Why Tom Fleck?

Tom Fleck’s declaration of love:

‘You are the first gleam of dawn
that swells the green linnet’s breast,
and throbs his heart with joy.

You are the sun at Noon,
that golds the barley, and pulls
the bee to the ling on the moor.

And in the evening, the friend
of my hearth side, and lover
– when the whaup falls silent.’

Lately, I been thinking about the reasons for ‘Tom Fleck’ and why the story is set in its particular time and place:

‘Tom Fleck’.
The song of an unknown man.

Do we ever wonder about our distant forefathers and mothers, those who lived before our great-grandparents, and even before their great-grandparents? What can we know of them? Beyond even our parent’s parents there is sadly just white fog – for most of us.
We can penetrate the fog a little. Family history research has never been more popular. Folk beaver away through the mass of data now on the internet. But what does it yield? Seldom more than the bare bones of names and the dates of baptisms, marriages and burials, and those only if you are lucky and persistent. Personality is not found; we don’t see tears or hear cries of joy, there are no flushed cheeks and beating hearts. No whisperings in the night time.
A few scraps of bone we might find here and there, as we search back through time – but then we reach a solid wall. That barrier is the darkness before the start of parish registers (in England, 1566). This is the end of the search for our ancestors – unless they were aristocrats or notorious rebels.
I’ve trodden this way, back to a mysterious ancestor: Lancelot Horsley (probably a fisherman). In 1573, he buried his first wife and two infants, then remarried and had two healthy sons. That is all I’ll ever know of him; his beginnings are on the far side of that barrier, so there is not a single mark on parchment to show that his parents ever existed.
But what if I write a story? A story about the life and times of people perhaps two generations before Lancelot? I can research how the ordinary folk of his district lived, how they spoke, what they believed to be true, and how events beyond their control swept them along. Why not? So I went for it!
One rare name stepped forward from the Hartlepool records and caught my attention – a little family called Fleck. I imagined their great-grandfather as a Thomas Fleck, a humble farm labourer. He would be a young man in a formative year. 1513 was the year of the Battle of Flodden, a conflict that gave rise to the haunting Scottish lament: “The Flowers of the Forest are a’ wede away”. Fine – so how could I contrive a situation where the humble Tom Fleck would have to leave his kindred and re-discover himself in the midst of international struggles beyond his comprehension?
First, I built his world from scraps of social history and old maps, give him personality and a family, give him troubles and yearnings, give him turning points, cross-roads, loves and enemies – and hard choices. All this in order to try to understand how some of our ancestors might have walked the land.
It is done. A whole generation has come alive. They walk and run through the pages and I love them all – even the villains.

About Harry Nicholson

I once bred Beveren rabbits in all colours. Today, I'm an enameller who works with a kiln, fusing pictures in glass onto copper. On Amazon is my novel, 'Tom Fleck', set in the North of England of 1513 - the year of Flodden. A sequel to 'Tom Fleck' is 'The Black Caravel' published in 2016. My anthology of poems came out in 2015: 'Wandering About.' Recently I published memoirs of my time in the Merchant Navy: 'The Best of Days' and 'You'll See Wonders" I've a blog of poems, stories and art at: https://1513fusion.wordpress.com/
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8 Responses to Why Tom Fleck?

  1. What an interesting man you’ve made of Tom Fleck if he can declare his love in that fashion. You have us thinking about the recipient of that love and what made her so wonderful in his eyes. And you have us wondering where they had met and whether their love was fulfilled. Did circumstances draw them apart? Oh so many questions. I hope we get to read the novel.:-)

  2. storygal says:

    Thanks for sharing your inklings of the story of Tom Fleck and your vibrant poem.


  3. Susannah says:

    What a fascinating journey that lead you to Tom Fleck, Harry!
    I really enjoyed the poem too.

    Thanks very much for sharing these with I Saw Sunday. 🙂

  4. earlybird says:

    I really enjoyed reading this journey, Harry. The poem is beautiful.

    Are you planning a sequel?

  5. ’tis a curlew. Next time you are beneath a curlew you will hear it call ‘whaup .. . whaup a few few times before it says ‘curlew’. It is an old name for the bird – still used in Scotland they say.

  6. jinksy says:

    Enjoyed the poem – even though I have no idea what a whaup is, yet!

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