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Sept. 20, 2011 - Skeptoid
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Skeptoid #276: The Monster of Glamis

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Scotland's Real Castle Monster 00:10:05
Who doesn't love a monster tale?
And moreover, a tale that involves an actual, real, live monster that supposedly lived in an old castle in Scotland.
The best stories are always those that aren't just stories, but those that have, so far as we can tell anyway, a legitimate historical provenance.
Will we find that the monster of gloms was actually real?
We'll find out today on Skeptoid.
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The Monster of Gloms.
Today we have a good old-fashioned ghost story, and it even comes from a famous dark old castle in England.
Gloms Castle, spelled Glammus but pronounced Gloms, is the ancestral home of the Earls of Strathmore and has been since 1372, when King Robert II of Scotland gave it to Sir John Lyon.
His descendants eventually acquired the title Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorn, and a lion of that title has ruled the castle ever since.
England's queen mother Elizabeth Bowes Lion, who died in 2002, grew up in the castle as a young girl as a daughter of the 14th Earl of Strathmore.
Thus Glom's history has been a highly public and visible one that ties our modern world all the way back with medieval times.
And throughout all those centuries, it's held a secret.
Legend says the secret has been known only to the Earl himself and passed on from elder son to elder son.
The secret concerns a hidden room and a living beast, known only as the monster of gloms.
Our task today is to look at what's known about the monster and come to an informed, best-bet conclusion to whether it really ever existed at all, or indeed may even still haunt the grounds today.
The castle has fabled ghosts, of course.
Any castle worth its salt has its share of those.
There is the tongueless woman, alleged to be the spirit of a girl mutilated by castle guards for illicit relations with the Earl.
There's the ghost of Jack the Runner, a black slave boy said to have been killed by the Earl and his mounted party by their dogs in a variation of fox hunting.
The grounds have a white lady and the chapel has a grey lady.
And one of the early Earls, variously described as either the second or the fourth, is said to have demanded a game of cards on the Sabbath.
And when none of his guests would accommodate him, the devil appeared at the castle gate and played cards with the Earl all night long.
Some say he still plays in a secret hidden room, condemned to gamble for eternity for his sin.
But it was during the reign of the 11th Earl of Strathmore that the monster first came into the world.
The wife of the Earl's son, Thomas George, who would later become the 12th Earl, gave birth to a son, heir to the title, on October 21st, 1821.
The boy was named Thomas Bow's Lion, and sadly, history records that the infant died that same day, and the title eventually passed to the second son, Claude, born in 1824.
But the legend says that the young Thomas did not die, though perhaps it might have been better if he had.
He was described as so horribly deformed that to look upon him was to invite madness.
The poor infant was sent to a special hidden room and kept out of sight, as they expected him to die quickly.
But he did not.
The monster lived and grew to manhood, fed by a single trusted servant through a grate in his door.
He was said to be fat and round like an egg, with no neck and only small, nearly useless arms and legs.
The author James Wentworth Day first made this description public in his 1967 book, The Queen Mother's Family Story.
His unnamed source, whom some researchers believe to be the Queen Mother herself, gave the following description.
His chest an enormous barrel, hairy as a doormat, his head ran straight into his shoulders, and his arms and legs were toy-like.
The tale goes on to say that on moonless nights the same trusted servant would walk the monster along the castle's battlements, and that section is still to this day called the Mad Earl's Walk.
What did lumber along the ramparts late at night, bellowing its mournful regrets and scaring the flimsier ghosts back to their effigies?
Another story from Wentworth Day's book is that sometime in the 1870s, a stonemason engaged in remodeling encountered something that frightened him and perhaps even discovered the hidden room.
The castle was equipped with a telegraph and the Earl was summoned back from Edinburgh.
He questioned the stonemason, then paid him a large sum to move to Australia.
Legend has it that the secret of the monster is passed from father to son, Earl to Earl.
In 1904, the 13th Earl is said to have told an inquiring friend, If you could only know the nature of the terrible secret, you would go down on your knees and thank God that it were not yours.
His wife badgered the estate's mid-19th century factor, Andrew Ralston, to reveal the secret to her, and he said, It is fortunate that you do not know and can never know it, for if you did know, you would not be a happy woman.
When his son, the 14th Earl, was asked about the secret by his daughter, the Lady Granville and the elder sister of the Queen Mother, he said, You cannot be told, for no woman can know the secret of Glom's Castle.
Years later, she reported, We were never allowed to talk about it when we were children.
My father and grandfather refused absolutely to discuss it.
Now there's one thing that should raise a big red flag for you when you hear talk of a family secret.
Real secrets are secret, and you wouldn't be hearing about them on a podcast if they were so.
On the transcript page for this episode on the website, you'll find a list of references discussing this so-called secret.
So clearly, if there was a secret, there were always at least a handful of people who knew it, trusted servants and factors at least, and it sounds like just about everyone else knew about it.
At least enough of them to furnish James Wentworth Day with enough material for his book.
But Wentworth Day's account is suspect on at least one level.
According to the Queen Mother, he says, her own grandfather had insisted that the family secret not be given to him, and so it never was.
So it's hardly likely that he could have then passed it down to his son, her father.
How then could she have learned of the monster?
And why do we have accounts of both her father and grandfather issuing warnings about the secret?
It's a question we could chew on, but it may not be necessary to do so when we look closer at our source.
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James Wentworth Day wrote over 40 books on various subjects, but one of his favorite genres was, you guessed it, ghost stories.
His bibliography includes such works as Here Are Ghosts and Witches from 1954, A Ghost Hunter's Game Book from 1958, and In Search of Ghosts from 1969.
The Earl's Secret Portrait 00:05:24
He was not so much an historian as he was a weaver of illustrious tales.
Nearly all the accounts you'll read of the Monster of Gloms reference Wentworth Day's 1967 book.
That's not to say that he invented the stories at all.
I'm merely suggesting that he compiled and codified the history of the monster, the hidden room, and the accompanying family secret into the version we have today.
It turns out that for each of these story elements, Gloms Castle's earlier history provides a more concrete precedent, and one that is, conveniently, out of reach for researchers.
Gloms Castle has, since its earliest days, had a tale of a hidden room with a gory secret.
In 1486, the second Lord Gloms offered sanctuary to a fleeing band from a rival clan called the Ogilvies.
But he betrayed them.
They were led to a room, the door was locked and barricaded, and it was over a month before anyone ventured to look inside.
Only one Ogilvy was still alive, having survived by eating the starved corpses of his companions.
He was killed, and the room was permanently bricked up and sealed, to conceal the crime of having betrayed a promise of sanctuary.
Though no known proof exists of this crime, it is consistent with the actual history of the day.
And so Glom's Castle acquired a family secret, and a secret room that remains hidden.
The purpose of passing the secret from father to son might well be to ensure that the room is never opened.
In 1882, the New York Times published an account, many times retold and altered, of a party of guests who heard about the secret room and hung fabric from every interior window they could find.
When they looked outside, a few windows had been missed, usually described as two adjacent windows in the central square tower.
Many versions of this story exist, and in a castle as expansive as Glom's, secret or inaccessible rooms should surprise no one.
Wentworth Day even had a source for the stern warnings about revealing the secret, a 1925 autobiography by A.M.W. Sterling called Life's Little Day, Some Tales and Older Reminisces.
All of this leaves us with one item to explain, the origin of the story of the monster himself.
No history exists for young Thomas Bow's lion, so the unfortunate infant probably did die of his birth defects.
But hanging in the castle is an enigmatic family portrait from 138 years earlier.
It depicts the third Earl of Strathmore with his three sons.
The Earl had five children, but this portrait includes only the male members of the family.
The Earl himself is seated in the portrait.
To his right stands his son and future Earl, John.
And to his left are two boys, one perhaps a young teen and the other a small boy.
Two dogs stand with them, and watching over is an angel winging about in the sky.
Glom's Castle identifies the portrait as having been painted in 1683 by the artist Jakob De Wet.
In fact, we even have a diary entry noting the payment for, quote, two great pieces for my lord and his three sons.
We also have a contract from 1688 for De Wet to create a number of other artworks for the castle, so the portrait's provenance is well established.
But there is still a problem concerning the number of boys in the portrait.
The Earl's two younger sons, Charles and Patrick, were not even born until 1692 and 1695 respectively, nine and twelve years after their portrait was painted, and Charles, the middle son, is recorded as having died in childbirth.
This has fueled rampant speculation that Charles did not actually die, but was horribly deformed, yet politely cleaned up by the artist.
The painting is almost certainly the original source of the rumor of the monster.
But could it also be evidence that he was real?
Well, it certainly could be, but there's a much more rational explanation.
It was common in past centuries, when a family picture was an expensive and time-consuming project, to depict babies and young children as older.
We know for a fact that DeWett referenced three sons when only one had been born.
At the time of the portrait's commission, the Earl and his wife may well have planned for more sons, and so chose to add two children to the picture.
Both were eventually born, but one sadly died, and is now remembered only by the strapping teenage image of the young man he may have become.
Much of Glom's Castle is now open to the public and is easy to see, but much of its history has been lost to centuries of inter-clan squabbles, bureaucracy, remodeling, and the gradual merging of fact and fiction.
Plenty of evidence exists of the circumstances in which the monster of Gloms might have lived out his tormented years.
Skepticism as Best Medicine 00:01:54
But of that he ever actually had them at all, we have mere legend.
The pitiable dear beast now resides with the white lady only in the Twilight Land of Legend.
We may get more answers one day when archaeology tells all of Castle Glom's secrets.
Perhaps a few poor unfortunates can be buried on that day and help us all rest a little easier.
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