There had been a hall at Shipley since at least the 13th
century. It is known that Sir Edward Leche, the Lord of the Manor, built a hall
there in 1630's, a tall gabled house. In 1713 the Hall was passed to Sir
Edward's granddaughter, Hester Miller, who married Edward Mundy, who was part of
the Mundy family of Markeaton.
By 1749, Edward Mundy had pulled down the old Hall, and built
his new mansion. This was itself to undergo major changes:
in 1778/9, a rebuilding programme, designed by William
Lindley of Doncaster, transformed the hall into neo-classical style;
in 1895, the Hall was enlarged by Sir Walter Tapper for the
then owner, Alfred Edward Miller Mundy
the additions at the end of the 19th century included the
Italian Pergola and the Fountain's Walk, with a Cararra marble fountain.
The Miller Mundy's made their money from coal production,
and, in the end, that was to be the downfall of Shipley Hall. In 1922, the then
owner, Godfrey Miller Mundy, sold the estate to the Shipley Colliery Company, a
company set up by his forefathers. Up until this time, the Miller Mundy family
had made sure that the colliery company had left a huge pillar of coal untouched
underneath their Hall, but now the company had no compunction in mining this
seam. Within a short time, the Hall was suffering the major effects of
In 1943 the Hall was demolished, and the Shipley Colliery
Company was nationalised at the end of the second world war. The estate was later
(1970's) bought by the Derbyshire County Council, who established a Country Park
on the site. It is still worth a visit, and many remnants of the old Hall and
the estate buildings are still visible.
Postcard of Shipley Lake, early 20th century.
Another lake view, this one dated 1914
For more views of Shipley Hall and Park, look at the
gallery of old postcards, and the
Seaman stereoscopic photographs.
Godfrey Miller Mundy is not well-regarded locally, being seen
as the person who gave up the family seat, and the local traditions that went
with it. The following is a poem which is attributed to a miner from the Shipley
Shipley Then And Shipley Now
By D.A. Mackie (1924)
On this sheet just over leaf,
youíll find a truthful poem.
And for the truth my job I lost,
so now the streets I roam.
But Iím quite proud of what Iíve done,
for I have made amends,
For deep within my soul I feel,
Iíve made a thousand friends.
Now friendís I hope youíll pardon me,
should you be asked to buy
This sheet whereon a poems wrote,
whose word will never die,
So when youíve bought one,
frame it and hang it on the wall,
For remembrance of the Squire,
and once the glorious Shipley Hall,
And keep this too for a remembrance-
this poem you have bought-
And thinking of the Squire,
donít forget the canny Scot.
BEGONE! Be gone!, the cruel hands
His pits that used to be the best,
That laid to waste these precious lands.
Have suffered also with the rest.
Your actions have aroused humanity
The gangers were but schoolboys then
On seeing this, vast, cruel calamity,
But now itís changed, they need strong men;
The beauty spot is now in ruin,
The gates then were high and wide
And all itís natural state youíve strewn,
But now the ponies tear their hide
For lust of money, worldly gain,
And wagons then ran smooth and fine
It makes one thing that weíre not sane
But now theyíre seldom on the line;
To let your evil hand destroy
The gaffers they have changed likewise,
Godís handiwork we all enjoy.
Their brains they do not utilize,
The rabbits, flowers and bees,
But the deputies are like us lads
The splendid oaks and elm trees.
They canít afford to buy kneepads,
Have now deserted this estate-
For they have lost a lot of power
For scarcely one, has missed its fate.
And just like us theyíre turning sour,
And in these grounds they laid to rest,
Contractors too, look sad and pale,
The workers friend- they loved the best.
And canít afford to buy good ale;
For when alive his joy was aye So
this is Shipley now and then
To give his workers decent pay.
And many thoughts Iíd like to pen
Heís gone, and hundreds feel the blow
But if thereís something Iíve forgot
For when in need to him theyíd go Please,
remember Iím a Scot.
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29 September 2013 12:49