Thomas Farndale
15 October 1683 (baptised) to 25 February 1747 (buried)
FAR00118
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A carpenter of Whitby
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The Walrus and
the Carpenter
Walked
on a mile or so,
And then they
rested on a rock
Conveniently
low:
And all the
little Oysters stood
And
waited in a row.
The time has
come,' the Walrus said,
To
talk of many things:
Of shoes — and
ships — and sealing-wax —
Of
cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea
is boiling hot —
And
whether pigs have wings.
Lewis Carroll
1683
Thomas Farndale,
son of John and Margarita (nee Herd) Farndale (FAR00087) was baptised at St Mary
the Virgin, Whitby on 15 October 1683 (Whitby PR).
1708
Thomas Farndale, married Sarah Perkins of Whitby at Sneaton on
11 January 1709 (corrected to 1708 in the record from 1707) (North Yorkshire Record Office N-PR-SNE-1-2). Sneaton is about 2 kilometres south of Whitby.
1709
John Farndale (FAR00136) was baptised on 22 May 1709, at Whitby (Whitby
PR).
1713
Giles Farndale (FAR00137), son of Thomas
Farndale, was baptised at Whitby on 18
October 1713 (Whitby PR).
1716
Thomas Farndale (FAR00138), son of Thomas
Farndale, carpenter, was baptised at Whitby on
20 May 1716 (Whitby PR).
When Thomas Junior died aged only one year in
1717, Thomas Senior was described as a carpenter.
1741
Thomas and Sarah
lost their son Giles at sea. Giles died in the Spanish Main during the War of
Jenkins’ Ear.
Will:
‘Know all
men that we Thomas Farndale of Whitby in the County of York, carpenter, Robert
Easton of Whitby aforesaid Master Mariner and Edward Brand of Whitby aforesaid
Mariner………£31…….dated 25 Jan 1742. The condition of this obligation is that the
above bound Thomas Farndale, father, next of kin and administrator of
all goods, chattels and credits of Giles Farndale, late of the Parish of
Whitby, in the Diocese of York, Mariner deceased, who died at sea in His
Majesty’s service belonging to HMS Experiment.
Signed
Thomas Farndalle
INVENTORY:
Apparel £2 10s 0d
Wages £13 0s 0d
(Cleveland Act Books
1700-70)
1747
Thomas Farndale died in 1747 and was buried at St Mary,
Whitby on 25 February 1747, though note there is reference to this Thomas being
son of Francis. However I think it is more likely that this is a
reference to his son Francis, also a carpenter. There is a clear reference to
this being the carpenter. He would have been aged 65.
1765
Thomas widow, Sarah
Farndale was buried at St Mary the Virgin, Whitby on 3 January 1765 (North Yorkshire County Records N-PR-WH1-7).
1832
Lewis
Carrol stayed in Whitby on many occasions. It is thought he drew
his inspiration for his poem ‘The Walrus and the Carpenter’ from
the nearby village of Sandsend.
Eighty five years
after Thomas Farndale’s death, Lewis Carrol wrote his famous nonsense verse
about a carpenter on the sands of Whitby.
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"The
sun was shining on the sea, Shining
with all his might: He
did his very best to make The
billows smooth and bright — And
this was odd, because it was The
middle of the night. |
The
moon was shining sulkily, Because
she thought the sun Had
got no business to be there After
the day was done — "It's
very rude of him," she said, "To
come and spoil the fun." |
The
sea was wet as wet could be, The
sands were dry as dry. You
could not see a cloud, because No
cloud was in the sky: No
birds were flying overhead — There
were no birds to fly. |
The
Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They
wept like anything to see Such
quantities of sand: If
this were only cleared away,' They
said, it would be grand!' |
If
seven maids with seven mops Swept
it for half a year, Do
you suppose,' the Walrus said, That
they could get it clear?' I
doubt it,' said the Carpenter, And
shed a bitter tear. |
O
Oysters, come and walk with us!' The
Walrus did beseech. A
pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along
the briny beach: We
cannot do with more than four, To
give a hand to each.' |
The
eldest Oyster looked at him, But
never a word he said: The
eldest Oyster winked his eye, And
shook his heavy head — Meaning
to say he did not choose To
leave the oyster-bed. |
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But
four young Oysters hurried up, All
eager for the treat: Their
coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their
shoes were clean and neat — And
this was odd, because, you know, They
hadn't any feet. |
Four
other Oysters followed them, And
yet another four; And
thick and fast they came at last, And
more, and more, and more — All
hopping through the frothy waves, And
scrambling to the shore. |
The
Walrus and the Carpenter Walked
on a mile or so, And
then they rested on a rock Conveniently
low: And
all the little Oysters stood And
waited in a row. |
The
time has come,' the Walrus said, To
talk of many things: Of
shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax — Of
cabbages — and kings — And
why the sea is boiling hot — And
whether pigs have wings.' |
But
wait a bit,' the Oysters cried, Before
we have our chat; For
some of us are out of breath, And
all of us are fat!' No
hurry!' said the Carpenter. They
thanked him much for that. |
A
loaf of bread,' the Walrus said, Is
what we chiefly need: Pepper
and vinegar besides Are
very good indeed — Now
if you're ready, Oysters dear, We
can begin to feed.' |
But
not on us!' the Oysters cried, Turning
a little blue. After
such kindness, that would be A
dismal thing to do!' The
night is fine,' the Walrus said. Do
you admire the view? |
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It
was so kind of you to come! And
you are very nice!' The
Carpenter said nothing but Cut
us another slice: I
wish you were not quite so deaf — I've
had to ask you twice!' |
It
seems a shame,' the Walrus said, To
play them such a trick, After
we've brought them out so far, And
made them trot so quick!' The
Carpenter said nothing but The
butter's spread too thick!' |
I
weep for you,' the Walrus said: I
deeply sympathize.' With
sobs and tears he sorted out Those
of the largest size, Holding
his pocket-handkerchief Before
his streaming eyes. |
O
Oysters,' said the Carpenter, You've
had a pleasant run! Shall
we be trotting home again?' But
answer came there none — And
this was scarcely odd, because They'd
eaten every one." |
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