Clissold park stories, both current and historical
Celebrating 125 years of Clissold Park
Clissold Park first opened its gates to the public in 1889. During 2014 we held several events to celebrate its 125th birthday.
On 21 June we held a big party in the park with food, music and lots of activities for children and families. It was a beautiful, sunny day and hundreds of people turned up to join the festivities.
Restoration of the memorial fountain
The park opened on 24 July 1889 so on the exact anniversary, a sunny Thursday evening in July, we gathered to unveil the newly restored memorial drinking fountain which celebrates the efforts of Joseph Beck and John Runtz who campaigned to save the land from development.
The unveiling was carried out by the great, great, great grandchildren of Jospeh Beck and three generations of the family came along to join the party and share the cake. We were also delighted to be joined by our great local poet, John Hegley, who shared a spontaneously composed poem with us:
What used to be where we now stand
Was once a stretch of common land
And there was danger this land could
Be a stranger to the public good.
But Mister Runtz and Mister Beck
Kept private ownership in check
And by the two St. Mary’s steeples
They secured it for the peoples.
In my pram, I knew this park
Not long after Noah’s ark.
We’re here to mark this Clissold Fountain
125 – alive and countin’
As a lasting momento of our celebrations, we restaged two of the more famous photographs from the archive, the gathering on the lawn of the Clissold House taken on the opening day in 1889 and a postcard of the fountain taken early in the 20th century
The final celebration of the year was the spectacular Fireworks Display that took place on 8 November. This was the first public display organised by the Council in over a decade and, despite miserable weather, over 6,000 people turned up to enjoy the entertainments, food and festivities. Many more enjoyed the fireworks from beyond the park gates.
Virgina Woolf comes to Clissold Park (and has thoughts about Clissold Park mothers)
Stoke Newington was a well known place of residence for well-to-do families of Dissenting or Nonconformist religious views, none more so than James Stephen (1758 – 1832), the grandfather of Sir Leslie Stephen, and therefore great-grandfather of Virginia Woolf.
He established home at Summerhouse (now Summerhouse Road), close to Abney House (later Abney Park). His neighbours included Samuel Hoare and his two sons, Samuel Hoare Junior and Jonathan Hoare. It was the latter who had Clissold House built for himself and his family in 1793, which now occupies the centre of Clissold Park, both beautifully restored.
James Stephen, a lawyer by profession, was also an MP from 1808 to 1815, and was regarded as the one of the prime movers of the 1807 Slave Trade Act. His fine tomb occupies a prominent place in St Mary¹s churchyard, as the photograph suggests. His wife Sarah (the sister of William Wilberforce) who died in 1816 is also buried in St Mary’s churchyard.
In her sympathetic but at times critical book about Virginia Woolf, historian Alison Light, recounts the story of the day Woolf decided to visit Stoke Newington to find the graves of her illustrious ancestor. It makes uncomfortable reading, as Light suggests:
In July 1937 Virginia had another of her field days and made an outing to the family tomb of her ancestors in a little churchyard in Stoke Newington, a suburb of North London, far off her usual beat.
She read the inscription put up by her great-grandfather James Stephen, to his friend and brother-in-law William Wilberfoce, who had fought for the abolition of slavery, and then she wandered into the public park, Clissold Park, which abutted the ancient church.
There too was the elegant, white-pillared house to which the Stephens had moved from the noisome city in the late eighteenth century. For a moment she imagined James Stephen studying The Times and his wife cutting roses:
‘now it smelt’, she wrote the next day in her diary, ‘of Clissold Park mothers; & cakes & tea; the smell – unpleasant to the nose – of democracy’.
Virginia had stopped to look at the deer in the park – some said there was a kangeroo – before she went home, despite, or perhaps because of, her observations, much refreshed by all this.
(Alison Light, Mrs Woolf & the Servants, Penguin Books, 2008, pp 254 – 255)
You can easily find the tomb of James Stephen, and from there wander into Clissold Park, just as Woolf did on that day, a day which brought out some of the best of her sympathies and some of the worst of her class anxieties too.
We are grateful to historian Bill Schwarz for bringing this passage to our attention.