St. Mary's Church - Beverley

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Music Break - with - Geordie's Choice

Music Break - with - Geordie's Choice

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Lushington Road

In 1877 Lewis Carroll Spent his Summer holidays in Eastbourne and returned every Summer until his death. He would often stay in number 7 Lushington Road.

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Croft Rectory

In 1843 The family moved to Croft-on-Tees, near Richmond, North Yorkshire.

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Christ Church

I am no expert but I guess it must be gargoyleless.


How he missed Lampy is beyond me

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I can just see him getting annoyed as the little puppy is distracted by the need to take a pee

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The Cheshire Cat

The Alter Cat in Croft, North Yorshire, is said by some to be where Lewise Carroll got the idea from for the Cheshire Cat. I wonder if he ever thought of calling it Peter.

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Christ Church - Oxford

Lewis Carroll's was employed as a lecturer of mathematics in Christ Church for 29 years from 1855.

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The Mad Hatter - Winchcombe

It is believed that the idea for the Mad Hatter came from the Hatter gargoyle, on a hight without flight but by the looks fright, especially if seen at night from the grounds of St Peters church in Winchcombe.

In Lewis Carroll's day apparently there were a number of Hatters in the area, mercury was used in the production of hats, which in time would leave the older hatters a little light headed.

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Cut Copy Paste - Fake Job №1

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Cut Copy Paste - Fake Job №2

Without any real evidence of, how you would put it, there are people ready to be judge and jury.

Their evidence includes fake photographs, that can be found easily on the Internet, which many consider to be genuine.

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Music Break - with - Geordie's Choice

Music Break - with - Geordie's Choice

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Time For A Sing Along

She stepped into the hall of mirrors
Where she discovered a reflection of herself
Sometimes she saw her real face
And sometimes a stranger at her place

Even the greatest stars discover themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars find their face in the looking glass

She fell in love with the image of herself
And suddenly the picture was distorted

Even the greatest stars dislike themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars dislike themselves
in the looking glass

She made up the person she wanted to be
And changed into a new personality
The artist is living in the mirror
With the echoes of himself

Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars fix their face in the looking glass

Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars live their lives in the looking glass
Even the greatest stars
Even the greatest stars

You're in the looking glass
You're in the looking glass

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Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's Family

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Archdeacon Charles Dodgson Snr 1800-1868 Married 1827

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Mother:


Frances Jane Lutwidge 1804-1851


Brothers & Sisters:

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Frances (Fanny) Jane 1828-1903

Elizabeth Lucy, 1830-1916

Caroline Hume 1833-1904

Mary Charlotte 1835-1911 - married to the Rev Charles Collingwood 1869

Skeffington Hume 1836-1919 - married Isabel Mary Cooper 1880

Wilfred Longley 1838-1914 - married Alice Jane Donkin 1871

Louisa Fletcher 1840-1930

Margaret Anne Ashley 1841-1915

Henrietta Harington 1843-1922

Edwin Heron 1846-1918

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The Missing Diaries

Four volumes of diaries by Charles Dodgson are missing and presumed to have been destroyed, read "Who Mutilated Lewis Carroll's Diaries?" by Karoline Leach.

Sadly if you click on the link you will find that now even that has gone missing.

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Did Lewis Carroll meet Clarkson Stanfield?

An old painting of how the river in Sunderland would have looked when Lewis Carroll came to visit the area.

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People have previously speculated on hypothetical meetings between Lewis Carroll and Charles Dickens but it now seems that in fact they are likely to have met.

It has recently been found that among thousands of articles, short stories and poems, printed anonymously in a literary magazine edited by Charles Dickens, that there was work included by Lewis Carroll.

The question that comes to my mind is, did Lewis Carroll ever meet Clarkson Stanfield?

Charles Dickens and Clarkson Stanfield were very good friends, Stanfield made illustrations for a number of books by Charles Dickens and the first edition of "Little Dorrit" includes a dedication to Stanfield.

There is also a book titled, "The story of a great friendship: Charles Dickens and Clarkson Stanfield."

With Lewis Carroll's links to Sunderland and Clarkson Stanfield having been born in Sunderland it is an hypothetical meeting that might have also taken place.

For more information on Clarkson Stanfield, with links to where all of the above mentioned books can be downloaded please follow the link.

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All Saints' Church, Daresbury

All Saints' Church Tower

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Stained Glass Windows from All Saints' Church, Daresbury

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Lewis Carroll was born in All Saints' Vicarage in 1832, his father was the minister.

The gavestone of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson

Image from Chapter IX - Page 350 of The Life and Letters of Lewis Carroll

First Edition 1898

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Lewis Carroll passed away on 14 January 1898

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On January 5th my father, the Rev. C.S. Collingwood, Rector of Southwick, near Sunderland, died after a very short illness. The telegram which brought Mr. Dodgson the news of this contained the request that he would come at once. He determined to travel north the next day—but it was not to be so. An attack of influenza, which began only with slight hoarseness, yet enough to prevent him from following his usual habit of reading family prayers, was pronounced next morning to be sufficiently serious to forbid his undertaking a journey. At first his illness seemed a trifle, but before a week had passed bronchial symptoms had developed, and Dr. Gabb, the family physician, ordered him to keep his bed. His breathing rapidly became hard and laborious, and he had to be propped up with pillows. A few days before his death he asked one of his sisters to read him that well-known hymn, every verse of which ends with 'Thy Will be done.' To another he said that his illness was a great trial of his patience. How great a trial it must have been it is hard for us to understand. With the work he had set himself still uncompleted, with a sense of youth and joyousness, which sixty years of the battle of life had in no way dulled, Lewis Carroll had to face death. He seemed to know that the struggle was over. "Take away those pillows," he said on the 13th, "I shall need them no more." The end came about half-past two on the afternoon of the 14th. One of his sisters was in the room at the time, and she only noticed that the hard breathing suddenly ceased. The nurse, whom she summoned, at first hoped that this was a sign that he had taken a turn for the better. And so, indeed, he had—he had passed from a world of incompleteness and disappointment, to another where God is putting his beautiful soul to nobler and grander work than was possible for him here, where he is learning to comprehend those difficulties which used to puzzle him so much, and where that infinite Love, which he mirrored so wonderfully in his own life, is being revealed to him "face to face."

In accordance with his expressed wish, the funeral was simple in the extreme—flowers, and flowers only, adorned the plain coffin. There was no hearse to drag it up the steep incline that leads to the beautiful cemetery where he lies. The service was taken by Dean Paget and Canon Grant, Rector of Holy Trinity and S. Mary's, Guildford. The mourners who followed him in the quiet procession were few—but the mourners who were not there, and many of whom had never seen him—who shall tell their number?

After the grave had been filled up, the wreaths which had covered the coffin were placed upon it. Many were from "child-friends" and bore such inscriptions as "From two of his child-friends"—"To the sweetest soul that ever looked with human eyes," &c. Then the mourners left him alone there—up on the pleasant downs where he had so often walked.

A marble cross, under the shadow of a pine, marks the spot, and beneath his own name they have engraved the name of "Lewis Carroll," that the children who pass by may remember their friend, who is now—himself a child in all that makes childhood most attractive—in that "Wonderland" which outstrips all our dreams and hopes.

I cannot forbear quoting from Professor Sanday's sermon at Christ Church on the Sunday after his death:—

The world will think of Lewis Carroll as one who opened out a new vein in literature, a new and a delightful vein, which added at once mirth and refinement to life.... May we not say that from our courts at Christ Church there has flowed into the literature of our time a rill, bright and sparkling, health-giving and purifying, wherever its waters extend?

On the following Sunday Dean Paget, in the course of a sermon on the "Virtue of Simplicity," said:—
We may differ, according to our difference of taste or temperament, in appraising Charles Dodgson's genius; but that that great gift was his, that his best work ranks with the very best of its kind, this has been owned with a recognition too wide and spontaneous to leave room for doubt. The brilliant, venturesome imagination, defying forecast with ever-fresh surprise; the sense of humour in its finest and most naïve form; the power to touch with lightest hand the undercurrent of pathos in the midst of fun; the audacity of creative fancy, and the delicacy of insight—these are rare gifts; and surely they were his. Yes, but it was his simplicity of mind and heart that raised them all, not only in his work but in his life, in all his ways, in the man as we knew him, to something higher than any mere enumeration of them tells: that almost curious simplicity, at times, that real and touching child-likeness that marked him in all fields of thought, appearing in his love of children and in their love of him, in his dread of giving pain to any living creature, in a certain disproportion, now and then, of the view he took of things—yes, and also in that deepest life, where the pure in heart and those who become as little children see the very truth and walk in the fear and love of God.

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From page 345 to 351 of "The life and letters of Lewis Carroll."

By Stuart Dodgson, Collingwood, Carroll's nephew.

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Note:

Southwick is a former village and now a suburb on the north bank of the River Wear in the city of Sunderland, in the county of Tyne and Wear, which was once County Durham.

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Though the name Sunderland can be found in the book it cannot be found by the search in Internet Archive.

The search (Ctrl + F) in Project Gutenberg works.

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Stay Calm
Carroll Singing in Sunderland

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