Leominster Stories from the Past

I’ve lost days to this Tumblr by Leominster1941. A lively, eclectic mix of reminiscence and historical oddness, it’s written by a Leominster man with an impressive gift for storytelling! Well worth a few visits when you have a minute or two.

It was no real surprise that Fanny Brown spent a sleepless night on April 12th, 1912. The seventeen-year-old maid had been sharing her double bed for the last five hours with a half-naked man, two small children and a baby. She was also aware of the fact there was a dead body in one of the other bedrooms at Moreton Lodge.

At about half-past eleven, a blood-curdling gurgle had come from the mistress’s room. The Reverend Samuel Henry ran into his wife’s room and then burst into Fanny’s room exclaiming that Mrs Henry had cut her throat. He asked if he could bring in the baby, who slept with her mother, but was covered from head to toe in blood. Fanny quickly found some clean clothes for her and put her to sleep with the two little ones who were already in the room.

“Shall I go for help?” she asked, but the vicar declared that his wife was well beyond help: they should wait until morning when he would travel the three miles into Leominster to fetch a policeman. He then removed his trousers, jacket and waistcoat and curled up at the foot of Fanny’s bed and went to sleep.

About five hours later, the vicar woke, got up, washed, shaved and dressed and confirmed that he was going to Leominster to get some help; in the meantime, he asked Fanny if she would cook him some breakfast before he set off. Before she started preparing a meal, the terrified maid excused herself for a few moments and took the baby to the safety of the Conods next door, where she quickly explained the previous night’s events.

After Henry had finished his meal, Fanny enquired as to whether he’d enjoyed it. “Not very much”, was the reply before he went downstairs for a cigarette and took it back up to his study. Very shortly afterwards, four gunshots rang out in quick succession.

Read more: Gruesome murder near Leominster

School children in the 1950s from Leominster Stories, Leominster Blog History https://leominsterblog.com
“There was a pot-bellied stove in each classroom.”

Swegn Godwinson (1020 – 1052) was the eldest son of a prolific family. He was the brother of Harold II. His father, Godwine of Wessex, worked his way up from relative obscurity to the most powerful Earl in the country. In 1043 he was given total control of Herefordshire along with other bordering counties.

Swegn’s future could have been assured if only he had behaved himself and not acted like a rogue and an outlaw.  He was the only one of his brood who seemed totally evil from the first.

What happened?

We know very little beside the basic events which look very bad indeed.  He was considered responsible for a number of murders and was exiled more than once.  In 1046, as he was returning from a successful expedition into Wales, he is said to have abducted the Abbess of Leominster, Eadgifu, had his way with her then sent her back in disgrace.

Read more: Abbess abduction – Swegn Godwinson

Romans capture Caractacus in Leominster Stories, Leominster Blog History https://leominsterblog.com
The Romans capture King Caractacus (Caradoc)

It is time to mention the job which lasted only one day or night shift. I was persuaded that a lot more could be earned working night shifts at the Mother’s Pride factory in Hereford. It was possible to earn in one 12 hour shift the equivalent of three days labour at the Nursery.

My first task was working on the dough machine. Lumps of dough sufficient to make a loaf of bread came along a conveyor belt. Rotating in front of me were empty bins into which you dropped the dough before they moved into the oven. I was told to press the stop button if I could not keep up. There was a large basket at the end of the conveyor belt catching any dough was missed. The machine started and the nightmare began, it was too fast for me. Slowly but surely the basket began to fill up with dollops of dough and the emergency stop button was out of reach. Finally I gave up trying to catch the dough and switched the machine off.

Read more: Mother’s Pride – A one-night job


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