Call it fate; call it co-incidence; call it what you will: my family has strong ties to Liverpool.
My father moved his new bride from Europe to his Liverpool, UK, home after their marriage, and I was subsequently born there. I spent a few years there (which I mostly don’t remember!) until my parents and I emigrated to Canada when I was a toddler – before I acquired the distinctive “Scouser” accent. I made my first trip back to “the old country” as a young adult, and it was in England that I met the Australian who became my partner. He, funnily enough, was from Liverpool – Australia – and both my children grew up in that Liverpool area.
My daughter moved to the UK several years ago, and was nursing in a war zone when she met the man she would marry. He was from (you guessed it) Liverpool, UK. In fact, it turns out that his mother and I were born in the same hospital!
So, we are back in England at the moment: for the marriage of my Australian daughter to her British man. And, I couldn’t resist visiting Liverpool again: with my husband and adult son, to show them some of my roots (see: The Mersey).
My first trip back to England was a revelation to me: after growing up in a land with a relatively young Western history, the ancient stories represented in the stones and walls of the cities and buildings was awesome. More amazingly, as I was taken around the city of my birth by an elderly relative, I learned that my own great-grandparents had met while working as servants in Speke Hall, an old house which is now maintained by the National Trust, and open to the public.
Speke Hall is an almost 500-year-old Tudor timber-framed manor house with Victorian improvements, and is well worth a visit – even if your family didn’t live and work there!
Built between 1530 and 1598 by the family of William Norris II – Catholics during a time of religious tumult in England – the original house included a priest’s hole hidden in the walls and attic. Spy holes and an eavesdropper ensured that visitors could be vetted and any priest in residence could hide in time. Towards the end of the 18th century, the Norris’ moved to the more fashionable London, and the building fell into disrepair. There was a time when it was even used as a cow shed!
The dilapidated estate was sold in 1795 to Richard Watt, who made his money in Jamaican sugar. Over subsequent generations, the fortunes of the house rose and fell, before being inherited by Miss Adelaide Watt when she turned 21 in 1878. She lived in the hall until her death in 1921, and under trust arrangements, much of the farm property was sold – later becoming the site of the Liverpool Aerodrome – and the house was looked after by her butler and staff until it became property of the National Trust in 1943.
What remains of the grounds, on the banks of the River Mersey, is still extensive. The property features playgrounds and picnic grounds; a new Victorian-themed hedge maze; traditional formal gardens established in the 1860s; a large kitchen garden that dates back further and still supplies the coffee shop; expansive lawns; and ancient woodlands. Wandering around the house and gardens, it is easy to forget where (and when) you are – until a jet from Liverpool’s John Lennon Airport next door roars low overhead.
Before leaving the heritage property, we stopped in the repurposed farm buildings which now operate as coffee shop and souvenir sales. Traditional favourites like “scouse” (“lobscous”, a lamb or beef stew); a local version of a vegetable pasty; were on offer.
Truly, a glimpse into times past.
‘Till next time –
Happy Travels!
Pictures: 21July2015
My great grandmother is Norris. She married Edwards. This is our family heritage manor. I was born in Maryborough QLD. Australia. My mother, Elaine, has original documents. My sister has visited this wonderful heritage home of our family. My mobile, as I do not do emails, is 0423602836. Australian mobile phone.
Hello, Judith!
It really is a wonderful old building, full of stories. I hope your sister enjoyed visiting it.
– Ursula