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Local History - Great Malvern Cemetery

About some of the graves (page 4)

Memorials recorded in May and July 2016

In May 2016 we visited the cemetery, on behalf of another historian, to find and photograph the memorial to Victor William Price RAF who died in 1917, and, while we were there, we looked for the memorial to architect Edmund Wallace Elmslie, created by sculptor William Forsyth, which had featured in an article in the May issue of the Newsletter of Malvern Museum.

We returned in July 2016 to search for the memorial to water cure doctor Thomas Rayner MD and, while there, we looked for memorials to Rev William Grundy, headmaster of Malvern College, Archibald Weir MD who lived at St Mungho's now Elmslie House on the corner of Albert Road and Avenue Road, and photographer Norman  May, whose burials we had recently transcribed from the cemetery register for the Malvern Family History Society.

Anglican chapel

Path from Wilton Road entrance leading to Anglican chapel

The photo above was taken on the path leading from the Wilton Road entrance to the Anglican chapel. The stone cross in the foreground on the right of the picture is the memorial to Thomas Rayner MD. Further along, where the path next turns to the right, we literally stumbled across the headstone of Archibald Weir MD, lying flat, hidden in long grass.

The grave of photographer Norman May, founder of Norman May's Studio in Church Street, could not be located. At the time of our visit, the grass in the south east corner of the cemetery, where he may be buried, had grown very long, creating a significant risk of tripping on both the uneven ground and unseen stones, thus making it almost  impossible to locate inscriptions except for those near the edges of the path.

Index

Victor W Price RAF

Laurence Henry Holland

Edmund Wallace Elmslie

Richard Cope

John Robert Bartleet

Archibald Weir MD

Thomas Rayner MD

Henry Templeman Speer

Rev William Grundy

Henry Geoffrey Curwen Salmon

Foster family graves

Victor Hume Moody

Victor William Price RAF

Victor William Price was killed in a flying accident in 1917. It would seem his original grave marker has been replaced by a memorial to both him and his nephew Neville Bellamy who died in 1923 aged only 6 years. Click to view their memorial which we have listed on page 2.

Laurence Henry Holland

Next to the grave of Neville Bellamy and Vincent William Price is a touching memorial to teenager Laurence Henry Holland who was a pupil at Malvern College.

Memorial

The inscription, which is based on verse by Rober Louis Stephenson, reads:

Laurence Henry Holland

In whom for 14 years our life was blessed

August 11th 1901 - May 15th 1916

Doomed to know not Winter, only Spring,  a being

Trod the flowery April blithely for a while,

Took his fill of music, joy of thought and seeing,

Came and stayed and went, nor ever ceased to smile

Here a boy he dwelt through all the singing season,

And ere the day of sorrow, departed as he came.

RLS

Laurence's death was reported in the Times on 17th May 1916 thus:

Holland, at Malvern College. Laurence Henry Holland son of the late Capt HC Holland and Mrs Holland. Funeral 10.30 am today (Wednesday). No flowers by request.

Sadly, his father Herbert Christian Holland, Chief Constable of Derbyshire, had died only a fortnight before. The Times had reported on 5th May 1916.

Holland, on 3rd May at Buxton, Captain Herbert Christian Holland, Chief Constable of Derbyshire, aged 57. Funeral at Buxton 3 pm today (Friday). No flowers by request.

Laurence was survived by his mother and three brothers.

Edmund Wallace Elmslie

Click to read about architect Edmund Wallace Elmslie who we have now listed on page 1.

Richard Cope

MemorialThe tall memorial to Richard Cope now lies flat.

The inscription reads:

Sacred to the memory of Richard Cope of Elm Bank Malvern, beloved father of F Haden Cope Vicar of North Malvern, who died 15th Feb 1882 in his 95th year.

Like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season, and in the time of harvest I will say to the reaper, gather the wheat into my barn.

St Matt XIII 30

Richard Cope had been a wine and spirit merchant in the city of Manchester; his second son Thomas Berwick Cope also became a wine merchant; youngest son George Harwood Cope became a Lt Col in HM Army.

John Robert Bartleet

To the left of the footpath approaching the chapel, near the grave of Rev William Povey (numbered 7 on the plan), is a large monument in the form of a cross, which is slightly leaning over.

Memorial

The inscription reads:

In loving memory of John Robert Bartleet of Hillborough, Malvern, who fell asleep August 8, 1902 aged 65 years.

And of his wife Ada Jane

Hillborough may have been one of a number of Victorian mansions in Tibberton Road; can you remember where it was and what it is called now?

John Robert Bartleet was the youngest child of William Bartleet of Harborough House, Edgbaston, and the uncle of Canon Humphrey Middlemore Bartleet (1869 - 1961) vicar of Malvern from 1924 - 1947. His grandfather had founded  a business named W Bartleet and Sons at Redditch which manufactured needles and fishing tackle. The business was continued and expanded by his elder brother Ronald Smith Bartleet, magistrate, and Deputy Lieutenant of Worcestershire. The family business must have been a significant venture as it is mentioned by the Australian Museum of Victoria; see Piesse, J (2008) Robert Smith Bartleet, Needle & Fishing Tackle Manufacturer, in Museum Victoria Collections. At that time Redditch was a major centre for the manufacture of steel needles; the needles were sharpened on a grindstone, and the life expectancy of those sharpening the tips, was greatly reduced by breathing in dust, as was that of men sharpening knives in Sheffield.

We wondered if Victorian families were showing their status by purchasing large memorials for their loved ones.

Archibald Wier MD

Archibald Weir MD has, on the otherhand, a relatively small memorial on the opposite side of the path (numbered 5 on the plan), which sadly has toppled and now lies hidden in long grass. How marvellous it would be if his memorial could be restored.

Memorial

Photo showing location of Archibald Weir's headstone

The burial register records that Archibald Weir, surgeon, aged 65 of St Mungho's, Malvern was buried on 21st May 1894 in plot 1621. The burial service was conducted by Rev George Cosby White, vicar of Malvern Link 1876/77, who became the second warden of the Beauchamp Almshouses and Vicar of Newland (1877 - 1897).

Rev George Cosby White MA born London 1825, educated Trinity College Cambridge died at Clevedon, Somerset on 6th December 1918 aged 93 years.


Memorial

Close up of inscription

Archibald Weir's epitath based on Acts chapter 13 verse 36 reads:

In memory of Archibald Weir MD of St Mungho's Malvern, died May 17th 1894, aged 65 years.

After he had served his own generation

By will of God, he fell on sleep

And of Anna Maria his wife

Died May 22nd 1904, aged 63 years

Archibald Weir had in fact married three times, and so Anna Maria was his third wife. To the right of his headstone, hidden deep in long grass, is a smaller memorial to his second wife Fanny Elizabeth nee Munday who is said to have died of diptheria. Her epitath reads:

MemorialSacred to the memory of

Fanny Elizabeth

wife of Archibald Weir MD

of St Mungho's, Great Malvern

died 4th July 1870

aged 28 years


Archibald had married his first wife, Louisa Abigail Hawkes at Kidderminster in 1855; sadly she died at Malta only a year later. He was then serving with the Highland Garrison in Malta where some casualties of the Crimean War were being treated.

The website of the Regimental Surgeons of the Malta Garrison records:

Louisa Abigail Weir aged 23 years, wife of Acting Assistant Surgeon Archibald Weir was buried at Malta on 29 April 1856 by the Rev Henry Hare, Chaplain to the Forces.

Archibald Weir's story is told on our page about architect Edward Elmslie who sold him St Mungho's, which is a large Victorian residence standing on the corner of Albert Road and Avenue Road. St Mungho's was eventually sold to Lawnside girls' school and renamed the Grove; it has recently been modernised to a high standard and is now known as Elmslie House (see photo below).

Elmslie House

Elmslie House, formerly St Mungho's

Set into the north face of the house is a sandstone plaque containing the lettering

AW

1867

Click to read more about Archibald Weir MD.

Archibald's son, Archibald Munday Weir (1865 - 1910), became a physician and surgeon like his father and worked in Malvern Link.

Thomas Rayner MD

MemorialThomas Rayner MD is buried alongside the path from Wilton Road to the chapel (see number 5 on the plan). He took over running the Hydropathic Establishment following the death of its founder James Wilson MD in 1867, and continued to run the business successfully until his death in 1892.

Click to read Thomas Rayner's story


Henry Templeman Speer

Henry Templeman Speer was the elder brother of merchant Alfred Mile Speer who built Priory Park Mansion and is buried next to Jenny Lind.

Grave of Henry Templeman SpeerHenry and his wife are buried alongside the footpath from Wilton Road to the chapel (numbered 7 on the plan). The inscription reads:

In loving memory of Henry Templeman Speer, of Batsford Lodge, Malvern, eldest son of William Henry Speer of Dublin.

He fell asleep on the 4th December 1903 aged 83 years.

The sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed

Romans VIII.13

Also of Frances Selwyn Speer, his wife, youngest daughter of Rev William Morris MA, incumbent of Wye, Kent, who departed this life November 19th 1910.

There will be no night there.

Rev XXI.23

Henry Templeman Speer had various business interests in Liverpool, but seems to have sold up and retired to Malvern about 1871. The census records Henry and Frances Speer living at Batsford Lodge on the corner of Avenue Road with Imperial Road. The house is still there.

Rev William Grundy

Rev William Grundy, headmaster of Malvern College between 1885 and 1891, died at the school aged only 41 years.

Location of memorial of Rev William Grundy

Location of Rev William Grundy's memorial

His memorial, numbered 4 on the plan, can be found alongside the path running below the cemetery office.

Inscription Rev William GrundyThe epitath on the west side of the base reads:

In loving remembrance of the Reverend William Grundy MA

Headmaster of Malvern College, April 1885 - Dec 1891, who entered into rest December 5th 1891 aged 41 years.

He being made perfect in a short time, fulfilled a long time, for his soul pleased the lord.

WISD IV.13


Epitath to Margaret GrundyThe epitath on the other side of the base reads:

Also in loving rememberance of

Margaret Grundy

beloved wife of the Rev William Grundy

Who entered into rest Feb 25th 1922 aged 68

Then shall the righteous shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their father.

St Matthew 13.43


Memorial Rev W GrundyThe cemetery burial register records that William Grundy, College Master, of the School House, Great Malvern, aged 41 years, was buried on 10th December 1891 in plot 2011; the funeral service was conducted by Rev Dr Isaac Gregory Smith, vicar of Great Malvern 1872 - 1896.

An earlier entry recorded the burial of William's mother Charlotte Grundy, married, aged 75 years, of the School House, Malvern College, on 9th January 1888 in plot 6195. The funeral service was conducted by Rev EH Ball.

William's father died not long after in the December of 1888 and was buried at Richmond; he was Rev William James Grundy who was briefly Rector of Kilvington in Nottinghamshire, and then Perpetual Curate of St James the Less, Bethnal Green.

William's brother James Grundy is described in the 1911 census as a minister, of the catholic apostolic church; he was married with three children born in Chicago, and then living in Liverpool.

At the time of his death William was married with four children and another on the way. Ten years later his wife was still living in Malvern at Heathcote in Thirlestone Road, with her sister Flora Mitchell, and children. By 1911 she was living with her daughter Mary in a house, again named Heathcote, by the sea, at Bexhill.

William and Margaret's eldest son William Mitchell Grundy became a schoolmaster like his father and was headmaster of Abingdon School (1913 - 1957). He too named his home Heathcote.

Tribute

The Malvern Advertiser, Saturday 19th December 1891, published a lengthy tribute:

The late Rev W Grundy

On Sunday evening, December 13th, the funeral sermon was preached in the College Chapel by the Very Rev HA James, Principal of Cheltenham College, whose text was 'A Wise Master Builder' (1 Cor iii 10).

We insert the discourse in full:-

St Paul is speaking of the work he had begun at Corinth during that fruitful eighteen months which he spent there on the occasion when he found the first Christian Church on that uncongenial spot on earth.

 Longer he might not stay, for other work in other cities called him away; and he must leave it to others to build upon his foundation, to finish what he had commenced.

So he felt it keenly when, in his absence from them, he heard that these others were not working on his own lines, were not keeping to the one true foundation which he had laid, were building a superstructure that was unworthy of his beginning. And he warns them, in solemn yet loving words, of the terrible responsibility that lies upon all whose spiritual masonry is untrue, and will not bear the test of time and wear.

Remember what St Paul had had to do; it was to take as it were at random, a number of human souls congregated together in this pleasure-loving city, and to form them into one great living and holy temple for God's Spirit to dwell in, and what he did not only at Corinth but in a score of other cities, that everyone, who aspires to be a spiritual builder, must try to do, be he a statesman, or clergyman, or school-master.

And look how much more difficult his task is than that of an ordinary builder. The builder takes his stones and beams, and sets them one upon another until his building is complete; and if one or another does not fit as he finds it he uses chisel or plane and pares it down until it does. But the spiritual builder has not to deal with stocks and stones but with human hearts; and human hearts will bear no such rough usage.

They must be moulded with all tender and delicate handling, if they are to be compact together into one great whole. Not by force, not by violence and compulsion can these souls of ours be brought into the divine harmony of a true spiritual temple. To drop the metaphor, if a nation, or a church, or a school is by the labour of one who is set over it to be so filled with the spirit of Christian unity and love that every  member of it will do his own duty in his own place. brother helping and supporting brother; each one thinking less of himself than of the body to which he belongs and of the Master who has given him his place in His Church and his mission in the world; then it is necessary indeed not only that he who has to bring about this state of things should be wise, prudent, and skilful, but that he should have a heart that can sympathise with other hearts, that he should know their nobler side the better to cherish and develop it that he should feel towards evil not as a judge does toward crime but as a healer does towards disease, remembering always that in the souls of men the good and evil grow up side by side and cannot be mechanically separated.

Such a man must win others to himself, attract their love and respect and that not simply that he may enjoy them and use them to make his own life happier but that he may draw his brothers to climb with him bravely and cheerfully 'the world's great altar stairs that slope through darkness to God'.

It is an easy thing comparatively to create some sort of feeling of unity. In the worst of schools at the worst of times there is often in the hearts of many of its sons a pride in their School, a love of their House. But that is not enough: this affection this spirit of brotherhood needs placing upon a true basis must spring from a right source.

 Unless right down at its roots and foundations there lies a scorn for what is wrong, and mean and impure, and shifty and false and bad; unless through it and in it everywhere there runs a penetrating love and desire for what is true and strong and clean and generous and gracious and lovable; it might almost as well not exist at all.

No doubt every self sacrifice every act of self surrender for the sake of the body to which we belong, has its value; but that value is intensified a thousand-fold if it is a sacrifice for something nobler than ourselves; best of all is it if it is a surrender to Christ. And there is no higher task in all this world than his who can win his brothers to make it.

You will know why it is that I am saying this and of whom it is that I am thinking. Indeed there is but one thought that fills all hearts here tonight.

He had that secret of all true creators and reformers, that he changed without seeming to change. Living so near to him, having him so close and so accessible it never occurred to you, perhaps, while he lived, to make a hero of him; and now that he is gone you begin to realise what he was to you and to Malvern.

No doubt many things about him will 'leap to light' now, which will help you to form a true estimate of his character; and if tonight I who knew him well,  long before he came to you, who was set over his old school of Rossall (it was full of traditions of him when I went there, though he had left it five years before) who followed his career and enjoyed his confidence at both the schools over which he presided, - if I can contribute anything to such a judgement and above all can do anything to make you follow his example and carry on his work I shall be rendering the last service I can to a man whose friendship I valued above that of most men, and a service to possibly to the College this living temple which he loved so well.

He struck the keynote of his life at school. His schooldays were no pleasant saunter over summer fields like those of some boys. I need make no secret about it for he did not: he was poor, the son of a clergyman who could afford at that time but little to help him at the University. But to the University he resolved he would go and that meant he must not only win an open scholarship at some college there but gain also the one school exhibition in the year when he left Rossall. He had those two aims in front of him from the first. He was over 16 when he went to school and he went there untrained and backward in acquirements, and at entrance he was placed in so low a form that it seemed almost impossible that that he should ever reach the top in time. But it was characteristic of his indomitable will that he never knew what it was to despair or to be beaten.

Every leisure moment (except now and then when he was playing the games which he enjoyed with so keen a zest) was given to his work; and I have heard him say that until the end of the summer term, when examinations were over, he never knew what it was to have an idle hour at school; and he described the utter delight with which in those few bright summer days he would lie in the long grass reading poetry.

And this toil brought its reward. He won the prizes that were necessary to take him up to Oxford and at the end of his career he was a Fellow of his College. Then I asked him to come and help me at Rossall where there was a tough battle to be fought against difficulties within, and prejudices without. He was glad to come to his old school again and that for more than one reason.' I think', he said to me, long afterwards,' if I had stayed on at Oxford I might have got idle'. He was far too active minded a man to have done anything of the sort; but what he felt, I don’t doubt, was that he was more at home in the practical, busy, crowded life of a public school than he would have been in the more purely literary atmosphere of the Oxford Common Room.

It was no drawback to this that his chief intellectual interests were philosophical rather than linguistic. He brought all that strong but subtle intellect – which loved nothing better than to solve some difficult problem, whether it were in  logic or at chess – to bear upon the problems of life and the reading of character.

And so he became a schoolmaster and threw himself at once, in his characteristic way into each and all the varied sides of boy-life: its work, its games, its higher interests. It was at this stage that he was ordained, and neither you nor I probably will forget his sermons – plain – spoken even to quaintness, yet full of thought and force and originality. 'Fellows shan't go to sleep, anyhow, while I am preaching', he said to me once.

After a short two or three years of this work he left us. It was in this year that he took two great steps in his life – his marriage, and his first headmastership. You who saw something of his home circle, know well what the sanctity of domestic life was to him, how the husband and father in him were leading elements of a fuller manhood. I cannot trust myself to speak of this side of him; but you will pray, I know, for the loved and loving wife and the fatherless children who have lost even more than you have.

Nor need I dwell upon his work at Warwick – how he threw fresh life and vigour into a school which he found languishing and depressed, to leave it after five fruitful years, permanently flourishing and prosperous.

Then he came here; not without much misgiving I remember for he was leaving a place where the meed of success was his already, where he had won men's trust and high regard; and he was coming to a new sphere of unknown conditions and untried hazard. But he loved work and delighted in difficulty; and he had his face to the sky always: knew indeed, that

To him who works, and feels he works

The golden year is ever at the doors

I need not speak to you who know it better than I do about what he did for Malvern. Neither you nor I can realise all that he had to face and to go through to win the victory he has won. In disappointment and discouragement often, through misjudgement and depreciation at times, but always in hope, always in faith, always trusting to the future in which he believed, he sowed the seeds for a true success. Through the bitter springtime and the sultry summer of his task he watched and worked; and then just as the golden crop ripened to harvest and he began to gather the fruits of his toil, the sickle fell from his hand and the Master called him to rest.

No need, indeed that I should speak of his work here; you are his best and truest  monument; and on your hearts and minds are written the one the only epitaph for which he would have cared. Yet some of his qualities which enabled him to do what he did I may recall; the spirit of truth-speaking and straightforward honesty which marked him; the loyal faith which bound him to his word; the generous heart which never grudged even to a rival or opponent his meed of praise which never suffered a word of unkindness or depreciation of others to pass his lips, and made him one of those of whom it has been said that:-

Ridicule, against them hurled,

Drops with a broken sting and dies;

Who, nobly, if they cannot know

Whether a scutcheon's dubious field

Carries a falcon, or a crow,

Fancy a falcon on the shield;

(lines by poet Coventry Patmore)

of the liberal hand which (partly doubtless, because he remembered how others had helped him) was open always to render assistance to those who needed it for their start in life; of that blending of a strong will with the gentlest sympathy that made you fear him while you trusted him; of that loyalty to duty, that devotion to his work and the body to which he belonged, which marked him to the very end.

And what is his reward and the outcome of it all? It may be this: years hence a boy will come to this College, of whom when he comes no one can say whether he will be God's servant or the devil's. And one day the choice will come to him in a moment, without warning or preparation, to serve one of these masters or the other, and he will choose for the right, he will swear the soldier's oath that binds him to Christ, he will go out into the world with the stamp of the Christian upon his heart and that because one man, who never saw him, or heard his name, was true to his place and to his duty.

But I only said his reward may be this: I did not say it will be. For that – Masters and Boys of Malvern, let my words sink into your heart of hearts tonight – that lies, in part at least, with you. He is gone; the voice that would have reasoned with you today or next Sunday of righteousness, temperance, and judgement to come is hushed forever. There comes a time of transition and of crisis, a time the most dangerous to all schools, a time when fond memories go back sadly upon the past, when little changes are apt to be resented, when round the new leader the loyalty has not yet had time to form. Remember when that time comes that if you would be loyal to the dead chief, if you would carry on his work indeed, if you would hand on the lamp that he kindled and passed to you, you must be thoughtful and unselfish and vigilant.

You boys who are the oldest and highest – with you mainly it lies now whether there shall be a break or a check in the history of the history of your College, or whether, like your own Severn amid its green meadows, it shall flow on to the eternal sea with ever swelling tide. Prefects and head-boys of this College, I charge you tonight, and I charge you in his name, and in his Master's, to be true to be faithful in these coming months.

I want you tonight, as you kneel by your bedside, to ask the God of your boyhood to grant you to play the man in these days of crisis and of peril. We who cannot help you, but can only pray for your welfare, shall watch with eyes of hope and of trust that on this sudden and gloomy night shall arise a dawn radiant with promise and with light. Make it true once more as has been true a thousand times.

(next para not transcribed)

It was on Saturday morning that the head had been taken from us, but the strain of the work of the last five years upon a frame, which never had perhaps been very strong, had told, and there was a failure of rallying power when the illness induced by a chill, came.

The blow has come with stunning force upon the school, which can hardly as yet realise the loss which it has sustained The strong personality which made itself felt throughout, the sense of justice upon which the boys relied, the readiness to identify himself with the interest of the school in the playground, the self reliance in a school crisis were qualities recognised by all.

As a colleague, men felt that a difficulty could always readily be brought to him, and they felt grateful for the opportunities of access which he encouraged. They felt the liberality with which he judged of others, and the generosity which he invariably acted towards the school.

Few men have so quickly seen the results of their work. Coming at a time of difficulty and when the school was less than 200 boys, the Head Master handed it over to his successor with the numbers over 300.

We must not close these few words without expressing our deep sympathy with Mrs Grundy and the other members of the family upon whom the blow has fallen so swiftly.

Commenting upon the decease of the late Headmaster of Malvern College, Truth says that Mr Grundy was 'an excellent teacher, and he possessed Arnold's capacity for discovering zealous and thoroughly competent assistants'.

 

Henry Geoffrey Curwen Salmon

Memorial, Henry Geoffrey Curwen SalmonWe followed the path from Rev William Grundy's memorial, around the boundary of the cemetery, and found a memorial to another school master (near 4 on the plan). The inscription reads:

Henry Geoffrey Curwen Salmon

Born June 27th 1869

Died June 12th 1933

Assistant Master Malvern College

Bachelor Henry Geoffrey Curwen Salmon was born at Manchester and educated at Merchant Taylors School and Jesus College Oxford. In 1911 he was lodging with two other schoolmasters at Heathcote in Thirlestane Road.

Family

Henry's elder brother Arthur John Balliol Salmon (1865 - 1953) was an artist, becoming a full time illustrator for The Graphic illustrated newspaper in about 1901. He worked for most of the major black and white magazines of his day and was considered by some to be one of the best pencil and chalk artists of period. His works bear the signature 'Balliol Salmon' and a book has been written about him, 'The art of the illustrator - Balliol Salmon and his Work', by Percy V Bradshaw, 1918.

Balliol Salmon has an entry in Who's Who that suggests his father Henry Curzon Salmon (1829 - 1873) was a Barrister, but we have found no evidence of that. The 1871 census records him as a Civil Engineer, and other documents refer to Henry Curwen Salmon FCS FGS as a Mining Agent, who was editor of the Mining and Smelting Magazine, a monthly review of practical mining, quarrying and metallurgy. The abbreviations following his name possibly refer to 'Fellow of the Chemical Society' and 'Fellow of the Geological Society'.

Henry's mother was the daughter of a clergyman.


Foster family graves

Further along (numbered 4 on the plan) you will find graves of the Foster family who were well known sportsmen, as was their father Rev Henry Foster, a house-master at Malvern College. Their graves have recently been restored by Malvern Civic Society

Their inspiring story is told in the publication 'Malvern College, a 150th Anniversary Portrait'  and more can be found on the Foster website.

Foster family graves

Foster family graves


Victor Hume Moody

As we walked from the chapel back to the car park we passed the grave of Victor Hume Moody.

Victor Hume Moody (1896 - 1990) was a significant painter in modern times. He came to Malvern about 1935 to become Head of the Malvern School of Art which had come into being about 1886. The building in Victoria Road still has an art department but is now part of South Worcestershire College.

Victor Hume Moody was Head of the Malvern School of Art between 1935 and 1962.

Memorial to Victor Hume Moody

The memorial reads:

In loving memory of May Olive Moody born 29th September 1898, died 17th March 1984, beloved wife and mother.

and of,

Victor Hume Moody born 10th November 1896, died 27th November 1990, beloved husband and father.

True followers of Christ

Their daughter Catherine Moody (1920 - 2009) became a Malvern artist and, like her father, was a President of the Malvern Art Club and head of Malvern School of Art (1962 - 1980). Her obituary was published in the Priory magazine - it's worth reading, and you should be able to find a copy on the Liss Llewellyn Fine Art website. She was author of 'Silhouette of Malvern' published in 1953, a lovely little book, which inspired us to explore the history and architecture of the houses in Abbey Road.

References

  1. The Times Digital Archive
  2. England and Wales census
  3. Great Malvern Victorian Cemetery, printed by Aspect Design 2013 (a booklet published by Malvern Civic Society).
  4. Oxford Dictionary of National Biography.
  5. Who's who
  6. Malvern Gazette, microfilm archive, at Library
  7. Newseum, a publication of Malvern Museum
  8. Great Malvern cemetery burial register
  9. National Probate Calendar

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