In the stratified world of medieval England, the yeoman was wedged into a slot between the gentry and the peasants. Then history came along and blurred the categories, leaving confusion in its wake.
History will do that if you let it.
The hazy definition of a yeoman
One way to define both the medieval aristocracy (they had titles) and the gentry (the people just under them, who didn’t), is to say that they owned land but didn’t (god forbid!) get their hands dirty by working it. So we can define yeomen as people who owned some land and also worked it.
There were more yeomen than either gentry or aristocrats, but nowhere near as many of them as of the people below them–the serfs and free but poor laborers. Above all, yeomen were free. In an age where most people who worked the land were serfs, that was hugely important.
If that all sounds clear, stay with me. I can get laundry muddy while it’s still in the machine.
Yes, thank you. It’s a gift.
A yeoman could hold a fairly wide range of land and still be a yeoman. In The Time Traveller’s Guide to Medieval England (you might want to get your hands on a copy, because you never know when you’ll need it, do you?), Ian Mortimer tells us (or me, since you haven’t gotten your copy yet) that the most prosperous yeomen would have been well fed and comfortable, with servants to help with both the housework and on the land. Some, in fact, rented whole estates from lords, ran the manor courts, and effectively functioned as lords. After the plague, this became relatively common, although some definitions will tell you that owning land was central to the definition.
So some yeomen owned land and some rented it. Owning land was central to the definition of the yeoman and also wasn’t necessary.There’s your first bit of clarity breaking down, so let’s confuse the picture more.
They weren’t all in the same economic situation. Well below the most prosperous yeomen were others with some thirty acres of land, a third of which (like all land in this period) needed to lie fallow each year, leaving them with twenty acres that produced crops each year. In a good year, they’d be okay. In a bad year–in a series of bad years–they wouldn’t be.
And below them? A yeoman might have no more than eight acres, and a bad year might force him to sell it, leaving him and his family to find whatever way they could to support themselves.
In his sixteenth century Chronicles, Raphael Holinshed (don’t feel bad; I never heard of him before either) described yeomen as having free land worth £6 per year and as not being entitled to bear arms.
Other sources will also tell you that yeomen kept arms and fought for whoever their lord was, with yeomen becoming a category of soldier. The contradiction might be explained by the passage of time: What century was it when you opened the shutters and looked out at this green and pleasant land?
It’s also possible that it can’t be explained that way. A yeoman’s son left an account of his father fighting for the king against the Cornish rebels in 1497–before Holinshed– and being not just armed but on horseback.
Aren’t the gaps and contradictions in the historical record fun?
In English Society in the Later Middle Ages, Maurice Keen talks about the terms yeoman, husbandman, ploughman, and hind coming into use in the fifteenth century, replacing the earlier division of the rural population into villein, bondman, and cottar, whose point of reference is the manor. Do what you like with that.
Were yeomen a class?
That will depend, at least partly, on how you define class. In an age when land ownership was the measure of your social standing, a yeoman who rented his land from a lord might have gone against expectations by being materially better off than a yeoman who owned only a small piece. Their role in village life would have been very different and their economic interests might have been different. What united them as a category was that in a time when most people who worked the land were serfs, they were free. And, of course, that they weren’t gentry, even if at the top end they brushed up against the gentry.
So were they a class?
Forget it. I’m staying out of this.
A village’s more prosperous yeoman families (yeo-families?) were likely to fill the local roles, becoming the ale tasters, the jurors, the haywards, the constables, the tithing men, the churchwardens. They might also have become the lords’ retainers and so part of the lords’ households, and at some point, the word came to mean retainer, attendant, guard, subordinate official.
But you noticed the word man tucked inside yeoman, right? Landowners were entirely or overwhelmingly male, and power (and with it, the slant of thought and language) was overwhelmingly male, but this was an age when adults married and if they could, had kids. So what were the wives and daughters of yeomen called? Ask Lord Google about yeowomen and he’ll lead you to only the most marginal of dictionaries. The respectable ones blink their eyes hazily and say, “Yeo-what?”
The absence of yeo-words for the yeoman’s family members weighs (as far as I can tell, and keep in mind that I have no expertise in this field whatsoever) on the side of them not being a class or definable group that’s expected to behave as a group and restock itself.
On the side of seeing yeomen as a cohesive group, though, if not necessarily a self-perpetuating one, were the Sumptuary Laws of 1363, which forbid yeomen or their families from wearing silver, gold, jewels, enamelware, silk, embroidery, or any of the more expensive furs. Their clothing had to be made from fabric that cost no more than £2 for the whole cloth.
What does the whole cloth mean? My best wild guess is a full bolt, because £2 was a shitload of money at that point.
Ditto an act of 1445 that prohibited anyone of yeoman status or below from sitting in Parliament.
On the side of not seeing them as a cohesive group, some of the more prosperous yeomen intermarried with the gentry. Some might apprentice their children to tradesmen–the more prosperous ones to the more lucrative trades and the less to the less. On either level, though, they moved into a different category within the medieval social structure.
The children of some yeomen might become servants in other households, and here we need to stop and look at the role of servants.
In How to Be a Tudor, Ruth Goodman says that servants were often in their teens and likely to work only a few years before marrying and setting up their own households. The divide between servant and master or mistress wasn’t huge, and it wasn’t just the rich who had servants. The servants of the non-rich, though, weren’t there to provide personal services. A small-scale husbandman–a category of farmers below the yeomen–might take on a servant to help with the housework or the land, and there was always plenty of that.
The servant’s work depended on the household they served, and being a servant was less a question of class than of age. The child of a prosperous yeoman might serve in a richer household, and a Tudor-era description of dinner at a viscount’s house (dinner being at 10 a.m.) involved the gentleman usher, the yeoman usher, the yeoman of the ewery (in charge of hand washing and towels), the gentlemen waiters, the yeoman of the cellar, and I have no idea how many other people running around and bowing (even to an empty room).
For our purposes, what matters in all this silliness is yeoman seems to be a title here, not a distinct class of person. He’s not the top servant in the dining room, but he’s there and he has a job title, matching one of the definitions in the Collins Dictionary: a lesser official in a royal or noble household. They also toss in a subordinate to an official (a sheriff, for example) or to a craftsman or trader.
Yeomen and the military
Henry VII created the Body Guard of the Yeomen of the Guard, known to their friends and family as the Yeomen of the Guard. They’re the oldest military corps in Britain, having guarded not just the kings and queens but Charles II during the Commonwealth, when II was in exile in France and the king of nothing at all.
Their job traditionally involved guarding the inside of the monarch’s palaces and tasting his (or occasionally her) meals in case someone was trying to poison him. Or her. One of them got the monarch’s bed ready and one slept outside the bedroom. In a very un-British defiance of tradition, that bit of rigamarole’s been abandoned, but the job titles–sorry, ranks–still exist: Yeoman Bed-Goer and Yeoman Bed-Hanger.
If there was a title for the food taster, I haven’t found it. I suggest Yeoman I’m Not Sure That Tastes Right, Maybe I Should Have a Second Bite. Or Yeoman You Got Any Dessert to Go with That?
Don’t confuse the Yeomen of the Guard with the Yeoman Warders. The Warders still guard the Tower of London and the two uniforms are similar but the Warders wear a red cross belt that runs diagonally across the front of their tunics.
A what?
Damned if I know. Can we talk about something else?
Thanks. Let’s backtrack:
In 1794, Britain eyeballed the threat from revolutionary France and then eyeballed its military, which was a combination of draftees (you only had to serve if you couldn’t afford to pay for a substitute) and volunteers, and it decided the structure was too shaky for the weight a war was likely to put on it.
Its solution was to form volunteer units that would be subject to military discipline. More radically, when they were called out, they’d be paid. The cavalry units were to be recruited–at least theoretically–from yeoman farmers. They owned horses, after all, so there were halfway there. You didn’t expect the government to provide them, did you? Recruits also provided their own uniforms, but the government supplied their arms and ammunition.
Their officers were from the aristocracy or the gentry, because that was the natural order of things.
Those units became the yeomanry, or yeomanry cavalry, and they continued as a volunteer military force that could be called out in case of an invasion or to put down revolts. Because they were less than fully trained, they played a disastrous role in the Peterloo Massacre.
In 1907, they were merged into the Territorial Army. The Royal Yeomanry continues as a light cavalry force within the British Army Reserve.
The Royal Navy and Marines have the ranks yeoman of signals and chief yeoman of signals. They’re petty officers. None of that has much, if anything, to do with original meaning of the word except that they keep the sense of someone who’s not high up the ladder but who’s recognizably not on the bottom.
And finally, let’s come back to yeo-women. Women are now members of the Yeoman Warders, and they’re called yeomen. Ditto–and more interestingly–in the U.S. women became yeomen during World War I. The military had no entry points for women except an accidental one. The Naval Act of 1916 said the reserve force would include “all persons who may be capable of performing special useful service for coastal defense.”
Who’d have thought, when it was written, the a person might be a woman? So they left a loophole and women got through it. The military needed bodies, and the secretary of the Navy and the Bureau of Navigation (which translates into the personnel department) decided that nothing in the language kept women from enlisting in the reserves. In 1917 they started actively recruiting. Women became radio operators, stenographers, nurses, messengers, and chauffeurs, truck drivers, cryptographers, and mechanics.
Most of them were yeomen (F), meaning female yeomen.
Nobody had figured out what they were supposed to do for uniforms, though. Wearing anything other than a skirt or dress still lay outside the wildest official (and for the most part, unofficial) imagination, so they were given some money and some guidelines and told to find themselves something vaguely uniformish.
They had to find their own places to live as well.
thank you for sharing, i enjoyed reading this, hope you have a lovely day, respect
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And to you.
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Of course you’ve heard of Holinshed. He was Shakespeare’s main source for the history plays.
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You could fill a warehouse with the things I don’t know, but now we can move that bit out and make space for something else. Thanks.
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That’s the reason I’ve heard of him as well!
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It was the Black Death which really did for the feudal system in England. Fewer villeins and serfs around, which gave them a bit of bargaining power. It’s interesting how pandemics change society: we shall see what happens now.
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It will indeed. I hope this one won’t hit as hard as the Black Death, when a third to half the population died. The Spanish flu doesn’t seem to have had anywhere near as deep an impact, but then it didn’t have as high a death count either. But yes, I do wonder where this is leading us.
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Hopefully to spending more time working from home! I end up in tears several times a year when, for example, I need an engineer to see to the boiler and they tell me that they’ll come “between 9 and 1”, when I only get 20 days’ annual leave and really don’t want to waste one of them waiting in for the boiler guy. Now we’re all wired up for remote working, hopefully horrible bosses will have to accept that people can work quite well from home!
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My best (and quite cynical) guess is that many of them will because it’ll save them money–rent, heat, electricity, and who knows what else.
I freelanced for a good while, working from home, and it was a mixed blessing. It meant my schedule was as flexible as I wanted it to be. It meant I slept half an hour later, which seemed to be what my body’d been campaigning for for years. It meant that when I had a lot of work, I could put in an hour in the evening if I wanted. And as a fellow freelancer once said, what’s the point of freelancing if you have to do your grocery shopping when everyone else does? But I did miss human contact.
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Of course the managers and boards of companies will see that benefit! Between savings there and “reductions in forces” – labor always gets first cuts – the shareholders will get their quarterly dividends. The new serf class will be revolting for their share of the pie. At least those that live through the plague and bad harvests will! I sometimes refer back to “Soylent Green” to put a smile on my face about how bad things surely can’t become.
As always, Ellen, this was a fascinating look at a topic I found I absolutely knew nothi8ng about, though I thought I did! A super read!
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Thank you, Doug. That means a lot to me.
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Very interesting post, thank you.
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Thanks, Pauline.
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And the twopenny question — was Shakespeare a yeoman? And if so, did Queen Lizzie ever say, “Yo! Shakespeare! Write another play about Falstaff”?
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I’ve researched your question as deeply as the fourteen minutes that have elapsed since you typed it allow and I can say, decisively, that she was as likely to have said that as she was to have said, “Oy vey,” which is what I said just before I started typing. So, working backwards, as I so often do, I think that’s proof that he wasn’t a yeoman.
Thought you had me there, didn’t you? I did too for a minute.
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Hahaha. Thanks, Ellen. I knew I could count on your due diligence. Gary
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Ah, I put endless hours into every response. Especially yours.
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Thanks, Ellen, for this interesting and enlightening article. :)
Stay healthy, and have a great weekend,
Pit
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Thanks, Pit. We just came back from a walk and saw–in January, yet–evidence that spring really is coming. The wild onions are in bloom..
Stay well.
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This was a very interesting read. Nicely put together.
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Thank you.
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Ellen, you have done yeoman’s work educating us on this !
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I tried to work in the origin of that phrase but it complicated things. If I’m not mistaken, it’s American, of all things.
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And we think life is complicated these days. Honestly, the song “Tradition” from Fiddler On The Roof was playing in my head the entire time I was reading this post, but I’m not blaming you. “Quarantine, Quarantine!” :-)
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That song was, I think, a favorite of my father’s. He came from a nontraditional family in a traditional immigrant neighborhood and I’m pretty sure he got whacked in the face with tradition pretty regularly as a kid.
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Oh dear, I’m sorry to hear that. Humans have such an immense capacity for love, but an equally great capacity for hatred and cruelty. Enjoy your homebound weekend. We are locked down here in Colombia as well.
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At this point, for us, the difference between lockdown and non-lockdown is small. Even when cafes and such were open, we hesitated to go in. Stay safe, Henry.
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We used to sing ‘The Yeoman of England’ at junior school. They sounded a very trustworthy bunch who loved their motherland.
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I’m sure every last one of them was and did. For me, in hindsight, it’s embarrassing how completely I could get caught up in that sort of picture–although, in fairness, I never heard that particular song and the pictures in my childhood were different ones.
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The song comes from – ‘Merrie England an English comic opera in two acts by Edward German to a libretto by Basil Hood. The patriotic story concerns love and rivalries at the court of Queen Elizabeth I’ . Of course Merrie England is also a fanciful concept of a time, no one’s quite sure when, of fun and maypoles!
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Every country has its patriotic mythology. If any of them are remotely true, I’d be surprised. I admit, I’m a sucker for Robin Hood-like tales, where it’s never too cold and wet to be sleeping out in the woods and somehow or other the sheriff never does think to follow you and see where you live. But I try to remember that they’re complete and utter bullshit.
It doesn’t interfere with the enjoyment at all.
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And I still believe King Arthur will be back to save us any time soon!
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WHAT’S TAKING HIM SO LONG?
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I think Arthur Scargill is a bit old now!😃
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Oh, hell, Mick, so am I. Not quite on King Arthur’s timescale, and a bit younger than Scargill’s, but not that much.
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Don’t think Scargill would be the right chap anyway.
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Well, it was worth a try.
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I thought that was a great breakdown of where the Yeoman stood within society (its good to know your place, right?) The term stout Yeoman always conjures up a slightly rotund bearded figure, who may have recently partaken of drink. Longbows and beer seemed to be a harmless mixture back then. I was particularly taken with your reference to the Yeomanry and that’s possibly a clue as to where are the yeoman in todays United Kingdom. Not necessarily a service man or woman, but someone who will step forwards when the country needs help. Insert front line services here………….
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The shifting meaning of the word, I think, says a lot about the country’s mythology–that stout yeoman you mentioned being one of its pillars.
Interesting you should mention beer and longbows, which aren’t as bad a mix as beer and guns but do strike me as, um, less than ideal. But at a time when water was polluted, for the most part, and not safe to drink, everyone drank beer–strong of weak, it was still alcoholic. And I’d guess everyone was at least a little blurry all the time. One of the things that was so exciting about coffee, when it was first introduced, was that it was something you could drink and stay sober.
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Thanks, Ellen for the YEO post. Can you please tell me if the warehouse of stuff you do know might have in it a reference to the development history of the Commonwealth?
Stumbled over a couple of items left behind when the Cornwallis part of the British war machine had visited and temporarily occupied the North American continent.Thanks
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Confession: I don’t actually know anything, but I’ve turned into a decent researcher. I’ve read a bit about the Commonwealth and the short answer is that it gives me a headache. I’m still trying to figure out what, if anything, it does. Off the top of my head, my impression is that it was a way of Britain to tell itself it wasn’t really, really, really losing the empire when it really, really, really was. How about if I put it on my list of topics to maybe someday write about? I can’t promise–I never know what topic I’ll manage to be both informative and funny about–but I will try.
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What it did and does is the topic of interest. Sorry bout the headache. It is your gift of discernment.
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I hope I can live up to that. We’ll both find out, I guess.
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