{"id":285622,"date":"2018-08-31T21:04:36","date_gmt":"2018-08-31T21:04:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2018\/08\/31\/molly-leigh-blackbird-witch-3\/"},"modified":"2018-08-31T21:04:36","modified_gmt":"2018-08-31T21:04:36","slug":"molly-leigh-blackbird-witch-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.merindab.com\/private\/2018\/08\/31\/molly-leigh-blackbird-witch-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Molly Leigh – Blackbird Witch."},"content":{"rendered":"

whitedeergirl<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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Molly Leigh\u2019s cottage. Demolished some time in the 1880s.<\/i><\/p>\n

Burslem in Stoke-on-trent is not an enchanted place. It is, I think it\u2019s fair to say, thoroughly disenchanting. The industrial revolution came with it\u2019s china clay and its firing kilns and its rows of narrow, overcrowded terraces, and sooted up the magic, leaving it buried under ash, potsherds and urban sprawl. But once upon a time Burslem marked the threshold between the forest and the moors, a place of fertile farms on rich creamy clay and plentiful springs. And witches.<\/p>\n

Molly Leigh, North Staffordshire\u2019s most famous witch, lived in a cottage in a forest on the edge of Burslem, which is a pretty perfect start to a folktale. \u00a0Born around 1685, she started to establish her witchy credentials very early by virtue of being able to eat \u2018hard crusts\u2019 at only a few hours old, and her preference for suckling animals instead of her own mother\u2019s milk. Which, to be fair, would cause a stir.<\/p>\n

She went on to further disrupt the 17th Century idea of normal by remaining unmarried, being extremely ugly, refusing to go to church, and indulging in, what seems to be, some classic trolling of the local vicar, Rev. Thomas Spencer (a notorious drunk, with no sense of humour). Oh, and she had a pet blackbird, who she conversed with regularly and was considered her closest associate. All of which makes me want to friend her on Facebook immediately.<\/p>\n

The Reverend, however, probably wouldn\u2019t have sent that friend request, as he was her chief accuser of witchcraft; although the whole blackbird familiar wouldn\u2019t have helped. Ms. Molly Leigh responded to this accusation by sending her blackbird to sit on the sign of his favourite pub, The Turk\u2019s Head, which, according to the Rev. made the beer instantly sour and caused the angry inebriate to take to his bed with dreadful and prolonged stomach cramps*. In a fit of revenge, not only did he try to shoot the poor bird, but he also accused Molly of causing him to be drunk for three weeks straight. Yes, it was definitely the witchcraft and definitely not the alcoholism. Case closed.<\/p>\n

Despite the bloodshot rantings of the gun toting pastor, Molly Leigh lived a long(ish) life and died of natural causes around 1746. She was buried in St John\u2019s churchyard in Burslem. Her blackbird outlived her, staying close to her cottage and clearly irking the neighbours. Enter the unsteady Reverend once more, bearing a grudge and not completely sober, he decided to break into Molly\u2019s cottage and catch that darn bird, only to witness the ultimate beyond-the-grave trolling move: Molly Leigh sitting in her rocking chair by the hearth, chilling with her blackbird. The Rev. and his band of doughty men fled in terror.<\/p>\n

And now I want to follow her on Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat.<\/p>\n

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Molly\u2019s tomb in St John\u2019s churchyard.<\/i><\/p>\n

The Reverend, now convinced he was being haunted by the Witch, brought in three vicars from the surrounding areas to help him subdue her feisty spirit. Four Revs to deal with one Molly Leigh. They caught her blackbird, opened her tomb, some say drove a stake through her heart, and then interred the poor bird with her dead mistress. They also moved her tomb so it lay in a north-south alignment and not a christianly east-west. The witch now subdued, the Rev. went on a huge bender and had blackbird nightmares for the rest of his short angry life. \u00a0(Not a part of the original story, but my personal addition to the canon).<\/p>\n

However, what makes Molly Leigh\u2019s story particularly compelling is the fascinating mixture of classic folklore embroidery and hard documentary evidence. She existed. We have a photograph of her home, which was still standing in the late 19th century, and we have the paperwork: her Will has recently entered the public domain, and tells a story tantalisingly close to the folk tale.<\/p>\n

Molly Leigh was single, had a blackbird\/ black bird familiar, lived on her own and was hounded by the local vicar for her refusal to attend church, but what the folk tale doesn\u2019t reveal is that Mistress Leigh was a single and successful business woman and landowner. She sold milk and dairy products, was a hay and straw trader, and even, according to some accounts, ran a sort of village savings bank. She owned not only her house, but houses and land in Staffordshire and Cheshire. She was a working class, powerful, single woman whom the church could not touch; a rare find for those times. Cue the impotent rage of the local clergy.<\/p>\n

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North Staffordshire moorlands. Photo by Baldhiker.<\/a><\/i><\/p>\n

Her legendary status of solitary witch, although necessary for the purpose of storytelling, was it seems, untrue. She may have lived alone and in a fairly isolated cottage but her Will illuminates her worldly connections, and they are all women. She\u2019d previously provided her best friend Alice Beech (perfect name), with a house and land, and not only was this left to Alice in the Will, but a stipend provided to secure Alice\u2019s future and the future of her descendants. She did the same for her mother, aunt and cousins, but excluded, in the strongest possible terms, her step-father (although he is called father-in-law in the will), Joseph Booth:<\/p>\n

\u201cI do hereby expressly order and declare that Mr Joseph Booth, my father-in-law, shall have nothing to do with the rents and profits of the said lands but is hearby utterly excluded and debarred,\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Um, not a fan then.<\/p>\n

She also ensured that the money she left to her cousin Ann was protected from Ann\u2019s husband. A bold and progressive move at a time when men automatically controlled their wives\u2019 finances.<\/p>\n

She also left money enough for Alice Beech to buy forty six-penny loaves each year to feed the \u201cpoor inhabitants and widows of Sneyd and Burslem\u201d<\/i>. Her work for the good women of Burslem did not end there. On the death of her mother, aunt and cousins, she instructed her solicitor to sell her remaining estate and build a hospital for the \u201creception and habitation of the poor women of Burslem\u201d <\/i>and to provide them with food and clothes.<\/p>\n

Yes. An 18th century witch built, what was probably, North Staffordshire\u2019s first women\u2019s shelter.<\/p>\n

And Molly Leigh\u2019s legend lives on. In recent times, 1979, 1987 and 1989, there have been various schemes to renovate the 16th century churchyard of St John, and even remove the churchyard for the expansion of the main road. One hundred and seventeen headstones were eventually moved and the remains re-interred elsewhere, but Molly\u2019s tomb was left undisturbed. Her legend remaining so strong that many of the men selected for the job declined to undertake the work.<\/p>\n

Even today, the story of Molly Leigh is passed down to the next generation, and in a truly classic homage to this iconic local witch, she even has her own spooky rhyme, to be said three times as you circumambulate her uncanny tomb:<\/p>\n

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\u201cMolly Leigh, Molly Leigh, chase me round the apple tree,<\/i><\/p>\n

Molly Leigh, Molly Leigh, you can\u2019t catch me,<\/i><\/p>\n

Molly Leigh, Molly leigh, chase me down all the holes I can see.\u201d**<\/i><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

So here\u2019s to Molly Leigh: business woman, philanthropist, feminist icon and blackbird witch.<\/p>\n

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Blackbird\u00a0Ar<\/a>t.<\/p>\n

*That is a very useful blackbird. I need one.<\/p>\n

** Um, I know. If I had a rhyme named after me that was so off the beat, I\u2019d jump out of my grave and cause trouble, too.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

whitedeergirl: Molly Leigh\u2019s cottage. Demolished some time in the 1880s. Burslem in Stoke-on-trent is not an enchanted place. It is, I think it\u2019s fair to say, thoroughly disenchanting. The industrial revolution came with it\u2019s china clay and its firing kilns and its rows of narrow, overcrowded terraces, and sooted up the magic, leaving it buried … <\/p>\n

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