Sunday, 14 April 2013

Cholsey Churchyard



Over in the far right hand corner of Cholsey Churchyard not far from Agatha Christies grave you will find the grave of Alfred Shaw. Alfred was Station Master at the old Moulsford Station and would probably have lived with his wife in one of these houses


On the 21st February 1876 he was helping  load sheep on a wagon when one tried to escape. Alfred managed to stop it but ended up falling on top of it. He recovered ok and help load another 15 on the truck before going home for tea. After the last train had gone he retire and during the night his wife woke with  his soring and she told him to stop as it frightened her, next she heard a rattle in his throat and he died. At the inquest it was said that they think he died from internal injury  caused by the fall.
Moulsford station used to be here and the platforms would have been on the right of the photo and on the left where the two lines are near the old Hotel now a block of flats.

Alfred was 29 when he died and left his wife of 26 and two young children with no support. The inscription reads.
" Alfred Shaw of Manchester Late Station Master Moulsford GWR who died February 23rd 1878 age 29 Years  I will go to him but he shall not return to me"

Not far away near the church you will find the grave of Reverend Wyatt Cottle who fired the parish clerk for sacrilege and was then taken to court. The clerk was proved innocent but it ended up  in him going to the High court in London and being Granted a writ of mandamus to be given his old job back. The clerk ended up getting paid off with in effect 70 years wages. 
Cottle on the other hand was not trusted in the village after that and ended up himself being taken to court for non payment of work that had been done for him, he died on the 27th May 1832 age 77 being out lived by the clerk who died in 1845 age 70.





Near the church you can find the graves of the Hunt Family who were local landowners and farmers owning the Elms























The nice thing about the graves is that they have the footstones in place as well





















Nearby you can see other graves with footstones which belong to the Larkcom family





In the north side of the church are more footstones though I must admit when I first saw them I though they were graves of children








The names mentioned in this blog can also be found in a new book called Crime & Calamity in Cholsey by Barrie Charles  which takes place between 1819 - 1919. If you wander round the churchyard you can find a lot of the graves of the people mentioned in the book.

























Since writing this blog I the extension in the churchyard has opened and while looking around at some of the new graves I was surprised and upset to see this wooden cross. The name at first I made me think and the age was about right for who I thought it was. I asked one of the his friends and he confirmed it was who I thought it was, he had been killed in an RTA. Phil as I knew him used to be  a Scout leader and looked after the Cholsey cub pack when I knew him and also helped out. When our kids grew up he always asked after them when I saw him occasional. Phil worked as a bus driver taking children to and from. The school. On the day he died was on leave but the person who was supposed to drive did not turn in, Phil gave his day up to take the kids to school and it was while he was returning to the depot that a van cut across the road in front of him at a road junction and Phil's bus hit the van  and he was killed. I was very sad to hear this and even sadder I had not heard so I could attend his funeral. He will be missed by a lot of people.
Rest In Peace Phil

10 comments:

Denise said...

What a wonderful blog, Bill!

Dzjiedzjee said...

I also love to strawl over graveyards. Especially those old ones. I posted a blog myself about an old cemetery once. I love the silence and the stories these old stones tell us...

Kind regards from the Netherlands,
Gert Jan

SeaThreePeeO said...

Another fantastic post with lots of interesting information. I always get excited when I find footstones in situ.

Thank you for linking up with Cemetery Sunday

Beneath Thy Feet

Billy Blue Eyes said...

Thank you very much for the comment.

Billy Blue Eyes said...

Yes I remember the blog it was well captured and I agree with your sentiments

Billy Blue Eyes said...

Always a pleasure

Jen said...

Lovely set of photos! And interesting bit about Alfred -- apparently falling on a sheep didn't mean that he landed on something soft and cushy. Poor man.

Thanks for sharing on Taphophile Tragics!

Jen said...

Lovely set of photos! Too bad about poor Alfred ---- one would hope that if you landed on a sheep, there'd be more of a cushion.

Thanks for sharing this on Taphophile Tragics!

Billy Blue Eyes said...

I do wonder about the cause of death, falling on a sheep does not seem the sort of thing which would cause internal injury to die from.

Bridgit's Bell said...

I am not familiar with foot stones. I wonder if this is on old world practice. I google +'d this.