Gamel and the Goblins – St Chad’s Church, Rochdale

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Long ago, when the Saxons inhabited this land, a man called Gamel (about whom several stories are told) chose a place by the River Roche to build a church. By nightfall he and his workmen had laid the foundations but in the morning the stones were found some distance away, on top of the hill across the river.

Gamel had all the stones moved back and that night ordered that some of the men should watch the site till daybreak, to make sure the stones stayed where they had been placed. The men, however, suspected that the stones had been moved by the devil, or at the very least by the devil’s servants, and so they were very unwilling to volunteer to stay there all night. Their fears were justified, because the men who stayed actually witnessed the stones again being moved – by creatures they described as goblins. Undoubtedly, those goblins were doing the devil’s work.

Gamel realised he had no choice, then, but to build his church where the devil’s goblins decreed it should be, at the very top of the hill. So this is the reason why, every Sunday, the congregation heading for their weekly services had to climb a hundred and twenty-four steps to do so.

Interestingly, in the porch of the old church is a list of vicars through the centuries. Included in this list is one Geoffrey, Dean of Whalley. It is believed that Geoffrey was the great-great-grandson of Gamel himself.

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A Dream Of Murder in Bolton

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At the very beginning of the 19th century, a murder was solved by a dream and the story was vouched for by a very trustworthy source, the Reverend H. Alexander, pictured above, a prominent man of the cloth.

A man called Horrocks was found beaten to death and many months passed with no clue as to who his murderer might have been. Then, one night, a close friend of Horrocks had a dream in which, he said, God had revealed that a man by the name of Samuel Longwith was the culprit. Horrocks’ friend knew of Longwith, although they were barely acquainted with each other and had spoken on only a handful of occasions – but it was only a dream.

Next morning, after having the same dream again, he decided to travel to Bolton at once and see the magistrate, who refused to take him seriously. However, no more than a few minutes after leaving the magistrate, Horrocks’ friend met Longwith in the street. Longwith was not surprised to be greeted by him as they were, after all, acquainted and he agreed to accompany him to a public house for a drink. Once there, Horrocks’ friend cornered him and badgered him into talking about Horrocks’ death until he gave himself away by insisting that he had not been the one to strike the fatal blow…

This was enough for Horrocks’ friend to be taken seriously by the authorities. Longwith was arrested and he confessed to the robbery of Horrocks along with two compatriots and of being complicit in Horrocks’ murder. He was executed. And all because of a dream.

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That’s Lancashire TV…

As it’s Hallowe’en season, my local TV station, That’s Lancashire TV, asked me to their studio for an interview. I imagined this would be a short piece, talking about my book and the fact that I was going to be at Waterstones in Preston the following weekend. Nope – this turned out to be an entire hour-long programme, just me, talking about my obsession.

This post is a little self-indulgent – I didn’t see the broadcast show myself and had to wait until it was loaded onto That’s Lancashire’s youtube channel, which finally happened today. So, for my own archiving purposes, here are links to the four quarters of the programme, featuring me and Lancashire Folk. Note the fake spider behind my head which seems to have its heart set on getting into my hair…

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

 

 

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How to Buy the Book!

Amazon.co.uk, who ‘lost’ my book recently, now have it available again.  You can also order from Book Depository very easily.

However, you can order directly from the distributor, Gazelle Books, and the link below will take you directly to the book’s page. Just click the ‘Add to Basket’ button beneath the cover image.

http://tinyurl.com/ojtxc4h

Also, enter the promo Code GAZFOLK1 when prompted and you’ll qualify for a 20% discount!

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Radcliffe Tower and the sad tale of Fair Ellen

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Radcliffe Tower, on Church Street, is all that remains of a manor house built in 1403. It once had two towers and a moat but most of it was demolished in the 19th century. The remaining tower is now, fortunately, a protected site.

An old ballad tells the story of Fair Ellen who lived here and who was killed on the orders of her stepmother, who was racked with jealousy because her new husband loved his daughter so much. She then had some of Ellen cooked in a pie and served it to her father, claiming the meat was venison. A simple scullery boy had witnessed all this; indeed, he had been so distressed that he had begged to be killed in Ellen’s place, but the jealous stepmother would not change her mind.

When Ellen’s father was served with the grisly pie, he said he would not eat until his beautiful daughter Ellen had joined them at the table. The jealous stepmother had guessed that this might happen and explained Ellen’s absence by saying she had gone to live in a nunnery. Ellen’s father believed this tale, unlikely though it was, and was grief-stricken at the loss of his beloved daughter. He swore that he would not eat again until she was restored to him.

Ellen’s father kept to his word and refused to eat, for days and weeks. At last, the simple scullery boy confessed everything to Ellen’s father, including the fact that he had offered his own life in exchange for Fair Ellen’s. Ellen’s father was so incensed that he caused his wicked wife to be burned at the stake for her evil deed, and took the scullery boy as his legal son and heir.

Whilst this legend is almost certainly fictitious, it was memorialised in a popular ballad and so became believed as fact. A family tombstone, made of purest white alabaster and showing a medieval knight and his lady, in the church at Radcliffe, was said to show Ellen’s father and his unfortunate daughter, the whiteness of the stone representing the pure innocence of the pair. The memorial became badly chipped because of the many superstitious people who came to break off a small piece, in the belief that it would bring luck or perhaps effect miraculous cures. The damage was so great that the stone eventually had to be removed and placed beneath the floor of the church, to prevent it being destroyed entirely. When enough time had passed for the superstition to have waned, it was retrieved and rehomed in the chancel.

Today, Radcliffe Tower is said to be haunted by a black dog which, for some reason, is said to be connected to Fair Ellen. If it exists at all, it probably has a story all its own…

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St Peter’s Church Burnley – and Ghostly Pigs

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If legend is to be believed, St Peter’s Church should have been built on the spot where the Godly Lane Cross now stands and where religious rites were habitually celebrated. However, night after night the stones set out to build the church were moved from that spot by ghostly pigs, so that the builders were forced to give up and build the church on its present site. On the south side of the church and on the ancient font can be seen carvings of pigs, in memory of this tale. (In truth, the pigs were probably representations of the Paschal Lamb.)

This church was also once the home of a ghostly black dog called Trash. He was said to be huge, with enormous eyes, and although he could be seen, he could never be caught because he would disappear in the blink of an eye. Those who saw Trash were certain to hear of the death of someone close to them, very soon – the damned person’s distance could be guessed from how clearly the boggart dog appeared. His other name, Skriker, comes from an Anglo-Saxon word for crying or screaming and described the noises the beast was said to make.

St Peter’s was also once home to a ghostly organist, according to a letter printed in the Burnley Advertiser, on the 1st September 1855. “Sir – some time has elapsed since our friend visited these upper regions, however, here he is again as lively as ever and most musically inclined. At intervals during the past two days all who live within hearing distance have been entertained to a charming variety of most appropriate (ecclesiastical?) music: we may especially mention as performed ‘con spirits’ O Susanna, Merrily Dance The Quaker’s Wife, and Coal Black Rose. At the moment of my writing this Willikins and His Dinah is pealing forth in tones more dulcet than Mr Robson ever made pretensions to. By inserting this possibly you may be the means of enlarging the Ghost’s audience.”

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A Ghostly Piano at Blackburn Telephone Exchange

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Blackburn Telephone Exchange is a relatively modern building but it has long been regarded as haunted; strange noises have disturbed night-shift workers and the sounds of piano-playing and heavy footfalls have been heard. Piano-playing? How could this possibly be?

The site was once occupied by the Grand Theatre, built in 1880 and holding an audience of three thousand. In the early 1930s, management of the Theatre was taken over by William Murray, who boasted involvement in launching the career of one Charlie Chaplin. After William died his son Roy became manager, but like so many theatres the Grand had to close in 1956, the advent of cinema and TV tolling its death knell.

Even before the building was adapted for use as a Telephone Exchange, there were rumours that the building was haunted. Piano-playing would sometimes be heard and stage curtains drew across the stage on their own. Demolishing the building and putting a telephone exchange in its place did nothing to dispel the rumours. Three young men working the night-shift experienced the ghost for themselves. Heavy footsteps were heard upstairs and then they heard the lift in operation, apparently coming up to their floor from the ground floor. The doors opened but there was no-one inside.

The lift was also the scene of a more visible ghost when a cleaner who had worked at the exchange for over twenty years saw a rather ill-looking lady go into it. It was full daylight when the cleaner saw the blonde woman dash into the lift as if she was in a hurry to leave. Yet, even though the doors closed, the lift did not move. Concerned about the woman, Brenda opened the doors again – and the lift was empty. On another occasion Brenda’s colleague was washing her hands in the ladies washroom on the fourth floor when she felt someone brush against her – but no-one else was in the room. The same ladies washroom was the scene of another event when two female night-shift workers visited the room and heard the taps gushing water, when they were both in the cubicles.

The source of these odd happenings is thought to be the ghost of William Murray, the one-time owner of the theatre which once occupied the plot. However, given the above experiences – the woman in the lift, the taps in the ladies’ room – that seems unlikely. Or, just possibly, there is more than one ghost at the Exchange…

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