A rose by any other name

1880--The Friary, Nottingham, England (T.W. Hammond)

What's in a name?  A rose is a rose, or so Shakespeare is said to have put it.   

Among other endeavors, I intend to embark on a family history.  It's time.  My ambition is to write down as much family history, including anecdotal evidence, and avoid a reinvention the wheel by those who may follow at whatever distant point in the future they may.  Roses notwithstanding, time rolls on.

As it happens, I stumbled upon a snippet of documentary material regarding the Whitley surname.  It is found in the Burgess Pleas documents (Nottingham, England) dating to the years 1392 - 1393.  More about that in a second.  But first, the University of Nottingham should be recognized as having done yeoman's work (in 2008) on translating (from Latin and Old English) these documents.  They have now been digitized, permitting public access to what can only be considered fairly obscure historical material.  Such is the haunt of historians.  Lonely work, but somebody's got to do it. 

Second, existing pleas records (dating 1378 - 1393) are not complete.  Or rather, some simply no longer existent.  Further, of what still exists, a significant portion is illegible having sustained decay and rodent as well as moisture damage (I know--England--go figure).  Thus, the digitized rolls contain many repetitive caveats--"Heavily stained and damaged roll throughout."  Or, "[Roll 2] Heavily stained on lh side and elsewhere. Most of roll missing."  "[Roll 5] Severely damaged roll. Most of it missing and most of it illegible through damp stains."  And so forth.

But all in all, given these rolls are nearly 650 years old, their condition should be expected.  Not too bad considering.  Which leads me to a certain Henry de Whitley, alive during King Richard II's reign.  [The ambitious Richard II was King of England from 1377 until being deposed in 1399 by his cousin Henry Bolingbroke (Henry IV) due to Richard II's increasingly arbitrary and factional rule.  (Sounds familiar).

At any rate, Henry de Whitley apparently was originally a tailor.  Back in the day, the bar at law was definitely loosely defined.  For the most part, it hinged on one's ability to read.  At least it assumed literacy.  On November 6, 1392, Whitley prepared to argue a debt before the court that he claimed was owed to him by Stephen de la Hide, another tailor.  Both tailors represented themselves.  But the jury was in default as it did not show up for court for whatever reason--likely prevailing winter conditions.  

So the case was pushed to the following court date.  At the next court, Henry de Whitley was successful.  "Jury comes and says that Stephen [owes Henry] 3s.8d. Damages: 4d. Adjudged that Henry should recover 3s.8d. [from Stephen] and 4d. damages. Stephen in mercy."  From humble beginnings a career--albeit a brief career--as an attorney opened.  

Of the cases de Whitley argued, the outcome was not always evident.  First of all, the pleas court language is arcane.  That and court cases were often pushed to the next subsequent date which, given the condition of the pleas rolls (with parts missing), it is often not possible to determine a particular case's outcome.

Henry de Whitley served as attorney mostly in money matters, or in civil court--before "civil" became a four letter word.  By way of example, de Whitley was attorney to Joan Peyntour versus John Fysshe regarding Fysshe's unlawful retention of her rosary and various silver rings.  Unfortunately, the translators note:  "MS [manuscript] preceded by an indeterminate number of illegible entries."

In other cases the outcome was known.  de Whitley represented a losing case in Richard Shadwell versus John Shepard.  Here, "losing" might should be in quotes.  Apparently Shadwell was a doctor.  Sort of.  (And medical practitioners, like attorneys in the day, were also fairly loosely defined).  Anyhow, in the plea, "Richard comes in his own person and says that John [owes him] 2s. for the curing of John’s body."  For his part, Shepard (represented by de Whitley) came before the court and "acknowledges the debt. Damages assessed at 4d. Adjudged that Richard should recover 2s. from him and 4d. damages. John in mercy."

Of course, the reverse might also be true.  de Whitley successfully represented one John Strelley versus Thomas Shether regarding calf skins (calfskynnes).  Strelley alleged 14s in damages.  Shether came before the court and admitted the debt.  "Thomas in his own person comes and acknowledges the debt.  Damages assessed at 6d.  Adjudged that John should recover 14s from Thomas."

Anyhow, I mentioned a brief career.  So it was.  On to the salubrious details.  Mid-October 1393, the Burgess pleas court noted an "Appraisal of the goods and chattels of Henry de Whitley well and faithfully appraised on Mon after the feast of St. Luke 17 Richard II [20 Oct 1393]."  The appraisal was made under oath by six of Nottingham's citizens.  

 

Now normally, one should expect an appraisal of an individual's estate to be associated with a will, a divvying up of property.  Who gets what.  But not so with Henry de Whitley. "The goods and chattels were taken on Sun after the feast of St Luke [19 Oct 1393] by the bailiffs for a death on the body of Alice, Henry’s wife, by Henry’s manslaughter (per occisione predicti Henrici) on Sun at night."  

 Manslaughter is only a small step away from murder...a half step or less.  The motive or circumstance of the killing is unknown.  But "Henry, after the felony, fled to the church of the Carmelite Friars and could not be taken."  

The church was a friary belonging to the "Whitefriars".  A History of the County of Nottingham, Volume Two notes:  "Henry de Whitley of Nottingham in October 1393 killed his wife Alice in the night-time and fled to the church of the Friars Carmelite for sanctuary, and could not be taken as he kept to the church. Whereupon the town authorities seized his goods as those of a felon; they were valued at 11s. 2½d." 

No other record exists concerning Henry de Whitley--beyond that he "kept to the church".  Evidently, Henry grew devout, as they say.  It is unknown whether he faced justice, though it is hard to imagine that he stayed forever after in the friary's church building.  And, as no children were mentioned between him and his wife Alice, there's no way to know nearly 650 years later whether he was an ancestor...or not.  Probably not, since Henry de Whitley of Nottingham isn't from the Cumbria-Northumberland-Borders heartland from which our Whitley line is said to have originated.  But you never know.  

Incidentally, Nottingham's Whitefriars was founded at some point before 1271.  Nothing remains of their friary today, unfortunately.  It long ago was removed and the site developed.  It should also be noted that regulations on sanctuary varied in different places, even though the privilege was granted from the very earliest of times.  It continued, with certain modifications made during the reign of Henry VIII.  In 1623, sanctuary was finally abolished by King James VI/I.  

White Friar's plan, Nottingham, England

 

2026--new excursion in the planning stage

This post pertains to genealogy, a somewhat out-of-the-ordinary subject for this blog.  Genealogy is prickly; mostly of interest to a limited few close (more or less) relatives.  What brings me to broach the subject is that we are again considering a trip this Easter.  This time to Ireland and an overnight or two to Scotland...if only as a matter of principle.

Kilwaughter Castle, Antrim, Ireland

While in Ireland, among other things, we'd like to take in the ruins of Kilwaughter Castle.  Located in County Antrim, North Ireland about three miles from the end of the rail line in Larne, Kilwaughter is allegedly the starting place (prior to immigration to America) of some of Darla's line.  Specifically, the Gingles family (under various spellings) who are said to have worked there.  It's a matter of family stories being chipped away by realities, in a sense.  It's made its way from the halcyon days of "Our family had a castle." to "Well, they worked at one."  Is what it is.

Kilwaughter Castle, Antrim, Ireland

The castle, incidentally, is not quite so old as it seems.  Kilwaughter's ruin (okay, almost the whole of it) was built by architect John Nash for the Agnew family from 1803 to 1807.  So, not so old.  It was, however, constructed on the site of an older 17th century tower, said to date to 1622 and which was partially incorporated into the new design.  So, it's age is perhaps a matter of how one looks at it.  

Nash, an English architect of the Georgian and Regency eras, had a rather significant role in changing Britain's landscape.  He also had some curious domestic troubles...inexplicable.  First of all, his wife Jane was living beyond their means.  Not the first time in mankind's history.  The Garden of Eden comes to mind.  And ultimately Nash would be driven into bankruptcy; again not the first time that's happened either.  But Jane had certain issues worth mentioning, if only because they seem so fantastical.  Apparently, she faked two pregnancies with Mr. Nash and imposed two "spurious" children upon him as being their own.  Assuming they were doing so, how you could cohabitate and not know is a valid question.  We'll just say it was a different age. 

Kilwaughter Castle room, Antrim, Ireland

Nash sent wife Jane away for reformation, first to Aberavon, Wales to stay with a cousin, Ann Morgan.  Jane then came back to London, continued to live luxuriously and...her affairs led to an illegitimate child with a Mr. Charles Charles.  In a subsequent lawsuit, Charles admitted the child, but alas.  He died in prison unable to pay the damages.  A divorce from Jane upon adultery was finalized in January 1787, after some 12-years of fooling with her.  After that, Nash came into his own as an British architect.         

Kilwaughter Castle room, Antrim, Ireland

Anyhow, Kilwaughter now stands in ruin (since 1951).  It's ignominious fate resulted from the passage of time and various inheritances and marriages to ever more distant relatives.  By the time World War Two broke out, the property was in the hands of an Italian noble family.  Since Italians were (temporarily) enemies, the UK government requisitioned (seized) the property as enemy assets.  Eventually Kilwaughter castle saw the stationing of the US 644th Tank Destroyer Battalion in the build up prior to D-Day.  After the war, Kilwaughter was put at auction.  A scrap dealer won the bid, and set about stripping the property bare--staircases, chandeliers, furniture, windows, paneling...but he did leave the husk which remains in precarious condition. 

Kilwaughter Castle staircase, Antrim, Ireland

Today, the Kilwaughter ruin is privately owned, only recently changing hands.  Unfortunately unlike Scotland's right-to-roam, one cannot simply traipse over fences in Ireland.  Wish it were otherwise, but landowners frown on that we are told.  So, we'll see if we can brush up permission to visit Kilwaughter.  I took some liberty in snipping a few photos from Archiseek.com.  Archiseek, by the by, is dedicated to chronicling "lost" buildings in Antrim.  Here's their site:  https://www.archiseek.com/kilwaughter-castle-co-antrim

Kilwaughter Castle, Antrim, Ireland

 

 

  

 

There's no place like home

2015--Upper Payette Lake

A trip to Scotland is not in the cards this Easter, sadly.  We console ourselves with the classic phrase from The Wizard of Oz. "There's no place like home."  

Our trip to visit our youngest in Arizona over the holidays more or less cemented the deal.  Out of fairness, we are balancing Arizona over the holidays with flying to Dayton next week to visit our oldest.  Or so we say.  Really, it's an excuse to see our nearly six month old granddaughter.    

A last hurrah, because afterwards there's more than enough work left undone around the homestead...what with adding rock (clearing the pasture) into the gabion stone wall, discing up a vegetable garden (which hasn't been used in nearly twenty years), replacing pine seedlings that succumbed to ground squirrels, finishing the greenhouse.  So it goes.  There's no place like home.

Even so, in its own right, we live in an interesting region here.  West of the Clearwater and east of the Snake.  Perhaps we take much for granted, giving short shrift locally.  The grass is always greener so to speak.

Historically, or archeologically, the area of Cottonwood, where we live, is a rather long-inhabited place.  Truth be told, as habitations go, it is easily on the scale of the Mesolithic sites in Scotland (e.g. the Oronsay shell & hazelnut middens which we have yet to visit).  Actually, it is older still--one of the oldest archeological sites in the whole of North America.  It dates to 16,000 years before present...to the Late Upper Paleolithic.  It is the oldest radio-carbon dated record of the human presence in North America. Indeed, the first samples tested were assumed to be in error.  Subsequent radio-carbon dates were coming back consistently as 16,000 years BP.

Charred hazelnuts in Mesolithic midden on Colonsay; source digiscotland

Located within a terrace at the confluence of Rock Creek and the Lower Salmon (only 11 miles south of Cottonwood), the Cooper's Ferry site was found to contain 189 stone artifacts (projectile points, blades, flake tools and bi-faced fragments); plus charcoal and many bone fragments of medium to large-bodied animals.  There was also evidence of a hearth, dug pits and a food processing station, suggesting domestic occupation...some 16,000 years ago.

Thus, Cooper's Ferry contradicts the "Clovis first" occupation theory which had assumed that the Clovis people were the first to migrate into North America.  It turns out they weren't...not by a couple thousand years.  Cooper's Ferry also challenges the theory that an ice-free corridor opened up to North America which then permitted migration.  True, since Cooper's Ferry finds in fact predate the ice-free corridor by two thousand years.

The Cooper's Ferry stone implements (specifically stemmed projectile points) are very similar, if not identical, to those that have been found in northern Japan dating ~21,400 to 16,200 BP (Late Upper Paleolithic).

2015--west view on The W

Following the Cooper's Ferry dig, a fledgling consensus is forming suggesting humans may have arrived in North America by sea, quite possibly from northern Japan, and then breached the continent's interior by traveling up inland rivers.  The first major northwest river on the continent that would be encountered from northern Japan happens to be the Columbia, of which the Snake and Salmon are major tributaries.  It is the "first off ramp" to get south of the ice.

The Cooper's Ferry site has been a decade in the digging by Oregon State University.  It has now wrapped up, with another decade or more in analyzing what has been uncovered thus far.  Traditionally, Cooper's Ferry is an ancient village known to the Nez Perce as Nipéhe.  On former Nez Perce land, now under federal management by BLM, oral tradition has it that Nipéhe was established by a couple after a flood destroyed their previous home.  Or rather, an avalanche did.  A young boy and girl survived to establish Nipéhe, the ancient settlement.  

2012--west view on The W

The tale alludes to the importance (or treacherousness) of snow and ice 16,000 years ago.  With a grain of salt (because a great deal of time separates the people originally involved from the present day), according to Nakia Williamson-Cloud, Nez Perce director of cultural resources, “Our stories already tell us how long we’ve been here.  This only reaffirms that. This is not just something that happened 16,000 years ago. It’s something that is still important to us today.”

As for pining after Scotland and its ancient standing stones and circles, that must wait another year. That said, this proves one need not travel quite so far to see history.  Sometimes it's in our own back yard.  

2019--east view from The W

  

 

Grand Canyon

With a finger or two of single malt (as I am wont to do at this time of year), I often ruminate about time... upon eternity and man's place in it.  For example, Christmastide is, of course, a mixture of pagan winter solstice rituals (dating from time immemorial) jumbled up with the Nativity's Christmas star.  Mortality meets the infinite, as it were.

December 24, 2024--Grand Canyon South Rim

But there is a certain longing, for lack of a better.  "For truly I tell you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it."  Matthew 13:17  Many prophets and righteous people--generations upon generations before the advent of the Christ child--all longing for a heavenly future foretold.  

Or, generations who long to go back, to go back and modify what has passed, to correct sins perhaps.  Discounting the possibility of time travel, the problem is we can't go back.  Time is a river.  Rivers flow downstream.  We are in the moment.  We fish in the stream of time, to borrow from Henry David Thoreau..."It's thin current slides away, but eternity remains."

Speaking of Christmas, it was a slightly different affair this year.  Our youngest daughter and her husband have made their home in Arizona.  Time we visited.  So we did.  Weather was exquisite by north central Idaho's standards (until the day after Christmas at least).  On Christmas Eve day, we were treated to a "bucket list" item.  Our gracious hosts drove us out to see the Grand Canyon.  It was that which prompts my pensive reflection upon time.

December 24, 2024  Grand Canyon South Rim

It is not possible to view the Grand Canyon without at least a bit of awe and wonder at its vastness.  More, the chasm that opens before you exposes an inexpressible age.  The oldest rock at the basement of the Grand Canyon is said to be the Elves Chasm, over 1.84 billion years old (Ga), only a small part of which is exposed.  Being intrusive igneous rock, the Elves Chasm is plutonic; meaning, its shape, extent and in some cases composition are in doubt.  Further, "intrusive" is the operable word.  For it stands to reason the Elves Chasm intruded into even older rock which has yet to be identified. 

Elves Chasm aside, the canyon's basement of crystalline rocks is comprised of what are informally called the Vishnu Basement Rocks.  Nominally, these rocks span some 1.8 to 1.75 Ga.  The Colorado River's Grand Canyon exposure profile slices through it all, all the way down to this Precambrian rock.  It has exposed the earliest geological period in Earth's history.

December 24, 2024  Elves Chasm Gneiss example

The Precambrian spans the formation of the planet (about 4.5 billion years ago, give or take) to the beginning of the Cambrian Period (about 542 million years ago (Ma)).  During the Precambrian the continents formed and, more importantly, the atmosphere developed into an oxygen-based one.  (Prior to the Precambrian, the atmosphere was one of methane, and quite toxic to most life as we know it.) 

Early life did begin to evolve.  While the earliest bacteria micro-fossils are found to occur at 3.5 Ga (Archaean Eon) about a billion years after the planet formed, it was during the late Precambrian (Paleoproterozoic Eon) that eukaryotes (animals, plants, fungi, seaweed, and unicellular organisms) began to develop as methane gave way to oxygen.  The earliest animal fossils are found at the Precambrian/Cambrian interface, roughly around 542 Ma, when the various species of life began to explode in complexity.  

December 24, 2024 Grand Canyon

Again, the Grand Canyon is indescribable in age.  But I should say the rock strata in it are of indescribable age.  As opposed to the upper layers of rocks (the youngest being about 300 million years old), the age of the Grand Canyon itself is much more recent--dating to about six million years ago.  Under continuous hydraulic force to this day, the Colorado River has cut its course ever downward.  Given time (which humanity likely does not have), it may yet expose even more. 

Looking into the chasm of the Grand Canyon was quite a treat.  It has given me something to think about...the ultimate insignificance of mankind.  Transient and temporary.  Hubris saturated.  Chauvinistic both in time and self-assumed importance.

As for creationism, the origin of life is debatable.  ^"And God said, “Let the water under the sky be gathered to one place, and let dry ground appear.” And it was so. God called the dry ground “land,” and the gathered waters he called “seas”. And God saw that it was good," according to Genesis 1:9-13. 

"Then God said, “Let the land produce vegetation: seed-bearing plants and trees on the land that bear fruit with seed in it, according to their various kinds.  And it was so.  The land produced vegetation: plants bearing seed according to their kinds and trees bearing fruit with seed in it according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.  And there was evening, and there was morning—the third day."   

The crux of the matter turns on the length of a day in God time, I suppose.  What is beyond debate is that the Colorado and its tributaries have exposed nearly two billion years of strata, layer upon layer.  A truly remarkable view. 

December 24, 2024  Grand Canyon pinyon

December 24, 2024

I should interject that recently, based on South Australia finds, the earliest animal fossil to date (~555 Ma) is Quaestio simpsonorum, possibly one of the earliest animals known that was capable of movement.  Not that it matters whether we push the Precambrian/Cambrian interface 13 million years one way or the other.  Even showing up in the fossil record as early as 555 Ma, animal life is still a relative newcomer.  Further, research into the last universal common ancestor (LUCA) is emerging to suggest that life can be dated (in models) to about 4.2 Ga--a relatively young age when Earth was still in the process of forming. 

I leave the "Why here of all places?  Why now?" to others to solve.  I am satisfied to call it "the intricate and intelligent design" of life, and leave it at that.  Though doubtless, with a good single malt and a little time on my hands, I am certain the mysteries of the universe will unfold, if not page by page then layer by layer perhaps.