The Clarkes’
occupation of Castle Hill was not without its troubles. Sadly
Donald,
the eldest of Minnie’s sons,
was killed in action during the
First World
War. Therefore, when Arthur Clarke died, in 1939, it was
Roland (Roly)
the youngest son who eventually took over the house. Roly was
a
solicitor
and, like his father and his two grandfathers before him, distinguished
himself as a town councillor and became a Mayor of Wycombe.
He married
Joan Skull, Nellie and Fred’s niece. Like the Peace
girls a generation
before, the wedding photographs were taken at Castle Hill.
(Roly
and Joan can be seen in the 1951 Festival Of Britain Commemorative Film
of High Wycombe held at Wycombe Museum). They had three sons
but
sadly one died in childhood. Roly, and later his son Tim, took over
what
is believed to have been James George Peace’s home in Easton
Street and
turned it into offices, expanding their solicitor’s practice
which was next door. Roly's sister, Audrey Clarke, was to marry Eric
Thurlow, son of Thomas.
Minnie was the last Peace to live and die at Castle Hill and the house was finally sold by the Clarkes in 1961 to the Borough of High Wycombe for use as a museum. The building now houses displays on the history of the town including chairs from all the major furniture manufacturers in the Wycombe area, among them those of the Skull company.
Footnote:
The above information was updated in May 2008 as new facts
and figures
appear in my research. My own memories of Castle Hill begin when I was
a six year old at Wycombe Preparatory School. At lunch time
my father,
John Godfrey Peace, would come to meet me and take me back to his shop
for sandwiches. If it was raining I would be taught how to
sew by
the girls in the alterations department but if it was sunny my father
would
take me along to Castle Hill. We would sit in the grounds with our
packed
lunch and he would tell me all about the house and its stories, the
secret
passage to the Parish Churchyard, the skeleton found during the
wedding,
the White Lady Walk, the murdered parlourmaid and so on. He
showed
me the sculpted head on the side of the house reputed to be James
George
Peace or that of James's son, William, and the names of his aunts and
his
father written on the flint stones around the main door. When
I was
older, we went inside to look round the museum itself. Much
later,
when I became a theatre design lecturer, I brought my
students to
visit the house and gardens and we discussed the social history of
those
days and how the house might have looked at the turn of the nineteenth
century. I was delighted to discover, while doing my research,
that I may
have had my first school lessons in the very room where my grandfather
proposed to my grandmother, for I was a pupil at St Bernard’s
Convent (Harlow
House) when I was four years old. Go to page 8