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1955 Article on Iffley Life

IFFLEY, A VILLAGE – BUT IN THE CITY
Real old English place with a long history
Article, © Oxford Mail, Friday, January 7, 1955,
Around the Oxford countryside with S.P.B. Mais

You notice the difference as soon as you get off the bus and walk along Iffley Turn: From the continuous roar of heavy traffic to silence broken only by the birds in the trees, from the town to the open country, the change is abrupt and startling in its suddenness.

"Iffley village Only" says the sign-post. There is no through road. There are no buses. By some fantastic miracle Iffley remains both in appearance and in character a real old, very old, English village. It has become embedded among its modern surroundings, like a pearl in an oyster, but it has most surprisingly, not allowed itself to be submerged by them.

Church Way is the appropriate name for the quiet road that leads to the village, for Iffley's crowning glory and outstanding architectural feature is undoubtedly her magnificent late Norman church. On the way to it I first came to a number of solid pleasant houses each lying back from the road, embowered among trees, with spacious grounds and here and there between the houses, open fields giving lovely vistas of views down the hill over the poplar-fringed Thames to the rising ground leading to Bagley Woods.

The most notable of these houses is the Old Priory from which I mean, I was told, a subterranean passage runs to the Old Malt House which seems an unexpected destination if it was, in fact, originally a nunnery.

AT "THE TREE"

The entrance to the village is dominated by the red-brick Tree Hotel, a Victorian building that is light, warm and comfortable and has achieved the singular distinction, under the charge of Mr Webber, of being the only hotel in the Oxford City area to be recommended in the Good Food Guide of 1954.


Mr . Webber
Mr. W. Gibbs

Mr. Webber, landlord of the Tree Hotel.

Mr. W.Gibbs, whose shop is used by customers almost as a club


I was surprised to find an hotel with so high a reputation for "liberal helpings of plain, well-cooked food and fresh garden vegetables" tucked away in so quiet a spot but at luncheon I found 25 other guests besides myself sharing a substantial an excellently cooked meal for a very reasonable price. Its reputation is certainly deserved. It used to be known as The Tree Tavern, and the tree from which it takes its name is the stump of a very ancient elm, the only one remaining of a row of about ten.

The village stocks used to stand here, but they, like many other ancient landmarks, have disappeared. On the other side of the road stand the picturesque timber and plaster Tudor cottage, with black beams, a huge stone hearth and low ceilings, where Miss Jones supplies appetising home-made dishes for teas and suppers. The visitor to Iffley is certainly well catered for internally.

VILLAGE ATMOSPHERE

Nearby is the Post Office and General Stores where I found as genuine a village atmosphere as in any village that I have visited. The shop seemed to contain everything that any household could possibly need, and as I talked to the proprietor, Mr W Gibbs, I noticed little groups of shoppers who were obviously gathering for their usual morning gossip. It was more like a club than a shop, and no one was in a hurry.

"Iffley, "said Mr Gibbs, smiling, "is very much still a village, and that's the way we like it, and that's the way we mean to keep it. Everybody knows everybody else. We are all good neighbours in Iffley, and though unfortunately many, but by no means all, of the old Iffley families are dying out, the newcomers become quickly absorbed very quickly and seem to inherit the old village spirit. We haven't got a bus, and we don't want one. We haven't got a through road, and we don't want one. We're all right as we are."

Certainly the children seem to be all right as they are. The otherwise quiet road seemed to be filled with small boys and girls learning to ride new bicycles. I felt that it was just as well that it is a cul-de-sac. They were all over the place, and certainly in blissful ignorance of the Highway Code. Incidently, they all saluted me in true village fashion as I passed. They were besieging the little sweetshop known as "The Old Stores" in such numbers that I didn't get a chance to ask the proprietor, Mr Goodwin, whether he felt that Iffley was still a village.

Instead I crossed the road to the village pub, "The Prince of Wales", which is the only inn I know which has no front door. I walked round to the back and found myself on the verge of the steps leading down to the spacious cellar. "In the old days," said the landlord, "every half-pint had to be fetched up those stairs." "That must have kept the inn-keeper fighting fit," I said. "No need for that,"he replied. "We're a quiet clientele and dominoes, draughts and darts are what they like. We get a lot of retired college servants among our regulars."

NO PRESSING NEED

"What," I asked, "is Iffley's most pressing need?" The landlord's wife immediately replied, "Nothing much. Just better footpaths." It is one of the most curious features of Iffley that nobody seems to want anything much done to improve its amenities.

As I stood outside the green corrugated iron building, the Memorial Institute, I accosted a passer-by who turned out to be Mr Rose, the Vicar's warden. "Tell me about this," I said. "It was given to Iffley in 1918 by Sir George Forest to commemorate the men of Iffley who had been killed in the war, and those Service men who survived it," he told me. "I see that it has been recently painted. Is it used much?" "It's run by a local committee who hire it out to different clubs and societies in the neighbourhood for dances, whist drives, meetings and social gatherings and it comes in useful for wedding receptions." "You don't feel the need for a new stone-built village hall?" "Many people would like one, but the Institute seems to meet most of our present needs." Mr Rose walked along the street with me and showed me an old stone house that had been newly and quite beautifully rethatched. "A local thatcher?" I asked. "Alas no. That was done by a thatcher from Dorchester. The local craftsmen have all died out. Even the old smithy has gone."

We came to the village school, a one-storeyed stone building, also thatched, of great architectural beauty. At first sight, I took it to be an ancient building like the Malt House which we passed. I was wrong. "It was built in 1838 as a Church school," Mr Rose said. "In the old days the older pupils were charged 2d. a week and the younger ones 1d. Then there were about 30 children. Today there are over 100." Mrs White, an alderman of Oxford, on whom I next called, told me that the area was exceptionally rich in schools. "Not only is there the very fine new Primary School on the top of Rose Hill, which is of course a part of Iffley, but we are about to build a large new Secondary School.

NEWCOMERS ABSORBED

The strange thing is that in spite of its enormous recent growth Iffley does remain in essence a sort of Cranford. I've only lived here for 20 years, so I'm still really a newcomer, but one thing continues to astonish and delight me and that is the way that all fresh residents merge into the general village community life. We have a Scottish Reel Club, we have country dancing in the school, there is a flourishing Women's Institute, a Women's guild attached to the church, a Rose Hill Residents' Association and all sorts of other societies to bind us together and keep us interested in local affairs.

Miss Banks
Rev. J.H.Dobbs
Miss Banks: "Our greatest need is a new village hall," she says.
The Rev. J.H.Dobbs - a Vicar who lives in a rectory.


PART OF OXFORD


"You have to remember that Iffley no longer has a parish council. In local government we are part of the City of Oxford, but socially, in spirit and outlook we are still a village and proud of it."

I next called on Miss Banks at Malt Cottage, who told me that the W.I. was 120 strong, had an excellent dramamtic group and choir and gave demonstrations of handicraft and travel talks. "The Rose Hill Residents' Association," she added, "also put on socials and plays. I think our greatest need is a new village hall. We do very much enjoy our social life and by no means all of us want to be continually going into Oxford. We find that village life in Iffley completely fills our needs."

FAMOUS CHURCH

At last, at the end of the road, I came to the world-famous church which stands on the crest of a slope in splendid isolation. At the entrance to the churchyard stands a majestic chestnut tree and just inside an ancient yew.

The sight of primroses and white roses in full flower by the churchyard wall at this time of year was as unexpected as it was pleasing. The church itself is lofty, with a stout, square Norman tower, and possesses neither transepts nor aisles nor side chapels. The vestry is in the rectory. The south, west and north doorways are all of exceptional interest owing to the intricacy of the ornate stone carving on the arches.

The west door has no fewer than six superimposed orders. There are four arches of chevron pattern and two of twisted columns with fierce beak-headmouldings, surmounted by the sign of the Zodiac, the emblems of the Evangelists and other emblems.

The south door, which is enclosed by a railing, has even more elaborate ornamentation, which includes figures of centaurs and mounted knights.

IMPRESSIVE INTERIOR

The entrance to the church is by the north door, which is richly carved with zig-zag dogtooth patterns, and inside the church my attention was immediately caught by more dogtooth carving on each of the two lofty Norman arches. The heavy carving in the circular west window is a fine example of 19th-century restoration.

The Norman font, which is square and large enough to admit of infant immersion, has a shining top of black marble. In one of the windows I saw in ancient coloured glass, the armorial bearings of the Dukes fo Suffolk.

It is the simplicity of this noble building that is, I think, its most striking feature. It is certainly one of the finest examples of Norman architecture in the country.

VICAR IN RECTORY

The Rectory, which stands close by, is a vast 13th-century building, with coach-house, stables, half a dozen immensely tall 16th-century brick chimney, long corridors and panelled rooms. According to legend, it is haunted.

I wasn't surprised to learn from the Vicar, the Rev.J.H.Dobbs, that it is scheduled as an historic monument. "What does surprise me," I said, is to find a vicar living in a rectory. How does that come about?" "It goes back to the days," he replied, "when the Archdeacon of Oxford was the absentee rector and put a perpetual curate-in-charge. So though we live in the rectory we remain vicars or curates-in-charge."

"To judge from the recent rate of increase in your parishioners," I said, "I should think that you would need several curates-in-charge." "It does create something of a problem," he replied, "when a parish of 800 suddenly expands to 10,000. The curious thing is that the village itself possesses no chapel. There is a Methodist Chapel on Rose Hill, but in Iffley itself only the church. My business is to get to know each of my 10,000 parishioners and to remind them of their beautiful mother church. My bell ringers (we have six lovely bells) also remind them twice every Sunday of the duty of worship, and everyone I call on is very friendly. We are a very neighbourly lot."

A little further down Mill Lane I called on Mrs. Wyatt who was born in the village and has lived there all her life. "My father" she said, "was Joe Wilson, village schoolmaster, choirmaster and owner of the famous Iffley Mill which attracted so many generations of artists. The original Iffley Mill dated back to before 1160. Our mill was a grist mill and was burnt down in 1908. In those days we were cut right off from Oxford and had to walk as far as Magdalen Road where the horse-trams began. As we lived in the Mill House we spent most of our time on the river.


Mrs. Wyatt

Taking the toll money

Mrs. Wyatt, who thinks all people in the village
resent having to pay a toll to cross the river.
Taking the money at the toll gate.


TOLL DISLIKED

"I think all Iffley people resent having to pay a toll to cross the bridge, but it dates back to the year 1200 when Ralph the bridgekeeper was granted the right to levy a toll. This right was later acquired by Lincoln College who let it off to the keeper of the little sweetshop where they take the money. The owner of that shop is Mr. Gibbs who keeps the post office. Tens of thousands of people pass over the toll bridge in the course of the year and everyone has to pay 1d return. Some years ago they built a free ferry bridge at Donnington, but that is some way up the water. There is a curious tradition about this toll gate. They say that if ever a corpse is carried through, the toll will be broken for ever and it will become a right of way. When someone tried to do this a little time ago the tollkeeper refused to let the funeral party through and they had to take the corpse across the water by ferry. As far as I can remember there was a court case about it.

CELEBRITIES

"There used to be quite a lot of celebrities in Iffley in years gone by. Lewis Carroll's brother, Mr. Dodgson, was curate-in-charge here. Rosina Filippi, the actress, lived here, and the Hon. Mrs.Bertrand Russell. Charles Reade was at school here and Richard Adinsell wrote 'The Warsaw Concerto' in Court House. Our most famous living resident is Sir Alan Gardiner, of Tutenkhamen fame. He lives at Court Place, just behind the church."

I continued my way down Mill Lane past the Manor House with its curious battlements and large verandahs, and Grist House, where the old mill stone stands outside the door, and having paid my 1d toll at Mr Gibbs' sweet shop, and crossed the bridge, where I watched a young man trying to propel an enormous tree that had been swept sown the river through one of the sluices with the aid of a very long boat hook.

BUSY LOCK

Iffley Lock is a very grand affair, complete with rollers, a deep lock, the main river passing over the sluice gates and a solid stone lock-keeper's house built in 1924. Mr Rouse, the lock-keeper, told me that between 2,500 and 3,000 boats pass through the lock each year. "Punts," he said, "are rapidly dying out, and power craft are increasing. Of course, about 100 years ago there was tremendous freight traffic, coal barges and so on - something like 40,000 tons in 1840, I'm told. That's all been taken over by road and rail."

I asked him about accidents. "A few weeks ago, we had to go to the rescue of the Oxford University women's four, who were being swept by the current down to the weir. Men's eights too often get into difficulties because they fail to read the warning and come too far down. It's a strong and dangerous current."


Mr. Rouse

Mr. Rouse, the lock-keeper, busy with an infrequent task - clearing the recent snow from the lock.

SUMMER VISITORS

"We usually have a lot going on. Quite apart from being the starting point for Torpids and Eights, it's a favourite place for bathers and anglers, and in the summer, thousands of walkers make the circular tour down the towpath, over the toll bridge, up to the village and back along the Iffley Road. It's a pity that the fritilliaries, which used to grow in such abundance, have gone, but the poplars and willows still stand, and it's a good sight with all the little bridges and gardens by the waterside."

One of the most remarkable personalities in Iffley today is Edward Cordrey, who has been a member of the church choir for 60 years and spends his leisure going round the district delivering his most fascinating talk on "Bygone days at Iffley." Whenever I raised any question about old Iffley, the answer invariably was: "You must ask Mr Cordrey about that. He is the great authority on old Iffley." "It's true," he said, "that I have a pretty retentive memory, and I've had my finger in most pies concerning the village. I've been secretary of most things in my time."

Mr. Edward Cordrey

Mr. Edward Cordrey, a chorister for 60 years

FORMER SPORTS CLUBS

I asked him first about games. "I used to be secretary of the Iffley Football Club. We had three XI's and played on Beri Mead, the large meadow opposite the lock, but that ceased about 20 years ago. Today Rose Hill have a fine football team, but Iffley has none. "Our cricket team used to play in the field opposite the Tree Hotel, which is now a kale field. That came to an end about 1905. There is a sports ground in Donnington Lane which is rented out to various clubs. Then we had a tennis club attached to the Institute. That was killed by the last war and never revived. Then further back we had our own rowing club and used to enter for the City bumping races. We were known as the Iffley Twisters, but that must have been 70 years ago."

"This all sounds rather sad," I said. "What do the young people of Iffley do about games today?" "I suspect that the majority go into Oxford to watch other people play." "It sounds as if your greatest need is a new recreation ground." "The difficulty is to find a flat field which doesn't run the danger of being flooded."

OLD CUSTOMS GONE

"What about old Iffley customs?" "They have mainly died out, too. One of our great festivals was the Foresters' Club Day held in July, when the Foresters used to march in procession in sashes of red and green silk, with a band that played all day. There was a dinner in a marquee at the 'Tree' and a fair, and in the evening dancing on the green. We all had our Iffley Mummers who blackened their faces and dressed up in paper ribbons to act their play of King George and the Turkish Knight."

"And we celebrated May Day in great style with the election of a King or Queen, a procession in which all the girls wore white dresses with pink or blue sashes and carried wreathes of flowers and the boys carried coloured wooden poles dressed with flowers and ribbons. There used to be about 40 in the procession, including the maids of honour, garlanders, guards, mace-bearers and so on. We had a service in church and a free tea for the whole school in the afternoon. All that's gone, too, though we revived it for the Festival of Britain."

THE NOWELL SCHOLARS

"There used to be a lot of charities. In 1805 Sarah Nowell left money for the free education of children, and the scarlet cloaks of the Nowell scholars added a lot of colour to the village. But this has been allowed to die. In 1678, Alice Smith left money for apprentices, and this has been carried on ever since. I was myself one of these last but out of the last 12 apprenticed from Iffley I believe that only two have stayed in the trade they were trained for."

"I sometimes sigh for the days when the post van was heralded by a bugle and the postmistress used to bring round the letters, but in spite of many unavoidable changes, the appearance and spirit of Iffley remains much the same, and I for one could not have wished to have been brought up anywhere else."