Mary Alice HADWEN [1677]

   Another name for Mary was Mary Ann.

  General Notes:

Mary Alice Hadwen
Birth Date:27 Nov 1847
Baptism Date:29 Dec 1847
Baptism Place:Ripponden,York,England
Father:George Burgess Hadwen
Mother:Georgiana Selina
Ancestry FHL Film Number:100095, 100096
Mary Alice Hadwen

Age:21
Birth Date:1848
Marriage Date:1 Jun 1869
Marriage Place:Ripponden,York,England
Spouse:John Henry Bridges
Ancestry FHL Film Number:100095, 100097

  Other Records

1. Census: England, 2 Apr 1871, St George Bloomsbury LND. Mary A is recorded as a wife aged 22 born Leyland Halifax YKS

2. Census: England, 3 Apr 1881, The Brambles Woodside Road Wimbledon SRY. Mary A is recorded as a wife aged 33 born Leyland YKS

3. Census: England, 5 Apr 1891, Kensington Town Kensington LND. Mary a is recorded as a wife aged 43 born Ripponden YKS

4. Census: England, 31 Mar 1901, Paddington LND. Mary Alice is recorded as a wife aged 53 born Ripponden YKS

5. Census: England, 2 Apr 1911, 10 Hillside Wimbledon. Mary Alice Bridges is recorded as a visitor aged 62 a widow living on private means born Ripponden YKS

6. Mary Alice Hadwen: Tribute to Charles Martin Torlesse, 28 Sep 1913, 85 Cambridge Gardens London W.
I shall never forget the delight with which we younger people, together with our father and mother, hailed that annual visit of
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your father to our Yorkshire home. He was the soul of bonhomie and fun, and his fund of stories told with such humour were an endless source of delight to old and young alike. He possessed the rare gift of accuracy, and those who heard him tell the same story many times, on different occasions said that they never varied in that respect. I remember on one occasion when the dear man arrived to find my father depressed and gloomy about business, his greeting was : " Well, Mr. Hadwen, gone to the dogs yet, a capital place to be at it seems." He was quite boyish in his love of games, and croquet became as scientific as billiards under his directions, his excitement was such that one evening, after playing till the dressing bell rang for dinner, he insisted on lamps being brought out on to the lawn so that we could finish the game after dinner. Music was an intense delight to him, and he would listen for hours to my sister Louie's playing of Beethoven's Sonatas, beating time behind her chair. One Sunday he was invited to preach in the village church, and somehow he managed to introduce the story of Circe into his sermon to our delight, and no doubt to the bewilderment of some of his hearers. As you know, he and my father went many expeditions together, and they did it in a very original way. They would drive down to the station, and take the first train that was going anywhere. On one occasion they finally landed in Ireland, on another in Wales, and they made several journeys to Switzerland and Italy, and came back with amusing accounts of their experiences, which I wish I could remember now. Another impression is very vivid in my mind. Once when my husband and I were staying at Stoke, we had our big dog, Pompey, with us, and one morning I met the Vicar going to the village school, so he invited me to accompany him. On arriving at the school Pompey insisted on coming in with us, no doubt to the delight of the children. I ordered him to lie down, which he did immediately, whereupon your father gave us all a most delightful and impressive lesson on obedience, making the dog the object lesson. Those were the days when there was time for impromptu lessons. The picnics on the Yorkshire moors are another recollection. Large parties of us used to drive up in carriage, dog-cart, and pony carriage for lunch and
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tea on the heather, and our custom was to choose some little burn with a stream running through it for our encampment. After lunch Pater used to offer sixpence to anyone who could break a bottle placed in mid-stream. We all armed ourselves with pebbles, and I can picture your father now, as keen as any of us to win the prize, which he often did. I think he must have been an unusually good teacher, as he could make such an unscientific and unmathematical mind as mine understand some of his puzzles. These good old days are over, and we are left lamenting for a time when age was reverenced, and the old and young could play and learn together and so be of infinite help to one another. I hope they may revive in the future.
Ref: Bygone Days Pages 282 - 284, see Books section.

Mary married John Henry BRIDGES M.D. [1676] [MRIN: 551], son of Rev Charles BRIDGES [1635] and Harriet TORLESSE [1634], on 5 Jun 1869 in Ripponden YKS. (John Henry BRIDGES M.D. [1676] was born on 11 Oct 1832 in Old Newton SFK, baptised on 11 Nov 1832 in Old Newton SFK and died on 15 Jun 1906 in Tunbridge Wells KEN.)