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Members of the Lewis Carroll Society and their guests
met at Daresbury in 2002 for a Study Weekend.

These three reports are reproduced from the
Society's newsletter, Bandersnatch, July 2002

TO TALK OF MANY THINGS
THE DARESBURY SUMMER OUTING
28 - 30 June 2002
by Michael O’Connor

This year’s Summer Outing enabled some two score dedicated Carrollians to make a pilgrimage to the birthplace of our author. On Friday, 28 June, most of those attending assembled for the first time in the Daresbury Room of the plush Daresbury Park Hotel at 3pm as the printed programme directed, but due to heavy traffic en route, a significant number of attendees were running a few minutes late, so the start was delayed to accommodate them. As a result, the three short talks designed to set the scene for the weekend – Roger Allen on ‘The Dodgson Family and Their Time at Daresbury’, Ivor Wynne Jones on ‘Where Lewis Carroll Began His Diary’, and Edward Wakeling giving a convincing justification in ‘Lewis Carroll’s Return Visit to Daresbury’ for his assertion that Carroll returned to his childhood home sometime around 1860 to take nostalgic photographs – may have been presented at a less leisurely pace than their content and laudable research merited. However, the three experienced speakers conveyed their information as succinctly as they could, and moments later we were all on a coach heading to the Salt Museum at Northwich. This intriguing location had, amongst its permanent saline exhibits, a small Lewis Carroll Display, which we examined in between watching a film about the Museum and enjoying a Buffet Dinner laid out for us next to the Boardroom. There was also a gift shop, a magnet for most Carrollians, which had a number of Cheshire Cat items for sale. In the Boardroom, we had the great pleasure of hearing a talk by the current Daresbury Alice, the charming Michaela Kay, and one by the almost as charming Keith Wright entitled ‘Cheshire in Lewis Carroll’s Time’ which was well illustrated with photographs to give a visual dimension to his account. New Zealand member Kate Lyon treated us to a compelling discourse which she called ‘Journey to the Centre’ in which she drew parallels between Carroll’s work and a number of mythological themes, a subject which I for one would like to learn a great deal more about.

Returning to the Hotel about 9.30pm, some of the hardier souls elected to attend the informal ‘quiz’ arranged to conclude the day. Although as a fervent Carrollian I naturally shrink from pedantry as from a Boojum, I suspect that it ought strictly speaking to have been termed a ‘game’ rather than a quiz, and consisted of four rounds involving anagrams, limericks, and devising spurious connections between Carroll and the most unrelated people and places we could come up with. This quickly descended into chaos and uproar, and finished on one of the many high points of the weekend: just as Mark Richards, the ‘games master’, announced, ‘And now for the prizes’, two exotically dressed young women from the wedding reception next door staggered drunkenly into the room asking if it were a quiz night! At this point, I made my excuses and left, so never found out who won them!

Keith Wright and Maurice Taylor got us under way at 9am on Saturday with a talk on ‘Ripon Vicars and Other Matters’, again generously illustrated with photographs. Then we were off by coach to where it all began, the site of Daresbury Parsonage, now abutted by the Lewis Carroll Centenary Wood, which I found very affecting. The coach took us on to Walton Hall, but as I blush to confess that I spent the entire brief period of our visit there denuding the gift shop of all Carroll items, I cannot report on the beauty of the grounds – so you will just have to go there and see them for yourselves! Walton Hall was photographed by Carroll in 1860, and was the home of Sir Gilbert Greenall, MP for Warrington. Sir Gilbert worshipped in Daresbury Church, and his relative Richard (there was an unresolved debate between prominent LCS members as to whether he was the twin brother or the nephew of Sir Gilbert), Rector of nearby Stretton, occasionally officiated there for Carroll’s father.

From Walton Hall, we continued our journey by boat along the canal, devouring a buffet lunch and peering into the rushes by the banks in the vain hope of spying a sheep knitting in the prow of a rowing boat. The Daresbury Alice was on this occasion joined by the Llandudno Alice, Olivia Marsh, a lovely young girl who entertained us with a short talk and poetry reading. (It is worth mentioning here that a number of children joined us for at least part of the weekend – assorted past and present Alices, relatives of Mr and Mrs Wright, an immensely engaging lad called Ben – which was very refreshing to see: I have frequently opined what a pity it is that a Society devoted to someone so famous for his love of children should usually have so few of those ‘fabulous monsters’ at its events.) We disembarked at Preston Brook, whence the coach took us to the Daresbury Village Fete. A group of prancing Morris Dancers by the entrance signalled the traditional nature of this event, and we spent a couple of hours looking round the stalls and watching the displays. The Society had its own stall there, where, vividly clad as the Mad Hatter, the eminent Mr Edward Wakeling sought to engage the minds of a stream of bemused youngsters in battles of wits based on Carrollian puzzles, ably assisted by a fetching March Hare in the form of Mrs Catherine Richards. It seemed to me that the youngsters were trouncing Mr W at every turn, but he assured me afterwards that he was letting them win, and I am sure that is true, even if he did not tell me three times.

Our next venue was Daresbury Church. Passing quickly over the humbling fact that the coach went off leaving several notable members (and me!) behind at the fete – and nobody noticed we weren’t on it – we eventually all congregated in the Church to listen to a poetry reading by the aforementioned Michaela Kay followed by a personal talk by Mr Kenn Oultram, founder of the Daresbury Lewis Carroll Society. While Mr Oultram’s reminiscences would normally have made fascinating listening – I am sure I am not the only one who would like to have learnt why he and Dr Selwyn Goodacre were once parked in a lay-by listening to ‘Down Your Way’ on the car radio – the sight of the Church staff beginning to close down the little gift stall in the corner before anyone had bought anything provoked muted mutterings of concern finally brought to an end by the gallant Mr Wakeling resoundingly asking if we could look round the Church while it was still open. Realising the commercial sense of allowing a roomful of avid Carroll collectors with gaping purses and wallets unhindered access to his stock, the vicar quickly reopened the stall, and we all breathed a collective sigh of relief. Lest I be accused of being too flippant, I should point out that the church boasts a fine memorial window to Carroll, and the font in which he was Christened stands outside the main entrance; Mr Oultram is of the opinion that it should be brought inside and put into regular use, with appropriate refurbishment, and, personally, I agree with him.

The coach took us – all of us, this time! – back to the hotel in time to prepare for a comparatively formal dinner, to which we devoted the remainder of the evening. Sunday morning had been left clear to give members a chance to follow their own preferences. Many took the opportunity to attend service in Daresbury Church, and I regret that more pressing chores prevented me from doing so myself. Those who had not already set off homewards met in the Looking-Glass Restaurant of the Daresbury Park Hotel for lunch, and then the nineteen of us who were staying the extra night headed off towards Wales. With a few exceptions, we detoured to the impressive Lady Lever Art Gallery, near Port Sunlight, and sought out several paintings in it that Carroll had mentioned in his diaries. From there, we carried on to the Empire Hotel in Llandudno, welcoming venue for a previous Summer Outing, and assembled for dinner.

After three days of fine weather, it was disappointing that we woke on the final day to heavy rain, which persisted until late afternoon. This cast a damper on some spirits, especially as the planned excursion for the day, to the Menai Bridge and thence Beaumaris Castle, both of which Carroll had visited in his youth, was an entirely external one. Nevertheless, we set off in several cars to see these wonderfully impressive sites, some braving the rain to look round, others choosing to find drier ways of passing the time. Our final meal was lunch in a pub close to Beaumaris Castle, but by then perhaps a combination of weariness, rain and sadness at having to part from so many fellow Carrollians took its toll and everyone drifted off without any formal parting. I took the opportunity to visit the Llandudno Rabbit Hole and have a final chat with Muriel Ratcliffe.

Then it was all over. The sun came out, as if wishing to mock pathetic fallacy, and shone cheerfully on the cars and trains that bore all the participants away to their various homes. Another Lewis Carroll Society Summer Outing was ended. But, for me, there was something rather different about this one. It was, as always, well planned and carefully thought out, with fascinating talks and memorable visits. But what this particular Outing had more than most was time. Time to think, time to relax, time to reflect on what one had seen and heard; but, most importantly, time to talk to one’s friends in the Society. Lewis Carroll events are always notable for the hubbub of enjoyable conversation, but there rarely seems to be enough time to speak to everyone you would like to, nor to do so for as long as you would wish. On this occasion, the programme was not as packed with formal lectures as usual, and there were coach and canal trips, and events like the fete where you could just sit and chat to people you too rarely saw. I shan’t single out individuals, but will only say that the one-to-one talks I had with friends old – and new – were what I will remember most about the Daresbury Summer Outing, and what made it most special for me. It is always good to hear experts share their expertise, and to gaze in affection or wonder at places associated with Carroll – but once in a while, it is equally good just to sit down with like-minded friends, and to talk (of many things). On the Daresbury Summer Outing, in the setting where the infant Charles Lutwidge Dodgson would have uttered his first words, we were able to do just that. It was splendid!

© Michael O'Connor and The Lewis Carroll Society


DARESBURY: ANOTHER VIEW
by Selwyn Goodacre

When the Lord Daresbury Hotel was first opened, the entrance faced the dual carriageway. I hadn’t been for a number of years – and we were astonished to find the hotel grown out of all proportion, with massive new facilities and a brand new entrance round the back.

A year or so after the hotel was opened, the owners covered over the brilliant Alice mural in the (as then) foyer, with wooden panelling, an act of vandalism that horrified all right thinking Carrollians. Happily this has now been once more revealed in all its glory – though that foyer is now the entrance to the dining room.

The weekend was splendidly organised, as we have rather come to expect from the dynamic Mark Richards and his team, this time assisted by Keith Wright. Once again, there were loads of reading material, booklets and freebies to satisfy all.

Proceedings started at the respectable hour of 3pm on the Friday, with an introductory background talk by Roger Allen, a talk on Carroll’s diary by Ivor Wynne Jones, and a masterly account by Edward Wakeling of Carroll’s second visit to Daresbury. I don't think this has ever been understood properly before.

And so to the Salt Museum at Northwich. This was quite a revelation, the attendant slide presentation was illuminating – and gave us the right sort of basic background knowledge to the history of the area. We moved to the board room to hear two further talks: one a rather abstruse essay by Kate Lyon on the deeper meaning of Lewis Carroll’s dream state. I commend members to read this in the booklet version, in order to follow the force of her argument. Keith Wright talked to us about the Cheshire of Carroll’s time, and Michaela Kay (the Daresbury Alice) read us Carroll’s poem about his childhood.

In the same board room we then enjoyed a splendid buffet meal before returning to the hotel for a light hearted quiz run by Mark Richards, which evoked much hilarity and brought the day to a happy close.

Saturday saw us again enjoying talks – chiefly a double act by Keith Wright and Maurice Taylor on the Ripon connections, and the display of a book of Victorian photographs of clerical and other dignitaries. Sadly, the photos turned out not to be by Dodgson. David Shaefer whetted our appetites with a report of recent discoveries and research in the States.

We then moved on to a visit to the Parsonage site and Walton Hall, where there was the unexpected added delight of a small, but classy, Carroll exhibition. Then, in true Dodgson Senior fashion, we embarked on a trip up the Bridgewater Canal, during which lunch was served. It was all a bit of a squash, and perhaps the view was a little difficult to achieve, but fellowship was good. I would have valued a little more explanation and viewing of just where Dodgson Senior’s chapel was meant to have been sited.

In the afternoon we all visited the Daresbury Village fete. This was wonderfully evocative of a way of life we are in danger of losing. Society members were seen making a beeline for the bookstall, and some of us even had a ride on the model railway. Edward Wakeling, utterly transformed into a Mad Hatter, held all in thrall at his special Carroll Puzzle tent.

Eventually, we boarded the coach for the Church, leaving half the organisers behind, weeping with frustration. Kenn Oultram was briefed to talk to us about the Church and the history of the famous window. Instead, for reasons best known to himself, he regaled us with anecdotes of his years as a Carroll enthusiast. Entertaining yes, but not quite what we had been expecting.

Back at the hotel we enjoyed a fine dinner, followed by some heartfelt words from Anne Amor, and a poetry reading by Alan White.

Sunday morning saw most of us fittingly attending morning service at the Parish Church, before a quiet return to the Hotel for a really excellent lunch.
Interspersed throughout the weekend were raffles, bookstalls, further printed booklets and handouts, and special bargain boxes (well worth a good rooting through, as I found to my profit), plus lots of informed chat, plans, and general fine fellowship. 

A weekend to be savoured.

© Selwyn Goodacre and The Lewis Carroll Society


ALL SAINTS PARISH CHURCH, DARESBURY
by Roger Allen

On Saturday, 29 June, at about 5 o’clock in the afternoon, 35 or so members of the Lewis Carroll Society all wandered into All Saints Parish Church, Daresbury. After looking around for a short while, we were called to sit down in the pews and listen to Kenn Oultram, of the Daresbury Lewis Carroll Society, who spoke to us in general terms about the Church and Lewis Carroll but mostly regaled us with anecdotes of the times he had spent with other members of the Lewis Carroll Society.

After a while, the Revd. David Felix, Vicar of Daresbury took over and spoke to us in more detail about the church and his responsibilities there. He serves not only Daresbury but also the villages of Hatton, Moore, Preston Brook and Sandymoor. There are no other Anglican Church buildings in these villages but services are held in various halls and chapels and so he is kept very much on his toes at the weekends. Varied as these out-stations may be, Revd. Felix has not yet seen fit to start a bargees’ chapel on the canal. He continued on to say how important the Lewis Carroll connection was to the church and to the people of Daresbury. He drew attention to the large number of visitors to Daresbury Church each year, who come simply because of that connection. 

The ladies of the church were also very welcoming to us, with tea, coffee and biscuits, as well as running a sales counter of Daresbury and Alice ephemera, postcards and guide books of the Church. The little guide book they were selling dates from 1987 and is not the much reprinted booklet by Revd. Victor Dams dating originally from 1937.

The following day about seventeen members of the Society attended the 10.30am sung communion at All Saints. Revd. Felix was there and took part in the service, and indeed he heartily welcomed the members of the Lewis Carroll Society as the service commenced. Much of the service, however, was taken by the Revd. Dr Peter Povey, who is the non-stipendiary curate of Daresbury. Dr Povey took holy orders only after his retirement from his professional career and his assistance in the widespread parish must be invaluable. He also gave the sermon, which was very short and to the point. He took as his theme our own personal roles in the church. He led the prayers after the sermon during which he prayed for the Lewis Carroll Society and its work. Many of us at that moment must have thought how much the Society needs his prayers during the difficult time through which we are now passing.

After the service there was ample time to look around the church again. At the eastern end of the South aisle is the Daniell Chapel, named after an ancient family associated with Daresbury. The chapel was previously and perhaps more appropriately called the Chadwick Chapel after the family that occupied Daresbury Hall for centuries and whose memorials are in the chapel. The chapel is separated from the rest of the South Aisle by a post-war glass screen that does very little for the church or for the view of the Lewis Carroll window. Revd. Felix would like to see a radical change in this.

The most important aspect of the Daniell Chapel, of course, is the Lewis Carroll window in the east wall of the chapel. This was erected in 1934 and was the gift of many subscribers both from the United Kingdom and, it is stated, from the United States of America. The window was dedicated on 30 June, 1934 by Dr Gresford Jones, Bishop of Warrington. The window was designed and made by Geoffrey Webb of Manchester, whose personal ‘logo’ of a tiny spider’s web can be found in the bottom right corner of the window, just above the head of the Queen of Hearts. Webb is said to have researched his design in great detail, although his reasons for choosing some of the subject matter remain obscure.

The main scenes are in the five large lights in the lower half of the window. The principal subject, occupying the central three of these lights, is the Adoration of the Babe of Bethlehem. The Holy Family are in the central light and the shepherds kneel in the lights at either side. This scene presumably reflects the love of children that Dodgson revealed all his life. In the light on the far left, we see Dodgson himself kneeling in prayer, emulating the shepherds’ worship. His features and hairstyle are immediately recognisable and the face must have been taken from some photograph. At his side stands a not over-pretty Alice, clasping her hands together somewhat nervously. In the light on the far right we have the likeness of St Francis of Assisi, patron saint of animals, with a wolf standing behind him. The connection of St Francis, and indeed his wolf, with Lewis Carroll would seem rather tenuous but perhaps the appearance of so many animals and birds in the Alices was sufficient justification to include St Francis in the window. The attitude of St Joseph in this window holding his lamp and leaning slightly forward, has been said to resemble the painting of Christ in Holman Hunt’s ‘Light of the World’.

At the base of these five principal lights are characters from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, after Tenniel. From left to right they include the following: beneath Dodgson and Alice we see the White Rabbit, Bill the Lizard and the Dodo; beneath the shepherds we find the Caterpillar and Fish Footman; beneath the Holy Family we have the Hatter, the Dormouse in the teapot and the March Hare; beneath the other shepherds we see the Duchess, the Gryphon and the Mock Turtle; under Saint Francis we have the Knave of Hearts and the Queen of Hearts, pointing at the head of the Cheshire Cat and shouting ‘Off with his head’.

Above these principal scenes we have eight small lights each with an angel bearing a musical instrument. Although Dodgson did attend musical events, both of a lighter and classical nature, music is not the first aspect of his life that we would think of and the reason for including these musical angels must be obscure. In the very small lights above the angels are symbols of Dodgson’s life: the wheatsheaf representing Cheshire, his birthplace, two shields representing Rugby School and Christ Church, and a pair of compasses and the Lamp of Learning, symbolic of his work in mathematics and logic.

There are various inscriptions in the window, each one above the Tenniel characters described above. They include the details of his years and other facts: ‘In memory of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll) author of Alice in Wonderland’. ‘He was born at Daresbury Parsonage, Jan. 27 1832 and died at Guildford Jan. 14 1898.’ Beneath the cradle of the Holy Child appears the first lines of his poem A Christmas Greeting:– ‘We have heard the children say, Gentle children whom we love, Long ago on Christmas Day, Came a message from above.’

Also in the Daniell Chapel is an oaken cupboard cum table with a glass showcase on top. Within this glass case is the memorial album containing the names of the subscribers to the window. The book is dated 1932 and the front page lists most of Dodgson’s better known works. We observed that the majority of subscribers, though not all, were local names, who probably gave only small sums. Lord Daresbury and members of his family appear towards the end of the list, just included amongst all the other names. The Revd. Dams, mentioned above, who wrote the 1937 booklet on Daresbury, appears as one of the subscribers from London. Although it states that there were subscribers from the USA, a perusal of the pages of the book failed to find any names specifically mentioning the United States.

Within and without the church there are several other memorials of interest to the Carrollian. On the wall of the north aisle there is a memorial tablet to The Revd. George Heron, 1805 to 1894. He was a local landowner and a friend of the Dodgson family and it was he who baptised Charles Lutwidge Dodgson on 11 July 1832. This memorial also commemorates Heron’s wife Catherine Hopwood Heron. On the same wall are memorials to other members of the Heron family: Peter Heron of Moore Hall, who died in 1848 and his wife Catherine; also their daughters Catherine and Mary Felicity. Further along the wall is yet a third Heron memorial – to a George Heron who died in 1780. The Heron family vault is to be found in the churchyard beside the tower. These old memorials and many others were carefully retained and placed in these positions after 1872 when the church was rebuilt.

In 1860 on his nostalgia trip to Daresbury, Lewis Carroll took a photograph of Mary Houghton. Mary, born in 1822, was previously Mary Cliffe and was named as a servant in the Daresbury parsonage in the census of 1841. Her husband, Thomas Houghton, was a shoemaker in Daresbury and parish clerk for fifty years, missing only one meeting in all that time. Mary Houghton’s grave is in the churchyard and it states that she died in 1880. Her brother Samuel, also recorded on the 1841 census listing of the parsonage, is described as a shoemaker’s apprentice, and so the relationship between Mary and Thomas Houghton may already have been blossoming at that stage.

Also in the churchyard is the gravestone of Phoebe Thomas, born in 1812, whom Dodgson describes as formerly a servant at Daresbury, although she does not appear on the 1841 census list. He took a photograph of her during his 1860 visit to Daresbury. She first married Joseph Bostock in 1840, and he died after giving her one daughter. She then married James Irwin in 1851 and he died in 1861. She herself died in 1882 and, remarkably, the gravestone records not only herself, but also both of her husbands.

The church building itself is in the normal cruciform shape and built, in the main, of local red sandstone. Except for the tower, which dates from the sixteenth century, the whole of the rest of the church was demolished and completely rebuilt in 1872. The much more austere interior of the old church with its boxed pews and altogether lower arches and roof, that the Dodgsons would have known, has completely disappeared. The pulpit, dating from 1625, was originally set very high up in the church above the already high chancel screen and was on three tiers. Together with the chancel screen, it has since been reduced in size and both are still in use. One of the carved figures on this pulpit is in the form of a gryphon, or at least a winged creature of some kind, and inevitably the myth has developed that Lewis Carroll had the idea for the Gryphon in Alice in Wonderland from this carving.

In the bell tower is a poem inscribed on a board admonishing bellringers to arrive at the church in a suitable frame of mind. It dates from the 18th century and is an acrostic poem with the first letter of each line making up the name Daresbury. As with the gryphons, it has been said that this poem gave Lewis Carroll the idea of using acrostic poems in his works and letters later in life.
During our tour of the outside of the church we noticed high on the tower wall, a stone with the impossible date of 1110 carved in it. This we are told was originally 1550 but re-carved with these erroneous figures in the seventeen hundreds. Over a doorway leading to the cellars there is the much more acceptable date of 1870. When finally leaving the church we were surprised to see a stone, set in the wall by the gate leading onto the street, with the apparent date of 1628 carved in it. The style of the carving was almost certainly Victorian and Roger Puddephat suggested that it could have been a discarded marker stone from one of the canals that passes through the parish, and reused in the construction of the wall around the graveyard.

The original ancient 16th century font, in use during Dodgson’s time in Daresbury and in which he was baptised, is now found outside in the churchyard, close to the main entrance. The 19th century font in use inside the church has a most unusual cover, which is raised by a counterbalanced weighted pulley fixed to the ceiling. This type of mechanism is normally only found in cathedrals and large city churches.

In each of the Lewis Carroll Society weekend events over the past years, visits to churches and cathedrals have formed a principal part of the weekend. Daresbury has proved to be no exception to that rule, and indeed that is as it should be, knowing, as we do, that the Church formed such a fundamental part of the life of Lewis Carroll.

© Roger Allen and The Lewis Carroll Society


 
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