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'DUSTY FOSSILS' & YORK’S AMAZING CASTLE MUSEUM

2/6/2023

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Both of York’s incredible museums feature in my novel, Dancing With Dusty Fossils. The older, more prestigious Yorkshire Museum features on the book cover, but the curators from both museums worked closely together during WW2. Many scenes in my book are set in at the Castle Museum and its female curator, Violet Rodgers, helps my two intrepid sleuths track down the killer of her colleague.
 
So, imagine my delight when I discovered that the Gala Dinner at this year’s Crime Writers Association (CWA) conference in York was to be held in the highly unusual venue of the cobbled Victorian Street in the Castle Museum. While we dined, we were surrounded by rows of recreated Victorian shops, including a chemist with a glistening array of poisons in jars behind the counter and a police station complete with a prison cell. 


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2023 CWA GALA DINNER IN YORK
Opened in 1938, York Castle Museum was the first of a new kind of museum in Britain which explored and commemorated our social history. It paved the way for bigger attractions, like Beamish, all of which show the life of our ancestors in context rather than in dusty glass cabinets. 
 
Unbelievably, the bulk of the exhibits at the Castle Museum were collected by one man, Dr John Kirk. 
 
Dr Kirk had a medical practise in Malton.  He was fascinated by history, and by vanishing ways of life – especially rural life. He realised that many old traditions and ways of working were changing forever. Acutely conscious that some trade skills were becoming obsolete he started to collect archaic work tools and other rare survivals of these endangered ways of life. He filled his home with bygones, his collection growing year on year. Sometimes Kirk accepted objects in lieu of payment for his medical services.
 
By the 1930s, his vast collection had outgrown his home. It included everything from perambulators and children’s toys to antique weapons, potato dribblers to a Tudor barge and Victorian hypodermic needles to horse bridles. Larger items included whole Victorian shop fronts, a hansom cab and a stuffed horse.  
 
Determined to find a permanent and publicly accessible home for his vast and rare collection, Dr Kirk approached York Corporation who gave him the disused female prison in the centre of the city for his museum and helped modify it, so it was fit for purpose. 
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Dr Kirk with King George VI and Queen Elizabeth at the museum
The Castle Museum finally opened in 1938 and it caused much excitement in the city. Its biggest attraction was the recreation of a late Victorian street, named 'Kirkgate' in Dr Kirk’s honour and lined with all those shopfronts he’d collected and filled with his treasures. This street was the first of its kind in Britain and this was where we dined at the CWA conference.
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The queue for the opening of the Castle Museum
​Sadly, by the time the museum opened in 1938, Dr Kirk was already a very sick man. He only just lived long enough to see his dream realised. He died in February 1940. Thankfully, he’d already appointed a successor, Violet Rodgers, one of the first female museum curators in Britain. 
 
With the outbreak of war, most of the men in York were called up for military service and York Corporation asked Violet to run the museum (although they didn’t raise her salary). 

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Violet Rodgers at work at the Castle Museum
WW2 was a difficult time for all British museums and art galleries. Once hostilities were declared, they scrambled to remove their most precious items to safety, away from the threat posed by the Luftwaffe. For example, most of the valuable antiquities from the British Museum in London were stored at Skipton Castle in West Yorkshire. 
 
Although, the exhibits at the Castle Museum were unique, Violet recognised that in terms of historical value they didn’t compete with the incredible collection of Roman, Viking, Saxon and pre-historic artifacts at York’s older and more prestigious museum, the Yorkshire Museum. Violet gave up a lot of her free time during the war to help her colleagues at the Yorkshire Museum pack and dispatch their own items to safety.
 
Thankfully, when York was heavily bombed in 1942 the Castle Museum was spared – although the Yorkshire Museum was hit.
 
In 1945, when the men returned from war, the corporation appointed a male curator for the museum and gave him twice the money they’d paid Violet. 
 
Naturally disgruntled, Violet married her fiancé, a Polish army lieutenant, Władysław Włoch, and in 1947 she moved with him to Warsaw to continue her career. She became a Curator at the Historical Museum of Krakow and was awarded the Polish Cross of Merit for her work. 

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It was a pleasure and an honour to walk in the footsteps of Dr Kirk and Violet Rodgers during our Gala Dinner in April.  And who knows? Maybe this fascinating and slightly spooky venue, which contains an interesting collection of potentially lethal curios, will spark my imagination and lead to a further outpouring of grisly and unusual crime fiction?
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​Here’s hoping. 
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Article: A Ghost in a Murder Mystery?

13/3/2023

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The Museum Ghost 

It’s inevitable that writers of historical crime fiction occasionally stumble across the odd ghost story or some unexplained paranormal activity during their research. Our ancestors were a superstitious bunch and strongly believed in a revolving door that separates us from the afterlife, through which the dead return. 
 
But I was genuinely shocked to discover the fascinating tale of a frock-coated gentleman ghost that allegedly haunts the prestigious Yorkshire Museum while researching for Dancing With Dusty Fossils the second novel in my series about a WW2 York ladies’ detective agency. 
 
I know that there’s more spooky sightings in York than any other city in England. Every medieval tavern seems to have its own ghost who jangles the keys and harasses the guests. Even the buildings on the hallowed ground around York Minster echo with the tramping feet of long-dead Roman legions, the rumble of cartwheels rolling over the cobbles and the screams of Royalist soldiers. 
 
But I never expected to stumble across a ghost story linked to the Yorkshire Museum. This was the main seat of serious scientific learning and discovery before York University was built. The people who ran the museum were archaeologists, renowned antiquarians, and experts in the field of natural history. A ghost just didn’t belong there. 

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The Yorkshire Museum, York
​For nearly 130 years the museum was owned and run by The Yorkshire Philosophical Society (YPS), an auspicious group of learned gentlemen (and a few ladies) drawn from 150 of the north’s wealthiest families. They built the museum in the grounds of the ruined abbey in 1829.  Many of them left large bequests of money and the entire contents of their library to the society in their wills – and that’s where the museum’s ghostly trouble began.
 
Alderman Edward Wooler of Darlington was one such gentleman. When he died in 1927, he left over 1,600 books on archaeology and local antiquities to the museum. During his life, he was in the habit of pushing letters, notes and other memorabilia inside the volumes; he used them as an informal filing system. But such a haphazard system has its problems – in death as well as in life. 

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Alderman Edward Wooler (1851-1927)
​The ghost of Alderman Wooler, an elderly, stooped gentleman who had fluffy side whiskers and very little hair, was first seen by the museum caretaker wandering through the library in September 1953. He was muttering: “I must find it; I must find it.” 
 
After pulling out one of his own books and flicking through the pages, he tossed it onto the floor for the humans to clear up then promptly disappeared.
 
It was quickly established that the ghost of Alderman Wooler appeared every fourth Sunday at 7.40 p.m. on the dot, looking for something he’d lost. By the end of that year, evidence of the ghost’s antics – lots of scattered books – had been witnessed by several people, including a journalist from The Yorkshire Evening Press who duly reported it in the newspaper. Although no-one else, apart from the caretaker, had seen his spectral form or heard him speak.

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Article in York Evening Press
​By February 1954, it was suggested to the YPS that they invited the Society for Psychical Research to mount an investigation, but this caused a lot of furious arguments amongst the members, many of whom felt this was ridiculous and their scientific credibility and reputation would be ruined. A lot of resignations followed.  
 
Despite the turmoil, the Society for Psychical Research came twice to the museum to investigate the ghost. Sadly, both evenings were a non-event. No-one saw anything; Alderman Wooler didn’t appear.
 
Was I tempted to include the ghost of Alderman Wooler in Dancing With Dusty Fossils which features the brutal murder of a museum sub-curator? After all, novelists need book-lovers – and Alderman Wooler was definitely one of those.  
 
Yes, in my more fanciful moments I toyed with the idea. Sometimes the ghost left muddy footprints on the tiled floor. Maybe I could use these as a red herring to distract my two private detectives, Jemma and Bobbie, from solving the murder? Perhaps I could write a scene where the killer spooks the spook – or the other way around? 

But, ultimately, I decided to let Alderman Wooler rest in peace. 

​Most readers of crime fiction – and mine are no exception – expect the case to be solved by dogged detection and brilliant deduction; there’s no place for ghostly interference.

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Dorothy L. Sayers and Dame Agatha Christie
Back in 1929, the British Detection Club, a society peopled by such legendary mystery writers as Agatha Christie, Dorothy L. Sayers and G. K. Chesterton, came up with the Ten Commandments of Detective Fiction. And the second commandment was ‘All supernatural or preternatural agencies are ruled out as a matter of course.’

Even Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, the grandfather of the genre, who attended many séances and popped up to Yorkshire to investigate the mystery of the Cottingley Fairies, downplayed his own fascination with the supernatural when it came to writing his stories. Other characters might be superstitious, but Sherlock Holmes isn’t. He’s the embodiment of logic and reason.
 
And then there was the small problem of space. There’s already three mysteries in Dancing With Dusty Fossils. Apart from solving the museum murder, Jemma and Bobbie are led a merry dance around the city by Jodie, Yorkshire’s most famous and spirited actress, whose aristocratic husband wants evidence for a divorce. In addition to that, Jemma is still looking for her own husband who’s gone AWOL from the RAF. 
 
Quite frankly, there wasn’t room in the book for a ghost story as well, and I didn’t think including Alderman Wooler as a character would have matched the expectations of my readers.
 
Anyway, Dancing With Dusty Fossils was published – without a ghost – on November 15th 2022 and is available in eBook and paperback from all good bookstores. 
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New Release!

15/11/2022

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Published: 'Dancing With Dusty Fossils'

And she's launched!
My 10th book - Dancing With Dusty Fossils - is now available to buy on Amazon!
If my American readers have any spare time over the Thanksgiving Holiday, I'd cheekily like to suggest that this is the perfect read! Either way, I hope all of you have a lovely time with your family and friends during Thanksgiving.
I loved writing and researching for this novel and I honestly think it is one of the best mysteries I have ever written.  The research itself threw up some surprising discoveries (I'll tell you more about that in later newsletters) and the writing process was a dream.
After ten books, I've now decided I'd make a good circus juggler if I ever wanted to change career.  There are three mysteries at the heart of Dusty Fossils and In the past I've tied myself in knots juggling multiple storylines. It's getting easier now.  
But as ever, my reader, YOU are the most important judge of a book's success...it's over to you now. 
And if you do like Dusty Fossils, please remember to leave me a review on Amazon.


Blurb: 

York, England: June 1940
While Jemma continues to search for her missing husband, the citizens of historic York are shocked by a series of vicious crimes at the city’s two museums.
A bungled break-in at the Yorkshire Museum is quickly followed by the brutal murder of Lance Richards, a sub-curator at the neighbouring Castle Museum.
The main suspect is Anthony Gill, a quiet and unprepossessing clerk. But Gill doesn’t have an alibi and is uncooperative with the police. His desperate lawyer hires Jemma and Bobbie from Smoke & Cracked Mirrors to prove his innocence.
Meanwhile, the two women are led a merry dance by Jodie, a famous and spirited actress, whose aristocrat husband wants evidence for a divorce.
As the nation waits nervously to hear the fate of their sons and brothers trapped at Dunkirk, a twisting series of events whisk Jemma and Bobbie through the glamourous world of the starlet, down corridors of dusty fossils and into terrifying danger.
Vengeful passions and a dark crime lie beneath the civilised veneer of those elders who preserve our history.
But if Anthony Gill didn’t murder Lance Richards, who did – and why?
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Cover Reveal: 'Dancing With Dusty F ossils'

5/4/2022

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'Dancing With Dusty Fossils'
Published: 15th November 2022

Yes, it's crazy, isn't it?
Smoke & Cracked Mirrors, the first novel in my York Ladies' Detective Agency Mystery series, won't be published until next week...but the second book, Dancing With Dusty Fossils, is already available for pre-order on Amazon - and I have a book cover for it!
But there's method in my madness. I always knew I needed to have Dusty Fossils up on Amazon before Smoke & Cracked Mirrors was published, in order to capture further sales from happy readers. Fortunately, my lovely cover designer, Lisa Horton, was able to move straight from Book#1 to Book#2 - and this is the result.
I do hope you like it.
My son's talented partner, Lorena, took the background photograph of the Yorkshire Museum. I love how she captured the shadows and the gleam of the honeyed stone of this early-Victorian building.
Anyway, Dancing With Dusty Fossils will be published on 15th November 2022 - just in time for the Thanksgiving break. 
For those of you who still have faith in me as a writer, it is now available to pre-order on Amazon and you can buy it below.
​It's reduced to the special low price of $2.99/£2.99 for one week only! 
https://geni.us/DNQVJw8
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