster Abbey

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100 Years recall

Battle of the ghastly Somme

Uncle Herbert’s Grave

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Jim Mockford at grave of great uncle Herbert Mockford at Combles Communal Cemetery in The Somme.

 

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Research at Glamorgan Archives

Thanks to the suggestion from historian Joan Andrews that we visit the Glamorgan Archives I made a visit on Tuesday June 28 to view The National School Log Book St. Andrews Major 1874-1904. The helpful staff at the archives did not take long to find the particular volume of this “Headmaster’s Log Book” that I was interested in reading. And then as I opened the page to the year 1887 I found my great grandfather’s own handwritten entries. What a find!

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John Benjamin Mockford commenced duties as Headmaster of the National School at Dinas Powys in September 1887. He had previously served five years as Headmaster of the National School at Waddesdon, Ayleshire where his son John Benjamin Mockford III and daughter Emily were born. His wife Julia was pregnant when they moved to Wales and they were expecting the birth of their third child in early 1888. They celebrated their first Christmas in Wales in 1887 and John Benjamin Mockford wrote that school was closed for two weeks for the usual Christmas Holiday noting that grades had “fallen off owing to the approach of the festive season.”

School resumed on January 9 1888 but during the next week or so Julia’s pregnancy became difficult and he noted that she was ill on January 20 before the log is silent for a week. We learn later that  upon the birth of their second son Arthur Julian Mockford on January 20, 1888 Julia died from post partum hemorrhage. I found an entry in the Headmaster’s Log during the week following her death.

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(27 Jan. 1888) Owing to the Sudden death of my wife I was unable to do much in school. The work, was however carried on very satisfactorily by the teachers.

The baby was “claimed” by his maternal grandparents Rev. Benjamin Bull and wife Mary who took Arthur Julian to care for him at their home in Somerset while the two older children remained with their father in Wales. The difficult year of 1888 passed and John Benjamin Mockford became very involved in church activities as organist and choirmaster and community organizations such as the Horticultural Club and the Dinas Powis Brass Band. On 23rd August 1889 the South Wales Newspaper mentioned “Selections of music being rendered by the Dinas Powis Brass Band, under the leadership of Mr. Mockford” performing for a meeting of about 80 members of the Cardiff Teachers of the National Union of Elementary Teachers.  His name appeared in the paper again and again. In 1891, a brief biography with illustration was published, “MR JOHN B. MOCKFORD is headmaster of Dinas Powis National School, and was apprenticed at St. Mary’s, Deptford road, London. He was trained at Cheltenham in 1878-1879 and from there went to Keeton-Road School as assistant, afterwards securing the appointment as headmaster at Aylesbury. At Powis he commenced work four years ago, and the school is very flourishing having nearly doubled its numbers. This is the only elementarv school in South Wales which has made Sloyd carpentry a subject of instruction, it having a separate workshop built for the purpose. Great interest is taken in this work by the managers, including General Lee and Canon Edwards, and Mr Whitmell, the inspector, has highly commended the work.”

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In 1894 he married Elizabeth Agnes Cram at St. Andrews Major Dinas Powys and the following year a son Herbert was born in 1895. They would have a daughter Jessie born in 1897 and a boy Gilbert in 1903. Meanwhile Arthur Julian Mockford was a “Bluecoat Boy” enrolled at Christ’s Hospital School in London until the school moved to Horsham, West Sussex in 1902. He completed his studies in 1904 the same year that the Mockford family moved back to London from Wales.

I want to thank the staff of the Glamorgan Archives for their assistance during my visit and allowing me to digitally copy pages of my great grandfather’s writing in the Headmaster’s Log. I hope to write a longer story about him in the future.

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John Benjamin Mockford II

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A visit to my grandfather’s birthplace Dinas Powys, Wales and Cardiff too!

In 2016 I made a journey to  Cardiff and Dinas Powys in Wales to see the place where my grandfather was born in 1888 and where my great grandfather was Headmaster of the National School for 17 years from 1887 to 1904.  My wife and I arrived in London on Saturday June 25 and we caught the Great Western Railway train from Paddington Station to Cardiff. The two hour journey brought us to Cardiff Station just as news had arrived that the Welsh National Football team had defeated Northern Ireland and the streets filled with singing fans as we walked to The Royal Cardiff Hotel in the midst of the celebration. We sat an outdoor table in front of Pieminister Café and we enjoyed Venison Pie for dinner while watching the raucus celebration continue in the streets of Cardiff and heard the singing until the wee hours of the morning.

On Sunday we caught the first train to Dinas Powis where we were met by Victoria Greene who took us by car to church at St. Andrew’s Major where we met Rev. Andrew James and his dog Coco. I was surprised to see a plaque on the church wall with the names of Headmasters of the National School including my great-grandfather John Benjamin Mockford who lived in Dinas Powis from 1887 to 1904.

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After the church service we visited with parishioners at a lovely coffee hour hosted by Cicely Green at her beautiful home at Garn Hill. I walked into the peaceful garden around her home and took many photos.

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After coffee Peter Hilary Jones offered to be our driver and guide to show us around Dinas Powis where we visited a local historian Joan Andrews who lived in a home once occupied by a former student of John Benjamin Mockford. She shared her research on the late Victorian period and some interesting findings about School Master Mockford . Joan suggested that we visit the Glamorgan Archives where she had found the Headmaster’s Log.

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Joan Andrews with Jim Mockford

After a fascinating hour of visiting with Joan at her house our host Peter drove us to the Twyn, a small park in Dinas Powis with a stone monument and War Memorial across the street from the site where the National School was located at the time of Mockford’s work at the school. The local history book “Dinas Powys St Andrews Major & Michaelston-le-Pit: From Old Photographs” by Chrystal Tilney included photos that identified John Benjamin Mockford and his wife on page 46.

We continued our tour past Wenvoe Castle where Major General Lee had lived a century ago and a man who was a benefactor of the National School and close friend of John Benjamin Mockford. General Lee served as Best Man at my great grandfather’s wedding to Elizabeth Agnes “Cissie” Cram in 1894. Cissie was John Benjamin Mockford’s second wife after his first wife Julia Bull Mockford died in 1888 from a post partum hemorage after giving birth to my grandfather Arthur Julian Mockford.

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We were surprised to receive a nice letter from Tony Welshman, a Cram relative who provided us with some photos and family history. Unfortunately we were unable to meet Mr. Welshman as he was out of town at the time but it was my first time to connect with anyone from the Cram family and I thought that some of our Mockford relatives from John Benjamin’s second family might have an interest in the Cram family history too. I was determined to visit the Glamorgan archives but that would have to wait for a day when the archives were open. Our tour of Dinas Powis took us back to Peter’s home the old parsonage of St. Andrews Major where his wife Anne had made us a delicious supper and our conversation continued to the end of the afternoon when she kindly returned us by car to Cardiff.

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Peter Hilary Jones and Jim Mockford at The Old Rectory St.Andrew’s Major

 

The next day we toured Cardiff Castle with friends from Portland that surprised us by timing their arrival at Cardiff Castle just before we entered the gate and joined the same tour of the magnificent house of the Bute Family and then a walk on the grounds to the Norman Keep with Welsh Flag flying overhead.

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After the tour of the castle we decided to take the boat tour from Bute Park across Cardiff Bay to Mermaid Quay where the Dr. Who Museum and Wales Millennium Centre are among the tourist attractions.

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Wales Millennium Centre

 

 

 

 

 

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Remembering Hiroshima and Nagasaki

Over four decades before a President of the United States made a visit to Hiroshima I made my first visit to see the Peace Memorial Park at Hiroshima while spending a year in Japan as a student at Waseda University in Tokyo. As I began Memorial Day weekend 2016 in Portland, Oregon I followed the news of President Obama’s speech at Hiroshima and I remembered my speechless visit to the Atomic Cenotaph, Peace Museum, and walk through the park to the Children’s Peace Monument known as the Sadako Statue. I don’t think I said one word to my college companion for most of the time I was there as there were no words to exchange for the impressions we took in at Hiroshima.

For over 70 years the dates of August 6 and August 9 have been a time for remembering Hiroshima and Nagasaki and the victims of the world’s first atomic bombings. The bombings have a profound connection not just to the end of a long terrible war Americans call World War II but to the post-war world in which I grew up. As a post-war baby boomer who grew up in Portland, Oregon I lived a couple of houses away from a man who witnessed the atomic bombing of Nagasaki from a distance of about 100 miles away. This American B-25 pilot flying over southern Kyushu his orders on that day were to avoid northern Kyushu and just after 11 am on August 9 he understood why he been ordered to fly far to the south over Kagoshima. Even though Japan was his enemy he wrote in his journal that he felt sorry for the Japanese people who had suffered greatly from the war that their leaders had initiated in China during the 1930s and finally against the United States on December 7, 1941. “Remember Pearl Harbor” and “Remember Hiroshima” were familiar phrases I heard growing up but the remembering of the atomic bombings was not something I thought about much for the first twenty years of my life until I made a visit to Hiroshima as a college student in the 1970s.

I attended Waseda University in Tokyo as a year-long exchange student and during spring break in 1975 I visited Hiroshima with another student to whom I had no words to exchange during our entire visit to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park (広島平和記念公園 Hiroshima heiwa kinen kōen). We could not say words as we could not fathom the destruction recounted in the exhibits in the museum or symbolized by the Atomic Cenotaph or The Children’s Peace Monument also known as the Sadako Statue. It was a deeply saddening and disturbing experience not because we came from the country that had dropped the bombs but because we are part of a world where such unimaginable tragedy took place. It was the first of many such visits I would make to tragic places in this world that number too many and my visits include Nagasaki and Hiroshima in Japan, and to Nanjing, China and to Mauthausen, Austria among others.

Eight years later in 1983 I returned to Hiroshima with a US Congressional Delegation from Washington State on an official mission in which we presented a wreath of flowers at the Atomic Cenotaph and 1,000 paper cranes made by Seattle schoolchildren at the Children’s Peace Monument. The statue of a girl with outstretched arms with a folded paper crane rising above her is based on the true story of Sadako Sasaki (佐々木禎子 Sasaki Sadako), a young girl who died from radiation sickness that originated from exposure to the bomb. Sakako believed that if she folded 1,000 paper cranes she would be cured but she died before she could finish the task and her friends and other finished the 1000 paper crane garland called Senbazuru. Today the story has spread around the world and people from all countries fold paper cranes and send them to Hiroshima where they are placed near the statue. Unlike the first trip to Hiroshima that was so deeply disturbing this second trip was like a step towards hope that by remembering we can hope to change mankind for the better.

 

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Roger Julian Mockford (1924-2015)

This is the reprint of the Obituary for my father that was prepared for release to local newspapers. Roger J. Mockford died December 4, 2015 of natural causes a few days before his 91st birthday. A memorial service will be held at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church, Oregon City, located at 822 Washington St. on Friday, December 11 at 11:00 AM, after a private burial at Willamette National Cemetery.

Roger was born December 7, 1924 in Inglewood, California to English immigrants Arthur Julian and Frances Rose Mockford.  He moved with his family to Oregon City in the early 1930s and graduated from Oregon City High School in 1943. Roger entered the US Army and was selected for the Army Specialized Training Program (ASTP) at the University of Oregon.  His unit was called up to serve in General Patton’s Third Army, 11th armored Division in 1944.  Roger arrived in France on the eve of the Battle of the Bulge, where he earned two Bronze Stars as an infantryman with the 55th Armored Infantry Battalion, fighting in the Ardennes Forrest near Bastogne.  Later, he was tasked with a 60lb flamethrower to attack bunkers in the Siegfried Line as Patton’s Third Army fought its way into Germany.  Roger suffered a concussion in western Germany after a nearby half-track ran into a mine.  He was sent from field hospital to Paris by train just in time to witness VE Day 1945 and the spectacular celebration as the war in Europe ended.  Roger served as the last President of the Pacific Northwest Chapter of the 11th Armored Division Association that retired its colors at the Louisville Convention in 2010. In 2015 Roger joined Honor Flight of Portland to visit the National World War II Memorial a trip that was deeply important to him 70 years after the end of WWII. He enjoyed participating in the Reynolds High School Living History Day every year including the November 7, 2015 program.

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Roger returned from the war in 1945 to continue studies at the University of Oregon and played on the Oregon Ducks Basketball and Football teams while earning his Bachelor of Science and Master of Science degrees.  He then began a career in teaching as a science teacher, coach, and athletic director.  Roger married Marie Rose Dolgan on June 10, 1951. Together they raised two children, Jim and Linda, who attended Kennedy School in NE Portland.  Roger taught at Portland’s Washington High School, Madison High School, John Adams High School, and Portland Community College (PCC).  He was department chair of the PCC Physical Education Department and initiated ski programs for college students at Mt. Hood.  In 1972, Roger became Athletic Director of the Reynolds School District, until his retirement.

Roger was an active Boy Scout Leader. He worked at Echo Lake, California, as well as Camp Meriwether in Oregon. He served as waterfront staff at the 1967 World Scout Jamboree in Idaho, and returned for two more stints at the National Scout Jamborees in Farragut Idaho.  Roger and Marie were active members of Rose City Squares, they traveled to national square dance conventions and were host for Portland events.

He was preceded in death by his wife Marie (2008) and granddaughter Laura Anne Mockford (1999).  Survived by his son, Jim Mockford (Cheryl); daughter, Linda Ferris (Scott); sisters, Mary Conrath and Margaret Foss; brother-in-law John Dolgan (Barb); grandsons, Christopher Mockford (Lynn), Jeffery Ferris, Chase Ferris, and Kirk Ferris; and granddaughter, Jenny Farmer (Jacob).

Donations may be made to Honor Flight of Portland – Bend Heroes Foundation, Providence Medical Center, and St Paul’s Episcopal Church Oregon City.

Roger J Mockford Obituary Portland Tribune

 

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A walk in Southwark in the land of London Bridge

After seeing the sights of Rotherhithe by Thames Path and following neighborhood streets to places where my ancestors lived in the 1800s it was time to take a step further into the family past by setting out to see neighboring Bermonsey and Southwark.

George Mockford was born in Southwark in 1730 and he married Mary Higden at St. Olave’s Southwark in 1763. Not much is known about George Mockford except that he lived during an age of Georges in England: King George I passed in 1727 away a few years before George Mockford was born and King George II had reigned for three years still not popular in these early years of his reign but over time King George II gained the respect of the people. It was an age of challenges for George II as he was threatened by Jacobite ambitions and attempts to take the throne at home and a time when he was engaged in military expeditions overseas. George II was the last British king to lead an army on a battlefield. This took place at the Battle of Dettingen in Germany against the French in 1743 during the War of the Austrian succession. Just two years later George II contended with a threat at home when in 1745 Charles Edward Stuart the Young Pretender landed in Scotland to claim the throne. George’s army was again successful and defeated Charles at the Battle of Culloden in April 1746.

These battles were fought between primarily British and Hanoverian Protestants against French and Scottish Jacobite Catholics and created an anti-Catholic wellspring of public opinion that would combine Protestantism and English patriotism in violent expression that generated the Gordon Riots of 1780. George II died in 1760 and his grandson George III became King as a result of the King’s eldest son, Frederick having died in 1751. For the Mockford family in Southwark and Rotherhithe as well as the rest of England it was a century of King Georges after George III died in 1820 and George IV was King until 1830. Our George Mockford born about 1730 spent a lifetime in Southwark where he married Mary Higden in 1763 and where young Samuel Mockford was born in 1766 and baptized at St. Olave’s Southwark. London Bridge had suffered a fire in 1763 and was repaired in time for a flood in 1763 that required evacuation of residents along Tooley Street which led to the church. The name Tooley Street, is said to be named after the church as in “t’ Olous” the road to Olav’s. George Mockford knew this Southwark neighborhood also called The Borough well. We do not know if George knew or was related to a Francis Mockford who appeared in the press in 1780 for an involvement in the Gordon Riots.

St. George The Martyr Church also known as Little Dorrit's Church

St. George The Martyr Church also known as Little Dorrit’s Church

We walked across Tower Bridge to Tooley Street to London Bridge and south on Borough High Street to St. George the Martyr Church (also known as Little Dorrits Church from the novelist Charles Dickens story). I visited the John Harvard Library and Southwark Local History Library that is located on the former site of the Marshalsea Prison known for the incarceration of accused pirates and smugglers, seditious rebels, and debtors who was among those was Charles Dickens father was jailed for debts in 1824 and young Charles was forced to work in a factory at the age of 12. His novel Little Dorrit is based on this experience and one night little Amy Dorrit sleeps in St. George the Martyr Church while her father in next door in Marshalsea Prison for debts. Today the John Harvard Library and Southwark Local History Library have in addition to local history books a collection of old maps that show the neighborhood in Dickens time and here I found old records of the Mockford family in Southwark and Rotherhithe in the 1700 and 1800s.

Long before George Mockford lived in Southwark a local brewer named Henry Leeke left an estate for the establishment of St. Olave’s School, but with a nod to St. Savior’s Church to have the funds if St. Olave’s did not create a school within two years of the reading of his will in 1560. The schedule was kept and teaching began on Michaelmas Day 1561. By 1571 St. Olave’s School received letters patent as a grammar school and as per the charter the school was called: The Free Grammar School of Queen Elizabeth of the Parishioners of the Parish of Saint Olave in the County of Surrey. A Southwark native named John Harvard (b. 1608) attended who followed the example of brewer Henry Leake except that Harvard left his books and money in America to establish a college. John Harvard was born in Southwark in 1607 and was baptised at St Saviour’s (now Southwark Cathedral) and attended St. Olave’s School before going on to Emmanuel College, Cambridge where he earned his B.A. in 1632 and M.A. in 1635 before marraige to Ann Salder in 1636. In 1637 the Harvards sailed to New England where they began a life in Charlestown but just a year later John Harvard died from tuberculosis and after providing his wife with half his estate the remainder and his entire library of 400 books was given to the founding of a college in Cambridge, Massachusetts that celebrated its 350th anniversary in 2012. http://harvardmagazine.com/2000/01/john-harvard.html

The story of St. Olave’s Southwark goes back much further into the past than Charles Dickens or John Harvard. The naming of the church is associated with the ancient story of London Bridge falling down. This history going back to 1014 tells how the King of Norway Olav Haraldsson in support of his ally the English King Ethelred the Unready sent boats up the Thames to attack the Danes who had attacked London and took control of the bridge. Olav surprised the enemy by having his boats pull out the bridge supports causing London Bridge to fall down and the Danes went tumbling with it. There were a number of wooden London Bridges built over the centuries but as the traffic from the City of London to Southwark increased something had to be done about the chaos and congestion on the bridge. In 1722 the Lord Mayor of London decreed that “all carts, coaches and other carriages coming out of Southwark into this City do keep all along the west side of the said bridge: and all carts and coaches going out of the City do keep along the east side of the said bridge” that may have been the origin of the British practice of driving on the left side of the road.London_Prospect_1710

George Mockford as a young man may have crossed the wooden London Bridge during a time when it was also a platform for wooden buildings including shops and houses on bridge itself but by 1762 the structures on the bridge had been demolished by the Act of Parliament for the purpose of improving traffic flow so that the generation of Samuel Mockford would have seen an uncluttered old London Bridge that lasted until the construction of a new 19th century London Bridge designed by John Rennie and this time built in stone began in 1824 and finally opened in 1831. The new London Bridge had a nice clean and modern appearance with five stone arches and was set 100 feet west of the old London Bridge that was still in use throughout construction and until the opening of the new bridge.

From the generation of Samuel Mockford to the present eight generations of our Mockford family has crossed this 19th century London Bridge with my father making his trip in 1944 as an American GI on leave to see his grandfather John Benjamin II while en route to France where his division was sent to the Battle of the Bulge. As for myself and my son Chris we had to go to Lake Havasu City Arizona in 2013 and make our bridge crossing there.

3 Generations of Mockfords at London Bridge

3 Generations of Mockfords at London Bridge

The church of St. Olave’s in Southwark where Mockford marriages and baptisms were held in the 1700s was very close to the London Bridge but it no longer exists. St. Olave’s Southwark was declared redundant in 1926 and demolished by 1928. The capping turret of the church was saved and placed in Tanner Street Park in Southwark where it was converted for a while into a drinking fountain. We walked to Tanner Street Park to find the structure there but no longer operational as a fountain and looking sadly unkempt and forlorn.

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The illustration showing St. Olave’s Southwark with turret ion 1647 is by Wenceslaus Hollar. Photos of turret at Tanner St. Park taken in 2015.

Sources: http://www.exploringsouthwark.co.uk/tanner-street-park/4589835567 http://www.londonremembers.com/subjects/st-olave-church-tooley-street

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8d/London_Prospect_1710.jpg  I am not sure but the church turret shown on the right might be St. Olave’s Southwark.

http://www.islandguide.co.uk/london/london-bridge.htm
http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~genmaps/genfiles/COU_files/ENG/LON/morden_lon_1690.htm

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