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An Abingdon-to-Abingdon Road Trip Across the USA


I met Harriet and John at the Punch Bowl while the Abingdon Traditional Mummers were performing, and they told me about a recent trip with an Abingdon theme.

In October, Harriet and John set out across the United States, visiting places called Abingdon. Armed with postcards from Abingdon, Oxfordshire, they shared stories of bun-throwing, Morris dancing, pubs, the MG factory and everyday town life, leaving a little of this Abingdon at each stop.

Their first destination was Abingdon, Maryland, now part of Edgewood, south of Philadelphia. Named directly after Abingdon in England, it is notable as the birthplace of William Paca, a signer of the Declaration of Independence. Although the town has since been absorbed into a wider urban area, the name survives on roads and businesses, including the Abingdon Grill, which they made a point of visiting.

Nearby is the site of Abingdon Plantation, now preserved among the car parks of Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. The plantation was owned by several prominent families, including the Custis family. Daniel Custis, who lived there for a time, was the first husband of Martha Washington, born Martha Dandridge in 1731. Widowed in 1757, Martha married George Washington two years later, bringing with her wealth and influence. Today the plantation site is carefully interpreted with plaques, including those naming enslaved people who lived and worked there.

Martha Washington’s life helps explain why the name Abingdon appears repeatedly in this part of Virginia. She was born and raised in Gloucester County, where there was already an Abingdon Parish, named by settlers after Abingdon in England. This is probably the Abingdon where Martha was born and raised. When new towns were laid out after the American Revolution, familiar and prestigious names were often reused.

The largest Abingdon on the trip was Abingdon, Virginia, incorporated under that name in 1778. Previously known as Black’s Fort or Wolf Hills, it was renamed in the post-Revolutionary period, probably in honour of Martha Washington’s family, reflecting a wider fashion for Washington-related place names at the time.

Finally, Harriet and John visited Abingdon, North Carolina, now little more than a rural crossroads, but still marked on the map and therefore still part of the story. Proof of the visit came in the form of a blue dot on a navigation screen.

The journey became more than a geographical exercise. It was a celebration of small towns and the way place-names travel and endure.

Where the American Abingdons (probably) get their names

Abingdon, Maryland – Named after Abingdon, England.

Abingdon Plantation (VA/MD) – Named within a network of colonial families linked to Abingdon Parish and the Washingtons.

Abingdon Parish, Gloucester County, VA – Named by settlers from Abingdon, England; part of Martha Washington’s local world.

Abingdon, Virginia (VA) – Renamed in 1778, probably in honour of Martha Washington’s family.

Abingdon, North Carolina – Likely an offshoot of Abingdon, Virginia.

Abingdon, Illinois – Named after Abingdon, Maryland, birthplace of its founders.

Abingdon Traditional Mummers on the town


The Abingdon Traditional Mummers were out last night, performing at most of the pubs in the town centre. I caught up with them as they were just finishing their ten-minute play at the Punch Bowl. Although they were running late, they waited until everyone had finished their drinks before moving on.

As ever, Father Christmas introduced the play and collected donations, which this year go towards the St Ethelwold’s Appeal (see yesterday’s blog). A number of people – something close to groupies – from the Punch Bowl then followed the Mummers on to their next stop, the Tipsy Mercer.

At the Tipsy Mercer a quiz was in progress, but the quizmaster broke off proceedings, and the Mummers were rewarded with a fully attentive audience. This is not always the case, as in some pubs people carry on drinking and talking regardless of the loud interruptions of the play.

The version performed appeared to be the Sunningwell play (from the nearby village), with five characters: Father Christmas, King George, Bold Slasher, the Doctor, and Mrs Finney. After much boasting, King George and Bold Slasher fight, and King George is killed.

The Doctor is calls and tries a series of unlikely remedies. There were plenty of jokes throughout, including several involving the younger members of the audience – some of whom were absent-mindedly squirted with water from the Doctor’s syringe – before the Doctor finally succeeds in bringing King George back to life.

A second sword fight then follows, in which King George kills Bold Slasher. At this point Mrs Finney, donning a headscarf, is called for. Brandishing her flashing umbrella – with a squeaky voice like a character out of the goonshow, she restores Bold Slasher to life.

The performance ended, as tradition demands, with a rendition of We Wish You a Merry Christmas.

St Ethelwold’s is secured thanks to your generous support


Trustees at St Ethelwold’s House says a midwinter surge in donations has meant the appeal has reached £72,000, securing the future of the building.

There are still a few events and pledges to come, so the Fund will remain open until 31 January, when final figures will be confirmed.

Any additional money raised will help rebuild reserves after meeting the final costs of repairing the rotten timbers. Trustees says the level of generosity has exceeded expectations and will allow the work to be completed with confidence for the future.

Coming in just before Christmas, with the fund raising indicator, reminded me of the indicators for the Blue Peter Christmas appeals is the 1970s when lots of children collected old newspapers, used postage stamps, or aluminium foil to be turned into cash for life boats, children’s charities and emergency appeals.

It has been an inspiring time, hearing why St Ethelwold’s is appreciated in Abingdon. Trustees says they will continue to care for the house, the garden and the spirit of the place, so they can be cherished by future generations.

They look forward to inviting everyone to celebrate soon.

Tuesday at Preston Road Community Centre including the Prize Bingo


At Preston Road Community Centre there were several activities taking place during the day. In the small hall the lace makers were at work, while a health group met in the medium hall. As evening approached and these groups finished, volunteers arrived to bring in food for the Foodbank Christmas hampers, which are distributed this Wednesday. Supplies were brought over from the depot at Christ Church and also from Waitrose.

Later on, the medium hall was taken over by Tuesday night prize bingo. The no-cash prizes were laid out in advance and included hampers, some alcohol, and a wide range of other items.

The evening went well, although there was a moment of confusion with the bingo calling machine. It displays two numbers: the number to call on the right, and the count of numbers called so far on the left. After announcing the next prize in one game, with the line already won, Bob announced the full house prize on the green ticket as ‘a beech serving board’. He added, ‘It is a big one,’ holding it up, which prompted some interesting replies. Shortly afterwards, he began reading out ’30, 31′ — the count of numbers — rather than the bingo numbers themselves, before realising what had gone wrong. Jill came through from counting the money to help get things back on track. Jill is the more experienced caller.

At the halfway break there was free party food and a drink for everyone. That was followed by more games and then a free Christmas game to win a convector heater. The evening then moved on to the raffle and cash prizes.

Bob rounded things off by telling a Christmas joke:
‘Why do you never see Father Christmas in hospital? Because he has a private elf service.’

He then wished everyone a Merry Christmas and said he looked forward to seeing them all again in the New Year.