Ernest Fielder: Photographing Sevenoaks

If you’ve followed Sevenoaks History Hub for a while, you may have noticed that quite a few of the old black-and-white photographs and postcards I share have something in common.

Whether it’s Greatness Lane, the High Street, St John’s Hill, Knole or one of Sevenoaks’ quieter corners, the same name often appears on the front or back of the card:

E. Fielder, Sevenoaks.

Ernest Fielder was a professional photographer based at 121 St John’s Hill. Before the First World War he was already employed as an assistant photographer. He enlisted in the Royal West Kent Regiment in November 1916, was mobilised the following year and served in France from 1918, where his service record shows he was wounded in action.

The studio took photographs of other local men serving, including this one of Thomas ‘Tom’ Porter who served on HMS Arethusa. The Fielder mark can be seen in the bottom right of the image.

Stoker Tom Porter and his wife, Cis

After the war he returned to Sevenoaks and built the photographic business for which he is now remembered.

Advertisement in the Sevenoaks Chronicle, June 1920

By June 1920 he was advertising his services in the Sevenoaks Chronicle. As well as portrait photography, he offered wedding photographs, football and cricket team pictures, enlargements, copying old photographs and picture framing. His studio was only a couple of minutes from Bat & Ball station and his advertisement ended with the confident line: “Distance no object.”

The 1921 Census records Ernest as a self-employed photographer, while the 1939 Register describes his occupation as “Photographer – Portrait, Commercial and Retail.” Photography wasn’t simply something he enjoyed doing; it was his livelihood for decades.

Many of the postcards he produced carry the simple imprint “By E. Fielder, Sevenoaks, Kent”, leaving little doubt that he was the photographer as well as the publisher. Looking through them, it’s clear he wasn’t interested only in landmark buildings like Knole, or special occasions. He photographed the places that made up everyday Sevenoaks – the High Street, Greatness, St John’s Hill, schools, churches and countless ordinary streets that people walked every day without giving them much thought.

The High Street with the Chronicle Office on the right

It’s those ordinary scenes that have become the most valuable. A hundred years later they show us buildings that have disappeared, roads before they were widened, open spaces now built over and a town that was changing but still recognisably Sevenoaks.

Hartslands Road

One thing that has particularly struck me while researching Ernest is the number of different views that survive. Many are individually numbered, suggesting he built up a substantial catalogue over many years. I suspect (hope!) that there are still plenty waiting to be rediscovered in family albums, old postcard collections and forgotten boxes in lofts.

Sevenoaks School and the almshouses, taken from the tower of St Nicholas church

Ernest Fielder wasn’t a household name beyond his own town but his photographs have quietly become part of Sevenoaks’ visual history. Without them, our understanding of how the town looked during the first half of the twentieth century would be much poorer.

This family portrait features Doris, Alan and Valerie. Taken at 121, St John’s Hill in October 1949

Ernest died in 1969 aged seventy and the Sevenoaks Chronicle printed an obituary:

Mr. Fielder was born in Sevenoaks and was a pupil at Bayham Road School. He and his two brothers joined in a photographic business which still thrives at the foot of St. John’s Hill.

He was apprenticed to the trade and over the years he and his brother became widely known for the excellence of their work and especially their printing for amateurs.

Mr. Fielder was a devout churchman. He was active at the Methodist Church near his home for many years and became church secretary and superintendent of the Sunday School. But in later years he returned to his original church to become a member of the Baptist congregation.

He served throughout the 1914–18 War and was slightly gassed. Although this affected him in later life at times he was noted for his quiet good humour.

Mr. Fielder attended the funeral of an old acquaintance on Friday and it was while in the church that he collapsed and died. He leaves a wife and son.

Please do let me know if you have any photos or postcards by Ernest and any stories or memories about his shop, especially a photo of Ernest himself. I would love to build up a more complete archive of his work.

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Sources

This article is based on the 1921 Census, the 1939 Register, First World War service records, contemporary advertisements in the Sevenoaks Chronicle, and surviving Ernest Fielder postcards and photographs from my private collection.

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Easter Memories from the Quakers Hall Bakery

The Quakers Hall Bakery stood on Quakers Hall Lane at the bottom of Cobden Road, as this photograph shows. It was in business in the early 1900s and this image has been dated to around 1912, when it was owned by Biggs Bros. The business later changed hands, and subsequently became an undertakers, before being demolished and converted into flats and houses.

Thanks to a History Hub follower who sent in some recollections of one of the family, which were printed in a magazine in the 1980s and you can read below.

…It was Hot Cross Bun time when activity was at its most hectic. The firm supplied approximately 2,000 customers and if each ordered an average of seven buns (they were sold in sevens, half a baker’s dozen?) a total of 14,000 needed to be made and delivered. All of these had to he baked in a short time – not more than 24 hours – in addition, of counse, to the bread normally baked.

Making the dough began on the Wedsesay night and continued all through Thursday, the last batch being made early on Good Friday morning. As soon as they began to come out of the oven, and when they had cooled a little, they had to be brushed over with hot meited sugar. It was at this point that all hands were enlisted.

Every member of the family, some seven or eight of us, set to work brushing the buns and then bagging them, seven to a bag. These were sold for six old pence! After a while the acrid smell of the hot sugar not only made my eyes smart but I also felt quite sick. We all had do work at great speed, and very early in the morning dozens of bags were loaded on to vans waiting in the yard, ready for the delivery men to rush them round to customers throughout the town and surrounding villages.

The 1921 census (c. The National Archives; findmypast 1921) shows Betty Bigg (later Pharoah) whose memories feature in this post, living at 37, Quakers Hall Lane with her father, Frederick George Bigg, a master bread baker.

At first these vans were horse-drawn, but later on motor vans, gradually introduced, enabled the operation to be further speeded up. When the last load finally left the yard a sigh of relief went up from all concerned. It was indeed a most exhausting operation but one which no-one questioned and about which no-one complained. It was taken for granted that it was important and right that the customers should come first – the firm was there to serve them. One thing is certain those who had the privilege of eating those buns thoroughly enjoynd them. They were delicious.

It was in 1932 at the end of Hot Cross Bun time that my uncle said, “That is the last batch of Hot Cross Buss for me. ” And so it was. By the next Good Friday the business had been sold and my father and his brother had retired. It in doubtful if any other baker carried on this annual mammoth task. Certain it is that no one does today. Nevertheless, I would dearly love just once more to savour the sweet smell of hot melted sugar on Hot Cross Buns and, most of all, to taste one of those delicious confections for less thas one old penny.