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Crest of Sir Thomas Storey



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Thursday, 31 January 2008
by Brad Storey

OLD NORTHUMBRIAN STOREYS.

Whitburn, Thickley, Silksworth, Sunderland and Newcastle-on-Tyne to his nephew Anthony, son of his brother Anthony, who died in the West Indies; and it is probable that Thomas Story, 1654, who married Anne Ayre, on his death would leave his third son (John) valuable properties.

"The arms, i.e, the shield, are the arms of Bishop Edward Story, translated from Carlisle to Chichester, 1473.* No crest. Crests and mottoes are very often fanciful creations; for instance, we have for same arms, Northumberland stork, proper, stork erased. My uncle, the late Henry Story, solicitor, of Newcastle-on-Tyne, had for his motto: Dominus Vobiscum (The Lord be with you), stork volant (flying). This of Newcastle, Cupid holding in his dexter hand an arrow and in his sinister a bow and at his back a quiver. I have an old coat with this crest engraved, stork rising. This of Abberwick. My own is a stork erased, gorged with a mural crown; motto, Dei Gracia sum id quod sum.† So this may possibly be one more link forged in the family chain.

"I have mine in the direct male line, from one Robert Story about 1636-8, and nearly complete, i.e., with marriages, &c., from 1740. The aforesaid Robert Story, from tradition, was nephew, I think, of George Story, of Newcastle, Bishop Wearmouth, &c., 1630. When I last visited Newcastle, some four years ago, I searched the Freeman's Roll as far back as 1652, and would, if I had had time to spare, have gone back further, which I promise to do on the very first opportunity. In the church of St. John, Newcastle, there are stained-glass windows to my grandfather's brother, Ald. William Story. Crest, a stork proper, and on the upper recumbent slab which covers the family vault the shield and crest, stork erased, &c., chiselled; my grandmother, Mary Story, being the last one interred there, in 1818. There is also a stained-glass window in the Cathedral of St. Nicholas to my grandfather's sister Dorothy and her husband, George Laidler. My mother's father, John Story, went over to Ireland early in the last century. He was a civil engineer, and, after being shot at in Belfast on more than one occasion for introducing machinery into the flax and linen mills, settled in Dublin-first at the Phoenix Park Ironworks (now occupied by the Guiness family as a woollen mill), and, subsequently, at School Street, where his youngest sons were traders. Another son, George Frederick, went over with his family to the States, and I very frequently hear from them.

"The General Philip Story whom you mention is, I believe, descendant of Robert and Richard Story who, in the time of Richard II., were granted arms, viz.: a lion with two tails. I saw a book-plate of this a short time back in the shop window of Culleton, the engraver, in Cranbourne Street, and it bore the same motto as yours, viz.: Fabula sed vera.‡ Another of this family is Principal Story, I believe, of Roseneath and Glasgow University, but am not quite certain. The Judge Story and his son, Julian Story, the sculptor, who married Emma Eames, the prima donna, bore, I think, the lion arms. I am in communication with the sculptor. The Storys are legion. They held landed estates in Northumberland, Durham, Leicester, Derby, Nottingham, Berks. and Sussex, Scotland and Ireland."

The Rev. Philip Story came to be Vicar of Lockington in 1789. He was the son of a Nottingham attorney. His son John was lost at sea, and a son of his, also John, was the father of Robert Story. Philip Story had Lockington left him by the Bainbridges, 'Squires of Lockington. Mr. Robert Story died about 1897. [Letter from the Croft, Kegworth, Derby, 12th October, 1909.]

According to the Indian Mail, a Calcutta journal, General Phillip Story died more than twenty-five years ago. In the said journal this notice appeared:-

*1477.     † By the Grace of God I am what I am.     ‡ A Story, but a true one.

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