Here I am at the family tomb
where Ellen Nussey lies at St Peter’s churchyard. I
haven’t been for a long time and the front and rear graveyards have both run to
long grass. As I approached the tomb there were two ducks waddling about.
They’d have made a good photo but before I could get my camera out they flew back
across the road to the pond. Oh well.
Charlotte was a nervous 14-year-old when she met
Ellen at Roe Head School and the lifelong friendship started. Though
Charlotte’s dad was living on a stipend Ellen’s dad was quite affluent but
there was a meeting of similar minds. The remained friends until Charlotte’s
death. She visited the Parsonage often and got to know Anne and Emily well.
When Charlotte was 22 Ellen’s brother proposed but she politely declined.
She was such a firm friend Charlotte asked her to
accompany her to Scarborough where she was taking her gravely-ill sister Anne
(where she died.) She also asked Ellen to be a witnesses when she married
Arthur Bell Nicholls (bit of a surprise as she thought Charlotte would be a
spinster like her.)
Thankfully Ellen kept lots of letters from Charlotte
and she used them to write her seminal biography The Life of Charlotte Brontë (1857).
Arthur Bell Nicholls - Charlotte's husband - asked Ellen to destroy them after
Charlotte’s death but thankfully she Ellen refused. She died aged 80 at her
home in November 1897 having never
married or had children.
I got chatting to a local lady with a dog who
said a man called Nussey who lived in Australia had
flown over especially to visit a few Bronte locations and call his ancestors
tomb. There must be a few Nussey’s out there still.
When I returned to my car there was a Chinese man asleep in his car with the
window down. He’d hadn’t moved since I’d arrived 15 minutes earlier. There was
a crawling across his face. As I pulled away I beeped my horn to wake him but
he didn’t moved. I hope he’s not still there but then again it's not a bad
place to drop off the perch.
The rear of the church...