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Haworth; a Brontë pilgrimage (The Parsonage)

The Brontë Parsonage and the Old School Room from Church Lane. This view is very similar to how the Brontës would have known it.

My long-suffering husband John was kind enough to take me to Haworth today (hard to drive with a sprained ankle!) I have loved this place since my dear friend Claire got me into the Brontës when we were 8 years old!

There is something special about visiting the home of someone famous. Walking the floors where they once trod, seeing the views from the windows as they did, seeing their furniture and belongings, and faithful recreations of the rooms as they knew them where possible, somehow brings them closer and makes them real. The Brontë Society, who own and run the Brontë Parsonage Museum, have achieved this in spades. For instance, look at the photo below: how many times would the family have opened their door and seen this view (with the garden perhaps a little more productive with fruit bushes)? Welcoming guests, going out to church (the raised stone in the wall marks the site of their gate into the churchyard), visiting parishioners… their daily lives were lived here!

The view of the church from the front door of the Parsonage.

Here is a taste of the Parsonage interior. The rooms are mostly as the Brontës knew them, with as many of their possessions as possible in each.

The dining room, with one of Charlotte’s dresses on the left. The Brontë girls would walk arm-in-arm around this table every evening after supper, chatting and reading bits of their work to each other. Anne was notorious for sitting with her feet on the fender of the fire!
Patrick’s study still retains the piano played by Emily and Anne, and some of his personal belongings. I love the way it looks as though he just nipped out to visit a parishioner or to take a service, and might reappear at any time.
This grandfather clock belonged to the Brontê family and is back in its alcove on the stairs. Patrick would tell his children not to stay up too late, then pause to wind it on his way to bed at 9pm each night.
This tiny room was a couple of feet wider till Charlotte extended the room next door and moved the wall to the right. The servants called it “the children’s study” and much of their earlier imaginings happened here. It later became Emily’s room and contary to the legend that she died on the sofa downstairs, it is now thought that she died here.
Patrick’s bedroom, later shared with his son Branwell who managed to set fire to the bed while in it.

I hope this post has given a little insight into the family’s everyday life. I have only included photos of the rooms which look something like they might have done while the Brontës lived there: some, such as the kitchen, were radically altered by the next incumbent and some are now used to exhibit items.

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