We’ve already covered the mysterious platform jutting out of the hillside at Stalmine Grange in a previous article (the article previous to this one in fact, so if you’re interested you’ll have to scroll down or look back through this board or something because we’re strapped for space here; you know where the links are in the right-hand column, so just try looking under ‘mediaeval history’ if it’s fallen off the bottom…we can’t do everything for you, y’ know?) and we’ve admitted that, as yet, we’ve no idea what it is. (Although we do have a few ideas.) We’ve also said that the grange belonged to Furness Abbey. However, we haven’t said anything about the location of the building itself yet.
Yes…granges were actually buildings. It’s easy to think of them as being fields full of sheep or corn or field mice or what have you, with the occasional monk/lay-brother pottering up and down picking mushrooms and herbs and being investigated for murder by Brother Cadfael. But monks/lay-brothers, of course, needed somewhere to eat and sleep and pray and beat themselves with whips and cut bald patches out of their hair and store their cattle and grain in the winter (and documents record, I should add, that Stalmine Grange, as well as growing wheat, corn and oats, also kept cows) and to do all the other stuff that monks/lay-brothers used to do for reasons best left to themselves. And for all that a sizeable building would have been required. (Incidentally, did you know that the modern word ‘labourer’ is derived from those hard working, tonsure sporting lay-brothers of the mediaeval period? Well you do now.)
Obviously the first place to look for the grange then would be Grange Farm itself, on the off chance that the farmhouse was built from ecclesiastical rubble. The photograph below, therefore, shows the actual building, constructed in 1682 (according to the date stone above the door at any rate) and surrounded by the largest collection of chickens, bantams and peacocks we’ve ever seen. (Although, for some reason, most of them went into hiding the minute I took out the camera.)
Yes…granges were actually buildings. It’s easy to think of them as being fields full of sheep or corn or field mice or what have you, with the occasional monk/lay-brother pottering up and down picking mushrooms and herbs and being investigated for murder by Brother Cadfael. But monks/lay-brothers, of course, needed somewhere to eat and sleep and pray and beat themselves with whips and cut bald patches out of their hair and store their cattle and grain in the winter (and documents record, I should add, that Stalmine Grange, as well as growing wheat, corn and oats, also kept cows) and to do all the other stuff that monks/lay-brothers used to do for reasons best left to themselves. And for all that a sizeable building would have been required. (Incidentally, did you know that the modern word ‘labourer’ is derived from those hard working, tonsure sporting lay-brothers of the mediaeval period? Well you do now.)
Obviously the first place to look for the grange then would be Grange Farm itself, on the off chance that the farmhouse was built from ecclesiastical rubble. The photograph below, therefore, shows the actual building, constructed in 1682 (according to the date stone above the door at any rate) and surrounded by the largest collection of chickens, bantams and peacocks we’ve ever seen. (Although, for some reason, most of them went into hiding the minute I took out the camera.)
We can tell you who was living here when it was first built, if you like. According to the records it was Thomas Smith, who must have owned the house prior to the Stewart rebuild as well, because he’s listed as living at Stalmine Grange as early as 1651. Before then, in 1618 to be precise, Dorothy Pike owned the place. Presumably, shortly after Furness Abbey fell to the dissolution in the mid-Sixteenth Century, some sort of temporary building was erected on the site, more than likely, as previously suggested, using the rubble from the grange itself.
Let’s take a look at that date stone in a bit more detail.



9 comments:
I read it Brian. Am I the only one? It is interesting although not terribly relevant to me, so I keep quiet.
Andrew,
It wouldn't surprise me if you were the only one reading these postings, although, to be honest, the hit counter keeps on clocking slowly away down there. (Incredibly slowly at times...it must be broken or something...no...seriously...it must be. There are sites about Garibaldi biscuits that get more hits than this one.) I can only assume there are others out there wading their way through this parochial waffle, but I usually only find out about 'em when they send me death threats because I've accidentally naffed 'em off.
I read it too...I think FB read it but he's too busy taking happy snaps of the post hole and finds he's uncovered in his trench.
So, c'mon Brian, chop chop! Get that Roman road uncovered and find out about the long house and under the barn floor already! :P
Jayne,
Just waiting on our survey team to finish contouring the Roman road before we can dig it. Unfortunately I've no idea where they've got to. Ivan, if you're reading this, put that mug of coffee down, switch off the telly, telephone Steve, and tell him to get in touch with me as soon as possible, will you? I'm sure we can get this thing done between the scattered showers, footy matches, cricket matches, christenings, barbeques and spontaneous parties.
1682 ?
far out man.
no buildings of any kind in Australia that year.
I have to wonder
what T.Smith THOUGHT of The World (as he knew it).
Had he been beyond the village?
Did he own a book?
Worry about The Black Death ?
How expansive could the thoughts of a Mr Smith be in 1682 ?
I do wish there were Time Machines.
Annie,
T. Smith, according to old documents, was a 'gent' (which more than likely meant he was a farmer with a lot of money.) Therefore, to take a guess at the answers, he probably thought that the world revolved around chickens, sheep and keeping up appearances, had travelled beyond Stalmine as far as Preston once or twice for legal reasons ('gents' indulged themselves in a lot of land disputations and such), owned at least one book (on chicken rearing), worried about the Bubonic Plague whenever it reached as far as the farm next door, but spent most of his time smoking a clay pipe and leaning on the farm gate in contemplation of how stupid the rest of the world was...much like farmers still do to this day.
As for the time machine...I invented one last year and took it to the patents office. Unfortunately somebody else will be inventing one in two years time based on my drawings, only they'll be registering theirs 50 years ago.
My great great great grandad worked hear aged 17 as an agricultural labourer and he married Ellen till who was born at ridge cottage
My 4th Great Grand Uncle, Matthew Taylor lived here in 1851 with his wife Elizabeth. He was aged 66 at the time and according to the census he was farming 122 acres and employing 4 labourers.
Karen Kristiansen
Fascinating what you can research. The datestone from the grange is now in my garden in Staffordshire. The house was finally demolished due to flood risk, the current owners parents lived in the grange and kept the datestone after demolition. It is clearly carved from material from Furness Abbey, most of the house would have been borrowed from the source after the dissolution.
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