Final Scenes
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans
everything
The Squire
once said of Johnny
Farndale, known as Old Farndale of Kilton,
“When you are
gone, there will never be such another Johnny Farndale”.
In September
1955, while Clark County was free from Labor Day traffic fatalities, one Las
Vegan and was killed and three others were injured, one critically, in a
holiday accident in Colton, California. Killed was Mrs
Doris Farndale Jaeger, 20, daughter of Mr and Mrs James Farndale, of 922 S
2nd St. Farndale is the Clark County Housing Authority Manager. Mrs Jaeger, who
was a native Las Vegan, was killed when a car driven by Staff Sergeant Warren
Martin, of March Air Force Base, collided head on with the vehicle in which the
popular young woman was riding. She was on holiday to San Diego, California.
She had recently married.
By the age
of 15, Alfred
Leperton Farndale (1885 to 1901), known as Fred, was working as a pony
driver at an underground pit at Aberford. He died at the age of 17 and was
buried at Aberford on 13 July 1901. He was working at Garforth, southwest
of Aberford, which was a coal mine. The record of Garforth Colliery by the Durham
Mining Museum shows that on 11 July 1901, Farndale, A, aged 17, a driver,
was run over by a set of tubs when travelling out bye on engine plane. Tried
to save his pony.
John Farndale had
an accident on 15 November 1893 when he went on horseback to fetch some cows
from a field, and fell off his horse in a lane, fracturing his thigh. He was
taken home by a passer-by and then taken to hospital the following day, but he
died in hospital on 1 February 1894 due to congestion of the lungs caused by
his long time in a hospital bed after the accident.
Albert Farndale
(1881 to 1918) of Kilton Lodge, left
home for the purpose of wild duck shooting, and was not seen again alive by any
of the family. As he had not returned home late in the evening, search was
made, and he was discovered in an outbuilding of the farm, quite dead, having
apparently died a few hours previous. An inquest was conducted by Mr W
Richardson, the Cleveland Coroner, at Kilton Lodge, on Saturday, and evidence
was given by Mr G Farndale, brother of the deceased. The witness said his
brother was 37 years of age, and lived at home. He described the finding of the
body about 10 o’clock on the previous Thursday evening. His gun was near him,
and there was a wound on the side of his face and head. By profession his
brother was an architect, though of late years he had worked on farm. About 10
years ago he was depressed, having been disappointed at not obtaining a
position in his profession. He recovered from his depression, and became quite
cheerful. There was no financial or other trouble at all. The Coroner, who sat
without a jury, returned a verdict of suicide whilst in an unsound state of
mind. The funeral took place on Monday afternoon, at Brotton, the first part of
the service being held in the Wesleyan Church, and was conducted by the Rev W
Rex, Loftus, and the Rev H Mortimer, Staithes.
John W Farndale
(1875 to 1963) daughter by Annie called Lillie Farndale died
in a tragic accident in Leeds. On 7 April 1933, Accidental Death
was the verdict at a Leeds inquest today on Lily Farndale, 23, domestic servant
in the employ of Mrs Saffer, of Lidgett Lane, Moortown, who died from toxaemia
following burns. The girl’s father, John William Farndale, of Walton Boston Spa,
said his daughter told him she was in the kitchen at Mrs Saffer’s, playing with
Mrs Saffer’s 6 year old son, when a ball thrown by the boy, and which she
caught, caused her to overbalance onto the fire. Mrs Saffer said she
heard Farndale screamed, and saw her in flames. She helped to extinguish the
flames.
In 1886 Alice and her
father William
were witnesses to a tragedy when a mother and her child were killed in the
local river at Huttons Ambo. In
case of what appears to be a deliberate murder and suicide occurred at the
village of Huttons Ambo, near Malton, on Thursday morning, and has caused the
greatest excitement in this usually quiet neighbourhood. It seems that for
about two years past there had lived in the village a Mrs Harriet Stillborn,
widow of the late Mr Charles Stillborn, whose family were highly respectable
farmers in the district. Mrs Stillborn, who was 40 years of age, was left with
two children, a girl and the boy, on the death of her husband about two years
ago, and she has since maintained the family by keeping a little grocery shop
in Low Hutton. Of late, it is stated, she has not acted very rationally. On
Thursday morning, just after half past eight o’clock, she was seen by Miss
Alice Farndale, a young lady resident in the village, to take her two children
by the hands and go across the fields in the direction of the River Derwent,
which flows very near her house. Miss Farndale states that the children were
screaming at the time, and seemed very reluctant to accompany their mother.
Fearing, therefore, that something was wrong, Miss Farndale ran to tell her
father, who immediately followed Mrs Stillborn, and was greatly alarmed to see
the children and Mrs Stillborn floating down the river. Springing onto the
overhanging branch of a tree, Mr Farndale succeeded in getting hold of the
youngest child, Arthur Ernest Stillborn, aged 4 ½ years, whom he had once
dragged out. Meanwhile two men, named Thomas Baker and Thomas Dickinson, had
seen the action of the unfortunate woman from the other side of the river, and
they ran down and tried to get the bodies of the mother and daughter out of the
water. The river, being somewhat rough and “wavy”, as well as running rapidly,
on account of the “fresh”, carried both bodies nearly a quarter of a mile, down
to a place called Laysike, and both were got out
before they sank. Of course the greatest excitement prevailed for some time,
but whilst Mr Farndale ran up to his house with the body of the little boy,
those on the bank did the best they could to restore animation in the mother
and daughter, who were laid by the river side. Dr W T Colby, of Malton, was
immediately telegraphed for, and the bodies of Mrs Stillborn and the child who
were carried to an empty cottage near her own residence. The little lad
meanwhile was seized with convulsions, and had several fits, but his rescuers
continued their efforts to restore him, and in this they fortunately succeeded,
as the poor little fellow about two hours after he was taken out of the water
had quite recovered consciousness. Dr Cobly, with
Sergeant Watson, of Malton, arrived on the scene shortly before eleven o’clock,
and at once set about to resuscitate Mrs Stillborn and the other child, both of
whose bodies were warm, but the efforts of both himself and assistants were
entirely useless. Dr Colby was of the opinion that Mrs Stillborn had died
partly from the shock and partly from the drowning. The child Annie Stillborn,
who was thus deprived of life, was a fine, bright, healthy girl of nine years
of age, whilst the mother did not appear to be of strong physique.
There were
three letters written to record the death of G333852 Private George Farndale
in 1917. The first was a formal letter from his platoon commander.
Dear
Mr Farandale
I
deeply regret to inform you of the death in Action of your son 333852 Pte
G Farandale on 27th May. He
was a good soldier and a popular fellow, beloved by us all and our deepest
sympathy goes out to you and yours at this time.
Believe
me, Yours truly, D W Greenhulds, 2Lt, 9th HLI.
The
second was a letter from his friend.
June
2nd/6/17
Dear
Friend
It
is with deep regret I inform you that your Bro George was killed on the 27th May.
He had just gone into the trenches the previous night and before it was
properly daylight a German trench mortar came over and struck George death
being instantaneous. I have know George for a good long time and he
was a fine pal. He was in the Yorks at Hartlepool when I was, and we were
transferred to 2/9th HLI together May 1st/16. It was
New Years time when I mist him as he was sent to Scotland and I was
left with Batt. Eventually I came out to France in Feb and it was there at the
base I met him again and we have been together practically all the time. I was
next to him on the 20th/5/17 when we
went over and took the German front line trench, which we held for 2 days and
then were relieved. You have my deepest sympathy in your sad bereavement
and hope you will find consolation in knowing that he died faithfully doing his
duty. The officer got his pay book and pocket wallet which I expect will be
sent on to you.
Yours
Sincerely
R
Sellars
332854
Pte R Sellars 9th H.L.I. Glasgow Highlanders
C.
Company 11 platoon.
B.E.F.
France.
Another
letter followed to George’s sister from his fiancée.
Shingle
Hall, Sawbridgeworth, Herts. Thursday
Dear
Miss Farndale:-
It
will be awfully kind of you to copy those letters for me and shall be most
pleased to receive them.
Yes
dear, I will see about another doz. P.cs. being
copied and will write and let you know, as I shall be only too pleased to do
anything for you, for the sake of the dear one I have just lost.
He
sent me the Yorkshire badge (as he said no one else should have it but me) also
the cap badge of the H.L.I. and bought me a small regimental brooch of the
H.L.I. so I shall always think of the dear boy.
Now
dear Miss Farndale I will draw to a close trusting you will all accept our
deepest sympathy once more.
With
fondest love hoping to hear from you again soon
I
remain
Your
sincere Friend
Dolly.
P.S.
Please excuse pencil.
Alcuin, the great scholar, made York near the Farndale homeland a centre
of European learning. His influence on our ancestors living around nearby Kirkdale minster must have been
profound. His achievements were extraordinary. He was called from York to
Aachen by Charlemagne, great King of the Franks and later Holy Roman Emperor.
He became a powerful figure on the world stage. He died, a lonely man, in
distant Tours on 19 May 804, and he wrote his epitaph himself.
O thou
who passest by, halt here a while, I pray, and write
my words upon thy heart, that thou mayst learn thy fate from knowing mine.
What thou
art, once I was, a wayfarer not unknown in this world. What I am now, thou soon
shalt be.
Once was
I wont to pluck earthly joys with eager hand and now I am dust and ashes, the
food of worms.
Be
mindful then to cherish thy soul rather than thy body, since the one is
immortal, the other perishes. Why dost thou make to thyself pleasant abodes?
See in how small a house I take my rest, as thou shalt do one day.
Why wrap thy
limbs in Tyrian purple, so soon to be the food of dusty worms? As the flowers
perish before the threatening blast, so shall it be with thy mortal part and
worldly fame.
O thou
who readest, grant me in return for this warning, one
small boon and say: 'Give pardon, dear Christ, to thy servant who lies below.’
May no hand violate the sacred law of the grave until the archangel's trump
shall sound from heaven. Then may he who lies in this tomb rise from the dusty
earth to meet the Great Judge with his countless hosts of light.
Alcuin,
ever a lover of Wisdom, was my name. Pray for my soul, all ye who read these
words.