Christmases At Beedon As Described in Mr Woodley’s Journals

Christmas is once again upon us, so I thought it would be a pleasant diversion to revisit Christmases at Beedon as described in Mr Woodley’s journals. The passages below are taken from his writings both in the British Bee Journal and the Bee-keepers’ Record.

Christmas Cards

I have seen many times on Christmas cards the old-fashioned straw skep or beehive figuring amongst the illustrations, but never in a single instance the modern frame hive, loaded with snow. On more than one occasion I have wished for a ‘Kodak’ so that I could snap a view of my apiary when the row of hives have been laden with with snow, and have taken friends to see the unique vision of a snow laden apiary. I am sure the view would inspire lovers of the beautiful in Nature with enthusiasm if they could share in the view.

Woodley, W. (1890). NOTES BY THE WAY. British Bee Journal, vol. 18: p.611.
A Winter Scene Of A Cumberland Apiary Circa 1909 - British Bee Journal
A Winter Scene Of A Cumberland Apiary Circa 1909 – British Bee Journal

Christmas Weather Lore

The old bee-keepers of yore used to look forward to a good bee season if the sun shone on Christmas Day, also a good fruit crop, especially after a poor season’s crop the previous year.

Woodley, W. (1919). PRACTICAL NOTES. Bee-keepers’ Record: A Monthly Journal Devoted to Practical Bee-keeping, vol. 37: p.3.

An old rhyme on Christmas falling on a Thursday, says: —
‘If Christmas Day on Thursday be,
A windy winter ye shall see;
Wintry weather in each week,
And hard tempests strong and thick.
The summer shall be good and dry,
Corn and beasts shall multiply.
The year is good for lands to till,
For bees to swarm and hives to fill!’

Woodley, W. (1891). NOTES BY THE WAY. British Bee Journal, vol. 19: p.19.

White Christmases At Beedon

Were Christmases were whiter at the beginning of the twentieth century?

Christmas Weather. — The Hampshire hills in the distance, as viewed from my window, are of the old-fashioned Christmassy type. The green glades are encrusted with snow, and the thermometer outside my house registered 10 deg. of frost this morning, affording the boys a happy time sliding on a roadside pond, the ice of which is strong enough to bear them. The apiary bears the aspect of a great lone land, but as all stocks are packed snugly away for winter, one’s mind is at rest so far as the bees’ welfare is concerned.

Woodley, W. (1908). NOTES BY THE WAY. British Bee Journal, vol. 38: p.522.
Boys Skating On Frozen Pond like Christmas at Beedon.
Boys Skating On Frozen Pond

Christmas Card Scene

The weather at present is of the kind we associate with Christmas; in fact, the landscape is one vast Christmas card — every bough and twig incrusted with rime. Fortunately, we have had no heavy fall of snow, so that, with frost and dry weather, our roads are in good condition, and skaters are looking forward to a good time, as are also the children with the prospect of sliding.

Quietude reigns in the apiary, not a bee venturing forth even when the sun shines on the hive-entrance except when disturbed by the tits, which are again to the fore in their usual numbers, and busy, as usual, devouring the bees as opportunity occurs. On the top of one hive I counted twenty-seven stings which “Thomas Tit” had extracted and wiped off his beak in one afternoon. Now, if these stings were from dead bees, I ask, Would there have been enough moisture left in the dead carcasses so that the extracted stings should adhere to the wood cover of the hive? I myself believe the tits prefer to be their own butchers rather than act as scavengers in clearing up the dead bees off the ground.

Woodley, W. (1901). NOTES BY THE WAY. British Bee Journal, vol. 29: p.511.

The Meaning of Christmases At Beedon

The near approach of Christmas Day, the time of the reunion of friends, brings memories of those who were with us a year or two ago, and throws a somewhat melancholy shadow over the coming festival for us older people; but to the younger members of our families the season is one of joyous brightness, full of hope and pleasant anticipations; and we of older growth must not forget our duty lies in trying to make Christmas as joyous as we remember it was of yore when we were in the green leaf of youth.

Woodley, W. (1909). NOTES BY THE WAY. British Bee Journal, vol. 37: p.505.

And so we have reached the shortest day in the year. Tomorrow we start on the lightening process of time; every day will be longer, and our hopes will revive also. We shall be leaving the dull, dark days behind, and yearning for the good time coming. For the next fortnight, however, the many will be full of enthusiasm over Christmas and the New Year. These dual festivals remind us of the brotherhood of man, when hand clasps hand among fellows and we exchange good wishes and the usual compliments, while the bells and the carol-singers renew the angelic song of “Peace and goodwill towards men.”

Woodley, W. (1905). NOTES BY THE WAY. British Bee Journal, vol. 33: p.501.

In Closing

Once again we write “Ichabod” on the passing year, the glorious spring-time dissolved in the fruition of summer, during which we have garnered the fruits of our own labour along with that of our honey bees. In some districts a goodly harvest, in others a scanty one. “Then after summer has gone barren winter” steps in, and here, in Wessex, we are already in its icy grip, with no prospect of a change. Our own bees are confined to the hives, with the entrances all snowed up: but so long as snow is fleecy and light we shall let it remain to keep out the bitter cold wind. Time enough to clear entrances when the snow begins to melt and there is not much chance of it freezing again during the night following.

With the best wishes for a happy Christmastide to all our friends and readers.

W. Woodley, Beedon, Newbury.

Woodley, W. PRACTICAL NOTES. Bee-keepers’ Recod, vol. 179: p188.

‘Christmases at Beedon’ is just one small topic in the life of William Woodley, so find out more by clicking the links below.

William Woodley (Beekeeper) – An Introduction

Around William Woodley’s Apiary, Worlds End, Beedon

The Story of William Woodley and the World’s First Mass-Produced Car

The Apiary At Crossing Cottage, Compton, Berkshire.