Thursday, 11 February 2016

Week Six - Love

There has been a plethora of books written about love and the many stages it evolves through.  The beginning stage – does he, doesn’t he love me – will she, won’t she say yes?  And how many times have you read the story where she or he dies and a short time later the spouse follows.  A perfect example of this is one of my favorites, “The Notebook”. 

I have often wondered if our ancestors felt the euphoria bliss of a budding love.  Was it acceptable in that time to be that fanciful or was that a luxury only felt by the upper class?

So it was a bit of a surprise one day when I found this very, very sad love story in the old newspapers.

Samuel Palin was born in 1882 in Bechton, Cheshire to William Palin and Jane Beddel.  His mother died when he was just six years old and his father remarried to Amelia Robinson when he was 9 years old.  Samuel was number 5 of 10 children born.

Even though his father was a boatman and went up and down the canals, at the time of Samuel’s birth his mother and four older sibling were living in a cabin by Thurlwood Lock.  Perhaps it was because his mother had died that his father had given up being a boatman and in the 1891 census we find William with his children living in a house in Bechton and his occupation was chemical labourer.

In the 1901 census we find Samuel working with the horses on Mr. Thorley’s farm in Alsager and his younger brother Arthur was there too, working with the cows.  His father and step mother were living in Hassal and his father’s occupation was night watchman on the locks.

In 1902 Samuel at the young age of 20 found a girl who he fell for big time and started courting.  He was very serious, she, not so much.  Five years later in 1907, Samuel still very much love was invited for tea at her parent’s home and of course went only to find the love of his life was not there.

One can only imagine how poorly Samuel must have felt.  How he must have left her parent’s home with his head hanging low.  Did he wonder if she was playing him for a fool or if she was off somewhere with her other friends laughing at him?

We can only imagine how bad Samuel was feeling because he then went home wrote a note, ending with the Lord’s prayer and then killed himself.

So I can’t leave this weeks’ entry on such a sad note.  There is another newspaper article that caught my eye pertaining to Cupids Bow.  This time a much happier and much more fanciful.
I have already wrote about Philip Charles Palin and his military career, but I never mentioned his personal life.  Philip Charles Palin married Diamante Elliot in 1899 and was married to her until her death in 1934.  One year later he remarries to the widow Gladys Love.  Was it the need for companionship that brought the two of them together or was it true love as the article hints at?
I must confess, I am a romantic at heart and when I first read the article I got a visual image of an aged knight in full armour down on one knee and professing his true love and devotion to the fair maiden.  Ah, love, isn’t it grand!

Happy Valentines day Everyone! 

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