L.G.C. Smith
                     Two weeks ago, I wrote about my search to discover  where my last name, Coddington, came from. What I expected to be a  fairly straightforward answer, that it’s an English place name of a  common Anglo-Saxon type, got more interesting when I realized that most  of the Coddington/Cuddington parishes in England had church foundations  in the seventh century. That’s early, even in a country where plenty of  villages date back to Roman times, and no small few are older than that.
     Picking up the tale again, on GPT1 (Gene Pool Tour #1) we stayed in  a time share in Staffordshire, of all places, because it was almost  equidistant between so many of the Coddingtons. After a week spent  sussing them out and reading their parish church brochures, my sister,  Sarah, had had enough poking about. She insisted we spend a day doing  normal sightseeing: a ruined castle and Sherwood Forest. I did manage to  stick the priory church at Breedon-on-the-Hill on the itinerary because  I wanted to see the Saxon stone carvings there.
    After  slogging around in the rain at the castle ruins at Ashby-de-la-Zouche  (there are better castle ruins, but that was the closest), we turned up  at Breedon around noon. In the car park, the first thing we saw was a  couple in a Fiat Panda making a go of breeding on the hill without quite  enough steam on the windows to ensure complete privacy. My father still  thinks this is one of the punniest coincidences he’s ever witnessed.
     We poked through the churchyard, then went in to see the carvings.  Dad and Sarah zipped around and left Mom and me trapped by an old codger  from Leicester who proceeded on a low-key rant (we were in a church,  after all) about how Leicester had hardly any English people left in it,  and how sick he was of all the immigrants. Uncomfortable, but not  wanting to be rude, I read the church history brochure while my mother  disengaged as gracefully as possible. One line in the brochure, however,  nearly obscured this unvarnished view of English social tensions. It  said that Hugh Candidus, a monk of Peterborough, noted in the 12th  century that in the Priory Church of St. Mary and St. Hardulf at  Breedon, there was a shrine to a St. Cotta in Anglo-Saxon times.
    St. Cotta? Who was he? When did he live? How’d he get to be a saint? Might he have something to do with the Coddingtons?
     The difference between the –tt- and the –dd- isn’t necessarily  substantive. Medieval spellings make this quite clear. Even in the 21st  century, I can’t tell you how many times my last name has been  misspelled with –tt- instead of the double d. (We are not fairy  squashers!) The long /d/ is often articulated in everyday speech as an  alveolar flap, which is, strictly speaking, neither a /t/ nor a /d/.  Many people pronounce ‘later’ and ‘ladder’ with the identical sound for  the middle. It’s not phonemic, but exists as an allophone of both  intervocalic /t/ and /d/ in American English.  There’s an IPA  (International Phonetic Alphabet) symbol for it, a kind of small  r-shaped thing. The original –dd- in Coddingtont has sometimes been  spelled as –rr-. There’s an entire branch of the family, confirmed  through DNA analysis, that spells their name Corrington.
    It  was possible that St. Cotta might have been St. Codda when written by  someone else’s hand. Or even St. Cudda. The original vowel wasn’t  pronounced as it is in either Standard American English or Standard  British English pronunciations of /o/ and /u/. It was a bit more fronted  and rounded, and when followed by the suffix –ington, the /i/ further  fronted in a process called i-umlaut. It’s a sound change thing in Old  English. By the 16th century, in the southeast of England, mostly Surrey  and Kent, the rounded vowel eventually influenced the perception of the  initial consonant producing the spelling ‘Quiddington.’ There are other  geographical/social contexts where it looks like the rounding and  fronting was lost very early, perhaps by the eighth century, and  possibly due to influence from local British dialects (this may be a  stretch; I’m still working on it) producing Cadda or Catta. That’s  another story, though, and I’ve probably already delved too far into  phonology for most folks as it is (and not enough for linguists --  sorry!).
    After the trip, I began running down all the  obscure Anglo-Saxon saints I could find. No other mentions of St. Cotta.  Drat. But I didn’t give up. I went back to my maps.
    I  couldn’t help noticing that the Coddingtons, (shorthand for all the  various spellings), appear in a ring around the Midlands of England. The  answer to what this might signify might seem obvious to those of you  who know even a little about the Anglo-Saxon period. It wasn’t clear to  me because I didn’t know much more than that there had been Anglo-Saxons  at some point. I’d been boning up on Roman Britain for a few years, but  past 5oo AD, I was lost until the 15th century, and I was on shaky  ground there.
    Nonetheless, that ring of names kept niggling  at me. It couldn't be a random distribution, but I don't do math, so I  couldn't really prove that. I started checking on other common –ington  names to see how they were distributed. Doddington, Billington,  Addington, Ellington, Eddington and more. Sometimes I saw a suggestion  of a regional focus to the distribution, as with Piddingtons in  Oxfordshire, Buckinghamshire, and Northamptonshire.  Others ranged north  to south and east to west. As one example, there are Doddington place  names from Kent to Northumberland with lots in between.  No other fairy  rings jumped out at me. There might be some, but I didn’t find them.
[Image]Mercia in the 8th Century or so
     Eventually, I learned enough to recognize that the Coddingtons  formed a ring that roughly followed the bounds of the Kingdom of Mercia  in the mid-seventh to eighth centuries. Boundaries were pretty  changeable then, so it was a bit hard to tell given my lack of Early  Medieval Britain expertise. The Surrey Cuddington where my family most  likely came from was perhaps too far to the south and east, though the  Chertsey Abbey charter from around 674 AD that first mentions that lands  in Cuddington were granted to the abbey by Frithuwold, a sub-king under  Wulfhere of Mercia. At least some of the time, then, Mercian interests  held sway in the area.
    Next I wondered what the link between  these sites might be. The simplest reason appeared to be that they  represented a monastic network. I learned that the growth of minsters,  the Old English word for monasteries, exploded in the mid to later  seventh century.  As the Anglo-Saxon kings converted to Christianity,  they endowed the Church with extensive lands. Members of royal  households often became abbesses and abbots in control of these lands.  The practice gradually worked its way down the social ladder so that  many landed families established their own minsters. Certainly many of  these foundations were piously motivated, but the tax advantages of  converting family land to Church land under family control seems to have  been at least as big a factor.
    I examined the Coddington sites  more closely. I availed myself of the wondrous Ordnance Survey Explorer  Series Maps, and pondered the many Coddingtons for hours. And hours. I  stuck the maps up on the wall in my hallway and stared at them some  more. To my delight, place name and geographic patterns emerged.
     Most of the sites were within a couple of miles of a major Roman  road. There seem to be Roman Roads everywhere you look in Britain, so  that might not mean a great deal, but these included some of the Really  Big Roads. The Dee Valley sites in Cheshire are close to the extension  of Watling Street north of Wroxeter (Viroconium) to Chester (Deva). The  Surrey site is on Stane Street from London to Chichester. The  Nottinghamshire site is close to the Fosse Way between Leicester (Ratae)  and Lincoln (Lindum). The Derbyshire site near Crich was close to the  road from Derby (Derventio) to Rotherbury, and the ones in Herefordshire  and Buckinghamshire are also close to major routes. The Vale Royal site  in Cheshire is along a supposed Roman road from Chester to the  saltworks at Northwich.
    Most of these sites are also close  to a major river crossing or bridge. The Cheshire sites are close to the  Dee, the Derbyshire site to the Derwent, and the Nottinghamshire site  lies slightly to the east of the River Trent. Three of these along the  northern arc of the circle share some surprising place name clusters, as  well.
    Coddington, Cheshire sits next to Aldersey Parish and a  couple of miles west of the crossing of the River Dee at Farndon.  Coddington, Derbyshire sits across the River Derwent from Alderwasley  Parish. Coddington, Notts, is a few miles east of an ancient crossing of  the Trent near the Roman Ad Pontem, now Thorpe Parish, which sits  immediately south of another Farndon.
    It’s possible that  'Farndon' derives from an Old English fern root, but given the presence  of the alder names, I think it’s more likely to come from the old Celtic  root fearn, which also means alder. Alder trees grow well in damp soil,  and once cut, their wood doesn’t rot in damp ground as quickly as most.  It was often used for bridges in pre-industrial times. There’s a  certain sense to riverside settlements using alder or fearn in their  names, but why would these three Coddington parishes occur next to them?  Once again, that doesn’t appear random.  But why alders?
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     Fearn is also one of the Ogham letters, the Celtic alphabet used  primarily in inscriptions in the sub-Roman and early medieval periods in  Britain and Ireland. The letters have tree and plant names. They’ve  been associated with both Druidic practice and the early Celtic Church. I  assumed a lot of this to be faux folklore manufactured during Victorian  times when anything Celtic was fair game for highly romanticized  treatment. However, studying these place names made me willing to  reconsider that. Particularly when it struck me that the first syllable  of Coddington sounds fairly similar to Welsh coed, which means a wood,  timber, or trees. Even more so when I finally noticed that the Cheshire  Coddington and Cuddington west of Malpas are quite close to the site of  what Bede describes as a major British monastery at Bangor Monachorum,  and which is called Bangor-ys-y-Coed today. (First Breedon on the hill,  and now Bangor under the wood. We poor Coddballs are doomed to  indignity.)
    Supposedly, the Celtic Church’s liturgical year  may have been influenced by the Ogham tree names, which were also used  as a calendar, with a month for each tree. The trees each had a  spiritual significance passed down from druid times that the early  Celtic Church may have incorporated. The Alder month was the month in  spring in which Easter fell. The alder represented resurrection and the  teaching of the tenets of Christianity. The cross has long been referred  to as a tree. I think the Coed in Bangor’s modern name may have arisen  out of an older symbolic use of ‘wood’ as the Cross.
    Here’s Bede’s account of the monastery at Bangor:
  For afterwards the warlike king of the English, Æthelfrith, of whom we  have spoken, having raised a mighty army, made a very great slaughter  of that heretical nation, at the city of Legions, (Chester) which by the  English is called Legacaestir, but by the Britons more rightly  Car-legion. Being about to give battle, he observed their priests, who  were come together to offer up their prayers to God for the combatants,  standing apart in a place of greater safety; he inquired who they were,  and what they came together to do in that place. Most of them were of  the monastery of Bangor, in which, it is said, there was so great a  number of monks, that the monastery being divided into seven parts, with  a superior set over each, none of those parts contained less than three  hundred men, who all lived by the labour of their hands. Many of these,  having observed a fast of three days, had come together along with  others to pray at the aforesaid battle, having one Brocmail for their  protector, to defend them, whilst they were intent upon their prayers,  against the swords of the barbarians. King Æthelfrith being informed of  the occasion of their coming, said; "If then they cry to their God  against us, in truth, though they do not bear arms, yet they fight  against us, because they assail us with their curses." He, therefore,  commanded them to be attacked first, and then destroyed the rest of the  impious army, not without great loss of his own forces. About twelve  hundred of those that came to pray are said to have been killed, and  only fifty to have escaped by flight. Brocmail, turning his back with  his men, at the first approach of the enemy, left those whom he ought to  have defended unarmed and exposed to the swords of the assailants. Thus  was fulfilled the prophecy of the holy Bishop Augustine, though he  himself had been long before taken up into the heavenly kingdom, that  the heretics should feel the vengeance of temporal death also, because  they had despised the offer of eternal salvation. (from Bede,  Ecclesiastical History of England, Book II, Ch. II)
    I don’t  think the Bangor monasteries were all at Bangor, though that’s been the  common assumption. I think they were spread out over a wide range of  British territory before the Angles and Saxons appeared, and that they  had centers of teaching that served a wider community of farms and  settlements. I think they kept up roads and bridges in the post-Roman  period, as well as providing other services. They were central points  for social and economic organization as well as religion.
     The Coddingtons existed as part of this monastic network for a long  while before they were called Coddington. After Æthelfrith’s massacre of  so many of the Bangor monks, I think the network was crippled for many  years. Around 625 AD, I believe Hugh Candidus’s St. Cotta began to  rebuild the Bangor monasteries, establishing new teaching centers next  to the old Alder-named locations of the old houses.
      All that was left was to figure out who he might have been.  Next up: The Secret Saint.
 
7 comments:
Ohh, I love these posts, LGC. I get all lost reading them. Can't wait for your secret saint.
Thanks, Adrienne! Sorry about losing the maps. Weird things happened with the post this time.
I must say that I love how you were able to work in (ahem) a little eroticism with the car park.... :)
I'm going to re-read this and find all the erotic parts ;-) Great to read about your investigations -- I feel as though I'm along for the ride! Looking forward the the Secret Saint!
listening to theorize or reading it here is always so much fun and a fascinating look at the development of language. :)
Erotic. Yeah. I sort of blew that one off, but not because I don't have things to say about erotica. This particular bit of research about names has had its baser moments along with lots of excitement of a more cerebral sort. However, I've undertaken OTHER research projects that were, erm, a bit more carnal. All in the name of becoming a better writer. Honest. :)
I read your posts at work in the middle of the night, and my brain is fried, and all I can think is: she's so SMART. :)
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