© webdesign - chaddesley-corbett
Made with Xara Chaddesley Corbett Worcestershire, U.K.
Welcome to this rural village set in the beautiful countryside of north Worcestershire

Early Background

The village of Chaddesley Corbett is an ancient settlement with a prehistoric buriel mound and traces of a Roman road. Originally known as Chaddesley the name is thought to mean "Ceadda's clearing in the wood" and is first mentioned in a Saxon Charter of 816 when the land was given to the Bishop of Worcester in return for hospitality to the King of Mercia and his men. It is mentioned in the Domesday Book as belonging to a Saxon Noblewoman - and had two priests,  several corn mills, a population as large as Kidderminster and two saltpans in Droitwich for it's own use. After the Norman Conquest the Manor of Chaddesley was owned by the Corbett family who added their name to it’s title.  Later, church lands passed to the Earldom of Warwick and, eventually, to the Throckmortons of Coughton Court.

Contemporary History

Chaddesley woods in Chaddesley Corbett became a Nature Reserve in 1973 through the generosity of Mr. John Cadbury. The reserve consists of 53 hectares of native oak woodland and 47 hectares of recent plantations of  young hardwoods and softwoods - which were added to show how wild life conservation can be intergrated with modern commercial management. A "Jubilee Walk" was introduced in 1977 to mark the 25th anniversary of the Queen's accession to the throne.  The walk is marked by yellow arrows - which indicate public rights of way - and by white arrows which indicate courtesy paths.   There are Voluntary Wardens for the woods and the area is managed by the Nature Conservancy Council. The Woods are a special feature of the area and attract many visitors all through the year. Car parking only by the roadside. Guard against thefts.

Life in Chaddesley Corbett 100 years ago

DECEMBER 1917

December    1st    Charlie    Mann    has    recently    joined    the Navy    and    came    home    for    short    leave    last    weekend. Unfortunately    he    got    his    hand    in    the    chaff    machine while   assisting   with   the   farm   work   on   Sunday   morning, and   has   lost   a   part   of   one   of   his   fingers   of   his   right hand.   After   Dr.   Dennis   Fitch   had   rendered   first   aid   he was   taken   to   Kidderminster   Infirmary,   and   is   now   at   the Military Hospital near Stourbridge. I    am    glad    to    hear    that    Mr.    and    Mrs.    Arthur    Pardoe escaped    so    lightly    from    their    awkward    trap    accident. They   were   driving   a   young   horse,   and   in   Tandy’s   lane   it was   startled;   the   rein   broke   and   the   animal   was   soon unmanageable.   The   vehicle   was   badly   knocked   about, but   the   occupants   fortunately   escaped   serious   injury. It   is   welcome   news   to   hear   that   there   are   no   restrictions on     cottagers     killing     their     pigs     for     their     own     use. Whoever   started   tales   otherwise   is   running   a   big   risk   if discovered. December    8th    During    the    past    month    Miss    Agnes Meredith   has   received   two   hundred   and   eighteen   eggs and   7s.   in   cash   for   the   wounded   soldiers.   She   has   also received     a     highly     complimentary     letter     from     the Bromsgrove   depot,   which   receives   the   eggs.   Out   of   over fifty    thousand    depots    the    Bromsgrove    depot    is    only seventeen   from   top   place.   As   the   chief   remarks,   “it   is   a splendid   testimony   to   the   way   all   our   collectors   have worked.”   It   is   quite   a   pleasure   to   hear   the   church   bells once   more.   The   short   touch   on   Sunday   may   not   have been   much   as   regards   style,   but   it   at   least   assured   us that    our    lovely    peal    is    not    yet    boiled    down    to    make munitions. David   Pardoe   has   so   far   recovered   from   his   wounds   as to   pay   us   another   visit.   Considering   the   ordeal   he   has passed   though   one   can   only   marvel   at   his   irrepressible good   spirits.   He   simply   bubbles   with   jollity   and   makes light of all his misfortunes. Sergeant    Irving    Payne    has    paid    us    a    short    visit.    The open-air   life   seems   to   suit   him.   Mr.   Fred   Hulme   is   also home on short leave, and looks remarkably well. I   hear   that   one   of   our   soldier   lads   arriving   home   late, was   unaware   that   the   restricted   lighting   order   caused the   home   to   be   in   darkness.   Therefore,   not   to   disturb his   father’s   rest   at   such   ungodly   hour,   he   wandered   the cold   roads   till   five   a.m.,   then   softly   opening   the   door   he found   Pa   (with   a   good   fire)   who   had   been   sitting   up   all night   awaiting   him,   and   the   lad   says,   “before   I’ll   do   it again I’ll see him Mayor of Hereford first.” December   15th   Probably   many   Kidderminster   readers of   the   Shuttle   would   remember   our   Jack   Minett,   who   till recently   was   a   goods   porter   on   the   deck   at   the   railway station.   He   joined   the   army   last   summer   and   was   sent to   the   Front   in   October.   In   almost   his   first   battle   poor Jack   was   killed,   and   when   the   news   reached   the   Village on    Sunday    morning,    it    plunged    the    whole    place    into mourning.   There   are   relatives   or   close   friends   of   Jack   in nearly    every    group    of    cottages    in    the    village,    and consequently    the    sorrow    was    the    more    widespread. Much   sympathy   is   expressed   with   the   sorrowing   parents and    relatives.    He    was    the    only    son    of    a    fairly    large family;   a   popular   companion,   and   a   faithful   friend.   The Vicar   made   a   touching   reference   to   this   sad   occurrence at   the   Sunday   evening   service   and   the   Dead   March   was played    while    the    congregation    remained    standing    in silent respect for the departed one. Ernest    Matthews    came    over    on    leave    this    week,    and paid   his   mother   an   unexpected   call   at   midnight.   He   was just   as   welcome   as   if   it   has   been   midday.   Judging   from appearance the army life suits Ernest. Sergeant   Major   Ben   Willis,   youngest   son   of   the   late   H.R. Willis,   gave   me   a   call   this   week.   He   has   been   spending   a few   days   leave   with   his   sister,   Mrs   Dennis   Fitch.   He   has put   in   over   18   years’   service   with   the   army,   and   has   the honour       of       being       one       of       General       French’s “contemptibles”.   He   seems   to   bare   a   charm   to   life,   for his   many   ribbons,   medals,   etc.,   testify   to   his   fearless courage   in   many   a   tight   corner.   May   his   good   luck   long continue. After    many    months    of    silence,    a    communication    was John     Dickinson     has     crept     through,     his     father     has received   a   postcard   stating   that   he   was   quite   well   –   it   is dated     August     18th.     Some     friends     in     London     also received   a   card   from   him   by   the   same   mail,   but   that   one is   dated   June.   John   has   been   a   prisoner   in   the   hands   of the    Turks    since    that    fatal    Easter    Sunday    when    the Worcester Yeomanry were cut up in Katia. December    22nd    On    Sunday    evening    a    short    service preceded    the    evening    service    in    order    to    dedicate    a brass   tablet   which   has   been   placed   in   the   church   to   the memory   of   Cyril   Frederick   Dennis   Fitch.   The   tablet   is affixed   to   the   East   wall   of   the   nave,   and   the   inscription   is as    follows:-    “In    dear    and    honoured    memory    of    Cyril Frederick   Dennis   Fitch:   Queen’s   Westminster   Rifles.   The dearly   loved   and   loving   eldest   son   of   Charles   Dennis and   Beatrice   Mary   Fitch,   who   was   killed   in   action   on   the Somme,   Sunday,   Sept.   10,   1916.   Aged   18.   His   life   for   his country. His soul for God.” The   ringers   rang   their   annual   muffled   peal   on   Monday, in   accordance   with   the   terms   of   the   bequest   of   the   late John   Giles,   J   P.,   of   Bradford   House.   There   was,   as   usual   a number   of   gloomy   rumours   set   afloat   by   people   who   do not    study    the    local    history    of    their    parish;    and    fully twenty-four    hours    had    passed    before    everybody    was satisfied that no terrible untoward event had happened.
My   Special   War   Correspondent   (I   have   Lofty   legal authority    for    thus    dubbing    him)    informs    me    that this   week’s   correspondence   includes   safe-and-well news     of     Wilfrid     Perrins,     George     Watkins,     Fred Millard,   Bill   Raybould,   Bill   Pain,   Arthur   Hemming   and Reg   Hemming.   Bill   Pain   and   Arthur   Hemming   have bumped   against   each   other   in   France   with   the   usual results.   Bill   said   “Tail!”   and   it   was   so.   Reg   Hemming has seen some awful sights as a gunner in a tank. George    Watkins    writes    cheerfully,    but    feels    the strain of three years’ strenuous work. December   29th   Christmas   has   passed   rather   quietly with    us    and    yet    there    seemed    plenty    of    people about,   anxious   to   keep   smiling   and   find   beer   if   they could.    The    church    services    were    attended    rather better   than   usual.   As   the   Premier’s   wife   was   mixed up   in   that   naughty   gamble   over   the   war   bonds   it   is no   longer   necessary   for   us   to   hide   the   news   that about    sixty    or    seventy    of    our    most    exemplary parishioners    tested    fate    at    the    same    wheel;    and “met   the   fate   such   conduct   richly   deserves.”   That’s Aunt    Tabitha’s    verdict,    but    I    fear    we    may    yet    fall again   should   occasion   serve,   if   only   to   extract   half   as much fun out of it as this little diversion provide.
© webdesign @ chaddesley corbett
Chaddesley Corbett Worcestershire U.K.
Welcome to this historic village set in the beautiful countryside of north Worcestershire

Life in Chaddesley Corbett 100 years ago

SEPTEMBER 1917

September   1st   Our   soldier   visitor   this   week   was   an   Anzac   David   Pardoe. He   emigrated   from   Chaddesley   some   years   ago   to   Australia,   but   answered his   country’s   call   at   the   first   opportunity.   He   took   part   in   that   wonderful Anzac   landing   at   Gallipoli,   and   since   the   evacuation   of   the   peninsular   he has   fought   in   Flanders   continuously.   He   has   been   proverbially   lucky,   and escaped    without    any    hurt    more    than    a    few    superficial    scratches.    As    a raconteur   of   war   stories   he   is   one   of   the   best   I   have   struck   so   far,   and   his lively    spirits    are    a    joy    to    anyone    in    his    vicinity.    Here’s    a    fragment    of conversation between a cockney soldier and a Midlander in the trenches: “Have you any lices?” “Don’t be nasty.” “I don’t mean lousy lices , I mean shoe lices.” September   8th   The   Government   have   declared   that   horse   chestnuts   are   a suitable   substitute   for   wheat   in   certain   manufacturing   processes   and   the children   have   been   requested   to   assist   in   harvesting   this   year’s   crop   of “Obbley   Onkers.”   Owners   of   chestnut   trees   are   requested   to   allow   children to   gather   the   nuts   after   they   have   fallen.   The   crop   will   be   stored   at   the schools until removed by the Government. The   school   girls   wish   to   make   some   woollen   articles   for   the   soldiers.   It must   be   done   at   once   if   to   be   of   any   utility   this   winter.   Will   some   kind friends give some wool? This   has   been   a   black   week   as   regards   accidents.   It   began   with   a   serious cycle   accident   to   Mrs   Tom   Griffin ,   of   Drayton   Grove.   Her   brakes   failed   on Drayton   Hill   and   she   endeavoured   to   save   herself   by   turning   into   Drayton House   drive.   The   task   was   impossible   and   the   inevitable   crash   left   her   with bad    cuts    about    the    head    and    considerable    bruises.    The    next    day    Mr Edward   Field ’s   horse,   whilst   grazing,   slipped   over   the   embankment,   and received such injuries that it had to be destroyed. September   15th   There   is   a   champion   humorist   somewhere   in   the   Sugar Office;   otherwise   what   method   of   reasoning   did   the   authorities   decide   that we   must   go   to   Stourport   for   our   jam   sugar?   Our   spirits   rose   when   the Sugar   Allotment   letters   arrived.   Mine   fell   rapidly   when   I   saw   10   instead   of 40   as   requested   and   when   I   meditate   that   a   trip   to   Stourport   for   that   10lbs of   sugar   will   cost   me   1s   8p   and   half   a   day   off   work,   I   doubt   if   the   prize   will be worth the expense. -In   a   lovely   sheltered   and   secluded   spot   on   the   western   slopes   of   the Malvern    Hills    is    the    Open    Air    School,    now    rapidly    emerging    from    the experimental   stage.   Last   Saturday   was   visiting   day,   and   as   the   present   roll of   scholars   includes   a   little   Chaddesleyite   ( Hilda   Smith ,   from   New   House), I   am   indebted   to   her   relatives   for   these   few   notes.   By   a   system   of   cleverly contrived   bungalows,   the   children   live   entirely   in   the   open   air   and   at   the same   time   are   perfectly   sheltered   from   the   wet   or   driving   winds.   Large classes   are   taboo   -   individuality   is   the   first   aim.   The   best   medical   advice   is provided;   but   what   strikes   the   visitor   most,   is   the   wonderful   happiness   and delightful “esprit de corps” among the children. Sept ember   22nd   Sapper   John   Healey    of   the   Royal   Engineers,   paid   paid   a flying   visit   to   Chaddesley   on   Wednesday   evening.   On   Thursday   morning   he was   married   to   Miss   E   Howley   at   the   Parish   Church,   the   ceremony   being performed   by   the   Rev   F   A   Applewhaite,   vicar.   Mr   W   Jones,   uncle   of   the bride,   officiated   as   best   man.   Unfortunately   military   duties   compelled   him to leave again for hiS depot almost immediately. September 29th My letter bag from war regions contains good news of Bill Pain, Steve Williams, David Pardoe, Fred Millward and Sergeant Bill Green, who is anxious to trot out Salonika as a pleasure resort!
Contemporary History A "Jubilee Walk" was introduced in 1977 to mark the 25th anniversary of the Queen's accession to the throne.  The walk is marked by yellow arrows - which indicate public rights of way - and by white arrows which indicate courtesy paths.   There are Voluntary Wardens for the woods and the area is managed by the Nature Conservancy Council. The Woods are a special feature of the area and attract many visitors all through the year. Car parking only by the roadside. Guard against thefts.