The 1866 Petition – a follow up!

I have been busy researching the stories of those women active in the early days of the suffrage movement on the Isle of Wight for most of the summer. I have found out some fascinating things and with the help of a relative of one of the ladies I have build quite an interesting picture of these political pioneers.

So more on Ellen Cantelo 69, High Street Carisbrooke, Sarah James, St James Street Newport and Elizabeth Thompson of Carisbrooke and why did they sign the 1866 petition? If you missed the first instalment catch up here!

I initially thought that these ladies had been drafted into signing the petition because of the artistic movement on the Isle of Wight and that was how they had heard of the cause of women’s suffrage. I was very wrong! I was contacted by the wonderful and extremely knowledgeable Barry Cantelo over the summer – Ellen Cantelo’s great nephew. After being told off for pronouncing their surname incorrectly he filled me in on how the family were involved in politics!

The Cantelo family were part of the Chartist movement and were therefore politically knowledgeable, politically active and no stranger to a fight against the system. Ellen’s father (William) was a publican in  Newport, holding the position of Landlord of the Eight Bells and the Castle at times during his career. His 4 children John, William, Ellen and Elizabeth went on to have very interesting lives. John was a portrait painter, William was a part time publican and part time engineer and it is believed he invented the machine gun before Maxim ( then mysteriously disappeared. His daughters Ellen and Elizabeth (now Mrs Thompson) were those who signed the 1866 petition and Ellen went on to have a career as an artist and photographer.

Ellen was an accomplished water colourist and during a period in the 1860’s whilst living in London she was catalogued and became a member of the Royal Society of Water Colourists – which was about as high as you could get, as women were not permitted to join the Royal Academy. Ellen built her career as a Countryside painter and a number of her works are in store at Carisbrooke Castle Museum

On her return to the Island her artistic and enquiring nature led to her experiment with photography. She went into business with Mr Brading and formed Brading and Cantelo who photographed Island scenes some of which became picture postcards.

Ellen never married and passed away in 1898 while living in Lake after what appears to be a full and successful career. She left £253.00 to her sister Elizabeth Thompson (the other signee).

As for Sarah James, I have not been able to find anything specific but after chatting to Barry he believes there is a chance that she could have a connection to the Cantelo family too, perhaps a fiance or cousin of this politically knowledgeable family.

All in all a fascinating story of a very inspiring women, who was willing to challenge the stereotypes of the time to follow a career and succeed at the highest level. If i find out anything further, I will post again.


A Night at the Lost Palace

In 2015 I heard Tim Powell of Historic Royal Palaces talking about the vision for the Lost Palace at the Museum and Heritage show. It was a fascinating project that really peaked my interest in how tech was going to help tell the story of the lost palace of Whitehall. Appealing for people to offer prototypes online, how to bring these ideas to life and would the technology be able to deliver – something that concerns anyone who embarks on a project like this. As a museum user there is nothing worse than glitchy or broken tech especially for something you are really interested in.

I had been keeping my eye on the project and during last summer I looked into helping with the testing of some of the prototypes but I was too late, the day was filled already. I would just have to wait! Tim gave an update on the project at this springs M&H Show. It was interesting to hear about the challenges and the highlights of the beta testing and to hear how the story was going to be told. The most exciting part for me was, that I (along with any other member of the paying public) would be able to go along and experience the Lost Palace for themselves. As soon as the tickets were available they were in my shopping cart and then fixed to the front of my fridge.

We picked a Saturday teatime slot 6.30pm – wishing to avoid the families in the daytime but early enough for us to get the train back. We were so lucky with the weather, with a warm dry day leading to a pleasant summer evening. On arrival at Banqueting House we were moved to the waiting area and then a few minutes before time we were offered the technology. Which was a set of earphones, a wooden block with a blackened ‘burnt’ end and a lanyard which held it all together. Then a countdown began and the tour was off. There was a short session indoors – a chance for us to familiarise ourselves with the kit and ensure it was all working correctly (a great idea and a real fail-safe to pick up any glitches before the off).


I’m not going to say  too much about the tour – as I am sure you are going to want to experience it all for yourselves but I will say it was really well done! I loved that the history was told as a story by characters from the time. I found the interactive items on the street a good way to delve deeper into the stories and it also peaked the interest of passers by who were baffled by a group of random people holding lumps of wood up to posts in busy central London on a Saturday night!

The technology worked really well for me but my partner found a few issues – I think this was mainly because he hadn’t stood quite in the right place to pick up the signal (he followed the crowd rather than the instructions). We both loved the end to the tour in Banqueting House sitting on a beanbag and looking at the beautiful painted ceiling. The walking gave you more of an insight into the size and scale of the original building. Most of all, The Lost Palace tour seems like the best way to tell the story of a building that is no longer there but has a fascinating history.


To for more information and to book you place on a tour before Lost Palace closes on 4th September.

1866 Mass Votes for women Petition – IOW

150 years ago today John Stuart Mill (- of his own freewill) presented a petition to Parliament signed by some 1521 people submitted by Emily Davies and Elizabeth Garrett. This was the 1866 Women’s Suffrage Petition, the first mass Votes for Women Petition submitted to Parliament. There were many more to come and a long fight ahead for the women (and men) involved in fighting for women’s suffrage.

It was a pretty rubbish time to be a women (in modern terms), you were still owned by your father until you married and then you became your husband’s possession. Then men in your life would have control of your money, your children and everything in your life. I need a whole other blog or two to go into this so I’ll be back with more on this at a later date. Meanwhile back to the Isle of Wight…

Three ladies on the Isle of Wight signed the petition that Mill presented in 1866. Ellen Cantelo – 69 High Street Newport, Sarah James – St James Street Newport  and Elizabeth Thompson of Carisbrooke. It is understood that the signatures for the petition were collected through family and friends connections. You can see that in the growing mill towns that people would go from neighbour to neighbour, but how did the petition reach these ladies on the the Isle of Wight? That is what I am trying to find out!

I have been able to find some information on Ellen Cantelo – she was an artist and it would appear, fairly successful as she left £253.00 in her will after she passed away in 1898 – before the suffrage fight really began to take hold. The money was left to Elizabeth Thompson (the same lady who signed the petition? perhaps her sister?). As for the other ladies, they both remain somewhat a mystery but it’s still early days for researching. I look forward to updating this blog as I find out more.

I am fascinated by these ladies, living in Newport in the 1860’s being involved in women’s rights and perhaps facing prejudice or taunts for being a woman with an opinion and I am excited to find out where things went from here. Please read the next installment

To find out more about the petition and to look who signed it you can download the signatories here





The appeal of the Routemaster

I was recently waiting for a bus – route 15 to take me from Tower Hill to Charing Cross. I had to wait ages, I was tired and really wanted a sit down (which is why I chose the bus over walking) but at least the weather was nice!

To my surprise a lovely old Routemaster arrived at the bus stop and we all boarded, up those iconic stairs off the running board. I was first on board so I picked the ‘Chewbacca seat’ (the one at the front where Chewbacca would sit if the bus was the Millenium Falcon).

Heritage Route 15 at Aldwych

For those who are not familiar with the route 15 it runs from Blackwall Station to Charing Cross, it also passes such iconic sights as the Tower of London, Monument, St Paul’s Cathedral and the Royal Courts of Justice – so some fantastic architecture. I discovered later the the Heritage Route 15 runs from Tower Hill to Trafalgar Square every 20 minutes.

While bumping around in the front seat enjoying the view, I realised the bubbling of excitement around me and that the majority of the passengers were visitors to London from overseas. I felt a bit out of place, as I was just catching the bus! I was excited – but I am a London Transport geek, I collect tube stations! But so was everyone else. Every time the bus stopped folk in the street took our photos, people waved as we drove along the streets, I was travelling in an icon!

Heritage Route 15 at Aldwych

A week or so later, I was back in London again at the the London Transport Museum Depot Open day in Acton (I did mention I was a LT geek). As part of the day there were 3 Routemasters running short 25 minutes bus rides around the Acton and Ealing area. The trips were very popular – our bus was pretty much full. The bus we travelled on was the last Routemaster off the production line and is kept running by the London Bus Museum in Weybridge. Once again there was that air of excitement, phone cameras were out (both on board and the people on the streets) we were waved at like royalty and it was a really uplifting experience.

So what is it about the Routemaster that gets us all excited? It is an icon of London along with Black cabs, red telephone boxes and post boxes. The Routemaster is on postcards, magnets, purses, bags, shopping bags, t-shirts and every bit of tourist memorabilia that can be bought. As we threaded our way through central London, we watched tourists queue to get a picture next to a phone box, I remember doing the same with yellow taxis in NYC. It was then that it clicked, seeing a Routemaster cruising down Route 15 is seeing a bit of London iconography up and running. The Routemaster is The London bus – despite it only being introduced in 1956, many London buses came before it and many will come after. There was national outcry when they were withdrawn in 2005. It is a beautiful and efficient design with the passenger in mind, easy to board and alight, shiny and red, threading it’s way through the streets of London for 50 years.

I really enjoyed my rides on the Routemaster and I hope these buses run for many years to come, to delight the visitors and enthrall their passengers. A bit of heritage running through the streets of London, bringing history to life.

Eastney Beam Engine Shed

We made the best of the Easter bank holiday and took the opportunity for a day out in Southsea. There is plenty of museums in the area but we decided to investigate somewhere a little be different on our adventure – the Eastney Beam Engine House.


Saved from development due to it’s Grade two listed status, the exterior of the building is beautiful enough on it’s own but the engines inside are also fabulous.


We were welcomed warmly and given some basic information about the building and the beam engines inside. Sadly the beam engines were not in steam on the day we visited due to a technical issue.


The two James Watt and Co beam engines were installed in 1887 to aid Portsmouths new sewage system. The effluent was collected in large holding tanks and then pumped out to sea on the ebb tide using the engines. The engines were superseded by more modern technology but they were kept as an emergency back up to the system until 1954. Renovations have taken place on a number of occasions since the 1980s.


I do love these late victorian buildings, the fact that beauty and design was incorporated into a municipal building – much nicer than the pumping stations of today (although I am sure there are people who find beauty in these things!). They seem to be churches dedicated to engineering. The Engine House has huge windows which draw in as much light as possible. The machinery and interior is so well cared for. All the brasswork is polished to a shine, the floors are all clean and tidy, it makes exploration easy and clean. As with any building housing machinery such as this it also smells amazing, with the scent of grease and oil!

Entry is free, but there is a nice big donation box and there is also a kettle if you fancy a brew! I loved my visit to Eastney, it is obviously run by a group of really dedicated and interested volunteers. It is great that this building has been saved, renovated and can now been shown off to the visiting public.  I highly recommend a visit. Opening times are very limited so please check for details

The Evolution of Mothering Sunday

I have a bit of an issue with Mother’s Day, I entirely blame my Mum for this. In our house it is Mothering Sunday. Mother’s Day is a more commercial type thing borrowed from the Americans (whose Mother’s day is in May). I would also like to point out that I am all for celebrating Mums, they are pretty awesome people and we wouldn’t be here without them, and I’m not a big churchgoer but I do love tradition.

My childhood recollection of Mothering Sunday was queuing up in Church for a pretty carnation for our female relatives (one for Mum, and one for Grandma in our house). But I also remember there was a flower for every lady at Church that day, be they a Mum or not, they could pick one up at the end of the service.

It wasn’t until a few years ago I looked further into the traditions of Mothering Sunday, it is tied into the Church and the Lenten celebrations since the 15th Century. Mothering Sunday is the 4th Sunday in Lent in the Christian Church. It was a day to return to the ‘Mother Church’ – where you were baptised, local church or Cathedral to reconnect with your faith before the Easter festival. In more recent history Mothering Sunday became a day when domestic servants were given a day off to visit their mother church, usually with their own mothers and family members. It was often the only time that everyone could gather to worship as a family. Life in service meant working Christmas and Easter for the ‘Family’ so this was a limited chance to get some time with their own families.

Mothering Sunday is also known as Simnel Sunday, as often a Simnel cake was baked to be enjoyed by the family on the day. Some ladies working in ‘big houses’ may bring a Simnel cake as a gift for the family meal on Mothering Sunday.

Over the years the traditions have become mixed with other countries and cultures to create the more commercial Mother’s Day we see today. I prefer to stick to the traditional Mothering Sunday idea of a time for family (especially Mums) and reflection on what being part of a family provides. After all, Mothering Sunday can be a tough day for many people, people who have lost their Mum, Dads who have to be Mum and Dad, and ladies who desperately want to be Mums but for whatever reason they can’t be. I have seen quite a few posts on Facebook today of people mentioning their Godmothers on Mothering Sunday which is a really nice nod to tradition too, maybe Mothering Sunday is coming back!

Whatever you do today, and whatever name you give it enjoy your day. I will be spending some time being thankful for my family and all they do to support me.

The Case of the duck Down

This story of fowl play was shown to me by one of the volunteers from the Needles Old Battery who had been sifting through the Isle of Wight County Press looking for stories to add to the archive.

The tale begins with an article in the 4th March 1899 edition, with the headline – Soldiers and Ducks.

“On Monday four artillery men stationed at the Needles Battery – Bomb. Massey and Gunners Gilbey, Hitchoot, and Randell – were brought before Col.Crozier JP and remanded on bail til today (Saturday) on a charge of stealing two white ducks the property of Miss Ruth Lane of Weston Farm, Totland, on the previous Thursday Night. The ducks were missed from a house which had been broken open and PC’s Foyle and Murphy who investigated the matter, found a trail of white feathers leading across country to the Battery is being suggested that the ducks were picked up on the way. Feathers were found on the clothes of the accused and under their bed but the whereabouts of the ducks had not been ascertained.”

Well that appears to be a fairly open and shut case, However when it came to the trial of the four servicemen there was some interesting explanations for the evidence against them.

The person they shared a room with, who was not implicated in the crime declared he had not seen any evidence of the ducks and that there were often feathers blowing around on the Downs, from seabirds and Gulls. He also confirmed that Gilbey had a feather pillow on his bed, and that the feathers could have easily come from that source. The bodies of the ducks were never found.

All those on trial were described as having good characters, and being quiet and respectable.

Court notes described that the evidence was ‘Very light – feathery (a laugh)’ and there was really no case to answer ‘There was nothing to this case but a little bit of fluff (a laugh). The Bench has decided there is not sufficient evidence against you and the case is dismissed’

The newspaper does not tell of whether poor Miss Ruth Lane was compensated for the loss of her ducks or if she felt the verdict was just. Ultimately the evidence just didn’t fit the bill. Either way the soldiers had their feathers rustled, hopefully they stayed out of trouble!

Hope you enjoy this quirky little tale, and sorry for all the duck puns, I just couldn’t help it, I’m a bit quackers!!!! (Sorry, again)