Solon Bowden

One of the #Sticklepath Finch foundry workers was Solon Bowden (1857-1933).

Born in Belstone Parish, like his parents and sisters, we find the little family in the 1861 census living at Tongue End Smithy. Father John Bowden was a blacksmith, then aged 42 and mother Elizabeth (formerly Ellis) was 43. Harriett was 6 years old, Solon 3, and baby Lydia just 10 months.

Solon Bowden

Aged 3, the family likely thought Solon was a late talker. No mention of any problem is shown in the disability column. However, by 1871, Solon was described as ‘deaf and dumb’. This was not a derogatory term, as it is today, but simply says the child could not speak due to deafness. Access to speech therapists, hearing aids and other help would have been limited, especially in rural areas. For many, access to education would be difficult, and life’s opportunities severely curtailed. Not only getting a job but the pay may have been reduced. An example of an advertisement in the jobs wanted column of The Leicester Journal Friday 06 October 1882:

‘A Blacksmith, a handy man and good shoer. Being deaf, would take low wages.”

Solon however, was lucky. By the age of 13 the 1871 census tells us he was at the West of England Institution for the Deaf and Dumb in St Leonards, Exeter, over 20 miles from home.  I wonder when he started there. Might he have been there in 1866 when a cholera epidemic hit Exeter. A very worrying time for his parents if so. They had already lost their eldest child, Harriett, at the age of 8 in 1862. Fortunately none of the children at the Institution caught cholera. (Information from South West Heritage Trust shared by Stuart Windsor in a talk for DevonFHS 2021). More surprising, as we scan the next page of the census, we find that his sister Lydia, was also there.  This is strongly suggestive the cause of their deafness was hereditary. It seems highly likely that the Bowden children were funded by the poor law authorities.

The school principal, William R Scott, was 60 y old and he had 3 teachers assisting him (living in) aged 19 – 20.  There was also a work mistress, an upper housemaid domestic, an under housemaid, a cook and a laundress all living in. The adjacent lodge housed a gardener and his family.  There were 65 pupils, boys and girls, aged 8-16y.  Of most interest is the list of causes for deafness –  48 were born deaf and dumb, including Solon and Lydia.  6 were caused by scarlet fever, another 5 by unspecified fever, 2 by measles, 1 by convulsions, 1 by throat disease, 1 from ulcers in the ear, and 1 by a fright in early life. (This paragraph was entirely sourced from the 1871 census accessed via Ancestry. One day I hope to investigate the school records and Belstone Parish records further.)

Childrenshomes.org.uk tells us: “As well as learning communication skills, the pupils were given ‘industrial training’ to enable them to find employment in later life. For the boys, this included instruction in trades such as printing, tailoring, cabinet making, wood engraving and shoemaking, while the girls were taught sewing, dress-making and other domestic skills.

On 21 October 1863, The Institution was authorised to operate as a Certified School, allowing it to receive children boarded out from workhouses by the Poor Law authorities. It maintained this status until 27 September 1909.” (Just in time for Solon to be funded).

Solon was certainly a hard worker and bright intellectually. This photo shows him, and another foundry worker in about 1914 bringing in the harvest at Coombe Head Farm, and later census information suggests he worked at the Foundry in Sticklepath but also helped his father at home in the smithy at Tongue End in any spare time. He married in 1906, a young lady called Hetty Brock I believe. She was working away in 1911, so I hope to glean more from the 1921 census.

Alf Rowe and Solon Bowden helping the Ching twins with the harvest 1914

Deafness was very isolating unless family and employers supported you. Potentially dangerous too, if people couldn’t attract your attention to avoid accidents. I have mentioned before the very smoky, smelly, dirty presence of the Foundry, dominating the heart of Sticklepath, right up to the roadside. Perhaps for Solon the very noisy foundry environment actually meant others could hear almost as little as he could and basic hand signals would often be used between the workers. He would have sensed the waterwheels and tilt hammers working. You can still experience demonstrations today and feel the vibrations deep in your chest as the water-powered tilt hammers thud to shape red hot metal at Sticklepath’s National Trust Finch Foundry.  

Finch Foundry Sticklepath on right side. Perhaps 1910-20

Bob Barron tells the story recounted by a visitor to the Foundry in the 1970s who recalled an event 40-50 years earlier, which must surely be about Solon:

“about 1925 he was on his way to Cornwall on his motorcycle when the drive chain broke. There were few garages in those days and he called at the Foundry hoping to get help. He said that a deaf and dumb blacksmith made a new link for the chain and sent him on his way. This was work that would tax the skill of a watchmaker, let alone a blacksmith.” (The Finch Foundry Trust and Sticklepath Museum of Rural Industry by R.A.Barron). See photo of Bob at work

Disability results from the interaction between individuals with a health condition and their environment. For example a person with deafness, perhaps also mental health issues arising, as well as personal and environmental factors including negative attitudes, lack of accessible education and other opportunities, with limited social and financial support can really struggle with that disability. Short sightedness, for example, without suitable glasses potentially becomes a big disability affecting ability to read, limiting job applications, types of work, and lots of other consequences. Given the right support it is not a disability. In his #OnePlaceEnvironment, Solon it seems was not greatly limited by his potential disability.


Devon Potato Chopper – for Hash Browns? #52ancestors week 5 The Kitchen #Oneplacejoys #Finchfoundry

Rebecca Finch 1824-1891

Most of us are familiar with Hash Browns – American fried patties usually served these days with ‘Full English’ ‘Full Welsh’ and probably many other breakfasts. The name and popularity in England probably dates to the 1970s, I don’t think I came across them until the 1980s. However, “hashed brown potatoes” were mentioned by food author Maria Parloa in 1888, which led to popularity in New York hotels during the 1890s. Minnesota Farmers’ Institute Annual of 1835 may be the first time a hash brown recipe was printed. Surely similar recipes were in daily use across the world as soon as potatoes, fat and a heat source were available, even if the name was not used.

My Finch family relatives were tool makers and when my Great Great Grandmother drew the tools for their brochure, a Devon potato chopper was there at number 5. I wonder how long it took to draw them all so accurately?

Rebecca Finch (1824-1891)

This implement is usually used with cold (left over) cooked potatoes. They are chopped in a large cast iron frying pan as they are heated up. Lashings of fat – bacon fat or lard saved from the Sunday roast – gives them flavour and makes them very satisfying. There is something of a ceremony about it. The delicious smells wafting throughout the house and the sound of the metal chopper on the metal frying pan. In my childhood ours had an extra ringing sound as the circle of metal securing the handle onto the tool was loose. At the sound expectations started to rise, the anticipation all part of the process.

Once the potatoes are chopped to the cooks satisfaction, retaining some texture, the resulting ‘mash’ is gathered into the centre of the pan. A cold plate is pressed (upside down) onto the mound. Said plate was carefully selected – it had to fit in the pan and have sufficient depth to accommodate this potato mound more or less exactly. No not the best china! Preferably a Pyrex one. Too small and potato went over the side. Too big and the potato would not fill the plate and go brown.

Timing was critical, aiming for a slightly crisp nicely browned surface. As a rule of thumb, once the plate was too hot to touch in the centre, the feast was usually ready. Now the difficult task of turning the frying pan over whilst holding or catching the burning hot plate full of potato. A certain degree of strength is required to do this with a large cast iron frying pan (suitable for an Aga hotplate). Perhaps that is why, in the 1960s, my Dad was always the one to make this. I wonder who did it in Rebecca’s time?

Finally the treasure was brought to the table and divided out. Joy! Certainly a yummy treat to enjoy.

Note – if anyone has a spare chopper, please do give it to the Finch Foundry (National Trust) Sticklepath for their display.

https://www.nationaltrust.org.uk/finch-foundry