Agnes was only 45 when she died.
She was a mother to six children, and lived for all her life in an area of Norwich known as Pockthorpe – the bit from Bull Close then around Barrack Street up to Heathgate.
In 1861 she was living with her parents in Granby Row, and she later got married to George Lowthorpe at St James Church on the corner of Barrack Street – where the Puppet Theatre now stands. I used to run round there a lot as part of my Norwich ringroad runs or when heading up to the hills of Mousehold, little realising it was my home to my ancestors.
None of the places she called home exist now – they were pulled down as part of Norwich’s slum clearance programme.
George’s descendants run Lowthorpe’s newsagents on Drayton Road.
But George Lowthorpe died in 1876, the same year as their son George A Lowthorpe – the grandfather of Mel, who runs the newsagents – was born.
Fast forward to 1891 and Agnes Lowthorpe is living in The Lokes, off Barrack Street – the census lists her as a housekeeper, while the head of household is James Chapman – a builder’s merchant.
George A is 15 now and is a Blacksmith’s apprentice, and Agnes’s brother, Alfred Seaman, is also living with the family. He’s a shoemaker, or Clicker as it’s described.
But here’s the thing – Agnes’s relationship to the head of the house – is described as ‘servant’.
You have to hand it to our Victorian forebears. Because three other children are also listed – a 12-year-old, a 9-year-old, and a 4-year-old, who a trawl of the records reveal as James Chapman Lowthorpe, Laurina Chapman Lowthorpe, and Elizabeth Chapman Lowthorpe.
Later there are two other children – Walter Chapman Lowthorpe born 1891, so Agnes may well have been pregnant when the census took place, though I can’t yet say for sure, and Alfred Chapman Lowthorpe, born 1895.
Walter Chapman Lowthorpe is my great-grandfather.
Agnes Lowthorpe and James Chapman were never married.
Agnes dies in 1898 when little Alfred is only three – the same age as my own son Nyle Alfred Lowthorpe is now – and her partner James Chapman takes care of the two boys, while working at various times as the landlord of the Wrestlers Arms on Barrack Street (where he is convicted of serving alcohol out of hours btw), and then as a Carter. He dies in 1902.
The family is scattered – but the name Lowthorpe, Agnes’s married name endures. We’re all Lowthorpes now it seems, except we’re not, well not my branch of the family anyway.
It’s a funny thing, realising that you are not who you think you are.
But does it matter?
Agnes and James have a relationship which these days most of us wouldn’t bat an eyelid at, kids out of wedlock, I did it, twice in fact, and so did my parents.
And maybe in Pockthorpe people there didn’t care either; only the record keepers, and the writers of the official history and the guardians of Victorian morality did, you suspect.
So don’t believe what you read in the history books, or what people try and tell you about how people behaved. The truth was a lot more nuanced than that, and I like it that way.
Pockthorpe, apparently, was one of the worst slums in Norwich and was cleared after the First World War.
I don’t know what Agnes and James were like. Nobody ever mentioned them – I stumbled across their names in a family account written by my great uncle, and then did some digging when I signed up to ancestry.co.uk at Christmas.
No photographs, no anecdotes, no grave.
Maybe my great grandfather couldn’t remember his parents, though with so many siblings I find that difficult to believe. Maybe people just didn’t talk about that sort of thing.
But, rightly or wrongly, I admire them nonetheless, after all I wouldn’t be here without them.
So, Happy Mother’s Day Agnes and thank you for defying convention – you kept your family together, and we kept your name.
March 26, 2017 at 12:41 pm
Love this post. What an interesting family you have. It’s surprising what you can find with a little digging.
March 26, 2017 at 2:43 pm
Thanks Tara, it was fascinating when I started looking into it and that was only just the start!
March 27, 2017 at 8:59 am
What a lovely post. It’s amazing what you find out with a little digging.
My paternal Grandfather died recently and we didn’t know much about his side of the family so my sister started doing some research on ancestry.com and it turns out we’re related to two prominent Suffolk families!
March 28, 2017 at 8:01 am
Thanks Heidi, glad you liked it. Yes, I spent most of Christmas on the ancestry site, it was very addictive, and I couldn’t believe what I found out, so am thinking of writing up some more stories. Your research sounds interesting – who were the families, can you say? 🙂
March 30, 2017 at 6:08 am
brilliant history, my gtgtgrandparents never married and raised 8 children in Heigham, then when he died she had another relationship and registered the children in his name, I only found out by doing my family tree.
April 29, 2017 at 6:06 pm
Hi Tracey – that sounds like a fascinating story too, do you know any more about your family story or have you written about it? It does sound very similar