We English - or is it we British? - have a love affair with eccentric people. To the extent that the word is a noun as well as an adjective. If you are a bit weird your best hope is that you will be labelled “an eccentric” and ipso facto all your oddities are forgiven and you become a treasure. I often wonder if this is true in other countries. I am sure they have eccentrics too but are they the object of mild veneration?
Eccentric clergy are a recognised and much-loved subset of the genre. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on your point of view, incumbency at an English parish church could give an eccentric - or a clergyman’s eccentric (or bored) wife - a degree of latitude perhaps not available in other professions. Like doctors, good clergy can become beloved of their clients. That was the first prerequisite perhaps for using a church as an anvil for the hammer of his eccentricity! The second, it seems to me, is a good income or a wodge of capital to fund one’s self-indulgence.
We see this, of course, at Huntingfield where the Rev Holland funded his wife’s somewhat batty idea and his parishioners endured the inconvenience of it all. Nowadays we might applaud Mildred for her determination to do her thing in a male-dominated environment: a break from supporting her husband in the many duties of a rural vicar and his missus. Back then when women were expected to know their place, preferably not too far from the kitchen and nursery, her activities must have caused a local sensation.
In fact the notion of “English eccentricity” was probably invented by the Victorians. But sometimes I do wonder if that is true? How much of what we find incomprehensible or bizarre in our parish churches might be attributable eccentrics giving rein to their peculiarities centuries before the Victorians?
Anyway, for further examples of clerical barminess, I commend to you the Rev Sabine Baring-Gould at Lewtrenchard in Devon and the Rev Robert Blackburn at Selham in Sussex. I will try to think of a few others.
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