Sisters-in-law at odds in Edwardian Preston

Here is the final instalment from an article by Shirley Smith based on the autobiography of Phoebe Hesketh, What Can the Matter Be? Phoebe Hesketh is today well known for the biography of her famous aunt, the Preston suffragette Edith Rigby but her autobiographical account of life in Edwardian Preston also makes interesting reading


Phoebe’s Aunt Edith become famous for her work in promoting education and labour rights and perhaps most notably for her campaigning as a suffragette. Phoebe comments that her grandfather, Edith’s father, must have noticed something exceptional in Edith from a young age because he saved up to send her to Penrhos College in North Wales.

Phoebe reveals many interesting details about her aunt who was clearly an unusual character. The ladies of Ribblesdale Place did not approve of suffragettes or suffrage and they were “agog” with the news that Mrs Rigby had burned down William Lever’s bungalow.

When Phoebe was taken to visit her Aunt Edith in Winckley Square, she was accompanied by her nursemaid Winnie because her mother “never set foot in Winckley Square”. It is probably safe to assume that Phoebe was referring only to her aunt’s house and not to the whole square which would have been difficult to avoid, certainly at any chance meeting Phoebe’s mother Gertrude would return Edith’s smile with “ice-cold hostility”. Winnie was terrified of Edith and would deposit Phoebe on the steps of her house, ring the bell and run away.

Phoebe speaks tenderly of her aunt, a character quite different from that depicted by local gossip. True she would have been a peculiar figure walking along Winckley Square, she wore her hair in an American Crop and never wore hats, her clothes were shapeless homespun dresses but she enchanted Phoebe with her low, gentle voice and twinkling blue eyes as she told her stories of wild animals and foreign lands.

Phoebe describes Edith as “outstandingly good-looking” who, when visiting Brantwood with a friend, was so admired by Ruskin that he “couldn’t take his eyes off her.”

Marigold Cottage, Penwortham, Preston
Edith Rigby’s home. ‘Hidden away at the bottom of Howick Cross Lane, on Townley Lane, is the beautiful thatched cottage known as Marigold.’

When Edith took Marigold Cottage on Howick Cross Lane, Phoebe was sent to stay with her whilst recuperating from a bout of measles. Phoebe loved the country air, the two-acre garden, orchard and bee-hives. The garden was so close to the Ribble that the funnels of ships travelling from Preston Dock to Ireland could be seen as if moving through the garden.

A little more disconcerting to Phoebe was the regular practice of her aunt to utilise the contents of the privy at the bottom of the garden as manure for the strawberry patch, she told a surprised Phoebe that this was the reason her strawberries were so big.

Phoebe also wondered at what she calls her aunt’s “quirks” such as sowing seeds according to the phases of the moon or arranging plants in group so that their colour vibrations might harmonise.

Edith became a gaunt figure, hardly surprising after her prison sentences but Phoebe notes that she never lost her ability to make people do what they didn’t want to do, the reason being that they adored her. Certainly, her husband Charles was supportive of her endeavours and appears to have doted on her. She never experienced servant problems like the ladies of Ribblesdale Place because she provided those working for her with a comfortable living.

It is worth mentioning that some of Phoebe’s descriptions of country life might be shocking to a modern-day audience, for instance the treatment of an injured horse or the catching of rats. The account of her visit to Scrambler’s Farm during pig killing is not for the squeamish.

Phoebe loved the freedom of the country and was delighted when her mother inherited a large sum of money from her uncle James Fielding allowing her to purchase a house in the country. Gertrude and her two daughters relished the independence this gave them although her father hated living there and continued his practice in town during the day. Suddenly noise could be made, Phoebe could have friends over and although her mother didn’t continue with the violin it was taken up by Phoebe’s sister Elaine.

The comfort that financial independence brought to Gertrude and the difference it made to her and her daughter’s lives is that same independence for women espoused and fought for throughout her life by her sister-in-law, Edith. Perhaps the irony was not lost on Gertrude.

The whole book abounds with colourful details of a lost world, both pleasant and unpleasant. A world that is not so far removed in time from our own but is a world apart in so many other ways, those final words of her poem spring to mind: Among the living – it’s I who am the ghost.”


Read the full article here: Suffragette biographer pens her own story


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