This is from my other blog about our visit to Elinor Jenkins Vaughan's birthplace in 2010. Written before we discovered that she was our first Vaughan in Utah, it should be shared here:
We had intended to visit Stowe Farm where our Jenkins Ancestress Elinor originated, wife of John Vaughan married 1810 in Hay, Breconshire, Wales. We knew from the 1851 Census she had been born in "Stow" a fairly common place name throughout England also spelled as "Stowe." Some on ancestral file had placed her birth in a "Stowe" in Shropshire, but we thought that a bit far off. On old maps of Herefordshire, we found Stow as a part of Whitney Parish within walking distance of Hay across the Welsh border. And we found a matching Jenkins Family with a daughter Elinor in Whitney Parish records.
So we were off to visit Stowe. Knowing it was a private farm, I was hoping to find someone who could give us permission to take some pictures. From my trip journal:
I talked to an old guy I saw burning trash behind a stone wall. I explained what we were doing and asked if we could take pictures of Stowe Farm. He said we would have to talk to a Mr. Lew Price and told us where to find him. But as usual, it was hard to follow or interpret the information so we pulled over in some kind of community center and asked the nice lady who told us to go back and turn left up the next road to the stone house. We got to the turn and there was a man in the road directing traffic off and said we couldn't turn there because of a hundred cows coming down the road. I explained how we were looking for a Mr. Lew Price and he asked what we wanted with him and who had sent us. I explained a little and he had a twinkle in his eye so we figured it was him. He said he would be happy to talk to us but that we would first have to help with the cattle. So I got out to help and he directed my Aunt to a parking spot up the road. He had two young farm workers, maybe sons, with him. When the cows came down the road to the intersection with the Brecon-Hereford Highway, they stood out in front of oncoming traffic waving their arms so I did the same.
|Me, feeling rather foolish (on the wrong side of the road) blocking traffic on the Highway from Hereford|
|Mr. Lewis Price & Me|
|Typical 18th-19th Century Farm Tenant's House, Stowe Farm|
He also pointed out the black and white old Stowe Inn, that would be the one mentioned in the 17th Century arrest report that I got from the British National Archives about a certain Vaughan gentleman in trouble for what we would probably call "disorderly conduct" today for carousing outside the Public House. [no family connection yet established.]
|Tudor Era Stowe Inn, now a private residence|
That's the extent of my journal entry. We did drive by the old stone Farm House where we supposed Mr. Price lived.
|Stowe Farmhouse, Herefordshire near Whitney-on-Wye|
For more on Stowe Farm, the Price Family, and their new local farm store, see here.