Reminiscences of the Royal Burgh of Haddington Incorporation of Weavers
WEAVING is a very ancient
art. It is written in the Bible, that Unto Adam also and to his wife
did the Lord God make coats of skins and clothed them. There is the
greatest reason in saying, that woven garments, in the kind providence
of God, were the next which man wore, in the preparation of which there
was, in these ancient days as well as now, a beautiful illustration of
the division of labour, from the tiller of the ground to raise the
natural product, whether in flax or wool, to the weaver, and all the
other handicrafts which were employed, before man could get his garments
ready for wear.
The wabsters, or
weavers, were another of the nine incorporated trades of Haddington, or
bunch of wands; and although once a very strong Corporation, it some
years ago died fairly out George Fairbairn, of Athelstaneford (who died
in 1873), was the last member.
Sixty years ago there
were Lawries, Verts, Fairbairns, Barries, Woods, Douglas, Muirheads,
Hendersons, Aitchisons, etc., in the corporation. The introduction of
power-looms extinguished the domestic habits and economy of spinning.
The birr of the spinning-wheel, and the click of the reel, and guid
hame-spun yarn, are quite unknown to the present generation, and guid
hame-made sheets form not a part of .a young womans providing
"Customers wark, once
common among weavers of that time, is now almost unknown..
Latterly, for the sake of
keeping up the craft, the corporation made members who were not bred
weavers at all, and who made a kind of essay in counting threads and
driving the shuttle for a few minutes. Henry Shiells, James Anderson,
and George Fairbairn, were stuck-to members. The craft had a
front-seat in the old Collegiate Church, with the motto on it,
Time flies swifter than a
Perhaps the only country
handloom-weaver now in East Lothian, is Mr John Vert, at Bangley,
Braefoot. Long ago, almost every village had its weaver or weavers. Mr
Roger Robson, however, erected a wauk-mill in the burgh, and deserves
encouragement in his trade, and after him the West flour mill has been
converted into a factory. Messrs Roughead and Park also carry on a
considerable extensive sacking manufactory.
There were the creeshie
or woollen weavers and the linen weavers, and connected with the trade
were hecklers, who prepared the rough flax for the spinning-wheel.
Tammie Guthrie was a famous heckler in the burgh long ago. Every
merchant sold lint braids, and tow lint was extensively grown,
especially on light lands round the coast, and to this day hinds and
cotters, on some farms, are paid by farmers a sum of money in lieu of
lint-money, which was grown for them. There were a number of staunch men
in the Corporation of Weavers, whose word in faction times was as good
as their bond, and who were never turncoats in their party. Such was.
old Robert Fairbairn, of the old Wauk-Mill, and Willie Wood, whose toast
at convivial meetings was always Love and unity.
A woollen manufactory was
in existence near the East Mill, at the end of last century, but did not
prosper, and was given up. The building is now part of Miss Wilkies
property. Two brothers, of the name of Dawson, came from Yorkshire and
settled in the burgh for some time. They made blankets, but did not
succeed. One of them went by the name of Yorkie, and was a droll
fellow, and very fond of Scotch whisky. Some one once sent him a mock
summons from John Pimple, which much concerned him. He went to consult
Dr Lorimer about it. He was charged, he said, with walking on the crown
of his head, which he denied. The Rev. Doctor, no doubt, gave him
wholesome advice. Speaking of the Pringles (of whom there were three
families) one day, Yorkie said it was neither Thomas nor Andrew he
meant, but James (a tanner), who spoke, and who spoke like thunder!
A story is told of one
Lungie Smith, an old weaver. At faction time Lungie had got on the
spree, and rising from the loom one day dour dry, without his coat,
went into the Bell Inn, where some of the craft were met. The landlady,
at that time Mrs Fairbairn, cried out to him, Gudeman, gang yer ways;
ye canna be served here. Gies nane of yer ill-tongue, mistress, he
answered, "bring me a bottle of yer best.
The bleachfield common to
all the burgesses of Haddington for bleaching, was where the late
Archibald Dunlop built the distillery. The Lawries and the Verts had
their workshops there. The powder magazine was also there, until it was
removed to MCalps Park.
Ground bleaching was also
done in the Haugh, on the side of the river. A famous character was
Kirstie Lawrie, the Queen of the Haugh. Many a time when youngsters
annoyed her and roused her temper, she used to run after them with the
water scoop. Pity any servant-girl who incurred her displeasure! Her
tongue was not slack.
The Abbey, like other
country hamlets, had its weaver, in the person of Thomas Foggo. Thomas
was precentor in the church of the Rev. Robert Chalmers, who was as good
a man as ever lived, and whose memory is still fragrant to many. Thomas
was going home to the Abbey from Haddington after delivering some
customer's work, and had got a horn too much and fallen into a ditch.
Mr Chalmers, who was walking along the road, spied his precentor in a
sad plight The worthy man helped him up and only said, Oh, Thomas, man,
you have been sair left to yourself to-day, which remark passed into a
by-word, and continues among old Haddingtonians to this day.
Stocking-weaving was once
carried on to a small extent in the burgh by George and Robert Haldane.
Charlie Crombie, a well-known Haddington man, was their journeyman.
Charlie's name deserves to be kept in remembrance. He was a respectable
man, was long officer to the Gardeners' Society, and beadle to Dr
When Charlie was asked
who was to preach in the kirk to-day, his answer was Dr Sibbit, sir".
His wife Tibbie was also a well-known character, and a very useful woman
in her day.
There are no
stocking-makers in Haddington now. The Wabsters belonged to the Congress
or Captain Fall's party in 1734, and went to Dunbar to the election
dinner as is narrated in the Congress stanzas.
At the hamlet of Bangley
Braefoot, there lived until recently Archibald Dewar and old John Vert,
weavers, and William Wait, tailor, who were all elders in three
different kirks at Haddington. They were a happy small community, and
lived in peace and unity with each other. When a pig was to be killed,
or bees skeped, or potatoes lifted, they assisted one another. The
place got the name of Elder Town, and as before noticed, Mr John Vert,
son of the above, still resides there.
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