My Royal Doulton Bowl presented by Venie Martin
The Object I have brought along today is a Royal Doulton bowl with a picture of Rochester Castle. First I will talk about the object itself and then I will tell you how it came into my possession.
As you can see it’s a fine china bowl and on the bottom it is stamped with the emblem of the lion and the crown, Royal Doulton, Made in England, Rochester Castle. I know very little about porcelain and collectables, just a little from watching the Antiques Road Show and Bargain Hunt, so I looked up some information on the internet about Royal Doulton.
It’s an English company dating back to 1815, the year of the battle of Waterloo. It started out as a producer of salt glazed stoneware for sanitary purposes. It was originally a family company set up as a partnership between Martha Jones and her partners John Doulton and John Watts in Lambeth London. In 1853 when Jones and Watts left it became Doulton and Co. It then formed an alliance with the Lambeth School of Art and employed a team of designers and craftsmen and began to mass produce porcelain and collectables for the growing middle classes. In 1901 Doulton products came to the attention of the royal family and King Edward VII sold them the Royal Warrant allowing them to adopt the emblem and the name Royal Doulton.
The Lambeth factory closed in 1956 due to clean air regulations and the operation moved to The Potteries in Staffordshire. From 1971 many of the major English potteries were acquired by S Pearson & Son Ltd. There was considerable merging and take overs up to 2005 when Waterford Wedgewood took over Royal Doulton. Several renowned designers and chefs came on board and helped create a new image and new products. Jasper Conran and Gordon Ramsey. Some items continue to be manufactured in England but most manufacturing is now in Indonesia. In 2015 the group of companies was taken over by the Fiskars Corporation (a Finnish manufacturer of home products).
A look at e-bay shows the huge range of collectables manufactured by Royal Doulton. In particular note the Toby Jugs, mantelpiece dogs, tea sets, decorative plates and bowls and figurines. Because they were mass produced, you can see that they are not very expensive items to collect, most priced in the 30-50 pounds range.
The bowl I have brought today is from a range called The Castle Series in which artists paintings of well known English castles such as Rochester, Arundel and Warwick were transferred to plates and bowls. It was probably made in the 1930s – but it could be earlier if the original owner bought it at an auction. The cracking on the glaze might indicate that it is older. I have tried to value it on-line and get figures from 35 pounds up to a thousand, if it’s one of the originals. Since I have no intention of selling it, I have not pursued the valuation.
For me, the most interesting thing about it is how it came into my possession.
My Father was a farmer in East Donegal in a townland called Ruskey which is three miles from Newtowncunningham off the road from Derry to Letterkenny. Farming in Donegal in the 1940s and 50s was difficult because of the struggling economy of the new Irish state and the earlier cutting off of the farmer’s main market in Derry. He supplemented his farm income by acting as a contractor for other farmers. He owned a steam tractor , a mill and a baler and in the harvest he would go to farms which did not own machinery and carry out the milling of oats and the baling of straw for them. The day the mill came to a farm was a big day and a large number of local farmers would come along and help each other. There was quite a party atmosphere and the farmer’s wife had a very busy time catering for everyone. We were a mixed denomination community in East Donegal and my Mother used to insist that our own milling did not take place in a Friday because she would have had to cook two different dinners – one for catholics and one for protestants!
This is a model of the type of steam traction engine used by my Father.
Anyway, when the contracting season was over and “all was safely gathered in” my Father did his round of the farms to collect his payment. He had a little boxy Ford car and sometimes he took my Mother and I with him for the ride. Some of the farms were in a hilly area and I remember his fretting about whether or not the car would make it up the hill and if the brakes would hold on the way down!
One of the farms he visited was at Gortinlieve and that is where the story of the bowl starts. The farmer there was a bachelor called Joe Lynch and he ran a mixed farm with a small dairy herd in addition to the arable. The dairy was run by two sisters, the older being Cissie Boyle. Joe lived in the farm house and the Boyles lived in a little cottage about half a mile up the hill. The set up was rather unusual and I have researched it a bit (excuse another small diversion!).
Apparently the farm at Gortinlieve was owned originally by a family called Fulton. They had farmed there since the 1600s. The last of the Fultons were a childless couple who, when they got old, employed Joe Lynch and the Boyles to work the farm for them. When they died they left the farm to the local Presbyterian Church. However Joe disputed the will because he was living in the house and there was some confusion about the location of the title deeds. The result was that he continued to live there for another 20-25 years. Eventually the farm was sold to a developer from Letterkenny who still owns it and lets it out.
This is a picture of the house at Gortinlieve which is now derelict.(August 2016)
As a child the house seemed very large to me – I think this is because it was a three storey house. I went back there to look at it a few months ago and you can see from the picture that it is now derelict. I found a reference to it in the Irish National Inventory of Architectural Heritage. It says it was built in 1860 and has some interesting architectural details. It’s one of those houses where I never saw the front because the back door opened on to the farmyard and it was the access used by everyone. When you went in the back door you found yourself in the dairy. Cissie and her sister milked the cows by hand and brought the milk there for straining and putting into aluminium cans for distribution. Some of it was kept in large bowls and the cream was skimmed off from time to time and made into butter. I remember Cissie was always dressed the same in a navy wrap around apron with red flowers o it that covered all her clothes and cut off wellington boots on her feet. There was a strong smell of cows and sour milk which I can still remember.
When you went through the dairy and into the house the living area was a large kitchen with whitewashed walls and a flagstone floor, a big dining table and a black range which was always lit. A black and white collie dog slept in front of it. Visitors sat on kitchen chairs in a circle round the range. It was a Spartan room, devoid of decoration or comfort.
When we arrived at the house to do the business, Cissie was always delighted and came out to the car saying “Look who it is Joe, Mr and Mrs Bryce and wee Venie!”. She would invite us in and my Mother always refused saying we didn’t want to trouble them as they must be busy. However, Cissie always prevailed and we would end up sitting round that range drinking tea and chatting.
One evening when we were visiting, Cissie invited my Mother and I to come upstairs with her. She lit a brass paraffin lamp with a wick, because there was no electricity, and led us up quite a grand wide staircase. It was really exciting for me as a small child to head off into this unknown part of the house. We followed her in the flickering lamplight to a room which she opened with a large key. What we saw inside was just amazing – an Aladdin’s cave full of treasures. I can only remember the impression of stacks of wonderful items such as two very large blue and white Chinese vases that were taller than me, stacks of plates and glasses , piles of paintings and even kitchen equipment still in boxes. Cissie explained to my Mother that they were left to her by the last Mrs Fulton and she had no use for them. It was traditional then to give a visiting child a little present and she looked around and her eyes fell on the Royal Doulton bowl. Even then I thought it was lovely – the pink colour and the picture of a castle really appealed to me. My Mother and Cissie went through the ritual “You don’t need to give her anything “ etc, but in the end, I came home clutching my Royal Doulton bowl.
This happened around 1950 when I was five years old. The bowl was kept by my Mother until I had a home of my own and for the past 45 years it has stayed with me. I pick it up from time to time and when I do, I’m right back in that house at Gortinlieve with Cissie Boyle wearing her navy apron and wellies, the smell of milk, the heat of the range , the flickering lamplight and the room full of treasures. I do not know what happened to Joe, Cissie and her sister and all the treasures she had, but I am very happy to have this lovely bowl in my possession and will pass it on to my daughter and grand daughter and tell them the story about the very different times I lived in as a child.
11th October 2016