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PAYNE, Frances Mary

Female 1872 - 1930  (58 years)

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  • Name PAYNE, Frances Mary 
    Born 1872  Fulwood, Preston, Lancashire Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Female 
    Reference Number 2161 
    _UID 2899167CA54B4F45B6A1E91563877F821706 
    Died Jan 1930  York Registration District, Yorkshire Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Person ID I2161  Edgoose
    Last Modified 31 Dec 2017 

    Father PAYNE, E. 
    Mother .........., Frances,   d. Aug 1894 
    Family ID F1198  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family HINCHCLIFF, David,   b. 21 Sep 1870, Sheffield, Yorkshire Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 26 Nov 1962, Lytham St. Annes, Lancashire Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 92 years) 
    Married 10 Oct 1900  Preston, Lancashire Find all individuals with events at this location 
     1. HINCHCLIFF, David Gordon,   b. 3 Mar 1903,   d. 1986, Alderbury, Wiltshire Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 82 years)
     2. HINCHCLIFF, Margaret Kathleen,   b. 23 Apr 1905,   d. 1988, York, Yorkshire Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 82 years)
     3. HINCHCLIFF, Frances Joyce,   b. 26 Jul 1907, Alton Registration District, Hampshire Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 12 Apr 1996, Barrow in Furness, Cumbria Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 88 years)
     4. HINCHCLIFF, Alice Christine,   b. 1910,   d. 16 Oct 1985, Hobart, Tasmania, Australia Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 75 years)
     5. HINCHCLIFF, John Douglas,   b. 20 Jul 1914, Chester Registration District, Cheshire Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 1977, Southwark Registration District, Greater London Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 62 years)
    Last Modified 11 Jul 2016 
    Family ID F935  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

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    Date: Circa 1903

    She married David Hinchcliff (1870-1962), the son of Alice Edgoose (1842-1880), at Preston, Lancashire, on 10 October 1900.
    It has been suggested that the baby is David Gordon Hinchcliff (1903-1886).

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    HARRIET RIGGALL formerly COCKER nee EDGOOSE (1958-1916)

    5 APRIL 1916


  • Notes 

      The birth of Frances Mary PAYNE was registered in 1872.
      (GRO September Q 1872 Preston 8e 626)

      At the time of her marriage to David HINCHCLIFF at Moor Park Wesleyan Chapel, Preston, Lancashire, on 10 October 1900 she was a nurse of Fairthorn, Lower Bank Road, Fulwood, and daughter of Edward PAYNE, a florist. Witnesses were Edward PAYNE and Harriett (sic) RIGGALL.

      From the 1911 census of Long Clawson, Melton Mowbray, Leicestershire:
      David HINCHCLIFF, head, aged 40, Wesleyan Methodist Minister, born at Sheffield, Yorkshire;
      *Frances Mary HINCHCLIFF, wife, sged 37, married 10 years, 4 children of whom 4 living, born at Fulwood, Preston, Lancashire;
      David Gordon HINCHCLIFF, son, aged 8, born at St. Ives, Cornwall;
      Margaret Kathleen HINCHCLIFF, daughter, aged 5, born at Alton, Hampshire;
      Frances Joyce HINCHCLIFF, daughter, aged 3, born at Alton, Hampshire;
      Alice Christine HINCHCLIFF, daughter, aged 1, born at Long Clauson, Leicestershire;
      Laura BURKETT, visitor, aged 53, householder of private means, born at Langham, Lincolnshire;
      Ethel Jane BAXTER, visitor, aged 33, dressmaker on own account at home, born at Highgate, London NW;
      Lucy GOODBOURN, servant, aged 16, general servant (domestic), born at Nether Broughton, Leicester.

      Margaret HINCHCLIFF wrote the following in a letter to her niece Wendy HELMS dated 23 November 1980:
      "Now to the mother side:
      When father and his sister returned with Auntie HARRIET, father went to college and Mamie went to the Sheffield Royal Hospital to train as a nurse. Mother went about the same time and they were, I believe, fairly friendly. Mamie, having completed her training, was being married in July 1900. Mother was invited to her wedding, and, strangely, she was invited to the wedding of another of her friends on the same day. By chance, or how do we know?, Mother chose to attend Mamie's wedding in Alford, and there she met Father. They were immediately attracted to one another, were engaged in six weeks and married in the October, just three months after Mamie's wedding. Thence to the Gold Coast.
      Mother was a lively, good-looking and very talented person, with a very warm personality. Wherever we went to live, Mother was immediately welcomed into the inner circle of chapel and was straight away up to her eyes in Bazaar work, sunday school work, concert work, etc. while father, of course, met the important folk of the circuit.
      Mother having been trained as a nurse, was often in demand to go and nurse poorly folk. As a little girl I can remember standing speechless, I suppose with joy and pride, to see her in her blue dress with starchy white apron, ready to stay overnight with some poorly person. People used to come to her, too, and I can well picture now the butcher's boy with a badly cut thumb. Blood was dripping onto the tiled kitchen floor and Mother bade me get along with rolling the bandage, and stop watching the drip drip of the blood. A sudden thought strikes me that the bandages would most likely be torn from an old clean sheet, and that was why I would have to roll them!!!
      Mother had a sweet singing voice and played the piano really quite well. Always on sunday evenings we sang hymns round the piano, and on many a winter evening we sang songs like "Past eight o'clock and it's bed time for Dolly", and "Come in you naughty bird, the rain is pouring down!", ending with "I'm sure I do not care, said the sparrow on the tree!" we progressed to the Scottish student's song book and simple Gilbert and Sullivans. It is many years ago, but the memory remains of a warm, happy singing circle of fellowship.
      Mother was gay and happy, at least, if she was not happy, she hid it well from the family. Auntie Harrie died in 1917 from cancer. I recall very clearly that, the letter telling of her death arrived by the afternoon post, while we were all sitting round the table at tea. Mother read the letter while handing it to Father, she quietly removed a tear from the corner of her eye before telling, in a perfectly calm voice, us all about Auntie Harrie, of whom we were very fond.
      I think, had it not been entirely frowned upon in those days, Mother would have "whistled while she worked". She was clever with her hands, making clothes, including "tailored" coats for all of us, and even modelling our hats. She loved gardens and gardening; her father (grand-pa to me) had two nurseries on the outskirts of Preston, and he specialized in roses and tomatoes. To stand in the doorway of one of his long glass houses, where he grew his roses, and just breathe in their perfume, was, even to my childish nose, sheer joy. I still find the perfume of a rose both heady and evocative.
      Thinking back again, Mother was in the forefront of the ideas of her time. She dressed Al. Joyce and me in little gingham frocks with knickers to match, while all other little girls were still wearing frilled petticoats and frilled knicks under their much more elaborate dresses. She had our hair cut like little boys, in order to control the infestation of head lice - "sniggers" was our family name for them!
      We had always wholemeal bread in the house which Mother made herself. She encouraged the plentiful eating of fruit, and for several years, she ran a vegetarian routine for the family. She was very interested in the suffragette movement, and used to talk to me about why she wanted to vote and why she thought that all women should have the right to vote. as you probably know, women were not enfranchised in this country until 1928. Later, she became a very active member of the National Council of Women, and a coval one too, going to their conferences as a delegate. On the whole, I would say that she was a pretty vital person. Father had eyes for no one else, he truly loved her and was content to allow her to be the prime mover in all family concerns, including bringing up us children. I think I would say that they balanced each other beautifully, and so provided a very secure, wholesome family circle in which we grew up.
      Here, I think is the answer to your question about moving so frequently during our childhood. We went as one warm, loving family, so that where we went, or lived didn't really matter very much. Perhaps it even helped me to learn that people matter more than places or things.
      Mother, Frances Mary, died in January 1930. Her mother, Frances PAYNE, died in August 1894, and her mother, Fanny WREN, died in Feb. 1883. This is the direct link with Sir Christopher Wren, in fact mother's brother was called Christopher Wren PAYNE. I know absolutely nothing of Grandpa's line and family except that his name was Edward PAYNE and that he was born in "Confluence Cottage", which then stood at the junction of the rivers Severn and Avon. He was also an eminent Freemason in Preston and was a quiet, kindly gentleman, as befits a grower of roses!"
      (For the first and last part of this letter, see David HINCHCLIFF 1870-1962).

      An Obituary of Harriet RIGGALL written by F.M.H. on 5 April 1916:
      "Her sun is gone down while it was yet day." Jer.XV.9.
      Yea, I am even constrained to say that tho' recent records have it the (sic) Mrs. Marmaduke RIGGALL "passed on" at the age of 57 - "her sun is gone down while it was yet day"
      To the church in which she has so faithfully worked and worshipped, to the town in which much of her later life has been spent in loving labour and ministry, to the number of sad and lonely, wandering or wasting lives to whom she has been sunshine and salvation her loss has come indeed "while it was yet day" To those of her own kith and kin her loss is irreparable.
      Does Methodism realise how much deep, silent, heart searching work is done by its faithful women? Having known and loved Mrs. RIGGALL for many years I say with confidence - she was the sweetest woman I ever knew - she was the most unselfish and the great unceasing love of her for Christ's Kingdom and "His little ones" was the finest type of Home Missionism one need wish to see.
      Do our Home Missioners know that the first years of her married life to Rev. M. RIGGALL were spent busily nay stressfully as wife of the Superintendent of the Devon and Dorset Mission where to the number of young evangelists living in the house she was a wise and tender friend. Later she occupied a similar position in the then newly formed North Derbyshire Mission. Her great loving motherheart was always discovering the lonely soul or the needy body and her home mission work was done in prayer and practical help every day. I never knew a day on which she did not speak gentle words of help and advice or do some kindness to someone.
      Her later years have been spent in Alford where her many good works and her wonderful "every-day" life have won for her undying regard and love and where her sweet and eminently practical influence will be felt always, for such great gifts as she brought to bear on the folk she met and on the folk she never met but influenced none the less leave their mark and the beautiful spirit seen in all her work must spread in ever widening circles and will be there for future generations. Many a Khaki boy here and yonder will grieve for her loss, for she has known and loved many of them for years and her heart was overflowing with love and gratitude to the "boys" who are standing between us and untold sorrows.
      She truly loved all mankind and her faithful, unwavering prayer gathered much of the wayward, sinning world into her heart and life. To her no human being however degraded and lost to the casual observer or even to many a church worker was without a gleam of soul and I have known her watch and prayerfully tend that same faint streak of soul for months, nay years -never losing hope and always gently leading up to the moment when she might say a word for her Master - having said which she always followed up with practical loving help & counsel. This all in her "every-day" unseen by most, unthought of by many for she was essentially a "home-maker" and her home claims were many and left her little leisure for big outside events.
      She could see in every tiny child the germ of a great future. She refused to see the possibilities of smallness or meanness. She yearned over the wee ones whose home life was not conducive to the greatness of every soul. I have heard her after words of helpful comfort to a tired mother say "Give that child all the happiness you can and take great care of him - he may be Prime Minister some day".
      She wrote the most wonderful letters to those she knew were in the dark or crushed beneath a load of sorrow or just tired - oh! her sympathy and discerning love for the tired folk in the world was very wonderfully enveloping (sic). How many of our Ministers' wives perhaps especially those who were just starting the manse life have lost a sympathetic and kind helper.
      Her insight and faculty for seeing below the surface was very great. Having paid a call with her to a refined home where an afflicted mother was just "holding on" for a while and the sad, proud father also "waiting" I noticed a beautiful daughter brilliant and charming yet somehow beneath it all with a yearning wistfulness towards Mrs RIGGALL. I found she was a frequent visitor having seen among other things that young girl's soul was aching for God and His love and that somehow she was adrift & her young pride was struggling towards the planes of "Higher Thought". Mrs RIGGALL deftly & tenderly handled that soul & showed her the way back to the Father's love - she was not lost only humanly wayward, but her soul must be anchored and it was in these quiet unnoticed paths that she did so much work and her innate culture and refinement made her a delightful helper to those boys and girls so sensitive to criticism or any sort of publicity
      Her daily life and work has a left a deep impress on the Alford branch of the British Women's Temperance Association, her kindly gentle manner and true sense of hospitality making Malta House her Alford home a truly restful rendezvous for the meetings of the Association.
      Her home was always a haven of rest to Methodist ministers and their wives and if ever she could give a holiday by the sea to a family whose prospects of obtaining one otherwise were very faint - she would do it in her quiet unostentatious manner and give much helpful advice on "settlin in". I cannot refrain from quoting an instance I shall always consider most womanly and thoughful of her kindness.
      A garden party was to be given to which she knew the busy, careful mother of a family of small children was invited and for which occasion she knew the mother had "nothing to wear". In a a very sweet way she discovered that a new frock was to be purchased of the most serviceable type, economy being a pressing virtue in that family and without saying a word to anyone a very nice piece of real lace was sent direct to the lady hoping it would just prove useful and acceptable. Only a womanly woman could have done it and only a womanly woman could appreciate the tact and delicacy of the action.
      To a busy mother of young children she wrote "I am of course greatly interested in the sayings and doings of your precious bairns. I think of you in your busy rush, - it won't last long so get all the joy out of it there is in it and fill all the young souls with happy memories they will purify and sweeten life for them and for their children as the years roll on"
      She has suffered much bodily pain during these last eighteen months and felt very deeply the cruelty and needlessness of loss of young lives in the war - nevertheless she has gladdened and cheered the heart of many a soldier boy away from home and feeling the world an empty place with his home out of the picture.
      Recently she heard from a doctor of a soldier laddie back from the trenches who seemed sick and ailing and "ready to die". She asked what was wrong and was told "oh he needs a good hot bath and a comfortable bed for two or three days". "Send him along Doctor" she replied "he's some mother's son" and tho' she was too ill to give him the personal attention it was given at her bidding and with her advice.
      To within two hours of her "passing on" she was thinking and planning for her dear ones and left tender inspiring messages to the church at Alford and to the "British Women".
      Do not many of our readers remember the dainty little lady her humoursly (sic) gentle eyes shining from beneath the unusually generous brow, her lips always asmiling - I never saw an unkind look on her face - the dainty colour always in the happy face framed in snowy hair. Have not many of us seen her draw up her pony carriage to speak a glad word to a happy, young girl, to a busy, hurrying woman, to an old road mender - always seeing the approach or nearness of each tho' maybe engaged in earnest conversation with an occupant of the pony trap. Did ever any of us see her among her Crimson Ramblers, her Dorothy Perkins, her beautiful blue delphiniums? she loved her garden and all nature.
      Yes i"it was yet day" when she left us - so many empty hearts left behind, so many she could have filled & comforted. I say with confidence and with a sore heart - if Harriet RIGGALL could have been left us for 30 years more Oh! how much the richer would this old world have been - yet - we read - her own words
      "Praise my heart and tongue shall give
      Long as here on earth I live;
      Life may cease, no death I see;
      Glory crowns His grace in me!"
      We write lovingly again her words "Fulfilled April 5th. 1916

      The death of Francis M. HINCHCLIFF aged 57 was registered in 1930.
      (GRO March Q 1930 York 9d 30)

      (revised 13.03.2009)