City of London Coat-of-Arms - Fruit & Wool Exchange, Spitalfields, London, UK
N 51° 31.140 W 000° 04.528
30U E 702895 N 5711597
This coat-of-arms, for the City of London, is on a balconette on the third floor of the London Fruit Exchange and London Wool Exchange building on the south side of Brushfield Road in Spitalfields in east London.
Waymark Code: WMJGPR
Location: London, United Kingdom
Date Posted: 11/17/2013
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The Heraldry of the
World website tells us about the City of London
coat-of-arms:
"Official
blazon: Arms: Argent a Cross Gules in the
first quarter a Sword in pale point upwards of the last. Crest: On a Wreath
of the Colours a Dragon's sinister Wing Argent charged on the underside with a
Cross throughout Gules. Supporters: On either side a Dragon Argent charged on
the undersides of the wings with a Cross throughout Gules. Motto: 'DOMINE
DIRIGE NOS' - Lord, direct us.
Origin/meaning: The arms of London have never officially been granted, but have been
recorded at the College of Arms, albeit without supporters and crest. The crest
and helmet were granted on April 30, 1957.
The shield combines the cross of
St. George with the emblem of the city's patron, St. Paul. The first cathedral
dedicated to St. Paul was built in 605 in the city. The patron saint itself
already appears on a 13th century seal. The arms appear for the first time on a
seal from 1380.The sword has often been described or attributed to the dagger
with which Sir William Walworth, Mayor of London, stabbed the rebel Wat Tyler on
June 15th, 1381. The arms with the sword, however, predate this event. Another
story states that the sword was granted by King Richard II as a reward for
William Walworth's services to the King. There are, however, no historical
evidences for either story. The dragons appear for the first time on an
illustration in a book from 1633. The same book, the Survey of London, by Stow,
also first mentions the motto 'Domine dirige nos' (Lord, direct
us).
On a seal of the Mayoralty dating
from the late 14th century the arms show two lion supporters. These are not seen
elsewhere. The origin of the dragons is not clear, it may be that they are
derived from the story of St. George, the patron saint of England, in which the
saint kills a dragon. The sword and the dragons thus distinguished the arms of
the city from those of England.
The oldest known image of a crest
dates from 1539 when they appear on the reverse of the common seal of the city.
The oldest image is not very clear and looks like a fan-like object, charged
with the cross of St. George. By the end of the 17th century, the crest has
developed into the dragon wing. Sometimes the arms were shown with two wings,
facing each other."
The
London and Landscape Blog carries an interesting article about the exchange
and photographs. This extract tells us:
Opening in 1929, when the volume
of imported produce coming through the docks more than doubled in the ten
years after the First World War, the mighty Fruit & Wool Exchange in
Spitalfields was created to maintain London’s pre-eminence as a global
distribution centre. The classical stone facade, closely resembling the
design of Nicholas Hawksmoor’s Christ Church nearby, established it as a
temple dedicated to fresh produce as fruits that were once unfamiliar, and
fruits that were out of season, became available for the first time to the
British people.
After sixty years as a teeming warren of brokers and distributors, the
building languished when the Fruit & Vegetable Market moved out from
Spitalfields in 1991 and there were no wholesalers left to cross Brushfield
St and supplement their supplies of British produce from the auctions at the
Exchange. Since then, around sixty small businesses operated peaceably from
the building which through its shabby grandeur reminded every visitor that
it had once seen better days.
Yet it was only a matter of time before the notion of redevelopment arose,
and when ambitious plans were revealed over a year ago for a huge new
building to replace both the Exchange and the multi-storey car park behind
it – filling two entire blocks – a sense of disquiet was generated in
Spitalfields, especially among those who remembered the uneasy compromises
entailed in the rebuilding of the Market.
Few have been convinced by the homogeneous box that was proposed to stand in
place of the Exchange and many were disappointed when the creators of such
mediocrity dismissed the current structure as of negligible architectural
worth. In fact, the Commercial St end of the Exchange building closely
matched the window structure and red brick of the eighteenth century houses
in Fournier St, while the facade mirrored Christ Church itself. Since then,
a revised proposal has been forthcoming which retains the Brushfield St
frontage facing the Spitalfields Market but is far from being a design
worthy to face Nicholas Hawksmoor’s masterpiece of English Baroque upon the
opposite side of Commercial St.
And so, before it vanishes forever, I went over to take a look around and
savour the past glories of the City of London Fruit & Wool Exchange for the
last time.
Ascending from the grand entrance, a double staircase worthy of a ballroom
in a liner or fancy hotel leads you up to the auction rooms. Built as the
largest in the country, seating nearly nine hundred people, these
magnificent panelled chambers were each the height of two storeys within the
building. Fitted with microphones, which were an extraordinary innovation in
1929, possessing elaborate glass roofs that promised to simulate daylight –
even on dark and foggy days – to best illuminate the fruit, they were served
by high-speed hydraulic lifts to whisk samples of each consignment from the
basement in the blink of an eye. Too bad that a recent fire, occurring since
the redevelopment was announced, meant they could never be visited again.
Now the entrances to the most significant spaces which define this edifice
are sealed with tape and off-limits for ever, while charred parquet flooring
evidences the flames that crept out under the door.
Instead, I had to satisfy myself with a stroll around the empty top floor
through centrally-heated corridors maintained at a comfortable temperature
ever since the offices were all vacated two years ago. Everywhere I could
see evidence of the quality of this building, from the parquet floors which
extend through each storey, to the well-detailed brass fixtures and
high-quality Crittall window frames that were still in good order. Within
the building, hidden light-wells permit glass-ceilings to be illuminated by
daylight upon each storey. Peering into these spaces reveals the paradoxical
nature of this edifice which presents ne0-classicism to the street but
adopts a vigorous industrial-modernism within, employing vast geometric
shaped concrete girders to support the roof spans of the auction rooms below
and arranging rows of narrow metal windows in close grids that evoke Bauhaus
design.
From the top, I descended through floors of long windowless corridors lined
with doors, where an institutional atmosphere prevailed, hushing the speech
of those stepping outside their offices as they enter these strange
intermediary spaces that belong to no-one any more. My special curiosity was
to explore the basement which served as a refuge for the residents of
Spitalfields during the Blitz. It was here that Mickey Davies, an East End
optician known as “Mickey the Midget,” became a popular hero through his
work in improving the quality of this shelter. It had gained the reputation
as the worst in London, but later acquired the name “Mickey’s Shelter” in
acknowledgment of his good work. As a shelter marshall, Mickey witnessed the
overcrowding and insalubrious conditions when ten thousand people turned up
at this basement which had a maximum capacity of five thousand. He organised
medical care and recruited volunteers to undertake cleaning rotas. And,
thanks to his initiative, beds and toilets were installed, and even musical
entertainment arranged.
The vast subterranean network of chambers has been empty for twenty years
now – gloomy, neglected and scattered with piles of broken furniture.
Although partitions have been fitted to create storage rooms – where,
mysteriously, Rupert Murdoch recently installed his archive – the Commercial
St end of the building remains open and forlorn, with concrete pillars
adorned by graffiti. Fruit packers marked off batches of produce in pencil
on the wall here, and amused themselves by writing their names and making
clumsy doodles. In this lost basement, it is still possible to imagine the
world of Mickey Davies, where thousands once slept upon the floor while the
city burned outside.
From Brushfields St, the City of London Fruit & Wool Exchange appears
implacable – yet I discovered it contains a significant part of the hidden
history of Spitalfields that will shortly be erased, to leave just an empty
facade.
Bearer of Coat of Arms: Town
Full name of the bearer: Corporation of the City of London
Where is Coat of Arms installed (short description) ?: On the facade of the London Fruit and Wool Exchange building.
Material / Design: Cast metal
Blazon (heraldic description): See the detailed description.
Address: Brushefield Street
Spitalfields
London
United Kingdom
Web page about the structure where is Coat of Arms installed (if exists): [Web Link]
Web page about the bearer of Coat of Arms (if exists): [Web Link]
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