Genealogical history of Ivy of Maidenhead 

This ancient family of Celts derive their surname from a small fishing town and harbour of Saint Ives in Cornwall, founded in the fifth century by the Irish woman Martyr Saint Hya or Iya - who accompanied Saint Piran on his missionary journey.   This village at the time of the Domesday is shewn as but a small Chapelry Of Lelant an unimportant member of the distant manor of Ludgvan. 

Of the few Christian inhabitants, adjacent to the chapelry - tempus Ed. III (A.D. 1004) some adopted the style “de Ives” or “de Ivese” and as was the custom in those days of little learning, the variation, in the spelling of the name, was not a consequence and in fact, was frequently a device used for the differentiating between father & son or families of the same blood.  Consequently, the name is encountered in many forms of which the more common are IVES, IVESE, IVEYS, IVEZ, IVIE IVIES, IVEASE, IVERS. 

The legend of the present family derives from the early attachment to Hampshire where from the time of the conquest until the early XIV century their ancestors were seated. 

Hugh de IVEZ & the Lands of Minstead

Minstead (XI cent.);  Minstead (XV  cent.)

The parish of Minstead including Canterton,  London Minstead, and Alum Green (formerly extra-parochial) contains 13 acres of land covered with water and 10,321 acres of land of which 399 acres arable 1253 are permanent grass, 2832 Woodland exclusive of The New Forest.   Two streams known as the Fleet Water and Bartley Water, flow through the parish in the South Easterly direction in Canterton Glen upwards of a mile from Minstead is Rufus Stone, marking the site of the oak tree from which the arrow fatal to William Rufus is said to have a glanced.  Near this Glenn is Stony Cross one of the highest parts of The New Forest from which may be seen Romsey Abbey. 

Before the conquest, Minstead assessed at 3 1/2 hide was held by a certain Goderic Malf whose son in 1066 were holding half a hide; the remaining three hides had been taken into The New Forest a house at Winchester worth 12 d yearly was attached to the Manor. 

By deduction from the facts, stated below the name IVEZ was alternately for that of Minstead in the Xll & early XIII Centuries and yet was also the name of a fee held by special serjeanty by the descendants of the sons of Godric Malf, including lands in Minstead,  Bisterne (in Ringwood) and Totton.  These three Manors were from the first closely associated they were held by Godric Malf before the conquest by his sons in 1085 and follow the same descent in later years so it is reasonable to suppose they were also associated in the 12th century period yet Minstead under that name does not appear from the 11th to the 13th century period however in 1186 to 87 it is written that talich was due to the king from IVEZ, but a storm piston and Turlington Totton which belong to hear that of a rendered by the man of piston and tighten period the portion of huge EVA had a deadly by that time passed through there and that air was Andrew De IVEZ  who at the time of the test that Neville was holding one Burgate of land in Totton and was identical with the And Rudy Minstead who was also at this time according to an undated charter granting out adjoining land to get the testwood.  

At the time of the Testa De Nevill, Reginald de Bettesthorne  who also evidently held the portion in Totton that had belonged to Robert son of Ulf and Maud de IVEZ were holding jointly in IVEZ. (Minstead) a Carucate of land for the service of one man armed with a halberd for 40 days in England and for finding the king whenever he should stay at IVEZ,  straw for his horse. 

Martin de IVEZ widow of Hugh and mother of Andrew was holding her moiety in dower but evidently died before 1248–9 in which year Andrew de IVEZ or Minstead as he was alternately called was said to hold jointly with John the Bettesthorne (then a minor) son and heir of Reginald and Maud, half a hide in Testwood, Eling & Bisterne by serjeanty.  On the death of Andrew, in the same year,  this property was described as “………lande a mill in “IVEZE” held for half the above serjeanty……”.  His son and heir, William already 30 years old, succeeded to this property; the other half remained with John the Bettesthorne son of Reginald And Maud. 

William eBay what is called upon to serve the king in the following terms William to eat a son and air of And Rudy EV deceased who have land at Evers hence 27 September 12 49 ING summoned to serve against the Welsh he will serve in person with a horse Faberge helmet and Lance 15th September 12 77 having 430 140 in lands in Hampshire summoned to serve against the Scots 24th of June 1300–1 bracket p.W.) qualified for knighthood in 12 55–6, see record of nights of Edward one John the bed is Thorne and William to EV were said to be holding their land conjointly by the aforementioned surgeon tree while and 12 79–80 they were given as something lands of John the Bella Thorne and William Demense dead at the same date William – as William de Minstead was granting out neighbouring lands in Totton and Testwood. 

From this time onwards the use of the name Yves as is substituted by that of Minstead Bella Thorne and Minstead continue to hold side-by-side their respective halves of the fee

This in 1272, settlement was made on John the Baptist Dawn and Margaret is wife of one massage, 1050 acres of land 1000 acres of wood 3S.5D rent in Minstead, the Edwinson of Minstead church and land and rent in Totton et cetera representing the better store moiety. 

And 1316 Walter Deborah Stone son of Margaret and John was holding Munstead conjointly with Julian a widow of William of rivers who represented the Minstead interest she was the widow of John them instead who was the son of William IV of form instead referred HEATHER to before her second marriage to William do rivers she was succeeded by Thomas de Minstead eldest son of her first marriage Thomas died and 1361. 

Chapter 3 - K: Saturday 10th March - Logged 64 miles

The skipper had an anxious watch from 01.00 to 5.000h during which time the haze thickened and the aircraft noises proved to be the sound of breakers, as the current was setting us inshore.  He pinched "Penelope" and managed to steer a more southerly course at a tangent from the land.

Soon After, I went below, we lost Dassen Island light and failed to pick up, in the haze, the red and White occulting light on Robben Island, which should have winked through before Dassen Island Lighthouse was out of range.

At 06.00h I awoke and saw Juan's sea-booted legs on the ladder leading to the Navigation room.  The sound of breakers was very loud and Juan was just about to call the skipper.  It was then daylight, the haze had lifted and "Penelope" was just making way (estimated speed 1.1/2 knots) about 300 metres from a lee-shore at Blaauwberstrand, with collosal (sic) breakers pounding on the sand and the rocks to port.  We called the skipper quickly, threw off the guys and jibed to starboard, whilst the skipper dived into the engine room and got the diesel moving with incredible rapidity.  We slowly drew off the land and I made a cup of tea for all hands, with fresh brown bread, butter and cheddar cheese, bought at Saldanha.

Soon Afterwards Robben Island became visible through the haze, about 1.1/2 miles to starboard and we proceeded under sail and power into Table Bay.

At around 09.00h the haze lifted, Table Mountain came into view, we lowered sail and picked up the pilot.

By 10:30h we had passed through Duncan dock and were moored to a buoy in the Yacht basin, overlooking the handsome Royal Cape Yacht Club dependencies.

Our long voyage was over.

Yet another vessel had reached her destination and the readers of the "Shipping Intelligence" column of "the Times" on Monday might notice the brief announcement: "Penelope arrd. C'town 10th".

Chapter 3 - J: Friday 9th March - Logged Nil

Spent the morning cleaning up "Penelope" with midshipman Pretorius, who is to sail down to Cape Town with us, with another middie, whilst the skipper and other crew members went off to the Guano Islands to film the birds.

After lunch ashore, we all went back on board the ketch to prepare her for sea.  At 15.30h Commander Johnson and two of his senior officers came on board and we opened the bottle of champagne which had been reserved for our call at Tristan.  Whilst they were looking over "Penelope" a signal came in from the Admiralty at Pretoria vetoing the trip of the two midshipmen, much to everyone's disappointment.  Red tape again, presumably. As soon as our visitors departed, we hoisted "O V F" ("Thank you" in the International Code), slipped our moorings and put up the canvas.  Soon we were reaching merrily down the harbour accompanied by the navy's biggest and best launch with Commander Johnson, officers, and men circling round us.

Nearing the heads, the launch came almost alongside, caps were raised and we received a resounding "Hip Hip Hurrah".  We returned the compliment and as they wheeled to return to their base, we (barring the man at the wheel) sprang into the rigging and waved our farewells from the mastheads.  The skipper climbed hand over hand up the mizzen crosstrees.  An amazing feat for a man of his age.

Picked up a light North Westerly wind and set abroad-reach course to pass 5 miles outside Dassen Island.  

The weather report says some fog but otherwise fair.

I was on watch from 19.00-01.00h

At midnight we had Dassen Island light abeam to port estimated distance off 5 miles.

At 23.30h the 26,000 tons S/S "DOMINION MONARCH" passed North 2 miles to starboard of us, a blaze of lights.  Hazy

The Skipper and I heard also, sounds resembling aircraft.

Penelope logging 5 knots.

Chapter 3 - I: Thursday 8th March - Logged 16 Miles

Awoke with an early morning cup of coffee, followed by a whopping breakfast.

Went on board "Penelope" to fetch the movie camera, films and our soiled clothes which the Navy has offered to wash for us.

The Skipper then showed some films of the earlier part of Penelope's voyage and gave an impromptu talk in the auditorium of 300 officers and men of the base. 

Latter(sic) we filled up with fuel and water at the jetty and went into Saldanha village to buy some fresh fruit and vegetable for our final voyage to Cape Town.

My Sister Eda rang through from Cape Town to the base, having read of our arrival in the Cape Argus.  I had previously sent her a telegram to Mossel Bay telling her we were at Saldanha.  Unfortunately, we cannot send international cables from here so we must wait until we reach Cape Town for the "safe arrival" cables to Brazil.

In the evening there was a cocktail party and buffet supper in the Ward Room, partly as a send-off for one of Commander Johnson's chief administrative officer Flick, who is leaving the base to join the "Good Hope" and partly in our honour.  All the officers were present with their wives- very interested in the wild bearded men from Brazil!  After the usual speeches, the skipper made a further resume of the trip helped by a blackboard and maps.  He is accustomed to giving lectures and quickly obtains the interest of his audience.

Juan, who can only speak Spanish and a few words of French, had a whale of a time, consuming vast quantities of food and drink particularly a mixture of South African Brandy and Van de Hamm, an excellent local liqueur.  He has learned a few words of Afrikaans already.  Fortunately, perhaps, no one other than Oliver and I understood his final impassioned conversation with one of the officers' wives.  He told her at great length that she had such wonderful blue eyes, rose-bud lips, delicate hands, etc. and that he really wanted nothing more than the privilege of taking her to bed with him.  

The party thus ended happily and hilariously. 

Slept again in our luxurious surroundings. 

Our hosts at: 

S.A.S. "DROMMEDARIS"  (the official name of the base)

P.O. Saldanha

C.P. 

are:-     Commander James Johnson

             Lieut. Comdr. Bierman

            Lieut. Roy Kingon

               "     J. Johannsen

               "     Peter Ayris

          and others

Chapter 3 - H: Wednesday 7th March - Logged 135 Miles

The skipper called me at 01.30h to replace him after 12 hours at the wheel, as the wind had moderated slightly.  "Penelope" still logging 5 knots and labouring heavily through rough seas, shipping considerable spray.  The sun rose at 05.00h and I looked in vain for land to leeward.  Juan took over at 06.00h and soon afterwards the wind moderated further and we hoisted more canvas.

The sky cleared somewhat and the sea slowly turned a dark green colour, sure sign we are entering shallow water.  Flocks of South African gannets soon appeared and we say diving birds, shag and a seal.

The morning sight put us 25 miles NW of Saldanha Bay.  At 10.30h it was "Land HO"! as we say at last the long low coastline of Africa stretched out in the uncertain visibility ahead.

Decided to run the engine again and to put into this excellent anchorage to re-fuel and re-water, rather than run the risk of being blown out again into the deadly currents and land up at Port Nolloth, not recommended anchorage, or in the last analysis,  Luderitz Bay!  We soon identified North Head Lighthouse and Schooner Rock and at 13.30h - shortly after logging 4,000 miles from Rio, passed between the heads of the Guano Islands and entered Saldanha Bay.



This bay, about 60 miles north of Cape Town, discovered originally by the Portuguese Admiral Saldanha da Gama is the "natural" for the cape and Cape Town would undoubtedly have been built there had there been at that time, fresh water in the vicinity.

During World War II the Bay was used as a convoy assembly station and on one occasion no less than 104 ships were anchored in the harbour including the "Queen Mary".

We Lowered sail and approached the jetty in Houtjes Bay where some types were fishing, whom we hailed on the megaphone.   The fact that our last port was Rio seemed to shake them a trifle.

We were soon tied up alongside and then fell, almost miraculously into the kindest possible hands of the South African Navy, who maintain a training school at Saldanha.

We were invited immediately to the Commander's house and, lolling back in deep armchairs absorbed quantities of iced beer from pewter tankards.  We find it difficult to walk straight on "terra firme" after 39 days at sea.

Afterwards, we pulled off to a mooring buoy and were allocated accommodation in the officers quarters ashore, whence we repaired immediately.  The joy of a big hot bath, in these circumstances, defies description.

The welcome given us by the South African Navy was stupendous and, whether or not this can be taken as an example of S.African hospitality, to us it was manna from heaven.  The officers are one and all charming and most helpful and they seemed to think we had done something rather exceptional in sailing "Penelope" over from Rio.

Some S.African Sherry, an excellent dinner, and a night-cap completed the evening.  How good it is to sleep in a real bed, which doesn't try to pitch you out every half minute!!

Slept like a log.