I’ve gone a bit off my usual tangent with this post in the spirit of waste not, want not. I recently contacted a regional newspaper in the hope that they would want a regular history columnist. It’s surprising the number of papers that do have a history slot including my favourite regional paper The Cumberland News which wins prizes on a regular basis. What follows is my sample article which didn’t even merit a response from the editor several weeks ago – obviously I’m not doing something right. So back to the drawing board and try again.
The two hundredth anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo has sailed by. But who would have thought that Derbyshire had so many links with the Napoleonic Wars?
In Chesterfield a plaque bearing the legend 1816 above a scruffy looking red brick building marks the remnants of Griffin Foundry. It produced shot that was fired during the Napoleonic Wars, the way some local Chesterfield books tell it they produced the cannon shells that tore into the French forces on Sunday 18 June 1815.
In Ashbourne, French prisoners-of-war married local girls and provided the town with a recipe for very tasty gingerbread that’s still being made today in the same bakery where it was first produced. The black and white Tudor building on St John’s Street has been a bakery for more than two hundred and fifty years. By now the smell of newly baked bread must have seeped into the joists.
Both Chesterfield and Ashbourne parish churches contain the graves of French prisoners-of-war who didn’t make it home as well as a few British officers who did. Elsewhere in Derbyshire there are tales of men who refused to be conscripted into Wellington’s army.
Along the A517 at Holbrook, William Leeke was once the vicar. There’s a window to him inside the church. His headstone, in the graveyard, reveals not only that he died aged eighty-one but also that in 1815 he carried his company colours into the battle. At the time he was seventeen-years-old. He served with the 52nd Regiment. As luck would have it he recorded his experiences but they are not always in accord with the official version of events. He was firmly of the opinion that it was the 52nd Regiment who beat off Napoleon’s Imperial Guards rather than the 1st British Guards. His account has caused a fair amount of controversy amongst historians over the years.
E.M. Wrench was another ex-soldier. In 1866, Doctor Wrench, raised the ten-foot high cross that stands on Baslow Edge, it’s outline stark against the sky and a magnet for walkers. Other monuments to the battle and its hero are rather leafier. There’s a Wellington Oak at Renishaw Hall.
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npg.896.1337 Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington by Sir Thomas Lawrence, 1815-16
NATIONAL PORTRAIT GALLERY MARKS 200th ANNIVERSARY OF WATERLOO WITH THE FIRST EXHIBITION ON THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON
The first gallery exhibition devoted to the Duke of Wellington will open at the National Portrait Gallery, to mark the 200th anniversary year of the Battle of Waterloo in 2015. APSLEY HOUSE, London. “Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington” c.1815 by Sir Thomas LAWRENCE (1769-1830). WM 1567-1948.
Wellington died at Walmer Castle in Kent in1852. William Lobb introduced the following year a tree, native of Sierra Nevada, California into Britain. It’s become rather an unusual monument to the man who avoided the unnecessary bloodshed of his troops where possible and said of his men, “I don’t know what they effect they have on the enemy but by God they terrify me.” John Lindley of the Horticultural Society was given the job of naming the tree. The Americans wanted to call it after Washington but Lindley called it after the Iron Duke, the hero of Waterloo. The tree became the Wellingtonia. We also call them giant sequoia or giant redwood. Sequoia are the largest trees in the world. Wellingtonia can be found in stately homes from Chatsworth to Kedleston. These towering conifers with their furrowed rusty red trunks are babies. They’ll still be growing on the 2,000th anniversary of Waterloo.
There’s even a Wellingtonia Society called Redwood World. Why not visit the site to find out if there’s one near you, or you may know of one that’s not on their list http://www.redwoodworld.co.uk/locations.htm.
dear girl you are doing nothing badly.Your articles entral me and in looking forward to the next one keeps me looking at history.I ,like you celebtated Waterloo my way. In trying to finda publisher forget it. I have nine books to my name over fifty two years. When in 2009 I was told I would have to murder my best pal and amit that sin to the police for jail sentence.Then write the book as to why I did it.Only then would the publishe risk my work? The public, he said, wnat only sensation and history is dead in its tracks with the Britsih readership. I went on hawking my work about but gave up and placed two books on line. Not the best sinario but at least the work is not sat in the drawer of my desk as with others.My last work on line is a recipe collection as history, The Time Detective tales of injustice, was the first I tried I changed tack just to be paid. It was alawys the same with the British football takes charge not history.My father told me long long ago learn a trade to be paid.Forget dead ancestors they will not help feed you.
Sad advice but he was so right.Realism shooked me into being a stock broker now safely retired long before pension age I can afford the luxury of history. The westmorland Gazette was my only history outlet ,until that newspaper was sold to London National and the door to the Editors office slambed close. The Cumberland News published my poem one Christmas and I was warded a dinner with Mike March at BBC Radio Carlise backed by that papers interest. It was by way of competion but they turned down my offer to write history page for them. Sorry that hurts but none of them will risk selling books and history is not te love of the publishing agent nor the blind and corruptable publisher unless it is so sensational like a talk with Lucan or the ghost of Christmas past. Then That titles already known but the writer did marry the publisher daughter. Dickens would have been hawking his works about publisher all his life in not for that maybe?