Monday, 18 March 2013

Spirits of Kings and commoners alike

Not to be morbid or anything, but this month's King's Ginger piece is my first look at death and mourning in the Victorian and Edwardian eras. They were big business indeed! The actual customs will be covered in a later blog as they deserve a post all of their own (Queen Victoria's life-long grief being a huge part of Edward's story) but today I'm looking at the very interesting history of the Necropolis Railway of London. And so it begins, where everything ends...


 Every monarch since Queen Victoria has been carried on a funeral train. When King Edward died in 1910 at the age of only 68 years old, he was carried on just such a train to Windsor and Eton Central station for his funeral. But this practice wasn't limited to royalty at all - from 1854 the ordinary man or woman's mortal remains could also be transported from the city to their final resting place in the beautiful Surrey countryside.

 In the 1850s, following a doubling of its population, London's churchyards were seriously overcrowded. Necessary legislation was passed in 1852, with the Burial Act facilitating the first public cemeteries around the capital. They then spread out to the Home Counties. Brookwood Cemetery was a private burial ground opened and run by the London Necropolis & National Mausoleum Company. It buried a lot of London's poor in a much more dignified fashion than mass pauper graves and it's said that Brookwood probably took on half of East London's late residents during its heyday. Special trains were put on so the parent railway company's living customers could not possibly end up on a carriage that had recently contained caskets. They ran daily from Waterloo, which had a casket-loading platform complete with hydraulics. The trains had separate hearse cars for Anglican and non-Anglican dead (which corresponded to the south and north sides of Brookwood. There were also divisions of class - a first-class fare saw mourners housed in fancier compartments and the coffins handled much more carefully than second, and third fell below event that. Which isn't to say third-class wasn't perfectly civilised.


In 1902 a beautiful new station was opened on Westminster Bridge Road, with the Waterloo terminus building being demolished to make way for the growth of the latter. It was designed to look much fancier than any normal funeral directors. The daily trains also stopped, and services were then laid on as and when needed, until 1941 when WWII bombings destroyed it all. They never ran again.



Anyway, onto the service itself. These sombre trains left London and wound their way through the suburbs, past my home town of Walton on Thames and terminating (perhaps an unfortunate choice of word there) at the Gothic stations built within the cemetery itself - the north and south areas had their own station.

Brookwood Cemetery is a fascinating place. It's still very much in operation and, as such, I had to get special permission to visit and take some photographs. They kindly agreed since I was doing this for a history piece and would obviously not be snapping any modern gravestones. Besides, the older ones are so much more dramatic!  Let me first show you where the railway came into the cemetery.

Ta da!



It's no longer there any more, of course but its ghost remains. The path from the North station is shown above. From Brookwood station the trains would turn and trundle through the grounds to the South station building. Neither are there any more, sadly - the North station was demolished in the 60s due to dry rot, and the South burned down in the 70s. A monastery now stands on the original place of the latter.


This is the spectre of the South line, the old station would have been just beyond the horizon.

This photo, if you look carefully, also features snow. Brr.


Many of the King's contemporaries (or at least notable personages from his time as Prince of Wales) are buried here. Dr Gottleib Leibner is one chap who will feature in a future post on here, due to his work. And if he doesn't embody the image of a Victorian gent, then I don't know who does.


More fascinating still, perhaps, are the memorials of those who are all-but-forgotten. Take this beautiful statue of an obscure lady who was married to an obscure man.



I don't know what Mrs Faulkiner did in her time, but her grave has incited avarice in robbers not so long ago, with the owners of Brookwood finding it toppled and wrapped, ready to be taken away in the night...

I wanted to capture some classic Edwardian gravestones. They seem to feature a lot of flora. Ivy...



And clematis and passion flowers.



They were also fond of angels, always with finger pointing towards heaven.



Then, there's the beautiful Lady Mary Laura Wyatt, who reads serenely for all eternity.



There are a lot of beautiful mausoleums dating from the Edwardian era as well, some with ornate inscriptions but many more with no date or message at all.





This picture does not adequately convey just how blooming FREEZING it was that day.
I couldn't feel my feet by this point.


If King's Ginger had been available to the masses back then, I feel pretty sure it would have been sipped by chilled mourners to boost the spirits and bolster them against inclement weather. I didn't drink any of course, nor did I pose with it near any gravestones as both would have felt very disrespectful. But I did take it on a journey along the ghostly railway.



There's no evidence to suggest King Edward ever visited Brookwood Cemetery, but I thought this little insight into the funeral customs of the time would be interesting, not to mention the way that common people would so often end their journeys, both physically and metaphorically with funeral train services that his Majesty would also have for his own, state funeral. It was also a fascinating trip all round, not least because I got to 'meet' this fellow... he died in the 1930s but I thought him worth a peek anyway. Splendid facial hair!


Thank you to the owners of Brookwood Cemetery for granting me permission to take photos and write this story! I hope you have all enjoyed it, as ever, do let me know!

Fleur xx
DiaryofaVintageGirl.com

16 comments:

  1. thank you girl for the beautiful photos and freezing just for the art :-)
    find it very interesting that there was a train to the graveyard... so 19. century.
    (i live in an railroadhouse from 1890)
    and this gorgeous thombstones! i love wandering around on old cemeteries, in comfy shoes of couse ;-)

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  2. This piece is fascinating, I didn't know about funeral trains. I think you captured the atmosphere of the place well in your photographs.

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  3. I really enjoyed this fascinating read. Thank you

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  4. What absolutely amazing statues, I love them. It makes me so very cross when I see/read about any kind of theft or vandalism in a graveyard or church...well, anywhere of course, but this is just so wanton and maddening and disrespectful....that I have the urge to commit some serious GBH on the perpretrators. How dare they!
    Such interesting places to wander round.

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  5. You have just taken me back to my university days when I studied the causes and rituals around death. It isn't as morbid as it sounds, honestly! I really enjoyed reading this.

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  6. A fascinating piece, will definitely have to go on my list of places to visit. If you've not been yourself, Fleur, they do tours at Highgate cemetery as well which is of a similar period and the brilliant tour guides offer explanations of the different styles of gravestone.

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  7. Fascinating! Personally, I love cemeteries; I find them oddly peaceful. I always wonder, when looking at graves, who these people were, what were they like, did they have family, do they still have family?

    ps: my house mate is from Walton-on-Thames too!

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  8. What a fun post! I LOVE that you shared a little snippet of history along with such gorgeous photos. I've always found old cemeteries to be so beautiful and peaceful. I don't think it's morbid at all really. I bet that old railway would make an amazing bike ride!

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  10. I love old cemeteries, beautiful and peaceful. When I come to the UK (at some point in my life!) I am going to be visiting Highgate and any other old cemetery I can get into.

    Sydney also has a gorgeous old (by our standards) gothic Mortuary Station. It not longer operates as it used to and I think you can hire it for functions (?). Regardless it is another place I would like to visit one day, even if I have to climb the fence :)

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  12. Fascinating stuff! I live just around the corner from West Norwood cemetery in South London, which is also worth a look. It holds the earthly remains of many of the Victorian industrialists who 'made' (literally and figuratively), London. My favourite though is the grave of the brilliant Mrs Beeton.

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  13. Interesting article and some fabulous grave sculptures, it reminds me of old Victorian funerals where the chief mourner would wear full mourning suit, top hat with crepe band, jet cufflinks and a jet fob on their pocket watch fob. How very stylish.

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  14. This is truly fascinating - thanks for sharing this. As you say, "not to be morbid or anything" but I find the story of the development of graveyards and then cemeteries really interesting. As an architectural historian, I'm embarrassed to say I didn't know about Brookwood. The "Magnificent Seven" (Highgate, Abney Park, etc), yes, but I didn't know about this. You've certainly encouraged me to find out more! It looks like a beautiful, peaceful place too. The railway also reminded me of Mortuary Station in Sydney, Australia, which was for the same purpose, taking coffins and mourners to... Rookwood Cemetery. Ha!

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  15. Good read thanks for posting, I lived in Walton on Thames from 1965 to 1979. Any old snaps of Walton always welcome. Good luck Chris Lalor.

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