As regular readers of this blog will know, I am fascinated by history, and in particular ordinary people and how they lived their lives in the past. I am especially drawn to explore and respond to objects and artefacts – the more domestic the better. My friend Gina also knows this, and she told me the story of her clock. I’m grateful to her for allowing me to write it up and share it with you.
Gina has a clock. It’s a longcase clock, the kind that is usually called a Grandfather clock. Nothing very unusual about that, you might think, except that the mechanism (and probably the case) of this particular clock is 200 years old – and for most if not all of that time it has belonged to generations of Gina’s family.
The family story, Gina tells me, is that they have owned it from when it was first made by John Wreghit of Patrington, Yorkshire. I have done some research, and have found that John Wreghit (sometimes Wreghitt) was born around 1769 and died in 1845. He is buried in the churchyard of St Patrick’s Church, Patrington. He was apprenticed to Edward Hardy, clock and watchmaker of Kingston upon Hull, in December 1785, and in due course he himself took on an apprentice, John Potchit, in March 1801. An apprenticeship lasted 7 years. John Wreghit is listed as a watch and clock maker in trade directories between 1801 and 1841. In 1798 he married Ann Hopper. It seems their son James followed his father into the clockmaking trade, before dying in 1831 at the young age of 29. John and Ann had a number of children, not all of whom survived into adulthood – they reputedly had 9 daughters, one of whom, Margaret, married a John Rank. Margaret and John Rank’s grandson was Joseph Rank, who founded one of the largest flour milling and bakery companies in the UK in the 19th and 20th centuries, and which survived as part of Rank Hovis McDougall until 2007. Joseph Rank was a significant philanthropist, and was father to the even more famous J Arthur Rank.
The early years of the clock’s life are not recorded, but it is known to have been in Gina’s family by the beginning of the 20th century. Gina remembers the clock “when I was knee high”, when it was owned by her Great Aunt Ada (her grandmother’s sister) and Great Uncle Albert. “He was an ancient and very grumpy old man in a chair when I knew him – he must have been in his eighties when I was tiny. They lived in a prestigious street in Hull.”
Ada and Albert’s wedding photograph has been handed down to Gina, and she now has it framed and displayed next to the clock. The clock itself has been recently restored, and now ticks and chimes at the heart of Gina’s home.
Gina often thinks of what the clock has witnessed in the past two centuries. It has marked births, and deaths. Family members will have checked the time in trepidation, and in hope, as it measured the significant events and everyday rhythms of their lives. Time will have seemed to crawl on dull days, or before some eagerly-awaited event, or flown by during family celebrations. The clock will have made sure that children got to school, and grown-ups to work, on time. The chimes will have counted down the hours during sleepless nights, and chivvied the tardy along by day. The clock will have been the beating heart of a succession of family homes.
And now, each tick and chime connects Gina with the people, her kin, who stand behind her through those past two centuries. I wonder if John Wreghit, as he crafted its mechanism in the days before Queen Victoria, could ever have imagined the significance and legacy his craftsmanship would have.