“I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes”
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Most of the Brontë sisters’ writings include descriptions of the Yorkshire moors, and they were truly a sight to behold. I felt like I was in Jane Eyre, or Wuthering Heights! After I’d had enough of the beautiful surrounding landscapes, it was a short car ride to the village of Haworth, where the Brontë sisters lived and died.
For those of you who may be unfamiliar with the Brontë sisters, I’ll give you a little background: Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë were stereotypical Victorian girls. Charlotte and Emily, as well as their older sisters, Maria and Elizabeth, were sent away to school in early childhood, three years after their mother passed away. They remained there until Maria and Elizabeth became sick and died. Charlotte and Emily returned home to their grieving father, brother, and little sister, Anne. Charlotte, Emily, and Anne turned to writing, and their works were heavily influenced by their own heartbreaking experiences. They all gained fame by 1847, their most notable works being Jane Eyre (written by Charlotte), Wuthering Heights (written by Emily), and Agnes Grey (written by Anne). Unfortunately, like most Victorians, their lives were cut short. Emily caught a severe cold at her brother’s funeral in 1848, which soon developed into tuberculosis and killed her at the age of 30. Anne died the following year of tuberculosis, at the age of 29. After six years without any of her siblings, Charlotte became ill and died three weeks before her 39th birthday, with her unborn child.
These photos are of their home, their grounds, the church they attended, and the church’s graveyard. Unfortunately, cameras were not allowed inside the home, which now serves as the Haworth Parsonage Museum, but it was fantastic and full of amazing treasures and artifacts from the family’s time on earth.
The Brontës were not buried in the church graveyard, but within the church itself. All except Anne, that is, who passed away in Scarborough and was laid to rest there.
Here you can see the names of all of the men who led the local church over the years, including the girls’ father, Patrick.
It was a melancholy experience getting to see this beautiful area fraught with such a tragic history, but I am a lover of the dark and disturbing, and this was one of the best places I’ve ever visited.
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