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Straight I tell thy place of hiding,
ooooooHeart of Craven!
With thy seven rustic hearths,
With thy seven apple garths,
Triple byways thither turn,
Link themselves across the burn;
Ivied bridge their trysting place,
Where the Lindens interlace;
Where the sombre, sable yew,
Veils the passers nearer view,
There I tell thee, there thou hidest,
ooooooHeart of Craven |
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William Joseph Gomersall
(1855-1916)
An Autobiography
Part 1 - The first decade
This manuscript autobiography of William Joseph
Gomersall was found in the 'Speight Collection' in Bradford Library
Archive. WJ, as the family knew him, always aspired to be a poet
and 'The Craven Poet' at that. This autobiography was written
in 1897 when he was aged 52 and he probably intended that it might
eventually form part of a publication of his works. |
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Born -
Birthplace : Otterburn-in-Craven,
a pretty hamlet - of 7 houses situated in the centre (or nearly
so) of the Deanery of Craven - a land of Green Hills, Crags
and Blue Mountains,- corresponding to the Skipton Livision of
N.W. Yorkshire (North-West Riding of that county) - one of Yorkshires
most beautiful and romantic districts - called by Mr. Harry
Speight, the Yorkshire historian : 'TheCraven Highlands!' (Elliot
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Otterburn-in-Craven (Not its Northumbrian
namesake) - is situated on the banks of the Otter Burn! Hence
its name! This little stream I have dignified in my poems by
the title of 'The Otter': The hamlet itself I have called 'The
Heart of Craven' in a poem bearing for its superscription
the above expression, and sketched out (and written for the
most part) on my mother's birthday anniversary: January 10th
1892. During the journey from St. Leonard's to London,
after preaching at the former place - at, least at Silverhill
close by, where it is said the air is worth a guinea a - mouthfull?!
This poem is quoted in Mr. Harry Speight's 'Craven Highlands'
(see page 1 of M.S.) as containing 'a descriptive stansa, happily
setting off the aspects of the place, (ie. Otterburn),' and
is considered one of my best efforts. Thus much of my birthplace
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1855
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Parentage:
The eldest son of William and Agnes Gomersall.
My Father: a Craven 'Statesman' (ie.'Yeoman'),
who was born at Otterburn, his father, a native and
resident of Gomersal, a township, belonging to Birstall,
near Dewsbury, in the Spen valley. (N.B. I find Gomersall spelt
with two l's in Dugdale and the Slauford(?) map), hence: Gomersal
(one l -is the ancestral home of the Gomersalls (two l's) -
my father's brother* was Lieut. Col. Gomersall, a 'much-respected
officer under Wellington in the Napoleonic wars' (see Speight)
[* should. read grandfather's brother.]
My father : He did much to beautify
Otterburn, but the estate was sold in 1885, and he
has since retired to Skipton - the capital of Craven,-
where he, and mother, and a surviving sister (Carrie),
still reside. My father was, in his balmy days, a 'keen sportsman',
an 'authority and writer on agricultural matters' (Speight),
and he is the author of a 'brochure' entitled: 'Hunting
in Craven' (Craven Herald Offices, Skipton). He is now
in his 77th year, and bears age with a remarkable 'greeness'.
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My Mother:
a descendant of a Quaker (Society of Friends) family,
traceable to the village of Ballater (Ireland)*, where Abraham
Shackleton kept a school,- my mother's maiden name is Shackleton-!
and where the famous Edmund Burke was a pupil,- and
an intimate friend of Richard Shackleton son of Abraham
Shackleton. [* This is incorrect]
My mother was born at Leeds (West House, New Wortley),
the daughter of Joseph Shackleton, a corn Miller and
she is the 'true and tender' mother of 11 of us, - 7 of whom
survive! No trace of her birthplace remains - cottages now cover
the site, and my fathers (and our) birthplace at Otterburn has
undergone such structural change as to be hardly recognisable
- such is the 'irony' of fate, in which word perchance, a sort
of pun lies hidden!
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The first decade of my life was
spent at Otterburn - in - Craven,- during which time
I was ever Natures fondest nursling. My education was attended
to first by Dame Hudson (who lived at 'The Cottage'
- one of the 7 'apple-garthed' houses of the hamlet) and then
by a. resident Governess. Things distinctly remembered:
1.) A terrible thunderstorm:
2.) The fall of the ivy at 'The Cottage' and Dame
Hudson's removal to Bell Busk
3.) School at Bell Busk - cold, and rheumatic fever
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4.) Being bitten in the cheek by one of my fathers dogs!
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