Enos Jackson b. 9 Mar 1847 North Ormsby, Lincolnshire d. 18 Feb 1940 Randwick, Stroud, Gloucestershire: The Craxford Family Genealogy Magazine

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Name	Enos Jackson
Relationship	with George William Craxford
Born	9 Mar 1847	North Ormsby, Lincolnshire
Christened	16 Mar 1847	North Ormsby, Lincolnshire
Gender	Male
Residence	1851	North Ormsby, Lincolnshire
Residence	1871	(45), Hill Top, Welton le Wold, Lincolnshire
Occupation	1871
Occupation	General domestic servant
Residence	1881	(22), The Grange Yard, Codicote Road, Welwyn, Hertfordshire [1]
Occupation	1881
	Domestic servant and gardener
	He was working for Edmund Smythe a retired colonel from the Indian Army.
Residence	1891	(127), Theescombe, Minchinhampton, Stroud, Gloucestershire [2]
Occupation	1891
Occupation	Gardener
Residence	1901	Upper Lodge, Wheatenhurst, Stroud, Gloucestershire [3]
Residence	1911	Acre Place, Puckshole, Randwick, Stroud, Gloucestershire [4]
Residence	1939	5, Falkner Street, Gloucester, Gloucestershire [5]
Died	18 Feb 1940	Randwick, Stroud, Gloucestershire
Buried	Aft 20 Feb 1940	St John the Baptist Church, Randwick, Stroud, Gloucestershire
Person ID	I7561	Extended Craxford Family \| The main Craxford branch RED pages I5 (James Ernest Craxford) + I77 (Arthur Craxford)
Last Modified	13 Mar 2016

Father	Zaccheus Jackson, b. 24 Nov 1800, Gayton le Marsh, Lincolnshire , d. 20 Oct 1855 (Age 54 years)
Mother	Elizabeth Kirkby, b. 2 Oct 1806, Welton le Wold, Lincolnshire , d. Yes, date unknown
Married	27 Jun 1825	Tetney, Lincolnshire
Family ID	F7173	Group Sheet, Family chart

Family Caroline Craxford, b. 5 Jan 1844, Gretton, Northamptonshire , d. 11 Dec 1916, Randwick, Stroud, Gloucestershire (Age 72 years)

Married 20 May 1873 St James Church, Louth, Lincolnshire [6]

Children

	1. John Robert Jackson, b. 28 Apr 1874, Welton le Wold, Lincolnshire , d. 3 Feb 1951, Stroud, Gloucestershire (Age 76 years)
	2. Gertrude Jackson, b. 8 Aug 1875, Welton le Wold, Lincolnshire , d. 18 Jul 1953, Whipps Cross Hospital, Leytonstone, London (Age 77 years)
	3. Carrie Jackson, b. 10 Nov 1876, Welwyn, Hertfordshire , d. 13 Mar 1959, Ham Green, Easton-in-Gordano, Somerset (Age 82 years)
	4. Ethel Jackson, b. 21 Jan 1879, Welwyn, Hertfordshire , d. 17 Jan 1970, Stroud Hospital, Stroud, Gloucestershire (Age 90 years)
	5. Lydia Jackson, b. 21 Oct 1881, Welwyn, Hertfordshire , d. 17 Oct 1970, Chard, Somerset (Age 88 years)
	6. Ernest Jackson, b. 15 Mar 1883, Welwyn, Hertfordshire , d. Apr 1883, Welwyn, Hertfordshire (Age 0 years)
	7. William Jackson, b. 5 Jan 1885, Welwyn, Hertfordshire , d. 22 Mar 1947, Birmingham, West Midlands (Age 62 years)

Photos

Enos Jackson and Caroline Waterfield Craxford

BMD Certificates

MC: Claypole, Caroline (1873) and Enos Jackson
She was born Caroline Craxford. Her first husband, Jessie Claypole, was killed in a railway accident

Last Modified 12 Mar 2016

Family ID F7168 Group Sheet, Family chart

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	Born - 9 Mar 1847 - North Ormsby, Lincolnshire
	Christened - 16 Mar 1847 - North Ormsby, Lincolnshire
	Residence - 1851 - North Ormsby, Lincolnshire
	Residence - 1901 - Upper Lodge, Wheatenhurst, Stroud, Gloucestershire

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Photos » Slide Show		Enos Jackson Husband of Caroline Waterfield Craxford
		Enos Jackson Admiring the garden
		Enos Jackson A portrait aged 83

Headstones

HS: Jackson, Enos and Caroline
She was born Caroline Craxford.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
OUR DEAR PARENTS
CAROLINE JACKSON
DIED 11 DEC 1916
AGED 72 YEARS
ENOS JACKSON
DIED 18 FEB 1940
AGED 92 YEARS
RE-UNITED

Newspaper Cuttings

Reminiscences of an Uncertificated Bee-keeper
In the year 1870 I first had my attention called to bee-keeping, and I have not forgotten that time and the many muddles I got into. My employer had a few bar-frame hives, also a few skeps, given him by his brother with other bee-furniture. Now neither he nor I understood bees, but after reading a little and asking a few questions we commenced to do our best. We thought it would be desirable to get a straw skeppist to give us a lesson on hiving. We had not to wait long before out came a swarm, which settled on the end of a high tree. Of course, as in duty bound, I rang them with door-key and shovel. When the bees settled I went for my friend to hive them for us, but he being from home I had to return without him. I just arrived in time to see the swarm take wing across a red-clover field. We followed them all the time sounding the timbrel, but I found, charm I never so wisely, that they would not settle, and they were soon lost to my sight. After this I determined to try to hive the next swarm myself. I had not long to wait before out came another lot, which settled up in a yew-tree. I donned the bee-dress, a thing like a sack with sleeves in a piece of gauze that covered the eyes. I now, armed in my coat of mail, hailed a man in a field close by, of whom I was told that either his mother or grandmother did keep or had kept bees. So, of course, I expected him to know something about the process. Well, he pronounced me all right. So I mounted the ladder, skep in hand. I commenced to shake the tree and the bees all over myself and the skep; and didn't I shake too, expecting every minute to be stung! But by some means I undoubtedly got the queen, for in a very short time all were safe. This lot I did not ring, as I could not see the reason of it, but a friend of mine took me to task over this. He maintained the bees had a certain music of their own, and the ringing caused certain vibrations in the air and confused the bees and made them settle. He said he had a gong made for the purpose of ringing down his bees.

Well, the time came to take the honey, so my employer and I held a council of war as to how we were to proceed. We had read about smoke, but how it was to be applied we knew not. However, we rolled up some brown paper like a huge cigar, lighted it, and attempted to blow in the smoke betweenthe hive and the super, after raising the super with a screw-driver; but I don't think we got a whiff into the hive. Then and there they commenced a fierce battle. One bee landed a sting on the bridge of my nose. I retired, and on looking up saw my employer in full retreat with the enemy furiously pursuing with fixed bayonets. He pulled off his coat and cut some curious capers; he was soon lost to my sight. I made my way round to the kitchen. I was told that salad-oil, vinegar and soda, also the blue-bag, were all good things. I tried the lot, but my poor face enlarged so that I looked as though I had neuralgia; and what with blue and oil I had a very comical appearance, but in the morning my appearance was that of a fat pig.

Oh, if that cook had let things alone we might have been saved a deal of trouble, as it appears that, amongst the gifts of my employer's brother was a smoker, one of those you blow with your mouth, until your lips are very much swollen, and eyes the appearance of your having ophthalmia. This article the cook claimed as having some connexion with a sausage-machine. Five or six years after, when lighting my new smoker she told me she had a thing like that in the kitchen, but she could never make it do its work properly, so she had to put it aside. This I examined, and found the name of 'George Neighbour & Sons' on it.

After this I read everything I could about bees, Langstroth amongst the rest. Thinking I knew something about bees more than I did previously, I volunteered to drive some for a friend. He thought very highly of my abilities. I, armed with my smoker and veil, went to work. After I had given a few whiffs to the bees I turned them up, carried them on to a gravel path (my friend the meantime standing behind a bush). After pinning on my top hive (for open driving) I commenced to drum and the bees to sting. Now I had on a very thin pair of trousers, and, stooping down, gave the bees a fine chance to sting my legs, and sting they did, but I didn't tell my friend, or he might have thought less of my abilities. After this I thought over the matter to see where I was wrong, and soon succeeded beyond my expectation.

About this time a certain County Association held its show. This nearly sent some of my neighbours off their heads. What with 2s. 6d. a lb. for honey, and one hive yielding 90 to 100 lbs., as the man in the bee tent told them, set everyone on fire, and I, too, caught the fever. Every night after a hard day's work I went to some meeting, to the loss and neglect of my own bees. One of my new pupils, seeing how much my time was occupied, thought he would try and manipulate himself. He had seen me use my pipe to smoke his bees, and he thought he could do the same. He had been a non-smoker, and his system not being charged with the narcotic, told on his brain. He had to leave the hive as it was, but before he could get far he reeled, and the ground met him before he thought of it. He again tried to walk, and managed to get into the greenhouse and lay on the stage. A friend just dropped in, and with a great deal of telling believed his story at last. (This was rather a curious predicament, for being a total abstainer his friend seemed to doubt his word.)

I now gave lessons to a clergyman. He, of course, took to it quickly, and thought he knew all about it, so he found amongst his flock an old straw-skeppist, a regular brimstoner, whom he persuaded to let him drive his bees. The night being fixed, we went. He was boiling over with enthusiasm. The old man said he knew he could not do it. It was no use me trying to tell his reverence anything, so to work he went, and before he was ready first his veil was badly fitted, then honey all sealed over bees had not time to gorge before he turned up the hive, and the bees went at him left and right. Now see his reverence cut some capers, first under this bush, now under that; at last he made across the old man's potatoes, over the carrot-bed, through the pea-row, over the gooseberry-bushes, round the house, the old man chuckling, 'They've got ye, they've got ye! I told you he could not do it.' And I still remain ____ UNCERTIFICATED.

Article from The British Bee Journal: March 8th 1888 Page 132-133

Sources

[S34] 1881 English Census, RG11 1428 Hatfield Welwyn 45 5 (Reliability: 3).
[S17] 1891 England Census, Stroud Minchinhampton RG12/2027 74 19 (Reliability: 4).
[S19] 1901 England Census, RG13 2433 Wheatenhurst Frampton 30 1 (Reliability: 3).
[S284] 1911 England Census, Stroud Stonehouse RG14PN15349 RG78PN929 RD327 SD1 ED6 SN119 (Reliability: 4).
[S443] 1939 UK Register, RG101/5045J/002/13 (Reliability: 3).
[S4] England and Wales, Civil Registration Index: 1837-1983, Louth 7a 1327 (AMJ 1873) (Reliability: 3).

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