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The Kendal Bank in the care of Martins Bank Limited, 1967 Image © Barclays
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John Wakefield the first married a Margaret Hodgson who brought
banking connections to add to their wealth, which was fully utilised in the
banking business and not left idle to pass down from father to son. We were
told of the bank lending money on the security of a woollen mill in a time of
depression when many in the town were workless. Margaret Hodgson had the
brilliant idea of employing the local people on the then silent spinning
wheels, thus serving the three-fold purpose of providing work for idle hands,
paying off the bank and putting the borrower back on his feet. Could 1967’s
bankers do better? Among Mrs Gordon’s treasures was a silhouette of Jacob
Wakefield, a son of John the first, and Mrs Gordon recalled his coachman,
Dobson, who as an old man of 92 when she herself was but five years old told
her of a sedan chair used for his master’s transportation within his
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We were also shown a glass case containing old guinea notes,
probably issued on the security of Wakefield land, bearing the symbols of
sheaves of corn, sickle, etc. and showing our affinity to the land from
whence cometh our daily bread. A Day Book
begun in January 1792 and still in excellent condition shows entries of £5. 5s. a fortnight to E. W. Wakefield. Mrs
Gordon’s great grandfather. The banking
business passed from Mrs Gordon’s great, great grandfather. John Wakefield,
to his son Edward William. succeeded by his son William of Birklands and then
by his son Captain E. W. Wake-field, who became Mrs Gordon’s father and
carried on the business jointly with Frank Crewdson after amalgamation with
the Crewdson banking business. She related somewhat regretfully that they
sold out to the Bank of Liverpool ‘there being no male descent to take the reins’. |
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Had things been different we might indeed have been directly
indebted to Mrs Gordon for our annual rises, and her male counterpart might
similarly have been seated with the general management. Mrs Gordon’s memory bridged the gap between past and
present and her hospitality extended to chocolates and cigarettes followed by
a feast of proportions suited to a past day and age, but giving obvious
pleasure to the modern generation. A more
cordial welcome could not have been extended and we hope she enjoyed our invasion
even half as much as we appreciated her kindness, for we have a great regard
for this charming lady whose active mind and keen eye would do credit to many
half her age.
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