I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
Emily Bronte
Wuthering Heights
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donderdag 17 februari 2022

POETRY performances are returning to a historic pub with a long literary legacy.

Monthly sessions are being held at the Black Bull in Haworth, where in the 1830s Branwell Bronte entertained travellers and guests with stories and poems. Keighleynews/poetry-sessions-return-historic-haworth-pub

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donderdag 23 augustus 2018

Historic pub's closure met with sadness.


The Black Bull shut on Monday August 6, but the pub's owners say they are now working on finding a new licensee to take over and reopen the premises as soon as possible.

The prominent pub, which appears in many professional photographs and paintings of this part of the village, was a regular haunt of Branwell Bronte. It is owned by Ei Group plc, which has confirmed the closure.

A spokesman for the firm said: "We're working hard to find a new licensee to take on the pub on a five-year tenancy, which is the standard period for us. 
"But it is possible that we will get a short term tenant in there to keep the doors open."
The pub includes a beer garden, a restaurant and three rooms to let.
Commenting on the business, the regional manager for Ei Group said: "The Black Bull enjoys a loyal local trade within Haworth. It also benefits from being a tourist destination for anyone interested in the Brontes, as the family lived in the parsonage behind the pub.
"The family’s wayward son, Branwell Bronte, regularly frequented the Black Bull and allegedly his ghost, among others, is still around.
"An experienced publican with good ambition and drive is required here.
"They should have the skills to re-launch the pub as the hub of the community during the quieter months, and have the stamina to deal with the tourists in the spring and summer."
Councillor David Mahon, chairman of Haworth, Cross Roads and Stanbury Parish Council, said: "It is sad that the pub has closed because it's an iconic pub in the village with a lot of history attached to it.
"It's important for Haworth to be able to maintain it as a public house and I hope to see it open again as soon as possible. 
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vrijdag 2 oktober 2015

1905 picture of Haworth and Black Bull

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zaterdag 14 maart 2015

Main street and Black Bull 1926

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donderdag 29 januari 2015

January in Haworth photo taken today..

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zaterdag 15 november 2014

Look at these very beautiful photo's. What an atmosphere. This is how I imagine that the Brontes were seeing autumn.



I found them on the Facebook page ""I love Haworth and the Bronte Parsonage""
 and Mick Midgley, who is living in Haworth, did make the photographes
Thank you Mick Midgley
 
 
 

 

 
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vrijdag 9 mei 2014

The new landlady of the Black Bull

The new landlady of the Black Bull pub in Haworth has promised to “bring the smile back” to the pub. Pub troubleshooter Leanne Forbes aims to revive the Main Street hostelry which was once the haunt of Branwell Bronte. She was chosen by owners Enterprise Inns to run the Black Bull with her partner of 17 years, Michael Dewsnap. Haworth residents and politicians had feared for the pub’s future if nobody could be found to take it on. Leanne said she and Michael were looking forward to the challenge of restoring the Black Bull’s fortunes. She said: “I tend to take pubs and the brink of nothing and bring them back. We looked at the Black Bull and it looked so sad. It’s lovely where it is at the top of Main Street, it’s like a place in a fairytale.”

CHEERS: Leanne Forbes and her partner Michael Dewsnap outside the Black Bull pub in Haworth
thetelegraphandargus
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dinsdag 4 maart 2014

Fears over future of 'Branwell Bronte's pub' in Haworth

A change of tenant at an iconic Brontë pub has prompted fears over its future. Owners Enterprise Inns acted to quash rumours that the beloved watering hole in Haworth was in danger of closing.
Spokesman Amy Dolphin said the Bull, a regular haunt of Brontë brother Branwell in the 19th century, was popular with both locals and tourists. She said the Midlands-based company was actively seeking an experienced publican to take over the pub from its existing tenant.
The Black Bull lies at the top of Main Street, in front of the parish church where the Brontë sisters’ father Patrick was minister. Concern over the pub’s future was sparked at the weekend by the appearance of a “to let” sign outside. Graham Smith, who runs the Brontë Media website, tweeted that there was a “very real danger” the Black Bull could be Haworth’s first pub closure. Brontë fans on both sides of the Atlantic added their fears about the pub’s future. Amy Dolphin yesterday said: “The Black Bull has a loyal local trade and benefits from being a destination pub for the tourists. “We are actively recruiting for an experienced publican with the ability and ambition to develop this traditional community pub.”

Councillor Rebecca Poulsen (Con, Worth Valley), described the recruitment drive as “very positive”.
She said: “The Black Bull is a historic building and the residents are concerned because of its links to the Brontës. “People visit for the history, but tourists don’t come all the time and it needs to attract local people too. “There’s a lot of competition in that part of Main Street, it has to be a combination of good food, drink and service.”

John Huxley, chairman of Haworth, Stanbury and Cross Roads Parish Council, hoped a new tenant could be found. But he added: “The pub trade is in a very parlous state. It must be a very difficult way to earn a living. “The Black Bull is part of Haworth’s history and an integral part of the tourist offer. We want to keep its historic links, but provide excellence for the village.” Enterprise Inns plans to hold an open day for prospective tenants this Thursday from noon to 1pm.
the Telegraph and Argus
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woensdag 29 januari 2014

Black Bull Haworth 1883

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zondag 7 juli 2013

The Black Bull

 
Not looking markedly different from nowadays, this was the Black Bull Inn as photographed very shortly after the Brontes’ time in Haworth, with W Sugden dispensing his “wines &c”.
The Sugden family – first John, then William and then Mrs Rebecca – ran the Black Bull for more than 30 years, with William as publican during the 1860s.
The photograph has been supplied by Mrs Muriel Crook, of Ryecroft, Harden, who as Muriel Waller spent her younger days at the Black Bull till her family left it in 1954. As she puts it, she “was raised, grew up and married here”.

She regrets its subsequent modernisation: “Gone forever is the ‘Bronte Room’, with Branwell’s chair (a replica, I admit) and the bell pull above it.”

She still has a visitors’ book from her family’s tenure, “though this began in 1909 at the Old Hall in Leeds, the first of many of my family’s hotels until we sold the last one in 1954 and I broke the chain”.  keighleynews/The_Black_Bull
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zaterdag 26 januari 2013

the Black Bull

 
This beautiful picture I fount it on de facebook page of

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maandag 8 oktober 2012

the Black Bull.



 I, myself, don't believe in ghosts 
For me this video is interesting 
because I can look inside
 the Black Bull
There are more video's on You tube about this subject
so, if you are interested, you can look on You tube
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The Parlour

The Parlour

Parsonage

Parsonage

Charlotte Bronte

Presently the door opened, and in came a superannuated mastiff, followed by an old gentleman very like Miss Bronte, who shook hands with us, and then went to call his daughter. A long interval, during which we coaxed the old dog, and looked at a picture of Miss Bronte, by Richmond, the solitary ornament of the room, looking strangely out of place on the bare walls, and at the books on the little shelves, most of them evidently the gift of the authors since Miss Bronte's celebrity. Presently she came in, and welcomed us very kindly, and took me upstairs to take off my bonnet, and herself brought me water and towels. The uncarpeted stone stairs and floors, the old drawers propped on wood, were all scrupulously clean and neat. When we went into the parlour again, we began talking very comfortably, when the door opened and Mr. Bronte looked in; seeing his daughter there, I suppose he thought it was all right, and he retreated to his study on the opposite side of the passage; presently emerging again to bring W---- a country newspaper. This was his last appearance till we went. Miss Bronte spoke with the greatest warmth of Miss Martineau, and of the good she had gained from her. Well! we talked about various things; the character of the people, - about her solitude, etc., till she left the room to help about dinner, I suppose, for she did not return for an age. The old dog had vanished; a fat curly-haired dog honoured us with his company for some time, but finally manifested a wish to get out, so we were left alone. At last she returned, followed by the maid and dinner, which made us all more comfortable; and we had some very pleasant conversation, in the midst of which time passed quicker than we supposed, for at last W---- found that it was half-past three, and we had fourteen or fifteen miles before us. So we hurried off, having obtained from her a promise to pay us a visit in the spring... ------------------- "She cannot see well, and does little beside knitting. The way she weakened her eyesight was this: When she was sixteen or seventeen, she wanted much to draw; and she copied nimini-pimini copper-plate engravings out of annuals, ('stippling,' don't the artists call it?) every little point put in, till at the end of six months she had produced an exquisitely faithful copy of the engraving. She wanted to learn to express her ideas by drawing. After she had tried to draw stories, and not succeeded, she took the better mode of writing; but in so small a hand, that it is almost impossible to decipher what she wrote at this time.

I asked her whether she had ever taken opium, as the description given of its effects in Villette was so exactly like what I had experienced, - vivid and exaggerated presence of objects, of which the outlines were indistinct, or lost in golden mist, etc. She replied, that she had never, to her knowledge, taken a grain of it in any shape, but that she had followed the process she always adopted when she had to describe anything which had not fallen within her own experience; she had thought intently on it for many and many a night before falling to sleep, - wondering what it was like, or how it would be, - till at length, sometimes after the progress of her story had been arrested at this one point for weeks, she wakened up in the morning with all clear before her, as if she had in reality gone through the experience, and then could describe it, word for word, as it had happened. I cannot account for this psychologically; I only am sure that it was so, because she said it. ----------------------She thought much of her duty, and had loftier and clearer notions of it than most people, and held fast to them with more success. It was done, it seems to me, with much more difficulty than people have of stronger nerves, and better fortunes. All her life was but labour and pain; and she never threw down the burden for the sake of present pleasure. I don't know what use you can make of all I have said. I have written it with the strong desire to obtain appreciation for her. Yet, what does it matter? She herself appealed to the world's judgement for her use of some of the faculties she had, - not the best, - but still the only ones she could turn to strangers' benefit. They heartily, greedily enjoyed the fruits of her labours, and then found out she was much to be blamed for possessing such faculties. Why ask for a judgement on her from such a world?" elizabeth gaskell/charlotte bronte



Poem: No coward soul is mine

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heavens glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast.
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life -- that in me has rest,
As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move mens hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
So surely anchored on
The steadfast Rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,
Nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

-- Emily Bronte

Family tree

The Bronte Family

Grandparents - paternal
Hugh Brunty was born 1755 and died circa 1808. He married Eleanor McClory, known as Alice in 1776.

Grandparents - maternal
Thomas Branwell (born 1746 died 5th April 1808) was married in 1768 to Anne Carne (baptised 27th April 1744 and died 19th December 1809).

Parents
Father was Patrick Bronte, the eldest of 10 children born to Hugh Brunty and Eleanor (Alice) McClory. He was born 17th March 1777 and died on 7th June 1861. Mother was Maria Branwell, who was born on 15th April 1783 and died on 15th September 1821.

Maria had a sister, Elizabeth who was known as Aunt Branwell. She was born in 1776 and died on 29th October 1842.

Patrick Bronte married Maria Branwell on 29th December 1812.

The Bronte Children
Patrick and Maria Bronte had six children.
The first child was Maria, who was born in 1814 and died on 6th June 1825.
The second daughter, Elizabeth was born on 8th February 1815 and died shortly after Maria on 15th June 1825. Charlotte was the third daughter, born on 21st April 1816.

Charlotte married Arthur Bell Nicholls (born 1818) on 29th June 1854. Charlotte died on 31st March 1855. Arthur lived until 2nd December 1906.

The first and only son born to Patrick and Maria was Patrick Branwell, who was born on 26th June 1817 and died on 24th September 1848.

Emily Jane, the fourth daughter was born on 30th July 1818 and died on 19th December 1848.

The sixth and last child was Anne, born on 17th January 1820 who died on 28th May 1849.

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