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The Price of Silver, the Price of History

 

 

 

 

This is what is known as a 1914 Trio with clasp, or sometimes (inaccurately) as a Mons Star Trio, because Mons was the most famous British battle of 1914. The Star was issued to British troops who landed in France and Belgium between 5 August  and 22 November 1914. This included men of the Indian Army and the Canadian forces, men and women of the medical services and the poet Rupert Brooke who fought as part of the Royal Naval Division. Approximately 378,000 medals were issued. 145,000 of them had the clasp, as seen in this photograph. This indicated that the wearer had been within range of the enemy and was part of what the Kaiser supposedly referred to as  “Britain’s contemptible little Army”

The recipient was Pte Edward Broomhead of the Army Service Corps, who landed in France on 26 August 1914. He was a foreman bricklayer from Nottingham, who joined up a the age of 39, was rushed out to France within days, contracted rheumatic fever from working in the cold and wet, was invalided out, re-enlisted for Home Service, was invalided out again, and died of influenza in 1918, leaving a wife and five children.

In truth, the Kaiser probably didn’t say that. It is more likely to have been the invention of British propagandists who desperately needed to enthuse Britain to fight a German Army ten times its size. In 1925 these men banded together to form an organisation known as the Old Contemptible Association.

The price of silver is currently £87.19 per ounce. It will be different in ten minutes, but that will do for now. That means that the silver medal in the middle of this group is worth more now than the entire group was worth a couple of months ago.

The British War Medal (BWM) awarded for service in 1914-18 weighs one ounce and is struck from Sterling Silver, which is 92.5% pure. The 7.5% copper is to make it harder wearing. Sterling silver was the silver used in British coins until 1919, when the costs of WW1 compelled us to reduce our coinage to 50% silver. That was reduced to zero in 1946, after another expensive war, when we converted to cupro-nickel.

British War Medal 1914-18 (Obverse)

That means that one ounce of Sterling Silver is worth 92.5% of £87.19. That’s £80.65 for the amount of silver in a BWM.

When I was at school they used to cost £1 or £1.50 each  and there were plenty about – 6.5 million being issued.  When I was living in Preston in 1980 the Hunt Brothers of Texas tried to corner the market in silver but failed and lost a lot of money. However, the price of BWMs went up sharply and as collectors are interested in history rather than bullion, many were melted for bullion. It wasn’t just the common WW1 medals going into the pot, many older and rarer medals were scrapped too, as were a number of gallantry decorations, rare coins and sports awards. People were just buying for bullion without any appreciation of the history behind the articles they were scrapping.  The same thing happened again in 2011 when prices shot up. They were round £15-£20 retail for many years, which seems fair compared to inflation. At a silver value of £80.65 I fear that more will be melted.

Silver is needed for many industrial processes and currently supply is lagging behind the demand for solar power, batteries, electronics and computer chips It will be interesting to see what happens to Mexico once the USA realises that its southern neighbour is the largest producer of silver in the world. What are the chances of another late night raid on a Presidential Palace?

Of course, it’s not rarity or gallantry that concerns me here, most British campaign medals are named, so any medal that is destroyed is a loss of history because each one has the potential for a story to be found. Private Broomhead never did anything famous, he didn’t lead any charges or have any gallantry medals pinned on him by a grateful King, he just went to France, became ill and, weakened by his war service, died. It’s still a history that deserves preserving.

British War Medal 1914-18 (Reverse). Note that the horse, symbolising man’s control of technology, is treading on a shield with a German eagle whilst a skull reminds if death. Symbolism in 1918 was a lot more in your face than it is now.

The single medal pictured, was issued to the next of kin of Pioneer Harry Gow of the Royal Engineers. It is his sole entitlement. The BWM was awarded by the Army to personnel who left the UK. To get the Victory Medal (the gilt one with the Angel and the rainbow ribbon) you had to serve in a war zone. For soldiers, the sea was not considered a war zone so when the troopship Transylvania was torpedoed by the German submarine U-69 on May 4 1917 this became his only medal, and probably, apart from his grave marker, the only proof he ever lived. He was 19 years old and had not had much time to leave anything behind, apart from his grieving parents who had the inscription Gone from us but not Forgotten Never Shall His Memory Fade carved on his memorial stone.

Over the years I have traced stories of domestic violence, babies born out of wedlock, amputations, ill health, criminal careers and, quite often, normal family lives. I recently researched a man who, after being wounded in 1914, transferred to the Royal Flying Corps, served in he Army between the wars, retired in the late 30s, and spent WW2 as a Colonel in the Home Guard. I was a life of service and adventure which ended abruptly in the 1950s when he and his wife were charged by a rhino whilst walking on their farm in Kenya. He was gored and died in hospital, having succeeded in diverting the animal from his wife by hitting it with his walking stick.

 

 

Nettles, an Acceptance and a Funny Tern

My piece on nettles has just been published on the research page of the Military History Group. It’s a fascinating subject, and after a couple of false starts I like to think I’ve done it justice. I will post it here in the next day or two. Its “family history” goes back about ten years – to the work I did on nettles when we were on the farm. This is the thing with knowledge when you are writing, it never wears out. It also goes to show that anything can be “military” if you try hard enough. From uniforms to parachutes and camouflage netting – but I suppose anything that existed in the 1914-45 period was involved in warlike purposes.

I had an acceptance last night. I still have three submissions out (and don’t have much hope for any of them) so it is time to get going. A lot more needs to be written in the next 14 days, and I  have nothing in reserve.  I tried writing poetry last night but couldn’t get to grips with it. I have a list of titles, and sometimes a few words of notes to go with them, but nothing that amounts to much.

That’s one of Julia’s pictures, of a tern. She struggled to frame it as they are so fast. They breed on artificial rafts moored in the lakes in the country park. I publish it here because it allows me to get a pun into the title.

I’ve also written an outline for Julia and her monthly piece in the Nene Valley Railway newsletter. She lacks faith in her abilities, so I knock her thoughts into shape and it gets her started. She has been taking pictures of dogs this month, with a view to writing up the cafe as a dog-friendly meeting place for dog walkers. They even give the dogs free biscuits. If they ever start giving humans free biscuits, I will be there.

She also spoke to a visiting Tasmanian while she was there and got enough information to do a profile. He also let her have photos of his sketchbook so she has some original artwork of the station. He is originally from the UK and was planning to visit family, including his father who, sadly, died just before he set off. His plan for this leg of the trip is to visit Staithes, as it has a rich artistic history. (though you have to read to the end of the linked article to find it). While I was looking that up, I looked at some of the pictures of Dame Laura Knight ( a Nottingham girl). She was an official  War Artist and I feel an article coming on. As I say, if you lived at the right time, everything is military.

“A Vexatious Anachronism”

Reprinted from the Numismatic Society of Nottinghamshire Facebook page. 12 April 2025

Gainsborough Toll Bridge – “A Vexatious Anachronism”

The top picture shows the opening of Gainsborough Bridge in its new existence as a free bridge. The grinning bloke on the left, with cap and satchel, is now out of a job.

This 38mm white metal medallion commemorates the freeing of Gainsborough Bridge from tolls in 1932. Tolls were, and still are, a contentious subject for road users. In 1930 there were 88 Toll Bridges (24 being on A Roads) and 55 Toll Bars in England. The newspaper article which provided this information also provided the title, as the reporter was clearly not in favour of tolls. One example he gave was a man who paid £30 a year in tolls – twice the cost of his car tax. Apart from the cost, people also objected to the delays and congestion, and the effect some tolls had on the education of children from poor families, who had to pay pedestrian tolls to go to school.. Today we have around 23 toll roads and bridges in the UK, some being used to finance major new projects and some being Victorian survivals.

The M6 Toll motorway, in case you are interested, has 2.5 million pulped Mills & Boon novels incorporated into the tarmac. This helps with reducing wear and absorbing sound. The books were not chosen with any idea of literary criticism in mind – it’s just that they are printed in such great quantities that there is a large supply of returned and damaged books.

The purchase of Gainsborough Bridge from the company that operated it took many years. There were numerous discussions and false starts noted from at least 1882 until 1912, when a price of £35,000 was offered. It was a good business and the owners were not keen on selling. They had the only bridge between Dunham (which is still a toll bridge today) and the Humber and it was protected by the Gainsborough Bridge Act ,which prevented rival bridges and ferry services.

On the other hand, local tradesmen wanted to free the bridge from tolls as they could see great benefits from unrestricted access.

In 1923 the councils of Nottinghamshire, Lindsey (one of the ancient divisions of Lincolnshire) and Gainsborough, agreed to seek a grant from the Ministry of Transport (using new legislation passed to encourage this sort of scheme) and have a price set by arbitration. Profits from tolls were over £7,000 in that year, and rising steadily. A new bridge, outside the area of monopoly would have cost about £80,000 but Nottinghamshire County Council would not fund the extra road building to connect the bridge to the existing roads. A tunnel was also suggested, but was too expensive.

The bridge was eventually purchased on 31 October 1927, as noted on the medallion, for £130,000 (half of which was paid by the Government). The councils provided the other half of the cost. Pedestrians and cyclists were freed from all tolls and other users continued paying at a reduced rate, with the intention of raising a quarter of the purchase price by continuing tolls for up to seven years.

Eventually, having raised the required money, the joint committee declared the bridge to be free from tolls. The last man to pay a toll was P. J. Pybus, Minister of Transport, who paid his toll with a coin of George III in recognition of the age of the bridge – opened in 1771, and retained his ticket as a souvenir, before declaring the bridge open. Below is a picture of the last toll being paid.

 

A Lead Medallion and a Lot of History

Carving at Sheepwash Car Park – Carsington

This started off as an article for the Numismatic Society of Nottinghamshire, but it’s quite interesting just as a general knowledge piece. Well, I find it interesting. To be fair, as Julia has had to point out at times, whilst yawning, my threshold of “interesting” is quite low compared to many people. I should probably add some extra photos and travelogue type writing, but I’m not sure i have time or skill, and I definitely don’t have the knees for getting extra photos of the Derbyshire countryside. So if you are wondering why it’s a bit dull in places, it’s because collectors like dull detail.

The lead industry in Roman Derbyshire must have been huge, considering the roads they built to service it, and the number of ingots they seem to have mislaid for future archaeologists to find. There is actually a road that runs from somewhere in the region of Wirksworth to the town of Margidunum, which is now a roundabout on the A46 near Bingham. We used to pass it every day when we went to the farm. It’s quite impressive to think that this has been an important road junction for 2,000 years.

It is an ancient industry. Derbyshire lead was mined by the Romans, who left a number of inscribed ingots behind them, and there is a Saxon carving of a lead miner in the church at Wirksworth. The area was the main source of lead in Europe in the 12th and 13th centuries, and provided a good living for those able to cope with poisonous dust, underground floods, falling rocks, methane gas and, eventually, accidental gunpowder explosions. In the 17th century, only wool was more important to the national economy, as lead was in great demand for plumbing (the name coming from plumbum, the Latin for lead), leaded windows and ammunition.

Ammunition in those days was mainly cannon balls and musket balls. Cannon balls were stone initially, and after about 1450 cast iron took over. They say that 42,000 cannonballs were fired at Waterloo, and 9,000,000 musket balls. I have calculated how many tons of lead that is, but there are so many variables it’s not necessarily a useful exercise, but you can see how much lead it took to fight a war. Using various approximations, it came to 250 tons of lead for Waterloo and about 3.5 tons for Naseby, which was a lot smaller and earlier.

There are fields in Derbyshire that are still considered to be unusable for crops or livestock due to Mediaeval lead pollution.

This is a 48mm lead medallion. At first glance it has little to recommend it, being just a grey medal with a plain, low-relief design.. The reverse is the seal of the Duchy of Lancaster and the obverse has a Queen’s Crown in the centre with the dates 1952-1977 over it, marking it out as a Silver Jubilee commemorative. Fortunately there is an inscription above this – “SMELTED.FROM.MATLOCK.LEAD.ORE.” and under it “WIRKSWORTH/BARMOTE COURTS”, which adds considerably to the interest.

The mining rights were the property of the crown and the Duchy of Lancaster was responsible for collecting the King’s taxes levied on lead. There were many rules attached to lead prospecting and mining, which had grown by custom rather than legislation, and these rules were interpreted by Barmote Courts, an institution peculiar to the Derbyshire lead mining areas. There are two remaining courts, one for the High Peak and one for the Low Peak. Both courts now meet at Wirksworth and their duties are largely ceremonial. They last decided on a question of mining rights in 2013. A representative of the Crown is present at the court and, by tradition, members of the court are provided with bread and cheese and pipes and tobacco.

Compared to the actual lead industry, and the Roman road system, the Barmote Courts, being only 700 years old, are quite recent.

Derbyshire Trees

Erratic Service Ahead

 

Robin – Ready for Action

I’ve not been very structured over the last few weeks, with a poor record of reading blogs and many missed days of writing. Sorry about that, but the move, the cold and  planning/researching of articles has been soaking up my time.

I now have some poetry to write for the end of the month and a little more for December. At the back of my mind I’m sure there should be more, but it’s not on the list and I’m not going to search for more work at the moment.

It would be lovely to be one of those people who had a routine or a plan, or both, and I sometimes seem to get to that point. It never lasts. Generally as soon as i start to think I have acquired some good habits, it all falls apart.

Guinea Fowl

At the moment I am still looking for an internet service provider for the bungalow.  It is an area filled with deals and bargains and enticement and, particularly, with claims of high speeds. I checked our speed yesterday. It is satisfactory. If the various claims are to be believed I can get the same speed cheaper at the new place, or I can get more capability for the same money. We probably don’t need that, because two pensioners (one of whom would be happy to live in the age of steam and canals) with a couple of laptops and a digital TV don’t need a lot of capacity. I don’t even have my phone set up for emails, so most modern technology is wasted on me. If people want me they can ring me. That’s what a telephone is for. If they can’t be bothered to ring, it isn’t important.

Wren at Rufford Abbey

The ideal date for me to have lived would be about the 1860s or 1870s. We had mainly got rid of cholera and typhoid, we had trains and the telegraph, postal services were efficient and it only took 28 minutes to send a message from London to India. Unfortunately, balancing these advances were a number of signs that the country was going soft – you could no longer set mantraps in your grounds, transportation of criminals would cease in 1868 and even the power to imprison people for debt would be restricted after 1869.  Still, no time in history is perfect, is it?

Yellowhammer – Dearne Valley

Photos are from march 2017 – some spring birds.

Covid, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and not much else

This morning I had a Covid booster.  I went to the same pharmacist I went to last time, as I find the parking convenient. The service was not as slick as last time, but it was more cheerful, and I spent my waiting time reading the packets on the shelves. It seems that patrons of the shop suffer extensively from skin problems,, indigestion, constipation and, mainly, allergies. This is a whole new world that is waiting for me. I’ve had skin problems for years, and in Mediaeval times would have , literally been treated like  leper, as it seems that in those days they would lump all skin condition into one, just to be on the safe side. However, I am rarely troubled by any of the other problems. A high fibre diet seems to work for me most of the time, and my one recent deviation from bowel health, when I was ill over Christmas, felt like a betrayal. Fortunately, my bowels have returned to the regular habits of a town hall clock and allergies are something suffered by southerners and people who read health advice on the internet.

Puffins at Bempton

The local village of Burton Lazars had a leper hospital, so at least I wouldn’t have far to go. It’s also the burial place of the famous racing driver, Count Eliot Zborowski and his son Count Louis Zborowski. They were both killed in car accidents, and I have read a story that I cannot, at the moment, trace, that Louis was killed whilst wearing tha same cufflinks that his father wore in his fatal crash. The younger man was responsible for the building of four noted race cars – two were known as Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and one was the Higham Special, which broke the world land speed record when driven by Parry-Thomas in 1926. Parry-Thomas would later be killed in the Higham Special (by that time known as Babs) in 1927 – the first man to die in pursuit of the Land Speed record.

Jackdaw

I can’t help but feel, when set next to the lives of the Zborowskis and Parry-Thomas, that I haven’t really left much of a mark on the world.

D Day – 80th Anniversary

US Navy Sweetheart Brooches

It’s the 80th Anniversary of D-Day today and lots of war veterans have been out on parade – the youngest is 98. It’s a sobering thought because when I started work I worked with several veterans of the Normandy campaign when they were middle-aged men. Now, when you see one they are positively ancient.

There are so many ways to develop the blog post from here- discussing modern generations and whether we would be able to step up like the WW2 generation, discussing whether we should also commemorate other WW2 anniversaries, or even discussing veterans of other wars.

Military sweetheart brooch

When I first started doing military research in local papers I was surprised to find that in 1914 it was quite common to see reports of the funerals of veterans who had served in the Crimean War (1853-56) or the Indian Mutiny ( 1857-58). Until then it hadn’t occurred to me that they were still alive at that point.

Then last Crimean War veteran we know of, died in 1939, as did the last Mutiny Veteran. A man who died in 1940 was probably the last participant, but as he was nine years old when he was at the Siege of Lucknow, he was not really a veteran.

Going further back, the last veterans of the Napoleonic Wars, died in the 1890s, apart for a lone Polish veteran who lived until 1903. These included the last British survivor of the War of 1812, who died in 1895.

In my lifetime I’ve seen the last Boer War veterans and the last WW1 veterans, and now I’m watching the last of the WW2 veterans. It’s quite possible that the last of them, as they are likely to live to be 110 or more, might still be alive after I am dead. I will do my best to outlast them but it will be close.

Lancashire Fusiliers Sweetheart

Watching occasions like this is always a sobering experience. However, it’s important to see it in perspective. The men of 1944 are just part of a line of veterans stretching back into history, just as some of the Pipe Majors remembering the exploits of Piper Bill Millin on D Day, are wearing medals given for service in Iraq and Afghanistan.

However, I think it’s important to remember that although D Day was important, there were many soldiers fighting their way up Italy or in the Far East at the time, and they don’t get this attention or thanks for their efforts. It’s good to think of them too at times like this.

WW2 Sweetheart Brooch – RAF Eagle carved from perspex (Lucite). Generally said to be from broken aircraft windows.

Stamina, Submissions and Setting a Low Bar

Yesterday’s post was almost finished when I decided to use it. It had been hanging about for a while, I was out of inspiration and it seemed the easiest way to post something.  Sorry about that if you were expecting another tale of my woeful life, but sometimes my old ambition to be a historian breaks out.

Meanwhile, I have completed and sent off eight submissions, and still have seven more to go in the next couple of days. It’s a busy month and I may not manage them all, but you have to have ambition. The problem is that I haven’t actually written some of them, which is a problem as it can take months to write and polish a poem. Fortunately they are mostly tanka, which aren’t that difficult. If I had to write Haibun I’d be in trouble. Editors generally ask for groups of 10 tanka, but rarely take more than one. It’s a question of space, they tell me, often adding that several of the group were usable, but they can only pick one.

That means, as far as I’m concerned, that I only need one good one, as the rest are irrelevant. And even that one doesn’t need to be brilliant, just better than one of the others selected for publication. Yes, I know it’s cynical, and I know aiming to be 49th out of 50 is setting the bar low, and has pitfalls, but I’m up against it. Three infections in the last four months have hit my stamina and my productivity.

They have also hit the size of my world. If I want inspiration all I have is the view from my window, which is mainly evergreens and pigeons, or the daily trip to work. Neither is inspiring. I’m ging to read some poetry in a minute and steal the ideas. It’s what I’ve been reduced to. But as Eliot said: ‘Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal’

Orange Parker Pen

Sacriston Tribute Medal 1919 - Obverse

Post 3,001 and the Plan Continues

I say “the plan continues” but it’s not quite as simple as that. The original post I had in mind was going to discuss how things had changed since October 2014, but that sort of post can easily turn depressing if you strike the wrong tone. Or be too boring and introspective. Well, the first two tries turned out that way. In the manner of such things, their existence has been erased and their pixels scattered to the four winds . . .

Instead, I will revert to one of my specialist subjects. This is the Tribute Medal given to the servicemen and women of Sacriston, a mining village in County Durham on their return from the war.

I bought it on eBay a few days ago as I don’t have a specimen and the research has already been quite interesting. According to the research I did last night there were 760 people who served in the war, including at least five women. Of these 104 died. The medals were given out in a series of dinners at the local Institute. I have traced two lists of recipients in the papers, and am trying to find others – there is mention of a plan to hold five or six dinners.

Sacriston Tribute Medal 1919 - Obverse

Sacriston Tribute Medal 1919 – Obverse

As usual, there is no reward for the people who kept the country running during the absence of the soldiers, including miners, nurses, munitions workers and the Women’s Land Army.

Over the years I have developed a formula for calculating the approximate size of issue of tribute medals. If I can find out how many people were killed from a village I can calculate the approximate total of people who served. It’s not very precise but I usually multiply by seven to get the low end of the issue.  In this case that would have been 728, so it was close. It’s just a way of working out comparative rarity – telling me if I’m ever likely to find one.

One thing to note is the excellence of the design and production. Corners were not cut with the production of this medallion and it is made from silver. It is made by Walker & Hall, who were makers of high quality silver goods, and it is marked as sterling silver.

They are also named, which doesn’t always happen. The nearby town of Ashington gave a smaller silver fob, and left it blank for the recipient to engrave their own name. So, after forty years of looking, I still haven’t found a named example.

Sacriston Tribute Medal 1919 - Reverse

Sacriston Tribute Medal 1919 – Reverse

Finally, note the dates – 1914-19. The war, we tend to think, ended on 11th November 1918. It didn’t.  We were still fighting in Russia until the end of 1919, having originally become involved after the revolution when we tried to prevent resources falling into the hands of the Germans. It wasn’t the best organised of interventions and nobody really took a grip of organising it. The fighting finished in the autumn of 1919 and all British personnel were withdrawn.  Czechs, French, Americans, Greeks, Japanese, Chinese,  British, Canadian, even Australians, all ended up fighting there, as did many others., so I hope you’ll excuse me if I don’t even attempt to describe it. Over 900 British troops were killed when they should have been safe at home.

I have a pair of medals in my collection to a coal miner from Yorkshire. He was called up in the summer of 1918, when the war was almost over, and sent to Russia, where he served for a year and then came home. I can’t imagine he was happy. I know a lot of mothers weren’t, because the papers of 1919 are full of letters from mothers wanting to know why their sons are still in danger in Russia when the war is supposedly over.

Hallmarks Sacriston Tribute Medal

That’s it then, the first post of the next 1,000 and the second day of my new plan. Day three indicates that I must “Probably write an informative piece about world peace. Though possibly not that informative, and possibly a different subject.”

After struggling for a subject tonight, I’m not sure whether I may have set the next bar a little high.

 

 

Skit Notes

They are, according to the British Museum, ” objects resembling banknotes, with a political, satirical or fantasy theme (ie. they are not real money).” I couldn’t have put it better myself. So I used cut and paste, the plagiarist’s friend.

Unfortunately that’s about all the museum has to say on the subject, though they do have a few illustrations. The Cruikshank note is political (anti-hanging), others are Bank of Love and an advert. These are the broad categories you tend to get today.

Boris Johnson Political/Satirical skit note

Though skit notes have been about since at least the early 19th Century, I’m going to concentrate on a few of the more modern ones – one of Jacob Rees Mogg and one of Boris Johnson. They are both Old Etonians who went to Oxford and then set themselves up in politics to run the country. Rees Mogg is often known as the “honourable member for the 18th Century” due to his old-fashioned views, hence the top hat and denomination of “guineas” on the note and the slightly rude Latin mottoes on the note. Boris is best known as a liar, hence the sum mentioned on the note – infamous Brexit Bus lie.

I don’t totally dislike Rees Mogg as I do love an eccentric. I also believe that he is a man of conviction. It’s just a shame that I feel many of his convictions stink. According to Wikipedia (for those of you who didn’t read the link) “In February 2012, he used the word “floccinaucinihilipilification“—meaning “the habit of considering as worthless”—during a parliamentary debate; it was noted as the longest word then uttered on the floor of the House of Commons.” Of course, my view of him will be of no interest to him as I am of that sort he classifies as oafs.

Boris, on the other hand, being a repeat adulterer and serial liar, has no place in national politics and entertaining as he can be, should be removed from public life and, if there is any justice, be incarcerated in a small damp cell forever.

However, this isn’t a political blog so I will calm down. It’s strange to reflect, as I was saying to my sister earlier today, I am generally conservative by nature, but would be quite happy for these two to be consigned to the fires of Hell and prodded by demons on a regular basis.

The reverse of both the notes share a reverse, which is considerably less forthright than I am.

Reverse of Rees Mogg and Johnson Skit Notes

As a bit of light relief I will add another note, based on our old £5 from my youth.

Euro Skit Note

 

Euro Skit Note – Duke of Wellington