tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48485979368002245612024-02-07T16:19:22.007+11:00Celtic Family HistoryStories of my ancestors - English, Scottish and Welsh heritage connections.Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-84190608257345874682020-07-29T07:10:00.010+10:002020-07-31T11:55:03.042+10:00Grandmother Mary Jane Robinson: her impact on me!<p placeholder="Once upon a time…" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px;">Mary Jane was a woman of mystery to me. She had left this earth before I could know her - I don’t count the 9 short years I was on this earth at the same time. As a 4 year old I had no real sense of belonging and with a world shattered by war, there were huge upheavals in my family - we emigrated to Australia in 1949. By May 1954 she had died at Surrey, Northern - a fact revealed to us by mail in our new home in Victoria. I do not remember the impact of her death on my mother, but I am sure it would have been devastating.</p><p placeholder="Once upon a time…" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">I wish I had known Grandmother Mary Jane! Such strength in the face of adversity - in this story I reveal the characteristics I have earned from her.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">When Mary Jane Robinson was born on 9 June 1872 in Croydon, Surrey, her father, George, was 36, and her mother, Mary, was 39. She married Charles Harry Newland Cutting on 16 June 1901 in Enfield, Middlesex. They had seven children during their marriage. She died in May 1954 at the age of 82, and was buried in Surrey.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><blockquote class="quote-alt" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; margin: auto; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: var(--font-family-text); line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px;">1872 - 1954 there is a whole life in that little dash.</p></blockquote><div> </div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">Mary Jane gave birth to twin boys on 19 October 1901, just 5 months after their marriage. Obviously their marriage was hastily arranged and was conducted away from the family seat in Croydon. Mary Jane Robinson married Charles Harry Newland Cutting in Enfield, Middlesex, on 16 June 1901 when she was 29 years old. The Marriage took place at the Parish Church of St Andrews with their friends, the the Goodalls, in attendance as witnesses. Her sister and brother-in-law were also in attendance, Edith Mary and Charles Howells.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">The marriage certificate states that both were living at Southbury Road, Enfield at the time of the wedding. Their fathers were listed on the certificate, but I suspect that they did not attend. Charles Harry was a 23 year old plumber. Six years difference in their ages - I wondered if this was to become an issue.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">Giving birth to twins would have been challenging for Mary Jane. Especially under the circumstances with gossiping neighbours to consider. The boys were born in Croydon Infirmary (the site of the old Workhouses) and they were baptised in November 1901 back at St James Church in Surrey. </p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">t was not long before Frank was shipped out to live with his Auntie Edie, and he spent most of his life living apart from his twin brother. I always asked why my Uncle Frank lived in one house and my Uncle Reg in another when they were young. The 1911 census lists both my Uncle Frank and my Auntie Violet as living at 70 Gloucester Road, Croydon with Edith Mary and her husband Charles Howells, a Carpenter who was born in Glamorganshire, Wales.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">My mother Winifred Edith was born in 1903 and she would tell me of how close she was to her brother Reg but estranged from her brother Frank. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I noted the further multiple birth of triplets for Mary Jane in 1906. Harry, Ron and Violet were born in Kingston Infirmary and their arrival would have caused a great deal of disruption to the household. Taking care of several young children under the age of six would have been tough for Mary Jane. So having farmed Frank out to his Auntie Edie, Mary Jane could focus on the triplets. Harry was the weakest and needed much of her attention. He died just one year later; and I suspect he died from one of the most virulent diseases of the times - in 1900, pneumonia and influenza, tuberculosis, and enteritis with diarrhea were the three leading causes of death.<br /><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><strong style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></strong></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlIUS0pMccVUweuYgRTzJFnqvBW_fnJjmYR7Mqy3XJ-vKH1aE6ilWZmQLmiVMI_IIxRrMJL_B2muDgfZHilgd3IvDE_pWfw1JJ6AFAEV_dmEm6L2trtBHk090EEop8uMwJurf9uK43oM/s2048/001+mary+jane+cutting+with+triplets+harry%252C+ron+and+violet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1383" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlIUS0pMccVUweuYgRTzJFnqvBW_fnJjmYR7Mqy3XJ-vKH1aE6ilWZmQLmiVMI_IIxRrMJL_B2muDgfZHilgd3IvDE_pWfw1JJ6AFAEV_dmEm6L2trtBHk090EEop8uMwJurf9uK43oM/s320/001+mary+jane+cutting+with+triplets+harry%252C+ron+and+violet.jpg" /></a></div>Mary Jane is therefore dealing with multiple births again, at the age of 34 as well as grieving for the loss of Harry and the estrangement from Frank. I am so sad for her. I wonder how much her children realised the hardships she faced. <p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">There was also the intriguing story of <span style="color: #4e453f; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Arial, sans-serif;">how Grandmother Mary Jane was seen chasing Grandfather Charles Harry up the stairs brandishing a knife, from two sources, my eldest brother John and my cousin Sally. John first told of the incident and Sally filled in some details.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px;">It appears that Mary Jane had caught Charles Harry red handed in an affair with a younger woman (infidelity would certainly have caused anger and potentially violence.)</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #4e453f; font-family: "source sans pro", "helvetica neue", arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 10px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;">In searching through some further records for Grandfather Charles I came across a reference to Alma ? ? who was 24 at the time of their meeting as colleagues in the same workplace. Was she the object of the infidelity?</p></blockquote><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">Mary Jane lived with Charles Harry Newland Cutting until her death, so my guess is that they resolved their infidelities or at least did not let them breakup the family home.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">By the time I came on the scene in 1945, the last of my mother Winifred's six children, I was totally unaware of such family matters and did not begin to ask questions until Grandmother Mary Jane was long dead.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">The multiple births continued in my own siblings; my closest siblings were twin boys born in 1940 - and I do know how much of a shock their arrival was to my parents. There is a story surrounding their birth that was often told to provide the context for their turbulent arrival.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><blockquote class="quote-alt" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; margin: auto; padding: 0px; position: relative; text-align: center;"><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: var(--font-family-text); line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px;">“It is the height of the Battle of Britain, 1940 and on Sunday, 15 September, the <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Luftwaffe</em> launched its largest and most concentrated attack against London in the hope of drawing out the RAF into a battle of annihilation. Around 1,500 aircraft took part in the air battles which lasted until dusk.[4] The action was the climax of the Battle of Britain.[16]” <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Britain_Day" target="_blank">Source: Wikipedia</a></p></blockquote><div> </div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">Winifred and Cecil were attempting to escape the strafing of bullets from a sniper as they traveled north to Oxford after fleeing the city of London. My mum was heavily pregnant. Dad was driving and he took the car beneath a bridge for safety and it was there that Mum went into labour; not surprisingly.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">The next objective of course was to get Mum to safety to give birth. The bridge was outside a small town and at the edge of the town were a few houses to which Cecil drove the car. Astonishingly the owner of one house, Madam Barishnekov, a Russian Lady,came to my mother’s rescue. She took Winnie into her house and helped as a midwife; my brother Brian appearing fairly quickly. Surprises all round when Madam Barishnekov announced to my mother, that there was another child still to come out. Mum had no idea she was having twins; a few moments later my brother Michael was born.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">Then there was a flurry in the household to get two sets of infant clothes and blankets and to care for them all whilst the Luftwaffe was still swooping. I have often imagined what this tumultuous time meant for my mother. But, I think my mother’s own strength of purpose was a legacy from her mother, Mary Jane, who had survived the perils of World War 1 and the multiple child births before her.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">Multiple births occurred for my siblings but skipped me, thankfully. Both my brother and my sister had twins in the 1950’s and 1960’s.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222; font-family: "pt serif", sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: var(--paragraph-line-spacing); margin: 0px; text-indent: var(--paragraph-indent);">Thanks to my Grandmother Mary Jane I too have strength of purpose and owe my business enterprise, and style of parenting to her legacy. </p>Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-26320195333038728772020-01-13T18:17:00.003+11:002020-07-31T19:28:03.284+10:00The Diary of a Nurse<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/CKjYc_YKthI" width="480"></iframe><div>This is an example of a digital story created in PowerPoint with narration, photos and musical soundtrack.</div>Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-87260121946156980912019-10-19T17:01:00.002+11:002020-07-31T19:28:15.652+10:00Requiem for Harriet Priscilla Allery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This piece was submitted as an assessment for the "Introduction to Family History" module in the Diploma of Family History studies at University of Tasmania.</h4>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">My Dad, her son Cecil Henry, was not there that day but he sent this story along with his
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the funeral. My finances just won’t stretch to a journey home from Australia.
Such a poignant time to say goodbye, right on Christmas. So sorry that you have
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history of Harriet and I hope that you might read it out to the congregation.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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during the 1890s. Work as a machinist did not pay well then. Many unmarried
young women had little choice of occupation in Edwardian times (domestic
service, prostitution, shop work, the stage or dressmaking). Harriet continued
to live at home bringing into the household her meagre income of a few
shillings; making</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> shirts at 7 pence a dozen. She worked from seven in the morning to
eleven at night. Grandfather, Walter Frederick, commissioned the construction of shirts
from her for his private tailoring business, and that is how they first met. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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both hard working in the Tailoring trade, a trait passed down from their
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on Thames, Surrey. They had one son, Cecil Henry, then aged 11 months.
Walter Frederick was an Employer and his occupation was Tailor/Journeyman – working from home. His younger brother Joseph was staying with them on the
night of the 1901 census, a frequent occurrence for young Joseph, who much
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in 1900 from Gastro Enteritis. His death was extremely hard to bear for Harriet
as she was pregnant with another child at that time, me. Tragically, her first
son died one month to the day, prior to the birth of Cecil Henry on the 25th April 1900. </span></div>
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House, Coombe Lane, Norbiton. Walter was then a Master Tailor, and Harriet was
now mother to four young boys. Cecil aged 10, Edward aged 9, William aged
5, Samuel aged 1, and one little girl, Imee aged 3. The 1911 census lists the number of live births for Harriet as 7 and 2 dead.
Sad statistics for a mother to have recorded for her in such archives. Grandfather Walter had filled in these details himself in his neat and precise handwriting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Frederick on the 5th of April in 1915. He had been a soldier in World War 1 and
the circumstances of his death remained a mystery for a while. It appears that he was knocked down and killed by a cyclist whilst walking across the road in Kingston. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">In 1915, prior to his death, Walter planned for the care of his family and
his Tailoring business. Uncle Joseph purchased the business premises from him
and took on the running of Allery and Sons, in Coombe Lane, Norbiton. A
substantial sum of money, over 2000 pounds, was left to his widow, Harriet. She
was able to be self-sustained throughout her 40 plus years without him, raising
her family alone – she never remarried!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">In 1930 Harriet learned of the horrific death of her son Edward Lionel -
it was all over the newspapers at the time - a tragic motor racing accident at
the Brooklands Raceway took the life of her 28-year-old son. Another April
tragedy. I cannot imagine how she felt on hearing the news. I do know how this
tragic accident affected me. I blamed myself for encouraging Ted to become a
mechanic and to be there, that day, at the raceway. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Perhaps Harriet also blamed me for her loss</i>. This is why I was reluctant
to encourage my own twin sons to become motor mechanics or to enter the motor
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on her dressmaking skills to her daughter Imee, who later specialised in ‘haute
couture’ and earned her income by working from home. As far as I know Imee is
still making dresses for the wealthy. You may like to know that my own daughter
Carole has inherited Harriet’s red hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in the Guildford cemetery. A fitting resting place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-62816879383383572722019-08-08T15:01:00.000+10:002019-10-08T14:31:00.900+11:00Impact of a Diary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">It was a rainy day in March 2012. I was sorting the memorabilia from my late sister’s estate when I found her 1944 diary.
The Universal Diary for 1944 was a tiny journal containing moments of her life as a young trainee nurse in London. I wish I had known of it before she died, I would have asked many questions.
Pam and I had a close bond as the eldest and youngest of a large family of six children. She was always delighted when I came to visit her in her one bedroom flat in Emerald, Victoria … and she did try not to smoke when I was in her house.
We would talk of times gone by and she would show me her photo albums and recount the days of her youth, but never anything about 1944. I wonder now if that year was too painful for her to recall.
She was happy to show me her albums of family, friends and holidays. I have kept some of these for my archives.
Among the archives was her birth certificate. I noticed that our Dad was listed as a Chauffeur – something I did not know. Pamela Marie was born on the 9th March 1927 in Kingston, UK.
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<span style="color: #181818;">Being the eldest Pamela was often called upon by our mum Winnie to care for the rest of the tribe. By the time Pam was fourteen, there were 4 other children including John, Patricia and twins Michael and Brian. I did not arrive on the scene until 1945.
Pam’s memories stored in poster books and diaries has piqued my interest in this feisty lady for many years.
In one scrap book was her certification of Registered Nurse – a profession she continued after migrating to Australia in 1949. In her later years she became a Palliative Care nurse.
Pam was very proud of her training and kept her medals in a small trinket box that was also among her favourite possessions. Each one of these small pieces of metal had special meaning for her. I keep them still.
In one of her scrapbooks she kept small calendars of life in Surrey where we lived as a family after the war. Pam would spend hours with a pot of glue and her favourite poster books to fill in the minutiae of her life. </span><br />
<span style="color: #181818;"><b>Back to the diary! </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #181818;">Pam's life revolves around her work her studies and her many boyfriends. First we hear about John, then Alan, then Pat, then finally Doug. Doug was one of the three soldiers from the Welsh Guards who started up a conversation with Pam and her friend Frances, on the grass outside the dance hall. According to the diary note on Sat 5 July, Frances was trying to fight her for Doug's attention. "But I needn't have bothered. He loved me from the first day he met me"! July to September is a whirlwind romance between Pam and Doug.
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Diary Notes:</b></i> </span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;">Mon 7 Aug, I love him so very, very much. Nothing can equal the feeling I have for him. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;">Sun 13 Aug, Doug held my hand. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;">Wed 16 Aug, Doug put his arm around me and we had our first kiss. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;">Aug 21-27, Doug showed me how to do a certain kiss (It was a bit horrible). But he said:'Why didn't you stop if you didn't like it?' I said, 'Because I love you so much. I do I do so very much.' And he said, 'I love you very much.' Oh joy, my happiness was complete. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;">We caught the last train home and we kissed again and again. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"> 28 Aug, Dad came home!!!! He wanted me to pack some things and come back to Wales with him. Of course I can't. Still saw Doug (I love him). He gave me a really big kiss 'to last for two weeks', he said. He will ring me on Monday. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><b>We might get married after the war. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;">Later in the diary Pam expresses her dismay at not ever hearing from Douglas Humphreys again.
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<span style="color: #181818;">Douglas Humphreys, Welsh Guard (my heart is broken, I just can't bear it, Over Douglas) </span></div>
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<span style="color: #181818;">A search for details of Douglas Humphreys of the Welsh Guards at Ancestry provides this poignant post script for the brief love affair he had with Pamela: </span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Douglas Humphreys, Welsh Guardsman Number 2739486, </b></span></span> </blockquote>
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Died 14 February 1945, Western European Campaign, 1944/45.</b></span></span></blockquote>
<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="font-size: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wish I had known about the diary when Pam was still alive. And I wish I had been able to complete this vital piece of research and ease her troubled heart.
I would have been able to tell her, before she died, that her first love had died during the war and had probably not been able to say where he was being posted.
Pam kept her diaries, letters, scrapbooks and meticulous lists of everything, all her life until her death on 27th January 2012 – she had lived for 84 years and was deserving of an OBE – ‘over bloody eighty’.</span></span></div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-2887063847002195472019-03-24T22:34:00.000+11:002019-10-08T14:31:39.026+11:00Across the moors: Welsh beginnings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The river Cleddau runs through Pembrokeshire forming two rivers the Eastern Cleddau and the Western Cleddau. They rise in the Presseli Mountains, the Eastern flowing through <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mynachlog-ddu" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" title="">Mynachlog-ddu</a> and the Western flowing through <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haverfordwest" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;" title="">Haverfordwest</a>, and forms the Milford Haven estuary, a natural harbour in Pembrokeshire, Wales.<br />
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<i>Cleddau <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">comes from the Welsh word </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/River_Cleddau" target="_blank">cleddyf</a></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/River_Cleddau" target="_blank"> </a>meaning 'sword' - [a fitting word for the history of this land of my heritage]. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">The combined stream flows through Wolf’s Castle, where it enters the spectacular 90 m deep Treffgarne gorge, cutting through the hard volcanic rocks of Treffgarne Mountain.</span></i></blockquote>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Haverfordwest is the capital city of Pembrokeshire and is my great grandmother's birthplace. Mary Ann Evans was born some time in May (my own birth month) and was baptised at St Mary's Church on 24 May 1833. St Mary's, originally built in the 12th century, sits at the top of the High Street as a prominent landmark, and contains artifacts from the 15th century. It is a Grade 1 listed building, placing it prominently in the history of Wales. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">As I walked into the church that day, I felt a strong feeling of belonging. I sat in the pews and listened to the Burgess introduce a guest speaker who specialized in the history of this church and this town. It was my lucky day, and I listened intently whilst quietly browsing the census documents. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">I had a strong yearning to walk the moors and to find some standing stones - to immerse in the past. This was not an easy thing to do in the short time we had in Wales, so I needed to wait until we were in Devon. There is something ancient and magical when touching these stones that have stood for centuries. But I am getting ahead of myself in this story of Mary Ann Evans and her clan in Pembrokeshire.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Mary Ann was a worker bee, no high born airs and graces for her, just hard work and seizing opportunities. I believe that she saw an opportunity to marry George Robinson (Railway man) and move out of poverty and out of Pembrokeshire to Croydon, England. I wonder how they would have met. Perhaps as Mary Ann had occupations in the Pubs and Inns as a maid, she met her prospective husband when he stayed at one of those pubs. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">But marry they did in 1859 and I have the certificate. On it I noticed that Mary had made the mark of an X where the signature should be and realised that she was unable to write. Marrying a man of substance was about to transport her into a very different world of commerce, transport and prosperity. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Mary Ann came from strong Welsh stock! Her father David Evans was a labourer and he was a good provider for his wife Lettice, and family of eleven children. Mary Anne was the eldest of his tribe. It took a long time to prove, genealogically, that David and Lettice were the parents of my great grandmother. This was a gate opening moment, and now I could see further down the line to my Welsh communities behind Mary Ann. I can see some of her clan were born either at Treffgarne, Llantrisant, Pembroke and Haverfordwest. My wish to travel back again to Wales and visit these towns and look for the headstones of my clan members. I need also to return to Haverfordwest - the churchyard and cemetery of St Mary's was under repair on my last visit - so I now wish to go back and see where my Welsh connections are buried.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">The maternal line for Lettice Evans is an interesting one to travel - the name alone being very different to all the other Mary's, Elizabeth's and Jane's. Lettice was born in Treffgarne and died in Haverfordwest. These two towns are not very far apart, but today's standards - but in her day, transport was limited. Lettice was a strong child bearing woman, giving birth right up into her 40's. I wish I could have known her. I would love to have seen the beautiful little church at Treffgarne and to stand where she had stood centuries before.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">I also believe that the skill of 'knowing' is strong among my Celtic clans and that is where I think I am drawn to explore just what they were capable of. It is their imagined lives that drive me forward in writing the Family Saga.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">I have imagined that Lisbet (Elizabeth Evans my GGG Grandmother, at the age of seven) was able to commune with the stones in Pembrokeshire. </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">... but that's a story for another post...</span><br />
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-35549753503637981422018-12-26T21:18:00.001+11:002019-10-08T14:31:39.065+11:00Needles in Haystacks: Evans in Wales<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #004c99; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Lettice was christened on 22 November, in Treffgarne, in 1808 to George Day and Elizabeth Evans. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Treffgarne" target="_blank">Treffgarne </a>is a small village and parish in Pembrokeshire, south-west Wales. Her father was a Roper Maker and he married Elizabeth in 1803 in Pembroke. There are many Evans families in Pembrokeshire and when I found a Day, I thought I had a break through, only to find that George Day had married another Evans.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #004c99; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 110%;"><i>[I have written my fictional stories of these female Evans ancestors - I saw them as midwives with knowing skills handed down for generations. She appears in <a href="https://coachcaroleblog.wordpress.com/the-whirram-way-synopsis/chapter-three/" target="_blank">Chapter 3</a> of the Whirram Way, a work in progress.]</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: #004c99; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15pt;">Let me first paint a picture of the life of Lettice (Day) Evans. In 1841, according to the Welsh census, Lettice was living with David Evans, her husband, and their four children at Shutt Street, Haverfordwest:</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #004c99; font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 15.0pt; line-height: 110%;"><span class="relationship-data"><i>[If this family was like my own mother's - in that when twins and triplets were born into her family, one or more was farmed out to live with other relatives - then perhaps Henry was living with an Aunt or Uncle. A search of Census details for the siblings of Lettice will help me out there. </i></span></span><i style="color: #004c99; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px;">Now I see the origin of the multiple births in my mother's ancestry and note that it is rare for both twin babies to survive.</i><i style="color: #004c99; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15pt;">]</i></blockquote>
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<b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">1900 in London, UK</span></b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">My dad was born on 25th April 1900 at 70 Beaumont Avenue in Richmond,
Surrey and later christened at Christ Church, Richmond. The turn of the century
was an interesting time in the United Kingdom, when huge changes were taking
place. The parish of Richmond had a population of about 20,000 people, had
excellent transport links to London (trains, trams and omnibuses) and was
emerging as a sought after residential and commercial location.</span></div>
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<i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: rgb(224, 237, 242); color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Residents were kept informed by no less than four
local newspapers:- the Thames Valley Times was published each Wednesday and the
Chiswick Times on Fridays. The Richmond & Twickenham Times and the
Richmond Herald appeared on Saturdays.</span></i><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: rgb(224, 237, 242); color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Richmond
at that time had a military presence, being home to territorial forces of the
6th Battalion East Surrey Regiment under the command of Major W. Merrick. They
were based at the Drill Hall on Park Lane.</span></i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><br /><o:p></o:p></span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Source: <a href="https://www.surreyinthegreatwar.org.uk/places/surrey/richmond/richmond/" target="_blank"><span style="mso-color-alt: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Richmond Surrey in the Great War.</span></a></span></blockquote>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Cecil was interested in motor mechanics from an
early age and this was to feature in his life both at home in England and after
emigrating to Australia in 1948. He and his brothers were motor car enthusiasts
and they spent a great deal of time in the 'workshop' at Hook Road, Surbiton.</span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: white; color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Word War 1</span></b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">On the 23 May 1917
Cecil enlisted in the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Flying_Corps" target="_blank"><span style="mso-color-alt: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Royal
Flying Corps</span></a>. I am sure that the death of his own father on the 5th
of April, just 20 days before Cecil's 15th birthday in 1915, would have
influenced his choice to enter the military. In fact we think he may have even
enlisted as a 14 year old, given some of the service records found in his
genealogical history. His 1917 enlistment number was 82153 and he has this
information stored in the Forces War Records: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Before transfer to
R.A.F. from R.N.A.S. or R.F.C.- Rank:- Boy, Trade:- Boy Service/ Airforce
Pay:- 1s. 0d. Terms of enlistment- Open Engagement Rank / Boy.</span></i></blockquote>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">With a birth date
of 25th April 1900, strictly speaking he was not yet eligible. Nevertheless,
with determination and some creative registering, he became a Boy Artificer. An
artificer is a member of an armed-forces service who is skilled at working on
artillery devices in the field. The specific term 'artificer' for this function
is typical of the armed forces of countries that are or have been in the
British Commonwealth. I can only imagine how his mother would have felt at this
decision. To see her eldest son embrace the military life and be away from
home, would have been crushing for Harriet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the Royal Corps had responsibility for weapons, </span>armored<span style="font-size: 12pt;"> vehicles and other
military equipment, ammunition and clothing and certain minor functions such as
laundry, mobile baths and photography. Cecil was skilled in automobile
mechanics - even at this tender age - and he specialized in the maintenance of
military vehicles as an Artificer. By the end of World War 1 he is listed with
the regimental service number of 2636 and has the rank of Sergeant
Mechanic. Perhaps Cecil's time in service was to be less dangerous - as he
did not see action overseas - but remained in England as part of the essential
ground force of engineers and mechanics who maintained and repaired the
military vehicles used in war. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">One intriguing
story about Cecil's recovery of the Log Book of the German Cruiser 'SMS Emden',
and subsequent donation to the Australian War Museum, is handed down in the
family. The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Cocos" target="_blank"><span style="mso-color-alt: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Emden </span></a>was scuttled in the Cocos Islands in
November 1914. But I do not know how he recovered the log book, or where he was
at the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #222222; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The SMS <b>Emden</b> had been cruising the Indian Ocean and
Southeast Asia, wreaking havoc on allied trading ships since the outbreak of
the war in August <b>1914</b>. Captain Karl von Müller was famous on both
sides for sinking 27 ships while only taking one life when the <b>Emden</b> ventured
into the Indian Ocean in early <b>November 1914</b>.</span></i></blockquote>
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<b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Peace time</span></b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="background: rgb(249, 249, 249); color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">In
later records, Cecil was listed as a Taxi Driver, a Mechanics Assistant and
small business owner; 'Tolworth & Surbiton Car Hire & Repair Service'.</span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Cecil married
Winifred Edit Cutting on 23 July 1924. He and Winifred eloped (motor bike &
sidecar) on a Wednesday half day. They were married in the Registry Office in
Kingston. Cecil listed his father as William Frederick NOT Walter Frederick
(Master Tailor) and Winifred listed her father as Charles Henry Cutting (Master
House Decorator). At this time Cecil is living at 55 Ellerton Road, Tolworth, Surbiton
and Winifred is living at 13 Park Road, Kingston about a 20 minute drive apart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Their first child,
Marie, was stillborn in 1925 - a very sad beginning to parenting for them both.
Their second child, Pamela Marie, was born on 9th March, 1927 in Kingston. Her
life story will feature later in my blog. Their first son John Keith was born
on 21st April 1929.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">During the late
1930's Cecil and Winifred set up another business, a Bicycle Shop and in the
1939 England and Wales Register it is Winifred who is listed at the Cycle
Dealer. By this time the Allery family were living in Hook Road, a long street
of significant history in Kingston-on-Thames. Their daughter June Patricia was
born on 2nd July 1934 in Kingston.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Life at Hook Road was
always discussed as idyllic by my brothers and sisters and a few old black and
white photos of family groupings on a picnic rug in the garden remain as images
of gentle, safe time for the Allery family. Or was it?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">My Dad's life was changed
forever when he witnessed the death of his younger brother, Ted, at the tragic
accident <a href="https://celticfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2018/12/master-tailor-suits-you.html" target="_blank"><span style="mso-color-alt: windowtext; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Brooklands </span></a>in 1933. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I now realise now, in hindsight, why my Dad was so against his own sons
entering into the sport of car racing, and how much family conflict that
caused. Losing his younger brother - a young man of 28 - in the
horrific pile up at the race track in Brooklands, would scar him for life.</span></i></blockquote>
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<b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">World War 2</span></b><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Cecil enlisted once
more in the 'E' Reserve on the 25th August 1939 at the Royal Aircraft
Establishment at Farnborough Airfield in Hampshire. Cecil's special skilled
trade was then a Reserve Fitter for Aero Engines. His enlistment number is 2636
and he has this information stored in the Forces War Records: Before
transfer to R.A.F. From R.N.A.S or R.F.C - Rank: Sergeant, Trade - Driver
(M.T.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Terms of enlistment, Open Engagement./ Rank Sergeant Mechanic. Rank 2nd Driver.</span></i></blockquote>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">On 15th September
In 1940 twins son Michael and Brian were born. Their birth place and the
incident that immediately preceded their birth is another family story handed
down with great pride by the two boys. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Winifred, heavily pregnant, was a passenger in Dad's taxi as he was
taking them to safety during the bombing of London in that early part of the
war. A sniper was focussing his barrage of bullets on supply trucks that were
on their way to provide support for soldiers based north of the city. The taxi
was caught up in this melee, and my Dad took the car off the road and sheltered
underneath a concrete bridge. Of course, this sudden and alarming danger caused
Mum to go into labour.</span></i><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">
Dad drove the taxi to a village nearby to seek help and Mum was taken into one
of the houses owned by a Russian lady, Madam </span></i><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nirishnikov</span></i><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">. The twins were
born and cared for by this Russian family for the first few days of their
lives. [Mum did not know that she was having twins, and only had a set of
clothing for one child with her. The </span></i><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nirishnikov's </span></i><i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">provided the extra
clothing, baby blankets and carrying baskets for the two boys.]</span></i></blockquote>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">This period of time was known as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blitz"><span style="color: blue;">The
Blitz</span></a> - and the Bombing of London was to continue until May
1941. My older siblings lived through this time, experiencing all of the
horrors and deprivation that The Blitz delivered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I remember hearing
some stories from my brothers about the sound of the Doodle bug bombs that were
heard in and around London during their first few years - these bombs had a
devastating effect on much of the English residential areas and many people
died. The twins were warned about NOT travelling too far from home in their
miniature push-pedal cars because of that danger, even in the so called safety
of Hook Road. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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London</b>. ... A <b><a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ww2peopleswar/stories/43/a4476143.shtml" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">doodlebug</span></a></b><a href="https://www.bbc.co.uk/history/ww2peopleswar/stories/43/a4476143.shtml" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></a>was really a <b>bomb</b> with
wings. It looked like a small aeroplane and had no pilot - a bit like a cruise
missile, but slightly bigger. Thousands of these <b>doodlebugs</b> were
launched against <b>London</b>.</span></i></blockquote>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Treasured artefacts from Cecil's time in service during World War 2,
include his uniform, medals and enlistment records. One less valuable, but
poignant, item has been in my possession for some long time - his Housewife
Sewing Kit - containing all that a soldier would require to carry out any
repairs to his clothing when necessary. Inside it would contain a thimble, two
balls of grey darning wool (for socks), 50 yards of linen thread wound around
card, needles, brass dish buttons (for Battledress) and plastic buttons for
shirts. The Housewife was often contained within a Holdall and stowed within
the man's haversack. I remember this well used item and cannot help but see the
immediate link with this Sewing Kit and his father's trade as a Tailor. I
imagine my Dad having learned his sewing skills at his father's knee - then
having to grow up rapidly when his own Dad passed away at the age of 45 - and
putting an old head on young shoulders.</span><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">By September 1944,
when my Mum was pregnant with me, Cecil moved his family to Married Quarters,
Eglyws Brewis near St Athan in Wales. The twins, Michael and Brian and June
Patricia went with them. Pamela Marie was completing her nursing exams in
Kingston and John was already in the Navy. In her 1944 diary Pamela recounts
the day-to-day life in London as a 17 year old and tells her story of lost
love. [<a href="https://celticfamilyhistory.blogspot.com/2012/03/pams-diaries-1944.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: blue;">An older post for another day</span></a>.]<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">My brother John
remembers being asked to get extra orange juice (limited on the ration books of
the time) and wondered why. He was not even told that I was on the way. The
first that my sister Pamela knew of my arrival was when she was in hospital
herself recovering from an appendectomy. I was born at the Cardiff General
Hospital on 31st May 1945.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demobilisation_of_the_British_Armed_Forces_after_the_Second_World_War"><span style="color: blue;">Demobilisation processes</span></a> had stepped up
since the Great War and special arrangements were put in place by the
government to assist the millions of returning soldiers
to re-assimilate back into civilian life. Often this took some time
and priorities were given to men and women over 50 and those who held key
skills that would be beneficial to post-war reconstruction. The release process
began on June 18, 1945, about six weeks after <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VE_Day" title="VE Day"><span style="color: blue;">V-E Day</span></a>.</span></i></blockquote>
<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: #4e453f; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"> </span><span face="Arial, sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Allery clan, parents and six
children, had just 4 idyllic years in Surbiton after the war whilst Britain was
recovering. My brothers and sisters all finished their schooling in Surbiton -
my twin brothers at one of the Junior Schools and my older sister and brother
at one of the High Schools. By then my eldest sister Pamela was working as a
Registered Nurse in Kingston Hospital. There was little talk of the horrors of
war, at least none that I remember, in our happy family home. </span><br />
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<i><span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">More than one million London houses were destroyed or damaged, and more
than 40,000 civilians were killed, almost half of them in London.</span></i></blockquote>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A week before being officially discharged from the RAF, on 14 September
1948, Cecil sailed to Australia on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RMS_Strathaird"><span style="color: blue;">HMS
Strathaird.</span></a> An immigrant, pioneering a new lifestyle for the
family, he had left at home at Hook Road; his wife Winifred and six children,
Pamela, John, Patricia, Brian, Michael and Carole. The plan was for all to
follow within a year, once a new home had been purchased. Dad would often tell
us that, during his journey on sea, he had shared a cabin with a famous boxer -
I had to verify that by looking up the Ship's Passenger Lists - and found that
he did indeed share with 'Sugar Ray Robinson'.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span face=""Arial",sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">On 14th April, in 1949, my family disembarked at Melbourne, and followed
Dad to set up house in Moonee Ponds, Victoria. We earned some minor fame as one
of the larger immigrating families to travel on board the HMS Orcades. We came
to make a new life at 'Elsinore', 11 Laura Street and we were photographed by
the local newspaper to have our '5 minutes of fame'. Dad had also secured a
small Bicycle Shop business in Puckle Street and we were on our way into
personal and financial security in our Australian adventure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-51415379541371161972018-12-18T17:28:00.002+11:002019-10-08T14:31:39.301+11:00Master Tailor: Suits You!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Grandfather Walter Frederick Allery B: 1871 D: 1915</strong></div>
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<strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Probate Notice 1915:</strong></div>
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Walter Frederick Allery, 51 Chatham Road, Kingston-on-Thames, to widow Harriet Priscilla (nee Wright) Allery the sum of £2932.15s.9d. [Equivalent to £292,739.37 in today's currency.]</div>
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A lifetime of work as a Master Tailor enabled Walter to amass this small fortune and provide for his small family. It was certainly in his genes to become a tailor like his father and grandfather before him. The Allery Tailors, Samuel John and his father William, both born in Devon, began the dynasty acquiring wealth and properties during the 1800s and 1900s in London. Walter also acquired several properties in Kingston, specifically numbers 23, 25 and 27 Washington Road and in 1906 mortgaged them to the Reliance Permanent Building Society. The properties were in a prime location in the business district of Kingston-on-Thames and would afford him the convenience of passing trade.</div>
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In 1914 Walter began to 'take care of his affairs' by selling the Washington Road properties to his step brother, Frank Joseph Andrew Allery who was then living at 196 Commercial Road, Peckham, the home of their father, Samuel John Allery. I suspect that Walter was somehow aware of his fate and was putting his affairs in order. At that time Frank was just 26 and not yet married, and Walter's eldest son, my Dad Cecil Henry, was just 14 years old. </div>
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Walter died on the 5th of April in 1915 in the High Street, Kingston following an accident when he was knocked off his bicycle by a dog. A sad and regrettable incident that cut his life short. [This small piece of detail was relayed to Graham (my 43rd cousin - we share a great Grandfather] verbally by Walter's niece Maude Elizabeth. I have little knowledge of Aunt Maude or indeed of other sons of the Samuel John line of ancestry and I am keen to find out more about them. I would especially like to know more about the affluent life of Great Uncle Frank.</div>
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Frank JJ Allery remortgaged the properties back to the Reliance Permanent Building Society on 17 March 1925. [Obviously this firm has done well out of these properties over the years.] They were subsequently sold on 29 June 1926.<br />
<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Source: Royal Borough of Kingston Upon Thames: Departmental Records</em></blockquote>
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<b>Probate Notice 1976: </b>When Frank died in 1976 he left the sum of £8863 [Equivalent to £61,960.43 today] to his wife Mabel Constance (Bregenzer) Allery. </blockquote>
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During my genealogy sleuthing in Ancestry I discovered that Walter is buried in Grave 2188 in Section N, of the Richmond Cemetery, in Kingston. His death is recorded in the Parish Burial register for All Saints Church in Kingston-on-Thames.<br />
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But let me tell you briefly, of the life story for Walter Frederick, an entrepreneur, a tailor and a soldier. Walter was born at 26 Poppins Court on the 11th December 1871 and was later christened at St Brides Fleet Street, London. He grew up in Islington and attended the Cottenham Road Primary School, now known as the Cambden Public School between 1877 and 1880.<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.16px;">The subjects taught at the time that Camden National School started were: reading, grammar, spelling, arithmetic, geometry,</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.16px;"> </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "open sans" , sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0.16px;">book-keeping, geography and scripture. History was not included in the syllabus until the late 19th century as it was thought not to be a subject suitable for children.</span></blockquote>
By the time that Walter married Harriet Priscilla Wright on the 27 December 1896 at West Ham, Essex at the age of 24, he had moved house eight times. He and Harriet set up house at 29 Elton Road, Kingston-on-Thames.<br />
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He served with the East Surrey Regiment, Duke of Cornwalls' Light infantry in the Boer War and was awarded the South Africa medal. It is not clear which battalion he served with but details of the 'theatres of war' seen by each battalion of the East Surrey Regiment is available in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_Surrey_Regiment" target="_blank">Wikipedia</a>. My thoughts are that he was wounded and sent home and did not see much more of that war.</div>
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There is no record of him serving overseas during World War 1, however, he had enlisted in the Royal Berkshire Regiment in 1895, and served between 4 November and 15 November. On the strength of that involvement he earned himself the right to a Chelsea Pensioner Soldier Service pension. [This regiment spent some time at Ypres in the Battles of the Somme between August 2014 and December 2015, but this was after Walter's death in April 2015.]</div>
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And now a little of the sadness that he and his wife Harriet Priscilla (Wright) Allery endured over their years together.<br />
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Walter married Harriet on 27 December 1896 - just two days after Christmas. They were then living at 28 Elton Road, Kingston Hill. Their first born, Walter Frederick Alfred Joshua died as an infant on the 25th of March in 1900. A heartbreaking event for Harriet who was by then 8 months pregnant with her next child. I cannot imagine the emotional roller coaster they would have both been on as they lost one child and prepared for the birth of another.<br />
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As I piece together their history I realise that Harriet would most likely have been home alone during part of the Boer War, whilst Walter was overseas. However, given the birth date of my Dad, he was obviously at home in 1899.</div>
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Their second born, Cecil Henry (my Dad) was born on 25th of April 1900. His two names were later passed on as second names to his own twin sons, Michael and Brian born in 1940. The story of my Dad will feature in the next blog post.</div>
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In the 1901 England and Wales Census the household at 28 Elton Road, Kingston Hill, consisted of Walter aged 29, Harriet aged 28, Cecil aged 11 months and brother Frank (Joseph) aged 12.<br />
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There were 17 years difference in the ages of these two brothers. Walter was the first born son and his mother was Mary Ann (Hall) Allery and Frank was one of the last born sons to a different mother, Jemima Mary Ann (Blackburn) Allery. I can understand the closeness of two such siblings. [I was the youngest daughter of my tribe and 17 years younger than the eldest daughter - yet we were close in later years.]</blockquote>
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In 1904 the family moved to 51 Chatham Road, Kingston-on-Thames, their beloved 'Endora' as the house was called. Between 1901 and 1909 Walter and Harriet had four more children: Edward Lionel (Ted), Ivy Dorothy, William Francis, Imee Priscilla, and Samuel John Reginald. Ivy Dorothy lived for only a short time, 27 January to the 4 April 1904 - a sad time for the family of mother, father and two sons. How did they all cope with that? Was this to set them up for even more devastating news in the 1930s?</div>
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Uncle Ted (Edward Lionel Allery) was killed at the age of 28 at the Brooklands Motor Course, Weybridge, Surrey on Friday, 9 May 1930. This Tragedy at Brooklands was in the newspapers of the time and I pieced together a story of the before, during and after - an horrific crash and a horrifying death - from those newspaper reports. </div>
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Cec, Ted, Bill and Reg (Cecil, Edward, William and Reginald) were motor car enthuisiasts and would often attend the car racetrack at Brooklands. Both Ted and Cec, (the Allery brothers as they were called) were both employed at the Fox and Nicholl Ltd, a motor car company situated at the Tolworth Roundabout on the newly built Kingston by-pass, in Surbiton, Surrey. They were both involved in the development of the new Talbot 90 racing car. </em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Fox and Nicholl entered three Talbot racing cars for the Double Twelve race at Brooklands on 9 May 1930. Arthur Fox chose a small team of mechanics to work on getting them ready for the race, including Ted and Cec, and Ted was chosen to ride as mechanic on car no. 22 in the race itself, and this was the beginning of the events leading up to his tragic death.</em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The driver of no. 22, Lieutenant-Colonel C.E.C. Rabagliati, took evasive action late in the first day of the Double Twelve Hour Race and in braking too hard, the Talbot skidded into the path of the other Talbot. Hebeler, driving the other Talbot, at a speed of 100 mph, hit the skidding Talbot broadside and sent it flying into the spectator's arena over iron railings. Ted Allery, flung half out of the car, had been impaled on the railings and killed instantly. Rabalgliati was badly injured and was taken to Webridge hospital where a silver plate would be inserted in the back of his head to repair a fractured skull. A spectator, F.C.Hurworth was also killed, and some twenty spectators suffered horrific injuries.</em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Several newspapers reported the tragedy in the May 10th editions, listing the dead and injured. A Daily Mail reporter interviewed my Dad, Cecil Allery, who was present at the Brooklands accident. He was reported as saying: </em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">"I wish he had never gone in for motor racing. I had a premonition that something like this would happen. Ted and I started a little motoring business together a little while ago." </em></blockquote>
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">The Daily Mail reported that Mr Edward Allery, the mechanic who was killed, lived with his widowed mother, brothers and sister at a bungalow, where he had a 'workshop' in which he was nearly always engaged on motor engines. He was 28. [A picture of Ted in Naval uniform featured in the article.]</em></blockquote>
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Now, as I reflect, I try to imagine the gut wrenching shock for Harriet on hearing the news and the years of sorrow suffered afterwards. Did she blame my Dad, as he blamed himself? By now she has lost her husband, her first born son and daughter and now her beloved Ted. Life, birth and death in the early 1900's were so different to what we experience today in the 2000's. I do know that losing a child (no matter what era) can be devastating and often the mother does not recover.<br />
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<i>My own mother Winifred lost her first born daughter Marie, (who was stillborn) and Mum carried a photo of her dead child with her for the rest of her life. We put the photo in the coffin for our Mum for eternity.</i></blockquote>
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Did Harriet have a photo of her little girl? Did Harriet ever imagine what it would be like to marry Walter (she a machinist and he a Tailor journeyman) and to plan their future together? Did Walter know in advance that he would have just a short time with his children and was this the driving force behind his careful management of his business and properties? Did my Dad Cecil make a conscious decision NOT to follow his father into the Tailoring industry, and to focus his early career as a Motor Mechanic and a profession in the Royal Air Force, becoming a Boy Artificer at the tender age of 17?</div>
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What I do know is that the legacy of wealth that my parents had access to in England, at the end of the Second World War, enabled them to immigrate to Australia. If it was not for the skills of Walter Frederick as a Master Tailor there would not have been enough funds to purchase their properties and without his legacy my red-haired Grandmother Harriet, could not have lived out her years in modest luxury in Kingston-on-Thames.</div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-28692991347660090182018-12-17T19:12:00.001+11:002019-10-08T14:31:38.987+11:00Allery Tailoring Dynasty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Samuel John Allery B: 1847 D: 1922</strong></div>
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<strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">Probate Notice 1922: </strong></div>
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Samuel John Allery of 196 Commercial Road, Peckham SE, Tailor retired, died on 28 June 1922 and left to his widow Jemima Mary Ann and his son Dave Bertie, the princely sum of £9,826 - (equivalent to <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">£981,056.30</strong> today).That was quite a substantial legacy for the times and one that would have provided well for Jemima and the family of 13 children.</div>
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">In Samuel John's will (<a class="ext" href="http://allery.one-name.net/members_data/0095ab/documents//0014%20Samuel%20John%20ALLERY%20Will.pdf" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">31st August 1918<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a class="ext" href="http://allery.one-name.net/members_data/0095ab/documents//0014%20Samuel%20John%20ALLERY%20Will.pdf" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">) he bequeathed 4 of his properties to his first born son Henry John and another 4 properties to his first born daughter, Rosina Elizabeth. Each of these were in the boroughs of Southwark and Kingston-on-Thames, in the county of Surrey. These comprised the following:</em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Numbers 4, 6, 8 and 10 Crown Street, Camberwell, Southwark to Henry John.</em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Numbers 46, 48, 50 and 52 Elton Road, Norbiton, Kingston-on-Thames to Rosina Elizabeth.</em></blockquote>
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Samuel bequeathed £200 (equivalent to <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">£19,968</strong> today) to each of the children of his late son Walter Frederick who had died 3 years prior to the Will date. [Walter Frederick was also a Master Tailor and amassed properties and a small fortune in his lifetime; £2932 - (equivalent to £292,739.37] Samuel gave the trustees the power to administer these legacies until Walter's children had reached the age of 21, stating that the £200 would accumulate at 5% interest each year after his death. [My Dad Cecil Henry was the eldest of these children - he never mentioned this legacy to me during his lifetime.]</div>
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Samuel bequeathed 15 shillings per week (equivalent to £74.88) for each of his other 14 children, in perpetuity, to be administered by his trustees, his wife Jemima and son Dave Bertie. </div>
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Let's step back in time and view how Samuel John amassed his wealth and grew the tailoring business!</div>
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Samuel comes from a long line of Tailors whose beginnings were in Devon, England. His grandfather, William Allery, was born in 1817 in Dartmouth, Devon and later, at the age of 33, established his family and tailoring business at 14 Russell Street in Bermondsey, Surrey. According to the 1851 England and Wales Census, Samuel's grandfather William, master tailor, had his young sons, William and John living there along with his baby daughter Alice. Other residents are listed as either lodgers or servants, two tailors, one clerk, one carrier, one labourer and a house servant. From this detail I surmise that it was a large dwelling and that there was good money being earned to support and pay wages of those listed there.</div>
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">In the late 18th century, Five Foot Lane was renamed Russell Street after <a class="ext" href="https://richardqmiller.com/russell-street-bermondsey/" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">Richard Russell<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a class="ext" href="https://richardqmiller.com/russell-street-bermondsey/" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">, who was a Justice of the Peace for the county of Surrey. <a class="ext" href="http://www.londonancestor.com/misc/misc-hist.htm" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">The parish of Bermondsey<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a class="ext" href="http://www.londonancestor.com/misc/misc-hist.htm" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"> is in the Hundred of Brixton, in the County of Surrey. The manor of Bermondsey is mentioned in the <a class="ext" href="http://www.domesdaybook.co.uk/" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">Doomsday Book<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a class="ext" href="http://www.domesdaybook.co.uk/" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"> as being then held by the King, Earl Harold having held it previous to the conquest.</em></blockquote>
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When Samuel married his first wife Mary Ann Hall, on 2 December 1867, she was already pregnant with their first child, and he was just 20 years old. Henry John was born on 31 December 1867 at 21 Arnery Place, Old Kent Road, Bethnal. Three years later Samuel and Mary had a daughter, Rosina Elizabeth, born on 28 Apr 1870 in Bermondsey, Surrey. Between them, they had seven children - four daughters and three sons.</div>
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By 1871 the family had moved to 6 Poppins Court, St Brides, London. This is in an area referred to as Darkest London, filled with pubs and tenement housing. Their third child, Walter Frederick [my grandfather] was baptised at St Bride's Church near where they lived. </div>
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<em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Note: The church was designed by Sir Christopher Wren in 1672 in Fleet Street in the City of London. Wynkyn de Worde, who acquired Claxton's first printing press, set up England's first printing press with moveable type in the <a class="ext" href="http://www.stbrides.com/history/index.html" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">churchyard of St Bride's<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a class="ext" href="http://www.stbrides.com/history/index.html" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;"><span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a></em><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"> in 1501. </em></blockquote>
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In 1881, ten years later, the family was living at Number 26 Crown Street, Camberwell. Was this where Samuel acquired the other properties in Crown Street, I wonder? I notice that his wife Mary A is listed as a Tailoress at this time. </div>
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Samuel's father William died in 1887 and left a small sum of money £41 - (equivalent to <strong style="box-sizing: border-box;">£4,093.56</strong> today) to his widow, Mary (nee Newth) Allery of 19 Berwick Street, Camberwell. A small legacy shared with Samuel John (aged 33) as he began to make his own way in the Tailoring industry.</div>
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By 1891 the family had acquired several properties in St Andrews by Wardrobe; numbers 38, 39, 40, 41 and 41 St Andrews Hill and number 59 Carters Lane. It is the Carters Lane premises from which the business of Tailoring was carried out. Samuel [now listed as John] is now married to Jemima Mary Ann (nee Blackburn) Allery, as his first wife Mary Ann (nee Hall) Allery, died not long after the death of their infant daughter, Jenny Selina, in 1881. His mother, Mary (nee Newth) Allery, is also listed as living with them. It does get so confusing with so many Mary's. Samuel and Jemima are in the same residence with five of their six sons;</div>
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Camberwell was their next stop - a city of growth and prosperity at the turn of the century. <a class="ext" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camberwell" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">Camberwell Palace<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a>, a theatre with a capacity for over 1500 people, may have been an attraction that Samuel and Jemima enjoyed along with other famous buildings, music halls and public houses.</div>
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In 1901 the family has moved to 196 Commercial Road, Camberwell. This location is both fashionable and close to the commercial end of town. <a class="ext" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commercial_Road" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">Commercial Road<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a> is an important artery connecting the historic City of London. Samuel and Jemima were still living there in 1911, a boom period for Tailoring and Building. In this census we can see the occupations of five of their six sons listed as follows:</div>
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Frank Joseph Andrew aged 22, Tailor. (I noted that he was not 'at home' with is family on the night of the 1891 census.)</blockquote>
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The England Census records: 1861 to 1911, displayed Samuel's occupation as Tailor, Journeyman through to Master Tailor in that 50 year period. Two of his own sons (Walter Frederick ad Frank Joseph Andrew) became Tailors and worked for the family tailoring business for many decades. I had thought that their premises would have been large and spacious, however, I suspect that, like many tailors at the time, they worked from their homes. Walter married a skilled Tailoress to further grow his family and business enterprise. I know from family stories that my red-headed Grandmother Harriet Priscilla (nee Wright) Allery was a fine seamstress who passed that skill onto her daughters and granddaughters.</div>
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Tailors were in <a class="ext" href="https://www.britishnewspaperarchive.co.uk/search/results/1918-03-15?basicsearch=tailor&exactsearch=false&county=london%2c%20england&retrievecountrycounts=false&mostspecificlocation=london%2c%20england&newspapertitle=west%2blondon%2bobserver" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">high demand<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a> in a competitive industry and by employing family members the Allery Tailoring dynasty was able to grow and prosper. <a class="ext" href="https://www.wcml.org.uk/our-collections/object-of-the-month/tailors-notebook-1907/" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;">Life as a Tailor<span class="ext" style="background: url("/profiles/eopts_d7_standard/modules/contrib/extlink/extlink_s.png") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a> at that time would involve long working hours and often sweatshop conditions. Samuel received his Freedom of the City Admission Papers on 3rd September 1889 and on this document, his father William Allery, was listed as an Oxford Street Tailor and that Samuel was occupying the premises of 59 Carter Lane, [formerly 79] London.</div>
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In the early 19th Century there were several tailors' unions mainly in London and I surmise that the Allery Tailors were members of one of more these illustrious <a class="ext" href="https://www.wcml.org.uk/wcml/en/our-collections/working-lives/tailors/tailors-unions/" rel="nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><b>Unions</b></span></span><span class="ext" style="background: url("about:blank") 2px center no-repeat; box-sizing: border-box; color: #11659b; font-weight: bold; height: 10px; padding-right: 12px; width: 10px;"><span class="element-invisible" style="box-sizing: border-box; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px); height: 1px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute !important;">(link is external)</span></span></a>. There are no records of such membership in this branch of the Allery Tailoring dynasty, but, evidence points to others of the Allery tribe being unionists. Great Uncle William Adrian was also running a Tailoring business in London in the 1900s and was advertising in the London Times for customers to his businesses at 3 Charles Street, Soho Square and 45 New Compton Street, London - therefore I surmise that he would have needed a union membership for his credibility.</div>
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As I looked deeper into the records showing for Samuel John Allery in the One-Name.Guild I see no less than 19 separate dwellings for him in his life time - from Dartmouth, Devon to Bermondsey, Surrey and Camperwell London. This is probably where my own Dad Cecil Henry Allery (grandson of Samuel John Allery) acquired his wanderlust - moving his family from England to Wales during the second world war and then to Australia after the war. [In my own lifetime I have known 5 separate dwellings that I lived in as a child.]</div>
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I relish the skills I have learned in my Genealogy pursuits and in my Family History studies to research this pivotal ancestor, the Master Tailor, Samuel John Allery.</div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-10712953926797900352018-12-08T15:18:00.002+11:002019-10-08T14:31:38.751+11:00The Cutting Line: more about my mum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My mother was born into the Cutting line of my ancestors in 1903. Cutting is an old English surname dating back centuries. The Cuttings were mostly trades people, making their living as Plumbers, House Decorators and Motor Mechanics. Winifred's birth was recorded in our family tree like this:<br />
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Born at home, mother M.J. Cutting, registered 20 April 1903 Reference: England & Wales Civil Registration 1903.</blockquote>
Now that I re-discovered old documentation for my family, I can review the information that is available on her birth certificate. Winifred Edith Allery was born on the 18th March 1903, a date that I always knew, but used to get mixed up at birthday times with the birth date of my eldest sister Pamela Marie born on 9th March 1927. (I would often send mum's birthday card early or Pam's card late.)<br />
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The certified copy of the Entry of Birth shows more about my mother and her parents. The birth took place at 7 Glenville Road, Kingston and the certificate showed that her fathers name was Charles Harry Cutting and her mother's name as Mary Jane Cutting (formerly Robinson). Charles' occupation was listed as Plumber's Foreman. At the bottom of the certificate it shows that this was a certified copy of the Entry of Birth and was signed on 27th October 1948.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">A little research into the <a href="http://homepages.gac.edu/~kranking/DigitalHistory/HIS321/HIS_321/W6.html" target="_blank">life of plumbers </a>in the 1900's revealed that "<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arialmt" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Housing in 19th century London was highly dependent on the class an individual was a part of. Multiple room and single room housing was reserved for the upper and middle classes respectively, whereas the poor and working classes found themselves crammed into slums and overpacked apartment housing. The locations of these forms of housing played an integral role in the development of London society and also made a huge impact on the conditions of those living there as well."</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arialmt" , "arial" , sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arialmt" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span></blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arialmt" , "arial" , sans-serif;">Therefore I concluded that my grandfather Charles was making his living as a Plumber for families in the upper and middle classes of his location in Kingston, a suburban area of London. On accessing the Parish register for the birth of his triplets in 1906, I noticed that the home address was now 20 Glenville Road - not a very big move from number 7 in distance - but a required one to house a growing family. It also prompted me to think about my own childhood of growing up in a variety of houses in the local areas of my home town of East Oakleigh and realised that the 'wandering' trait was inherent in our family due to ancestors experiences. The moves were necessary and were taken in their stride.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arialmt" , "arial" , sans-serif;">When I then reviewed the Certified Copy of my parents Entry of Marriage in Kingston, on the 23rd of July 1924, I could see how her father Charles had moved on in his profession. He was now listed as a House Decorator (Master) but his name is recorded as Charles Henry not Charles Harry. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arialmt" , "arial" , sans-serif;">The place of residence for my mum had changed to 13 Park Road, Kingston and I surmised that this was due to either, the increased status of her dad as a Master House Decorator, or further increases in family size. Considering that my grandparents had a total of 7 children, including twins and triplets, that was not surprising.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arialmt" , "arial" , sans-serif;">On my parent's marriage document, I could also see that my dad, Cecil Henry Allery, bachelor of 53 Chatham Road, Kingston, was listed as a Motor Fitter. His father was listed as William Frederick Allery (deceased) Master Tailor. Now I knew that the Master Tailor was correct, but that his name was Walter Frederick Allery. My dad was 24 years old at the time of their marriage and my mum was 21 years old, facts that I could verify from their birth certificates. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "arialmt" , "arial" , sans-serif;">I was curious about what Master House Decorator would do. My research revealed <a href="https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2361731/The-house-time-forgot-Red-brick-semi-frozen-1920s-original-decoration-food-furniture-untouched-90-YEARS.html" target="_blank">'the house that time forgot'</a> a National Trust building in Worksop, UK. According to Wikipedia: "</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Worksop is the largest town in the Bassetlaw district of Nottinghamshire, England. Worksop lies on the River Ryton, and is located at the northern edge of Sherwood Forest." The pictures displayed on this site gave me an idea of the type of house decorating Charles Harry Cutting might have done.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">At the time they were married, 1924, my dad was a motor fitter. Winifred was listed as Spinster but I do know from her stories that she was working as an accountant for her dad's House Decorating business in Kingston. Further investigation into the role of female accountants of the period, I found this interesting piece of history that would have paved the way for my mum's profession:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">With the Sex Discrimination (Removal) Act of 1919 women were
allowed to become members of the <a href="https://www.icaew.com/-/media/corporate/files/library/subjects/accounting-history/the-development-of-accountancy-in-the-uk.ashx" target="_blank">ICAEW </a>- A global accountancy body headquartered
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">My dad later became a motor mechanic and in the 1930's a bicycle shop owner, which is where we pick up again on the work life of my mum, in 1939. In the 1939 England and Wales register of occupations for the residents of Hook Road, Surbiton, I noticed that Winifred Edith Allery was listed as a Cycle Dealer. I deduced that this meant my mum and dad were partners in the cycle business. Below mum's name was Harriet Priscilla Allery (her mother-in-law aged 76) also residing at the same address and listed as 'unpaid domestic duties'. Winifred's daughter, June Patricia, was listed however her older sister Pamela and older brother were not.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Now I do know that my family lived with Grandma Harriet at 107 Hook Road, Surbiton and that other relatives lived in the same Road. Looking back for other details on this 1939 Register I noted that my Uncle Ron and his wife Bessie resided at 139 Hook Road, Surbiton and were listed as Ronald - Shop Assistant, Hire Services and Bessie Violet Pearce - unpaid domestic duties. This added another piece to the puzzle of my Cutting Line, the maiden name of Auntie Bessie and where my mum's sister Violet got her name from.</span></div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-87167421280216114212018-12-05T16:32:00.000+11:002019-10-08T14:31:39.420+11:00Searching on the high seas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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McCulloch Clan (part three)</h2>
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Emigration Records</h3>
The small McCulloch family, Mr A, Mrs A and Master A emigrated to Australia on board the Orontes ship of the Orient Line on 13 December 1955. The recently discovered Passenger List in the UK Outward records in Ancestry for 1955, revealed many more memories for Master A, now the head of the McCulloch clan in Australia.<br />
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There were several Scottish families on board the Orontes who were also on 'assisted passage' to Australia by their employer the Allied Iron Foundy of Falkirk, Scotland.<br />
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<li>The Conlins, Harry, Mary and Norman, from Falkirk - from Falkirk. They remained long lasting family friends.</li>
<li>The Lairds, Jimmy, Irene, Kathy and two sisters - from Grangemouth.</li>
<li>The Roberts, Jim, Mary, Jimmy, John and two brothers - from Falkirk - became next door neighbours.</li>
<li>The Timms, Ray, Grace and two sons - from Ironbridge, Shropshire.</li>
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All the male heads of family were listed as Foundry Workers. They and their families (listed in Tourist One Class) were among 1400 passengers on board the Orontes as it departed from the port of London (Tilbury) to Melbourne, Australia.</div>
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Memories of the Crossing!</h3>
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Stories from many immigrants who made the crossing of the Atlantic in the 1950s are displayed in the Ten Pound Pom site for the Immigration Museum of Victoria. I searched for those who had made the crossing on the Orontes and found a few of their short stories:</div>
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<strong>john connop </strong><span class="Date">23 June, 2016 14:05</span></blockquote>
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I with my wife Gwen and son Mark in early 1958 On the liner Orontes. It took three weeks. First night at the Exhibition center Melbourne . Got a job next day and moved to Nunawading Migrant hotel. Housed in Nissen huts. It took us three years before we bought our first home.</blockquote>
John mentions Nissen Huts. I wondered what life was like in these Nissen Huts? I researched to find some stories of life in the Australia Nissen Huts and found a fellow blogger, Martina Nicols. She posted this <a href="https://martinasblogs.blogspot.com/2014/08/first-homes-for-migrants-in-australia.html" target="_blank">story </a>in 2014.<br />
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I can deduce from the conditions they lived in, that the families would quickly seek other accommodation. At the time housing was booming in the outer suburbs of Melbourne. So we can follow the McCulloch Clan as they relocated in North Clayton.<br />
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Recent Work and Life History!</h3>
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Each family took up residence in the outer eastern suburb of North Clayton where the fathers continued to work in work places sponsored by the Allied Iron Foundries and the children went to school in local public schools.</div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-16743034292160506312018-12-01T13:22:00.002+11:002019-10-08T14:31:38.829+11:00Memories from Winifred's Diary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I woke suddenly to see Cec falling between chair and the bed and wardrobe. I rushed over to help him up. I tried and tried, held his left hand, couldn't raise him. I let my frame to hang on to, hobbled into the lounge where I had left a crutch, went to the front door and called and called. It was 7.30 am - rushed back to Cec but he had slipped further down, still holding my frame, so went back to call Jessie. No answer, so I found the Police No. He said it will take five minutes to get to me and I watched the clock on kitchen wall. He got to me in just 5 minutes went into bedroom. He came back and said "he is gone".</span></blockquote>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">This poignant diary note, just popped up in a diary long lost, written by my mother in 1986. This and many other family diaries are now stored in the 'Memory Box'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Memories of that day my father died, reminded me that I had written a story of the events from my perspective. I need to 'dig that out of the archives'.<br /><br />However, today I want to focus on a love story to commemorate my parents (Cecil and Winifred), now both long gone. This is the story I love to share with my grandchildren - it is my imagined scenes for the day my parents eloped - made up of the details shared by my mum.</span><br />
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July 27<sup>th</sup>, 1924:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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watches the clock on the office wall as the minutes tick by towards 12 noon.
She bites her bottom lip and forces herself to finish the task – all those
figures – she was good at adding up. Sales had gone well this week, Dad would
be really pleased. Pity he wasn’t so pleased about Cec – he had flatly refused
when Cecil Henry had asked for Win’s hand in marriage. </span></div>
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consequence, no prospects and no money – not what he wanted for his eldest
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Win had shed many tears that evening when her father told her his
decision. Even though she was 21 and Cec was already 24, it wasn’t fair. "Too much emphasis on ‘the haves’ in my family", she thought. She wanted to marry
for love. It wasn’t until the next day when Cec had told her about his secret
plans that she began to brighten up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">On this Wednesday, her half day at work, she is wearing a bright floral frock, borrowed from her close friend Nancy, and
she even has on new shoes and new nylon stockings. She looks down and stretches her
neck to see that the seams of her nylons are still straight. She looks again at the clock and
let’s out a small gasp of delight – it’s now 12 and she can meet Cec as
arranged. Quickly she shuffles the ledgers, pens and pencils back into the desk
drawer; and tidies the piles of receipts and invoices into their respective
boxes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">On her feet in a swish of silk on leather, she crosses the wooden floor
trying not to click, clack too loudly and disturb the other accounts workers.
Win takes the new hat from the rack – it was worth the whole of last week’s
wages – and carefully pins it securely to her red-gold hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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sound of the bicycle horn from the High street makes her look away from the
mirror to the window – quickly scanning the street for her ‘knight in shining
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was, dressed in his new RAF uniform, complete with driving helmet, goggles and
gloves, standing beside his pride and joy, his only asset – the 1900 Harley
twin cam with polished black sidecar and canopy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">Win rushes from the office,
slamming the glass door with a clang and runs to the bike and her man. A swift
embrace and kiss on his cheek, Win looks up and down the street and smiles
shyly at Cec before climbing into the sidecar. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ready?" he asks, starting the motor at the same time. "How much time have we got",
she says in reply, looking at her watch now. "Don’t worry" he says, "we’ve plenty
of time to reach the registry office and before you know it we’ll be wed". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;">"What will Dad say about this?" she muses. "Doesn’t
matter now" she thinks, "...the plan is made, and I’m going to start my life with
Cecil Henry and be Mrs Winifred Edith Allery".<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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then this afternoon we’ll find out from Uncle William Adrian about the
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><a href="https://coachcaroleblog.wordpress.com/2016/02/04/the-angell-inheritance/">https://coachcaroleblog.wordpress.com/2016/02/04/the-angell-inheritance/</a> </span></div>
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The search for the details of the deaths of the McCulloch men on 26 November 1920 has not yet revealed any source. However, in searching for any incidents in the coal mines over the decades between 1890 and 1920, it is alarming how many accidents, explosions and disasters occurred. The 1895 Redding Disaster (No. 23 Pit) resulted in the loss of 41 lives.<br />
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Digging deeper into the number of lives lost in Scottish coalmines and collieries in 1920 - 171 deaths were reported by the Scottish Mining Website.<br />
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Coal mining was a dangerous occupation and perhaps this is why Alexander ('Cully') McCulloch chose to work in the iron foundries instead in the 1940's. I only every knew this Alexander by his nickname, and called him Cully all the time. His story is revealed in this post about the McCulloch clan.</div>
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Alexander ('Cully') McCulloch B: 1914 D: 1990</h4>
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Cully was born in Bothkennar on 21st April 1914 to Alexander McCulloch and Helen Wright Fish, who were both 21 years of age. They had already had a daughter, Mary, two years before Cully was born, and then another daughter Jane was born two years later. A small family who were to lose their bread winner in the Great War. See the rest of my story of Alexander McCulloch B: 1892 D: 1918 in the previous post.</div>
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In 1918, when Cully was just four years old, his father was shot and killed in the Paschendaele battles of Ypres, France on 3 October 1918. Cully really did not have a chance to get to know his own father, and I suspect that this had impact on his childhood, until 1921.</div>
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His mother Helen Wright McCulloch (nee Fish) was married again on 4 July 1921 to John McKenzie Steel at The Manse in Grangemouth, Falkirk, now a heritage classified B historic building. John McKenzie Steel was a Porcelain Enameler who lived at 228 Thornhill Road, Falkirk. Helen Wright Fish was then living at Island Cottages, Bothkennar. Grandmother Jane Steel was present at the wedding along with Grandmother Mary Fish and two witnesses, Dougal McLachlan and Hannah Williamson. (Note: Both grandfathers Andrew Steel and George Fish were by then deceased.) All of this information was located on the extract of Register of Marriage which was in the Shoe Box of memories Alex and I found in November 2018. The final note on the certificate was: After Banns According to the Forms of the Established Church of Scotland.</div>
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Cully now had a step dad!</div>
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Cully did NOT follow his father or grandfather's tradition occupation - that of a Coal Miner hewer - he found work in the Falkirk Iron Company. Here he became skilled as a general iron fitter, and specialised in the production of Aga stoves, slow combustion cookers, in the heavy duty cooking appliances department. His step father, John McKenzie Steel (Porcelain Enameler) may have influenced Cully's choice of work. The skills learned were to prove beneficial later on emigration to Australia.</div>
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During the second world war, Cully was a Lance Corporal in the Home Guard: No 12 Platoon from the Falkirk Ironworks. He was trained in the use of a Vickers Machine Gun, a substantial weapon weighing in at 41 pounds and took a four man team to use it as a defence strategy. Some were reticent about joining the Vickers machine gun crew, as they knew that such a gun attracted the attention of the enemy. </div>
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Source: 'Hard as Nails': the Home Guard in Falkirk District by Geoff B Bailey, 2008, </div>
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(Note: I purchased a copy of this book and found more details about Cully within it.)</div>
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Helen Wright McCulloch (nee Fish), Cully's mother, died on 5 March 1953 at Dorrator Road, Camelon. Cully's signature appears on the Death Certificate - another item in the Shoe Box. Another factor in their decision to emigrate. This was a big decision as they chose to leave many of their families behind. (Note: later in their lives both Cully and Annie made many trips back to their homeland.)</div>
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Cully and Annie made arrangements to emigrate to Australia as part of the Allied Iron Foundries exit of skilled workers to Australia after the war. They were provided with a house in North Clayton for which they entered into a company based Mortgage arrangement. A copy of the original agreement dated 21 June 1956 was also discovered in the shoe box of memorabilia. This specified that the sum of 30 shillings per week was to be paid to the Allied Iron Foundries for the mortgage repayments.</div>
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The McCulloch family lived in suburban Melbourne, Victoria, Australia for many years, at the same address in North Clayton. The house was still occupied by Cully and Annie during the sixties, seventies and eighties, right up until Annie's death in 1995. </div>
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Cully worked in the Allied Iron Foundries in Clayton until they closed down in 1959. After being retrenched, he worked at Bendix making chairs, and from there to the Email company, as a sheet metal worker. Among the artifacts in the shoe box were letters from the Allied Iron Foundries and the Falkirk Iron Company Ltd attesting to his good work ethics and skilled workmanship.</div>
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Annie worked as a canteen Manager at Braemar, in the Ponds Company as a production line worker and then at General Electric and Monash University as a cleaner. </div>
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Annie died on 6 June 1995 in the house at North Clayton, at the age of 71. Her story will feature in next posts here.</div>
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The house in North Clayton was sold after the death of Annie McCulloch and stories of the arduous work of clearing out the household items, as well as the 'mountain' of collected items in the garage and shed, have been a talking point in our immediate family since that time. </div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-40290628333383319112018-11-23T18:38:00.003+11:002019-10-08T14:31:39.184+11:00The McCulloch Clan: the Four Alexanders<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In November 2018, Alex and I discovered a treasure trove of photos, memorabilia and family history documents in a shoe box - it was tucked away in a cupboard in the shed - kept in the dark until now.<br />
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The past lives of the McCulloch Clan are now in my line of sight as I sleuth the Scottish genealogy sites on the Internet. There are several stories to be told - sparked from the discovery of the 'shoe box memories' - from the families of the Alexanders McCullochs who lived in Bothkennar and Falkirk in Scotland.<br />
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My first step, draw up the Family Group sheets to list the Alexanders and their families - using pen and paper at first - and then recording electronically. Along the way, I completed 'Our Family Tree and Album'; a gift from friends back in 2006 and also rediscovered among my archives. Its pages were calling out for completion as a memento to leave among our treasured artifacts, before we go.<br />
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Let's begin with Great Grandfather, Alexander McCulloch, coalminer of Bothkennar, who was born on 5th November in 1853. He was the son of David McCulloch and Mary Marshall, both of Bothkennar. This Alexander married Jane Hodge Laird on the 14th of June 1875 and together they had eight children; Margaret, David, Mary, Jane, Davina, James, Jessie, and Alexander.<br />
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Alexander and Jane lived at Bothkennar, in Stirlingshire in a small coal mining area called Skinflats.<br />
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Their sons, Alexander and David, were also Coal Miners and Hewers as mentioned in the Census from 1891. (Note: you can click on the image above to enlarge some of its detail.)<br />
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The coal mines, colliery and pits were features of Skinflats, Carronshore and surrounding areas. Life as a 'hewer' was arduous and dangerous.<br />
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During 1914-1919, Alexander was a soldier in the Royal Engineers and was awarded the British War Medal and Victory Medal for his war efforts. In the WW1 Service Medal and Award Rolls, 1914-1920 he is listed as a Driver, number 64356.</div>
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WW1 took its toll on Alexander's family - his son Alexander was killed in 1918, 4 months before the end of the war in France. This would have been hard to bear to lose a son at the tender age of 27. Later in 1920 both Alexander's brothers Peter and Robert, died and his own mother died in June of that same year. Alexander's (B:1853) death date and place has remained a mystery for my sleuthing so far.</div>
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When I mentioned the shared death date of Robert and Peter, with Alex, he immediately suggested that there could have been a mining incident that killed both on that same day. Further sleuthing in the Newspapers of that day may bring new information to bear: perhaps the Falkirk Herald.</div>
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<b>Grandfather Alexander McCulloch B: 1892 D: 1918</b></h4>
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This Alexander was a Coal Miner in the early 1900's, following in the footsteps of his ancestors before him. He married Helen Wright Fish at the Bothkennar Parish Church on 27 June 1913 and together they had three children: Mary, Alexander ("Cully") and Jane. </div>
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He joined the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders as a rifleman and was sent to Ypres, France for the last battles of Paschendaele. He was shot and died on 3 October 1918 and was buried at Philosophe British Cemetery in Mazingarbe. His rank was Private and his Service No. was 279215 in the 1st/8th Battalion.</div>
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After searching widely for more details on the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders I have discovered that I can view portions of the War Diaries from that time in the <a href="http://www.nmarchive.com/search-the-war-diaries" target="_blank">Naval and Military Archives</a>. (Note: by subscribing for a day at a cost of $15 (UK 10 pounds) I can read them.)</div>
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Among the artefacts in the McCulloch clan photo album are photos from Private Alexander McCulloch's effects that were retrieved from his body and sent home to his family. The photos and the pay book that were in his breast pocket were pierced by the bullet that killed grandfather Alexander on that awful day in the fields of Ypres.</blockquote>
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There is not much known of Alexander's character but it is obvious that he was brave and courageous. His name appears on the commemorative plaque in the Bothkennar Parish Church along with two Robert McCulloch's, one of whom was his brother, Robert McCulloch, and the other his Uncle, also of the Argyll & Sutherland Highlanders.</div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-55904653354027748392018-10-05T13:29:00.001+10:002019-10-08T14:31:39.341+11:00The Allery Clan<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">On my Dad's side, Cecil, our history stretches back in the streets of London as his ancestors plied their trade of tailoring for the gents of the time. There are stories hidden among their lives that have long been in shadows; stories of hardship, sorrow and pain; and stories of pride, achievements and promises of wealth. The most prominent of these include: </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great Grandfather Samuel John Allery (Master Tailor), his two wives, Ann Hall and Jemima Blackburn and the Allery clan of sixteen children, the beginnings of the Tailoring empire</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great Uncle William Adrian Allery (Master Tailor & Genealogist) his search for ancestral inheritance and the early deaths of six of his siblings in Dartmouth, Devon</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Grandfather Walter Frederick Allery (Tailor/Journeyman) and his wife Harriet Priscilla Wright and and the mystery of daughter Lily Wren and the tragic death of son Uncle Edward (Ted) </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great Uncle Dave Bertie Allery, (House Decorator) his two wives Alice Maud Bohill and Lily Sarah Tomkinson, and the legacy of Tailoring wealth handed down</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great Uncle Frank Joseph Andrew Allery (Tailor)- his takeover of the Tailoring business and his military career</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My Dad Cecil Henry Allery (Motor Mechanic/RAAF) and my Mum Winifred Edith Cutting - the story of their elopement and emigration to Australia</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The early history of the Allery clan in Australia - from Moonee Ponds to East Oakleigh and the legacies handed down from my siblings: Pamela, John, Patricia and Michael & Brian.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">On my Mum's side, Winnie, our ancestors originated in Wales and they were often found in service to landed gentry or became tradesmen with carpentry and plumbing skills. Their lives, beliefs and legacies have had impact on the characteristics of us, our siblings and extended family, and of course, our grandchildren. The most interesting of these include:</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Grandmother Mary Jane Robinson married to Grandfather Charles Harry Newland Cutting (Plumber) - the legacy of multiple births and the Freedom of London</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great Grandmother Mary Ann Evans married to George Robinson (Railway Inspector), the beginning of the Welsh line and our links to Haverfordwest in Pembrokeshire and Croydon, in Surrey</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great, great Grandmother Lettice Day married to David Evans (Carpenter), the potential link to white witchery in Treffgarne, Pembrokeshire</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great, great, great Grandmother Elizabeth Evans married to George Day (Ropemaker), the possibility of midwifery in South Wales</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great Grandfather Charles Harry Cutting (Carpenter) his wife Sarah Ann Newland, the legacy of carpentry and the link to the Wellbelove family</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The Welsh links and the story of finding Eglyws Brewis</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Alexander's family history is steeped in Scottish traditions and characteristics of his working class ancestors from Falkirk. A family of strong tribal connectedness throughout the generations, and of the call of the home country for these characters, in this story, include:</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Alexander McCulloch, (MetalWorker) my father-in-law and Annie Robertson my mother-in-law - their emigration to Australia and how I met Alex.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Grandfather Alexander McCulloch (Soldier/Argyll & Sutherland Highlanders) married to Helen Wright Fish and the legacy of the Fish family</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great Grandfather Alexander McCulloch (Coal Miner), his wife Jane Hodge Laird and the link to the Laird family</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Great Grandfather James Cunningham Robertson, his wife Janet Walker Imrie and the legacy of the Cunningham name handed down</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The history of the link between the Allery and the McCulloch Clan</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This is my exercise for this week as I begin to map out the Family History story for my own family and generations to come. The exercise is at the end of the chapter called 'Origins, Arrivals and Writing About Them' in the book "Writing Family History Made Easy" by Noeline Kyle, Allen & Unwin 2007.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Of course I have a wealth of research material right here in this blog, stretching back many years. I will draw on that as I begin this next story writing project:</span><br />
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-23350362859388290742018-09-14T08:36:00.000+10:002019-10-08T14:31:38.908+11:00It's in the Genes!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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How is it that my son is over six feet tall? Why is my granddaughter's hair is red?</div>
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Where did I get my Celtic yearnings from? Why am I not able to tolerate lactose in my diet?</div>
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Now that I have been sleuthing my ancestral tree for some decades now, I am finding reasons and answers to my questions!</div>
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My son gained his height from his Scottish heritage - thanks to his Paternal great grandfather Alexander. He is comfortable in a kilt and brave enough to wear it in a traditional manner. Wedding photos prove that. He is blessed with a strength of character way beyond his years - the McCulloch influence.</div>
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My daughter's daughter has deep red hair just like her and I. Although mine has faded to silver now, their's is lustrous and bright. Paternal Grandmother Priscilla handed down the genes for the red hair in my family - and in my brothers'. We all get our sewing abilities from this side of the family who were all tailors - the Allery impact.</div>
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Mum's grandmother was of Welsh stock - strong ancestors from the south of Pembrokeshire - with special skills and knowledge. I learned my Celtic roots from her and I wonder if my lactose intolerance is from my Welsh ancestors? Is it from these forbears that I get my need to travel - the Evans trait?</div>
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The story of my life has been shaped by what has gone before me - my ancestors call me from the past - and I seek the truth of my tribe. Perhaps I am a direct descendant of Charlemagne the Great. But then so are millions of others of European heritage. My brother believes in his Viking heritage but our ancestral tree does not yet stretch that far back in time.</div>
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In his book "The Short History of Everyone who ever Lived" Adam Rutherford explains that our ancestral tree roots are entangled and that the only things we can be sure about, in considering the impact of our genes, is the colour of our skin and our ability to tolerate lactose.</div>
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Oral History is a vital component in putting flesh on these skeletons in our trees - it is these that tantalise and draw you into the world of genealogy.</div>
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Did you ever wonder why Grandma Mary Jane chased Grandpa Charles up the stairs, brandishing a kitchen knife? Sounds like infidelity back there in the 1900's - and he was caught out. Looking back I can see some tough times for Grandma Mary Jane - twins and triplets in her line.</div>
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Letters and memorabilia also put context around family fractures - it is these that colour in the character of your ancestors. I wondered why my red-haired Grandma Priscilla did not send me gifts like other grandmothers did. The December letter from Gran and the death notice put everything in perspective for me - she was born in December, married in December, and died in December. Her death was just a few short years after our migration to Australia.</div>
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As for my keen interest in Genealogy, I put that down to a collection of articles in the London Times in 1924, located in my late sister's diaries. The articles told me of Great Uncle William who thought he had found the evidence that the Allery's were the true heirs to the Angell Estate in Brixton. But he stretched the truth too far and his claim fell on deaf ears.</div>
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My heritage will live on in the stories I tell my grandchildren. "Yes your height is influenced by genetics. Yes your hair and skin colour come from your blood line, and Yes, your children may well display an intolerance for milk." But don't blame it all on the genes - there's just too many of them for that - around 20,000 according to the Human Genome Project.</div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-18623866084473778712018-03-26T12:21:00.000+11:002019-10-08T14:31:38.868+11:00In Memorium: Allery Brothers in WW1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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grandparents whose lives were touched by loss and sorrow in the Allery family
during 1914-1918. Four brave sons enlisted in WW1, three returned and one did
not. Sadly, no family letters from the front have been archived from that era,
but their stories of war time are etched on the hearts of their family and
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">The exploits of my Great Uncles and the early days of WW1
had an enormous impact on my family. Cecil Henry Allery, my Dad, would listen
to stories and news from the Western Front during 1915 and these persuaded him
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Edward St Swithen served
in the 298<sup>th</sup> Reserve Labour company. Henry John served as a private
in the Labour Corps and was killed in action in 1918 – his grave is located
amongst the thousands who gave their lives on Flanders fields. Ernest Alexander
saw action at the Western Front and was awarded the British Victory Medal and
the Star. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Private Frank J A
Allery, had enlisted at Camberwell, London in 1915, and saw action in the
Battles of the Somme, Passchendaele, Cambrai and Epehy, in France, in 1917-1918.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">It is his war story
that has impacted our family lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Frank Allery lived from 13 October 1888 – January 1976.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">They say that a life
is lived in the ‘dash’. What happened to him between 1914-1920?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060; font-size: 10.0pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 110%;">The British Army WWI Pension Records 1914-1920 shows that a</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">t the time of his enlistment on the 7<sup>th</sup>
March 1915, </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060; font-size: 10.0pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 110%;">Frank Allery was 27 years of age with a declared occupation
of Mantle Presser. [pressing clothes in the garment industry] Frank worked at
Allery & Sons, Tailors of Oxford Street, owned by his father Samuel John
Allery.<o:p></o:p></span></h5>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Frank stood just 5
feet and 2.5 inches tall and was of fair complexion, according to his medical
records listed in the Pension Records. He was unmarried with no dependents and
lived with his parents and siblings at 196 Commercial Road, Peckham - according
to the 1911 Census. He had received all his inoculations as an infant and he
was required to wear glasses as his vision was slightly impaired. He received
further inoculations in March and April 1915 and was deemed medically fit for
duties.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Frank joined the 13<sup>th</sup>
Battalion of infantrymen - posted to the front and fought in the Battles of the
Somme. It was the job of the 13<sup>th</sup> to break through enemy lines which
were heavily fortified with barbed wire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">The Forces War Gazette traces their journey from the
Somme to Cambrai.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">As a private in a
company, led by officers not much older than himself, and commanded by Generals
he never saw, Frank realized that he was there to carry out orders. Life at the
front was a bitter and hazardous experience and the daily conditions were
abominable. Trench life was the worst a soldier could endure under heavy
gunfire from the enemy. The mud, rain, cold and the tremendous assault on his
ears from the shelling, tested his endurance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Commanding officers
were charged with keeping a diary of all pertinent events every day during the Battles,
and for the most part they consisted of the minutiae of everyday life, in times
of calm and those of disaster. The diaries of the Commanders revealed that the
British were not at all well prepared for trench warfare.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Historical accounts
of the </span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">Battle of Cambrai</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">, November 1917, where Frank was stationed,
uncovers a story about its importance and the futility of war. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">This theatre of war was every bit as bloody as that of Passchendaele,
just 60 kilometres away. It is also a tale of great stupidity and stubborn
intolerance on the part of the generals. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Great War by Les Carlyon, 2006, MacMillan, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Lieutenant-Colonel John Fuller requested the use of a Massed
Tank attacks on the German barbed wire defenses strung across the fields
outside the old textile town of Cambrai. Initially this was not received
favourably by General Haig - stationed at Boulogne on the coast. Haig, a belligerent
man, was well versed in Cavalry action and was not in favour of the attack by
tanks. Brigadier-General Hughe Elles and General Julian Byng, were in favour,
and expanded the scheme to emphasise breakthroughs of cavalry galloping through
the gap opened by the tanks. General Haig was then excited and ordered Byng to
start planning the attack on 20 November 1917, deploying 474 of the Mark IV
tanks under his command.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Cambrai was to be a surprise attack for the Germans, and
it was. Within the first 90 minutes the Hindenburg Line was captured and
hundreds, and later, thousands of Germans trudged into captivity. Unfortunately,
due to miscommunications and further bungling by the generals, no British
support troops were deployed to the town of Cambrai in time, and the German
Army took the advantage. A small error of judgement (insufficient water supply
for the horses of the cavalry) and the British cavalry were recalled. So many
lives wasted in this war due to poor management by the generals. The fate of
the 13<sup>th</sup> Battalion was sealed – and Frank was among the wounded in
the 4000 casualties.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Back home in London,
news of the initial victory at Cambrai was celebrated with the ringing of the
bells at St Paul’s Cathedral. It was the first time the bells had tolled out a
victory. Some days later, when the real story of the Battle of Cambrai emerged,
and the casualty lists rose to 45,000, families of the soldiers at the front
became confused and angry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Families like the
Allerys, would have been fearful for their son’s welfare. News from the troops
in Cambrai were spasmodic at best and several days behind. Messages were often
obscured by heavy censorship – and an inaccurate picture of trench war was
received back home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">The process of
withdrawal of troops from Cambrai was confused and mismanaged and the adjutants
were constantly seeking clarification from their superiors. These abound in
hastily scribbled messages recorded in the War Diaries.</span></div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: red;">What happened to frank between November 1917 and September
1918?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">The British Army WW1
Pension Records 1914-1920 reveal that part of his story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Private Frank J A
Allery was moved to the 8th Battalion in June 1918 and was stationed at Ronnsoy
on the day of the Battle of Epehy. This battle was an Allied attack on the
German Hindenburg line, on 18-19 September 1918.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><a href="https://www.forces-war-records.co.uk/records/5708462/private-f-j-a-allery-british-army-east-surrey-regiment/?subscribedAmount=8.95&ref=2663354_GENES">https://www.forces-war-records.co.uk/records/5708462/private-f-j-a-allery-british-army-east-surrey-regiment/?subscribedAmount=8.95&ref=2663354_GENES</a><span style="color: #002060;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Sometime during that
bloody battle, Frank was wounded by a gunshot to the left thigh whilst under
heavy fire near Cambrai, on the 18<sup>th</sup> September 1918. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">“On this day in 1918, near the French village of Epehy,
the British 4th Army, commanded by Sir Henry Rawlinson, attacks German forward
outposts in front of the Hindenburg Line, Germany’s last line of defense on the
Western Front during World War I.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/battle-of-epehy">http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/battle-of-epehy</a><span style="color: #002060;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">The Germans referred to this part of the line as the
Siegfried Line, and it was memorialized in a war time song by Arthur Askey in
1939.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">WE'RE GONNA HANG OUT THE WASHING ON THE SIEGFRIED LINE <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><a href="http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/w/weregonnahangoutthewashingonthesiegfriedline.shtml">http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/w/weregonnahangoutthewashingonthesiegfriedline.shtml</a><span style="color: #002060;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">War Diaries and
Gazetted notices claimed this day as a great victory. “The British-led assault
went ahead on the morning of September 18, 1918, with a creeping artillery
barrage from approximately 1,500 guns, as well as 300 machine guns. Although
the Germans held steady on both flanks, they were soundly defeated in the
center by the Allied advance, led by two Australian divisions under General
John Monash.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Frank was evacuated
by ship to England on 20 September 1918. His physical injuries were severe, BUT
he endured, and after spending time in hospital, he was healed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Letters from the
Generals were sent to families to notify of their wounded son’s return to
England and admittance to a Dispersal Hospital. Frank was sent to the Western
General Hospital in Manchester. He spent several months recovering from his
wounds and only had infrequent family visits during that time. Frank’s Pension
records reveal that his doctors declared him fit to return home and recommended
a pension to support him during convalescence. This final discharge and
demobilization came on 20 February 1919. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Only then could he return home to 196
Commercial Road, Peckham.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">During the late part of the
First World War the Army Medal Office began a system of making out an index
card for everyone. This was done to create a record of every person's
collective entitlement to campaign medals and gallantry medals.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">Frank married his
sweetheart, Mabel Constance Bregenzer, in January 1921.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="color: #002060;">By the end of March
1921, Frank’s medical pension ended. He was now fit to return to work and start
a new life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-3857333198518831702016-06-10T14:57:00.000+10:002019-10-08T14:31:39.104+11:00More about Grandmother Mary Jane<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One year ago I posted my knowledge of Grandmother Mary Jane Cutting. Some pieces of her puzzle were still not falling into place. My plan was to focus on her and use my new skills in creating a Family Group Sheet for her and to dig deeper. I listed all that I knew about her and realised something was wrong - her birth place did not seem right. Obviously confused my research by looking for the birth of Mary Jane Cutting, when it should have been Mary Jane Robinson, her maiden name.<br />
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I followed the advice given in the Ancestry Academy and revisited my records for my maternal grandmother in the hope of uncovering further details of her family and life as a young woman and wife. My records were in a sad shape and needed work. Where to start? The Census is a good place to locate her as a child.<br />
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I worked backwards from the 1881 census in which she was listed, as a 9 year old child, living with her parents George and Mary Robinson. Her brother George aged 19 and her sister Elizabeth aged 13 were also living at 180 Gloucester Road, Croydon. The 1881 census also listed a visitor at Gloucester Road, Elizabeth Evans aged 19 and a boarder, John Edser.<br />
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Scrutinising the census I noticed Mary's birth place was listed as Croydon. This conflicted with what I had for her and launched into research to find her true birth place. First place to look, Baptism records in Croydon. Success! Baptism records for St James in Croydon confirmed her baptism date as June 9, 1872. Back to Ancestry to add that new piece of evidence.<br />
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Her life as a child of London in the 1870's would have been one of comfort and support. I was keen to know more about her school days and visited the Surrey Genealogy Resources & Parish Registers. I searched for her in the <a href="http://search.findmypast.com.au/results/world-records/national-school-admission-registers-and-log-books-1870-1914?firstname=mary%20jane&firstname_variants=true&lastname=robinson&yearofbirth=1872&yearofbirth_offset=2&town=croydon&county=surrey&country=england" target="_blank">National School Admission Registers and Log Books</a> and found that she had be admitted to the Sydenham Road Girls School in 1883.<br />
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Moving on I wanted to find out more about her as a young woman and once again went back to the Census to find her 10 years later.<br />
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The 1891 census shows Mary Jane aged 19 as a servant at 45 Lower Kennington Lane, Lambeth. This property was and still is a Coffee House or Cafe and in 1891 was managed by Frances Rivers. In that year three boarders were listed as Policemen: Thomas Price 27, William Pettet 21 and William Saunders 30. Success once more!<br />
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These facts were known but not scrutinised. So I searched for the property online to find it listed among the many pubs, hotels and coffee houses of that area of London.<br />
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When Mary Jane was a Londoner in 1891, Waterloo Station was the city's central train terminal. Perhaps she used the train service to travel to and from her employment at weekends, and perhaps she was able to return to her parents' home in Croydon quite safely. The railways culture would have been in her blood, as her father was a porter and railway inspector during his working life. On such train journeys perhaps she, along with other commuters, enjoyed reading about Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's masterful detective, Sherlock Holmes.<br />
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It was an ever changing environment in London in the late 19th Century, and I wonder how safe she felt living and working in the 'pub' area, not far from East End. Some of the history of that era includes the beginning of the Whitechapel Murders, and London Dock Strikes. I am sure she would have been jubilant when in 1900 the Central London Railway (Tube line) was opened to the public. And she, like thousands of other Londoners, would have been devastated to learn of the death of Queen Victoria in January 1901.<br />
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I cannot find any details of Mary Jane Robinson in the 1901 census for England and this makes me curious as to her whereabouts. Charles Harry Cutting is listed in the 1901 census living in Kingston, Surrey and working as a Plumber. But where did Mary Jane disappear to? Given that she was pregnant and still single, in April at the time of the Census, perhaps she was in hiding elsewhere.<br />
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The next record I have for Mary Jane is her marriage to Charles Harry Newland Cutting on 16 June 1901. She was then aged 29.<br />
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A huge leap from her humble beginnings as a waitress in 1891 to the wife of a young 23 year old Plumber. Mary Jane met Charles Cutting where she worked in the Kennington Lane Cafe. They were married at the St Andrews Church, Enfield - in the county of Middlesex, far removed from their home in Croydon. I imagine that they married there, away from wagging tongues and prying eyes, as Mary Jane was already pregnant. I imagine that she did not know that she was expecting twins - a similar story to her own daughter Winifred in the 1940 whose twins were born during the London Blitz.<br />
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It seems that Mary Jane had moved to live in Southbury Road, Enfield, during her pregnancy. When I looked further into the development of Enfield in Wikipedia, I noticed that its popularity had increased when the G.N.R. introduced a new Railway Line and cheaper tickets to London. A fact that would have been known by Mary's father, George Robinson, retired Railway Inspector. Perhaps he had found a place for her among the newer estates popping up there in 1901. Wikipedia also tells me that the population in St Andrew's Parish, where they were married, had doubled between 1871 an 1891. I imagine now a small cottage for the two of them and a small wedding in St Andrew's Church on June 16th 1901. The Southbury Road, Enfied address was also listed for Charles Cutting on the Marriage Certificate.<br />
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On the certificate I noticed the occupations of Charles' father, Harry Cutting a builder, and Mary Jane's father, George Robinson as retired. Both Charles and Mary have signed their certificate legibly and their friends too. I get a real buzz out of viewing the actual handwritten documents carefully preserved in the archives of Ancestry.com<br />
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The Parish Registers for the Baptisms of her children, provide clues as to where Mary Jane was living between 1901 and 1911.<br />
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<li>In 1901 her residence is listed as Southbury Road, Enfield, Middlesex</li>
<li>In 1903 to 1906 her residence is listed as 7 Glenville Road, Kingston, Surrey</li>
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On 17 November 1901 the twin boys, Charles Reginald and Frank George were born. They were both baptised at St James Church in Croydon. It would not have been easy for Mary Jane to look after her two babies; having most likely, prepared for just one. I imagine that she would also have needed to weather the barbed comments and disapproving looks from people back in her home town.<br />
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I do remember Uncle Reg, as he emigrated to Australia with his wife Margaret Monk and their three children in the 1940's at the same time as my family. I do not have any memories of Uncle Frank, only second hand ones through the eyes of my siblings.<br />
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Mary Jane's eldest daughter Winifred was born in Kingston On Thames in 1903. Winifred Edith was my mother, and I have some very strong memories of her. My mother emigrated to Australia with her six children in 1949; following her husband Cecil Allery who had emigrated the year before.<br />
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In 1906 Mary Jane gave birth to triplets; Harry, Ronald and Violet. Harry only survived for one year but Ronald and Violet lived on into their eighties. I do not have any memories of Uncle Ron. My Auntie Vi emigrated to Australia in the 1940's with her husband Harold Toft and their daughter.<br />
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Mary Jane's last born daughter, Doris, also lived on into her eighties. She too emigrated to Australia with her husband George Dale and two children in the 1940's.<br />
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I wonder how Mary Jane felt about so many of her children emigrating to another country. She would have been sad and lonely without them. There was a huge migration of people from Britain to Australia from 1948 and into the 1950's, escaping from the war ravaged country after WW2, and their reasons quite clear. However, being left behind would have been difficult to bear.<br />
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I have no memories of this grandmother and will need to dig deeper into my photo troves and the memories of my own remaining siblings, for some glimpses of her as an older woman. There is a 43 year gap in my facts for Mary Jane, from 1911 to 1954. Space for another story!<br />
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Grandmother Mary Jane Cutting died in June 1954 in Surrey Northern.<br />
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-91471201408420685722016-04-30T14:25:00.000+10:002019-10-08T14:31:39.459+11:00.... from the Journal of William Adrian Allery ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">Prologue<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">As I entered Uncle William’s bedroom at Larkhall Crescent I could
smell the decay! His poor old body was breaking down! He had been complaining
of no feeling in his legs for weeks! They say you begin to die from the feet
up! Of course I didn’t say any of that, I just kissed his clammy cheek and
gently smoothed his bedcovers around him. A fluttering of that paper skinned
hand and then a sound from purpled lips, no more than a small exhalation. His
eyes beckoned me closer!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">“If I could go back … to Dartmouth … to the Church … I would die
happy!” he whispered.</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">“Do you mean you would be buried there?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">“No I mean … if I had my time over … I might have been … I might
have been right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">“Oh not that bloody business about the parish register! Let it go
Uncle!” I sighed, a bit too heavily.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">“They were not truthful! You know! We are connected to the Angell
Estate. I just cannot prove it again in my lifetime.” He managed these last
words vehemently and fell back on his pillow gasping for breath.</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">“Just you never mind now, Uncle, there are some who will follow in
your footsteps.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="border: none 1.0pt; color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; padding: 0cm;">In my mind I gathered all of those dusty docs into bundles–
planning to sort them when William’s time was up. It was down to me. A long,
long journey for a humble Tailor who sought to prove his inheritance.</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">The Journal of William Adrian
Allery<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">December 1924<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">I was tired and dusty from
the long train ride from London to Dartmouth. The station platform was almost
empty, except for a few porters vying for business among the meagre crowd.
Spotting a large white card with the word ALLERY in large letters held by a
tall, thin man wearing a pinstripe suit and bowler hat; I pushed my way through
the milling porters to reach my guide. Black clouds were brooding over the
township and I was glad to be heading to Townstal, the countryside of my birth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">As we drove to the parish
church of St. Clement, Townstal, my pin-striped guide gave the history of the
old 12th Century building which had served the small village for centuries.
Irritated with his diatribe, I sat silently nodding. I knew St Clement’s
history already, I was back in my home town.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">“After the Reformation
years it is difficult to find reference to St. Clement’s beyond the list of
successive Vicars and the record of Baptisms and Burials. We do know, however,
that the church must have formed a valuable strong point commanding the only
route down to Hardnesse, our present main road not then existing.” He continued
to babble on. I wished I had not hired him at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">“I am only interested in
the parish registers and any references to marriages between my ancestors in
the 18th century”, I said, rather too loud. After that, all was silent in the
cab.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">On arrival at St Clement’s,
I hastily paid the cabbie and the guide and jumped from the cab. Rushing
through the iron gates, I reached the entrance and pushed open the carved
wooden doors. The feel of the wood made my fingertips tingle. I gazed down the
nave to the beautiful stained glass window and walked forward to the altar,
peering from left to right. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">As I reached the altar,
memories from my childhood came flooding back. I remembered my own cold words
the last time I had stood here with Sam, and the funerals of our lost siblings
and the six headstones, all in a row!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"> ‘Another cold, grey weeping
day!’ ‘Mother is too weak to attend this time!’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">‘Poor little bugger, never stood a chance. Just one day in this
world and he’s off to another!’<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">My Dad and I, we heft that sad little coffin easily onto our
shoulders, and together we walk the nave of St Clements, again. Down the black
mile to the cemetery. It doesn’t take long to gently lay James Frances Allery
in his grave! All is quiet!<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Six headstones now, stand neatly in a row in the cemetery plot. Emily 1846; </span></i><i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Alice 1849; </span></i><i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Elizabeth 1851; Louisa 1852; James 1853; Henry 1854.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Rain has gathered in puddles and the wind has whipped the tears
from our faces. Young Samuel and me, we just stand and watch as our weeping Dad
kneels in the mud with his head bowed. I show Sam how to throw small clods of
freshly dug earth onto the coffin; and we listen as it scuds and thuds across
the shining lid.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">‘I’m never going to bring a child into this dreadful world!’ I
whisper to Sam. He just huddles closer to me and shrugs his coat close around
himself. His face is grey and he is colder than sorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">‘You’ll be going back to St Mary’s tomorrow!’ I say to him as I
take him squarely by his thin shoulders and look hard into his reddened eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">‘Me, I’m going into town and find me a job!’ …<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></i></div>
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">“The Altar is unique. It dates from James I and may have replaced
an older one dedicated in 1318 AD by Bishop Stapledon of Exeter, on his only
visit to Dartmouth”, said the Vicar<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"> “Are you the gentleman who
wishes to view the Parish Register?”<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">I was startled out of my reverie. “I am indeed”, I said eagerly,
turning around in surprise to see the vicar standing right behind me.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">“Are you interested in the baptismal records too?” asked the vicar,
pointing to the ancient stone font. By then I was beaming with great
excitement.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">“Come, let me show you where the ancient registers are kept, in the
crypt.” Said the vicar.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Finally, back in St Clements, there’s more to the Church than I
remembered. The vicar was striding ahead of me, looking over his shoulder and
beckoning me to follow him down a stone staircase.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">All I could do was whisper “Yes”! <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">My eyes grew accustomed to the gloom of the crypt as I walked all
the way to the bottom. We were in a large marble pillared room in which I could
see several ancient tombs and effigies of people past. I had never ventured
this deep into the Church. It was like stepping back in time.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">To my left, a sliver of yellow light billowed out as the vicar
turned an ancient handle and opened the door to the Chapelry. I smelled the
faint odour of mildew and dust; as I peered at the many shelves of old
registers. The faded titles spanned the centuries; marking the passage of souls
in St Clements. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">In the middle of the room was a small raised dais on which was a
reading lectern with a small lamp. One register was already on the
lectern, dusted and opened at a page with a small white bookmark.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">My blood was thumping in my temples and I felt clammy and faint.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">“I believe you will find what you are looking for on this page,”
said the vicar leading me to the dais. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">The ancient pages were filled with rows of faded ink inscriptions;
the marriage dates and names of many parishioners. I scanned the chronological
list following it all with the tip of my finger, until the name ALLERY almost
leapt off the page. </span><br />
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-41228737195182390652016-04-30T14:18:00.001+10:002019-10-08T14:31:39.223+11:00Requiem for Harriet Priscilla Allery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Harriet Priscilla Allery: an assessment piece from Writing Family History eportfolio<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Priscilla Allery</span></b><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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December 1953 in Mount Alveria, Stawey Rd, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Funeral service
at St Saviour’s, Southwark on December 24.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Cecil was not there that day but he sent this story
along with his condolences to his sister.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Dear Imee,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">I weep for the
loss of our mother and am in anguish that I cannot attend the funeral. My
finances just won’t stretch to a journey home from Australia. Such a poignant
time to say goodbye, right on Christmas. So sorry that you have to bear the
brunt of it.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">I have sent
money to help with the funeral costs and hope that you can send me a photo of
the casket and flowers. I have also put together a potted history of Harriet
and I hope that you might read it out to the congregation.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></i></div>
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<b><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Harriet buried 3
children and a husband. Now she is at rest.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Harriet was employed as a machinist in the Allery
Tailoring business during the 1890s. Work as a machinist did not pay well then.
Many unmarried young women had little choice of occupation in Edwardian times
(domestic service, prostitution, shop work, the stage or dressmaking). Harriet
continued to live at home bringing into the household her meagre income of a
few shillings; making</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"> shirts at 7 pence a dozen. She worked from seven
in the morning to eleven at night. My father, Walter, commissioned the
construction of shirts from her for his private tailoring business, and that is
how they first met. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">They were married on December 27 in 1896 in West
Ham, Essex. They were both hard working in the Tailoring trade, a trait passed
down from their ancestors.</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">By 1901 Harriet and Walter were living at No. 28
Elton Parade, Kingston on Thames, Surrey. They had one child, me, Cecil Henry,
then aged 11 months. Walter Frederick was an Employer and his occupation was
Tailor/Journeyman – he was working from home. His younger brother Joseph was
staying with them on the night of the 1901 census, a frequent occurrence for
young Joseph, who much later, was to inherit the tailoring business from
Grandfather Walter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Harriet was still mourning the loss of her first
child Walter Frederick Jr. and valiantly trying to raise her second born to be
healthy and strong. There was no counselling for young bereaved mothers then -
infant mortality was high in Edwardian times. As her own mother Elizabeth, had
already passed on in 1894, at the age of 51, Harriet had no support. She needed
all her strength to weather the turmoil and tragedy in her own life. She buried
her pain along with her child.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Their first born son, Walter Frederick Alfred
Joshua, born in 1898, died in 1900 from Gastro Enteritis. His death was
extremely hard to bear for Harriet as she was pregnant with another child at
that time, me. Tragically, her first son died one month to the day, prior to my
birth on the 25th April 1900. April events had even more poignant significance
for Harriet throughout her life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">By 1911 the family had grown and had moved again to
live at London House, Coombe Lane, Norbiton. Walter was then a Master Tailor,
and Harriet was now mother to four young boys. Cecil aged 10, Edward aged 9,
William aged 5, Samuel aged 1, and one little girl, Imee aged 3. I remember the
night of the 1911 census, it lists the number of live births for Harriet as 7
and 2 dead. Sad statistics for a mother to have recorded for her in such
archives. Walter filled in these details himself in his neat and precise
handwriting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Harriet's sad story gets worse when she loses her
husband Walter Frederick on the 5th of April in 1915. He had been a soldier in
World War 1 and had finally succumbed to his war wounds on his return to
England. In 1915, there was time prior to his death for Walter to plan for the
care of his family and his Tailoring business. Uncle Joseph purchased the
business premises from him and took on the running of Allery and Sons, in
Coombe Lane, Norbiton. A substantial sum of money, over 2000 pounds, was left
to his widow, Harriet. She was able to be self-sustained throughout her 40 plus
years without him, raising her family alone – she never remarried!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">In 1930 Harriet learned of the horrific death of
her son Edward Lionel - it was all over the newspapers at the time - a tragic
motor racing accident at the Brooklands Raceway took the life of her
28-year-old son. Another April tragedy. I cannot imagine how she felt on
hearing the news. I do know how this tragic accident affected me. I blamed myself
for encouraging Ted to become a mechanic and to be there, that day, at the
raceway. <i>Perhaps Harriet also blamed me
for her loss</i>. This is why I was reluctant to encourage my own twin sons to
become motor mechanics or to enter the motor racing industry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Life was not all tragic; there were the brighter
aspects. Harriet passed on her dressmaking skills to her daughter Imee, who
later specialised in ‘haute couture’ and earned her income by working from
home. As far as I know Imee is still making dresses for the wealthy. You may like
to know that my own daughter Carole has inherited Harriet’s red hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Harriet is now at rest, to be buried with her
beloved son, Edward Lionel in the Guildford cemetery. A fitting resting place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Farewell to Harriet Priscilla.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-38757664785541523692016-04-25T16:43:00.003+10:002019-10-08T14:31:39.144+11:00Elizabeth and George Day: my welsh g x 3 grandparents<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Elizabeth and George Day: a little about my research<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">During my most recent studies at the University of
Tasmania, "Introduction to Family History" I began to set out my
further research plan for my Welsh ancestors in Pembrokeshire. I had located my
mother's family history sprinkled throughout the Parish Registers of St Mary's
in Haverfordwest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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My aim is to build a picture of their lives in the early 1800's and to provide
the background for stories about these ancestors woven from the facts and
history of the times.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Let me start with Elizabeth Evans who was born in 1786 in Haverfordwest, and
who married George Day in 1803. [She is the key to my fictional writing about
Celtic history and you can find her story<a href="https://coachcaroleblog.wordpress.com/the-whirram-way-synopsis/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2e75b6; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">here</span></a>.] Her story is shaped in the misty moors of
the Pembrokeshire hills and farms. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Life was simpler but so much harder for those who
lived and worked on the land. Their first child, Lettice was born in Trefgarne,
a farming village deriving its name from 'tref' meaning town and 'garne'
meaning rock. The town of the rock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hillfort on top of Great Treffgarne Rocks is thought to be Iron Age and is one
of the most important prehistoric sites in Pembrokeshire. She would also have
been a visitor to the community of Wolfscastle. </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;">Wolfscastle's claim to fame
is that it is allegedly the place where the last wild </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wolf" title="Wolf"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6;">wolf</span></a></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;"> in Wales was
slain. </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in Trefgarne were set in the alluvial plains fed by the fens and tributaries of
the River Cleddau. The tidal estuary enabled sea traffic to reach
Haverfordwest. </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Elizabeth would have been able to see the castle in
Haverfordwest in all its glory and no doubt would have been a towering presence
to hold her in awe on her trips to the town. </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;">The name of the town
Haverfordwest means "ford used by heifers" from </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Old_English" title="Old English"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6;">Old English</span></a></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;"> <i>hæfar</i>=heifer.
The family would have need of the trade in the town, and I imagine that is
where there were able to sell the wool from the sheep of their farm. </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Day family had moved into Haverfordwest and were housed in Fountain Row, near
the castle, by the year of 1811. Here they had seven more children - five girls
- and two boys. Infant mortality rates were higher in the towns and sadly
several of their children did not live long. Lettice, Sarah and Elizabeth did
survive and marry, and their family links have now been discovered and added to
my family tree.</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is a market town, a corporate and Parliamentary Borough and aCounty of itself,
whose houses, many of which are handsome, are arranged inseveral steep streets,
well-paved and gas lighted, from the top of theacclivity down to the river, and
the place may be noticed as the residenceof large numbers of respectable
families and independent gentry.The trade in butter and com, hops, seeds and
timber is considerable.Malting, tanning, currying, lime-burning and <b>rope
making </b>are other branchesprosperously pursued.</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Day was listed as a Ropemaker in the first census of Wales in 1841; and from
this small fact I can piece together his life as the primary income
earner. </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the 1800's ropes were constructed in </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ropewalk" title="Ropewalk"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6;">ropewalks</span></a></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;">, very long buildings where
strands the full length of the rope were spread out and then <i>laid up</i> or
twisted together to form the rope. The cable length was thus set by the length
of the available rope walk. This is related to the unit of length termed <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cable_length" title="Cable length"><span style="color: #2e75b6; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">cable length</span></a></i>.
This allowed for long ropes of up to 300 yards long or longer to be made. These
long ropes were necessary in shipping as short ropes would require </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rope_splicing" title="Rope splicing"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6;">splicing</span></a></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;"> to make them long enough
to use for </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheet_(sailing)" title="Sheet (sailing)"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6;">sheets</span></a></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;"> and </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halyards" title="Halyards"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6;">halyards</span></a></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;">. </span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and twine merchants would have employed George either as a production worker or
an overseer and their products would have been sold primarily in the town of
Haverfordwest. The ropemakers were considered a minor industry in the area at
the time, according to the town history:</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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list of occupations given affords interesting reading, as most of them have now
disappeared, thus showing how the character of the town has radically changed
during the last hundred years. It is noted that there were 6 auctioneers and
appraisers; 15 blacksmiths; 3.boot and shoes makers; 3 brewers; 23 butchers, 7
of the name of White; 7 butter and cheese makers; 7cabinet makers; 5 coopers;2
cork cutters; 8 corn merchants; 7 curriers; 5 lime merchants; 5 maltsters;7
porter merchants; 9 saddlers; 2 stay makers; 9 straw bonnet makers; 3 tallow
chandlers; 7 tin plate workers; 8 surgeons; 3 tanners; 2 dyers; 31fire and
insurance agents (one for the London Indisputable, another called the
Trafalgar), 2 flag and slate merchants and the following
miscellaneous occupations - pawnbroker; <b>rope and twine merchant; </b>basket
maker; oyster merchant; paper maker; wool merchant;' poulterer;
Paymaster-Sergeant in the Pembrokeshire Militia; wheelwright; gunsmith; glover
and tawer; carrier and gilder.</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of the local schools such as </span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12pt;">Free Grammar School (Rev.
James Thomas, Headmaster) in Dew Street, close to Fountain Row.</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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news of the day was available in three local newspapers in circulation:</span><span style="color: #2e75b6; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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have imagined my great x 3 grandmother Elizabeth as a midwife in my fictional
stories and I wonder now how much of that was actually true. In my research I
have discovered some wonderful historical writings about Midwifery and I
especially liked this one about the life of <a href="http://www.samthomasbooks.com/historical-bridget-hodgson/historical-bridget.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2e75b6; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Bridget Hodgson and her will</span></a>. This one about <a href="https://deviantmaternity.wordpress.com/2014/02/25/the-will-of-frances-hughes-a-17th-century-welsh-midwife/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2e75b6; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Frances Hugh</span></a> as a midwife in Haverfordwest is also
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I will find a wealth of fact and foundation knowledge of midwifery history here
in the <a href="https://deviantmaternity.wordpress.com/author/deviantmaternity/" target="_blank"><span style="color: #2e75b6; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #2E75B6; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent1; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themeshade: 191;">Deviant Maternity blog</span></a>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-51380350705350746782015-07-05T16:46:00.003+10:002015-07-05T20:43:42.884+10:00Grandmother: Mary Jane Cutting<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I look back over my research into the Cutting line, I realised that I have very little data for my Mother's mother, Mary Jane. More research is required.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">First I will give you the facts as I have them recorded in Ancestry.com - the following from the 1891 England Census.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mary Jane is the fourth child of George Robinson and Mary Frances Evans, the youngest of the three daughters, born in Croydon, Surrey, England on the 28 March in 1872. She lived with her family at 180 Gloucester Road, Croydon - her father George was in the Railways. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In her late teenage years she was employed as a servant in a Coffee House in Lambeth. According to the 1891 census, Mary Jane is listed there as a waitress, aged 19, working at 45 Lower Kennington Lane in Lambeth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Life as a waitress in the 1890's was not an easy job. Long hours and few breaks, and all for a small weekly wage - she may have received Tips to help eke out her meager existence. It was in the London Cafes that Tipping was first introduced: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4d4d4d; font-family: raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;">Tipping—which may have originated in the taverns of 17th Century England, where drinkers would slip money to the waiter “to insure promptitude” or T.I.P for short.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The Coffee House, owned and operated by Frances Rivers, also offered accommodation for boarders, and at the time Mary Jane worked there, three boarders are listed: Thomas Price, William Pettitt and William Saunders. These three young men were all listed as Policemen. Another person living at number 45 was Esther Meinshein, Widow of independent means and a young child listed as Ad: Son, Frank D Stone. I imagine that Mary Jane knew these people as patrons of the Coffee House, and most probably would have waited on their table from time to time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just down the road from the Coffee House, at no 55 Kennington Lane, was the Printers Arms owned and operated by Elizabeth Lancaster, listed as a Widow and Beer retailer. This may have been a favourite 'drinking hole' for many of the young men who lived and worked in Croydon and surrounding towns.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Meanwhile over in Kennington, the man she was to marry (Charles Harry Newland Cutting</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, born in Middlesex in 1878</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">) was employed as a Decorator and living as a lodger with the Phelps family </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">at 2 Blenheim Court</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Two social forces were at work in Kennington at different times during the twentieth century: decline, and – later – gentrification. Decline began in the early part of the twentieth century. Middle-class households ceased to employ servants and no longer sought the large houses of Kennington, preferring the suburbs of outer London. Houses in Kennington were suited to multiple occupation and were divided into flats and bedsits, providing cheap lodgings for lower-paid workers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Charles served his country in the Boer War, and was awarded the 'Freedom of the City' for the "City of London Imperial Volunteers" in 1900.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Freedom of the City is an ancient honour granted to martial organizations, allowing them the privilege to march into the city "with drums beating, </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colours,_standards_and_guidons" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px; text-decoration: none;" title="Colours, standards and guidons">colours</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"> flying, and </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bayonet" style="background: none rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #0b0080; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px; text-decoration: none;" title="Bayonet">bayonets</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"> fixed".</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11.1999998092651px; line-height: 11.1999998092651px;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">The </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;">Freedom of the City</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.3999996185303px;"> is an honour bestowed by a municipality upon a valued member of the community</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The next significant change in Mary Jane's life was her marriage to my grandfather, Charles Harry Newland Cutting. She was six years older than him and I suspect that she was already pregnant with their first child at the time. They were married at St Andrews Church, Enfield, Middlesex on 16th June 1901.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">According to the marriage certificate Charles is listed then as a Plumber residing at Southbury Road, Enfield. His father is Harry Cutting, listed as a Builder. Mary Jane is listed as a Spinster, also living at Southbury Road, Enfield. Her father is George Robinson listed as Retired. (My other research showed that George had been a Railway Porter prior to his retirement, and had resided in Croydon most of his life.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mary Jane's husband Charles provided well for their growing family, moving from his small business in Enfield to expand his Plumbing business in the High Street in Kingston in 1911. Charles served his country again in World War 1 and earned his British Military Roll honours on his return. Mary Jane would have brought up the children by herself, during those turbulent war years of 1914-1918. Seven children under the age of 14 would not have been easy to care for. I imagine my own mother would have been of great help to Mary Jane, as the eldest of her daughters, and her training in early years helped prepare her for her own large family later on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mary Jane gave birth to seven children. Her child rearing began in October 1901 with her first born son Charles <i>Reginald</i>, next was Winifred born on 18 March 1903, then Frank in 1905, next the birth of the triplets, Harry, Ronald and Frank in 1906 and finally Violet Annie Daisy in 1907. My connections with Genealogy discussion groups around the world, lead me to questioning whether Mary Jane was given any special assistance at the time of the multiple birth. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: #f1f1f1; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19.6000003814697px;">You find occasional references to Queen Victoria's gifts to mothers of triplets and upwards in local newspapers, some of which are now searchable online. These were known as the Queen's Bounty. From 1849 there was a payment of one guinea for each child of a
multiple birth above two. The grants were begun by Queen Victoria in
1849, after a visit to Ireland, "to enable the parents to meet sudden
expenses thrown upon them". To qualify, the births had to be live and
in wedlock, and the parents British subjects.
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">By 1924 Charles had become a Master House Decorator employing others in his business and Mary Jane was a lady of good standing in the community.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I did not know my grandmother Mary Jane - perhaps we did not have much to do with our grandparents in the 1940's. I do wish that I had known this grandmother as it is through her that my mother's heritage is passed down to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I do recall my older sisters, Pam and Pat, talking of their favourite Auntie Edie, she was my grandmother's only surviving sister. Edith Mary Robinson was born two years before my grandmother and lived four years longer than her. I know that we visited her home in Croydon more frequently than we visited Grandmother Mary Jane - further information about our relationship with her remains a mystery for the time being. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My next step is to search for more information about Mary Jane from my extended genealogy networks.</span><br />
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-64640082622508424212015-05-28T19:34:00.000+10:002015-05-28T19:36:16.034+10:00Grandmother: Harriet Priscilla<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I never really got to know Grandma Allery as a young girl, she was an
enigma to me, and was distanced from me by 33,000 kilometres. My only memories
of her were of her stern face at the window as I explored her beautiful rose
garden surrounding her red brick house at Guildford, near Aldershot, in
England. "Don't touch the roses!" my Mum would say. I can see a white
gate at the end of a curved concrete path and glorious standard roses neatly
planted on each side. My love of roses grew from that moment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">By the time I was four years old, in the English Spring of 1949, we had left our own home in Kingston, Surrey and immigrated to Australia on
board the 'Orcades'. My mind was filled with excitement and wonder as we
started our new adventure as a family of seven; Mum, Pam, John, Pat, Michael,
Brian and me. Dad had already sailed the previous year to set up a new home for
us all. I can imagine the heartache that Harriet Priscilla must have felt as
she said her goodbyes to us all. By then she was already in her eighties,
living alone. She had lost two sons, a daughter and her husband by the 1930's
and had learned to live and support her remaining children well into her
sixties and seventies. And then she had to say farewell to her eldest son, and
his family, I imagine her tears of sadness.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">A greater understanding of her anguish at that time came through in a
letter written by Grandma Harriet to my Dad in December, 1952. She was regaling
him for his neglectful nature as she had not received any answers to her
previous letters about how we were getting along in our new home at 11 Laura
Street, Moonee Ponds - near Melbourne. In this letter, the last she sent, she
wanted to know why my Dad had not returned to see her and why he had not
fulfilled his promise to bring me with him. Pain at losing contact with a four
year old granddaughter, I can understand that. She also wanted to know if my
brothers and I had received her generous birthday gifts of money for our
birthdays that year. Not hearing a thank you from us, must have been hurtful. I
deeply regret not knowing that I should have done that back then. I know this
scenario very well too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">The December letter from Harriet was discovered amongst my late sister's
belongings after her death in February 2012. Pamela Marie had always been a
keen collector of memorabilia and she had tucked that letter from Grandma
Harriet Priscilla into her own notebook about family history. This sparked a
deeper interest in family history sleuthing for me and I delved in Ancestry.com
for answers to my research about the life and experiences of my red-haired
grandmother. What I discovered was a story of profound sadness and extreme
strength - and further parallels with my own life journey.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">When Harriet Priscilla Wright was born on the 6th December 1873, her
parents, Alfred Thomas and Elizabeth (Carter) were in their early thirties.
Harriet was their fourth child and she was born in Stratford, Essex. The family
was living at 13 Franklin Street, and Harriet was admitted to a local school in
1880. The London School Admissions register (1840-1911) shows Harriet Priscilla
Wright admitted as a new student on January 3 of that year, signed by her
father Alfred. Two other students, Kate Hawks and Louisa Disley, joined that
day - they could have been her childhood friends. The scanned copy of that page
in the Admissions Register, with its neat handwritten entries, was one of the
little gems discovered in my research.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">By 1881, the Wright family had moved to Stratford, Essex. The 1881
census shows their address as 1 Beck Street, West Ham and it seems they were sharing
this house with the Wilson family. Harriet appears in this census as a student
aged 7 and details about her siblings. Her eldest sister Ellen, was already a
Work Girl, and she was aged just 16. Her two older brothers, were also recorded
as students; Alfred Jr. aged 11 and Joshua aged 9. Harriet's three younger
brothers are listed here as: Benjamin aged 5, Herbert aged 4 and Albert aged 2.
Her father's occupation is listed as a Laborer in a Bone Factory; one of the
hundreds of different laboring jobs listed in the Index to Occupations. The
ninth census of Great Britain was held on Monday 4 April 1881 and the
Enumerators were </span></div>
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each household or tenement and to collect those completed schedules on either 4
or 5 April. Enumerators then had six days (i.e. until 11 April) to enter the
details recorded on the schedules into their enumeration books, ‘in strict
conformity with the rules given therein’.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></div>
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family was living at No 5 Abbey Lane, West Ham. The 1891 census shows one younger
brother had been born, Isaac aged 4. The spread of ages of her siblings now
ranged from Ellen aged 26 to Isaac aged 4, the family continued to grow and
change. Ellen was no longer living at home, presumably married and moved out
and the eldest son Alfred Jr. was listed as a General Laborer. In my further
sleuthing I believe that Ellen married John Asher Parsons in 1888 at St Andrews
in Warwick. Harriet's life as a machinist enabled her to meet her husband to be
Walter Frederick Allery, my grandfather who was a Tailor. They were married on
December 27 in 1896 in West Ham and the only other details about that marriage
was the location, West Ham, Essex. The Marriage Index provides the volume and
page number, but I would need to order the marriage certificate for more
details of place, parents and witnesses.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Work as a machinist would not have paid well in the beginning -
typically unmarried young women had little choice of occupation in Edwardian
times (domestic service, prostitution, shop work, the stage or dressmaking). I
can imagine that Harriet would have continue to live at home bringing into the
household her meagre income of a few shillings; she might have </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">made
shirts at 7 pence a dozen and she probably worked from seven in the morning to
eleven p.m. at night. I also imagine that Walter Frederick might have
commissioned the construction of shirts from her for his private tailoring business,
and perhaps that is how they first met.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">By the 1901 census Harriet and Walter were living at No. 28 Elton
Parade, Kingston on Thames, Surry and had one child, Cecil Henry, my Dad; then
aged 11 months. This census shows Walter Frederick as an Employer and his
occupation as Tailor/Journeyman working from home. His younger brother Joseph
was obviously staying with them on the night of the census, and I suspect that
this was a frequent occurrence for young Joseph, who much later, was to inherit
the tailoring business from Grandfather Walter. Harriet at this stage would
still be mourning the loss of her first child Walter Frederick Jr. and valiantly
trying to raise her second born to be healthy and strong. I don't imagine that
there was any kind of counselling for young bereaved mothers - infant mortality
was high in Edwardian times - and I believe that she would have been supported
by her own mother Elizabeth.</span></div>
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at London House, Coombe Lane, Norbiton and had another business located at 13
Church Street. This evidence was listed in the 1911 Kelly's Directory, a
popular tool for genealogists. </span></div>
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had been married for 14 years and Harriet was now mother to four young boys.
Cecil aged 10, Edward aged 9, William aged 5, Samuel aged 1, and one
little girl, Imee aged 3. Curiously one other young girl (Lily Wren aged 15)
was listed on this census as a daughter. Now I have never heard about this
young person before my ancestry sleuthing, and to this day, I have not found
out who she is. A mystery yet to be solved. Even more intriguing is the fact
that Lily Wren died on the same day as Walter. I need to dig deeper.</span></div>
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the number of live births for Harriet as 7 and 2 dead. Sad statistics for a
mother to have recorded for her in such archives. The person who filled in
these details was Walter, as we can see his signature on the census form. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Their first born son, Walter Frederick Alfred Joshua, born in 1898, died
in 1900 from Gastro Enteritis. His death would have been extremely hard to bear
for Harriet as she was pregnant with another child at that time. Her first son
died one month to the day, prior to the birth of her second son. My Dad, Cecil
Henry, was born on the 25th April 1900 and he would have been very precious to
her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Harriet's sad story gets worse when she loses her husband Walter
Frederick on the 5th of April in 1915. He had been a solider in World War 1 and
may have died from war wounds on his return to England. I won’t know the answer
to that until I send for his death certificate. He left a young wife and large
family and he was one of the many who served their country in war time. Apparently
in 1915, there was time prior to his death for Walter to plan for the care of
his family and his Tailoring business. From the Property Settlement details for
that year, I found that his brother Joseph had purchased the business premises
from him and obviously took on the running of Allery and Sons. From the Wills
and Probate details for that year, I was able to ascertain that he had been
able to leave a substantial sum of money to his widow, Harriet; the Tailoring
business clearly had been booming prior to the war. Harriet was able to be
self-sustaining throughout her 40 plus years without him.</span></div>
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it would have been all over the newspapers at the time - a tragic motor racing
accident at the Brooklands Raceway took the life of her 28 year old son. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">I never knew her then, but I know now of her pain, anguish, strength and
courage and just a little bit more of my red-haired Grandma.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">She is now at rest, buried with her beloved Edward Lionel. </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Harriet
Priscilla Allery</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">: Death 21 December 1953 in Mount Alveria, Stawey Rd, Guildford, Surrey,
England </span></div>
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<b>Post Script: </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-AU; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Harriet Priscilla was born in December 1873, Married in December 1896
and Died in December 1953. The letter from her to my Dad was sent in December
1952. </span></div>
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Coach Carolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15248251821079776986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4848597936800224561.post-40082412522584224382015-05-09T17:10:00.001+10:002019-05-12T09:36:01.553+10:00Remembering Winifred Edith Allery<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-US">“I wish that there were some wonderful
place called <a href="http://www.poeticexpressions.co.uk/POEMS/Land%20of%20beginning%20again.htm" target="_blank">The Land of Beginning Again</a>…”!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">My mother’s voice, from long ago, still
rings in my head. Pitched low and melancholy, she would recite this, her favourite poetic expression by Louise Fletcher, as a
prelude to her motherly advice on life and living. That recording of her voice is sadly lost to
us! (It was inadvertently displaced on moving house.) There is little
remaining of her physical presence here on earth, but she is remembered still,
for all that she was in spirit. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I can visualise her image if I peek into my
memory banks; her smiling face at 50 and the slightly more wrinkled one of 80
years of age. I recall the soft feel of the folds of her paper thin skin as I
attended to her needs. And the sweet fragrance of Lily of the Valley, her
favourite scent. “You were beautiful once, and strong”. The time she needed a
hip replacement springs into my mind when I recall her strength and her agony
with barbaric procedures in a public hospital. Thank God this surgical operation
has improved in recent years. “I wish I could return to that time Mum, and give
you the support you needed.”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I remember the sound of her calling me into
the shop at Macrina Street; “Carole! Your turn to serve the customers now! I’ll
be in the kitchen.” She knew how to juggle her family and business commitments
and to get all the family involved in the day-to-day running of the general
store. I am pretty sure she knew just how many Mars bars were missing at the
end of a day!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I blushingly recall the day she caught me
skinny dipping in the local pond at the end of our street! Trying hard not to
laugh, I scrambled into my clothes, and followed her home sheepishly. “The boys
made me do it,” had no effect on her or on the severity of my punishment.
Packing my small brown suitcase with my book, teddy and pyjamas I would make
the trek to my friend’s house at the other end of Stanley Avenue. “I am running
away!” I would say with five year old bravado. “Carole is coming to stay overnight
again, I will pick her up in the morning. That okay with you?” she would say
when making the phone call, as soon as I had left the house. So long ago! <i>Those
days of my childhood are carefully filed away.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I remember her sharp response when my phone
calls had tapered off; “Oh, you’re still alive then?” My ‘hey days’ in my
twenties did not include parental guidance. Then I remember quite clearly how
delighted she was when I was married, and when my first child was introduced to
her, and then my second child. I needed her advice then. “Being a mother is
everything!” she would say, and bring out the small plaque, with the quote from Longfellow, that stood on our mantelpiece for as many years as I can remember.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><i><span class="st">“Kind hearts are the gardens<i>, </i>Kind thoughts are the roots</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"></span></i><span class="st"><i>, Kind words
are the blossoms, Kind deeds are the fruits! Take care of your garden, And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words and Kind deeds."</i> by <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/henry-wadsworth-longfellow" target="_blank">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a></span></span></div>
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<span class="st"><span lang="EN-US">And </span></span><span lang="EN-US">I remember her tears the day Dad died! After receiving the call from
the police on the 1<sup>st</sup> November 1985 I raced to be by her side in
their tiny flat in Harris Grove. She was calm but sorrowful and explained how
Dad had fallen in a heap at the end of the bed that morning. Her anxiety was
palpable as she was unable to assist him, but, she had the presence of mind to
call triple O. She was able to tell the sergeant that the key was in the meter
box and he could let himself in. By the time I arrived she already had her cup
of tea and was able to think clearly about what was needed to be done. <i>Those
days of my adult relationship with this frail woman are also carefully filed
away.</i></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span class="st"><span lang="EN-US">I remember her mind slipping away in the latter part of her life. </span></span>“Hello Mum”, I said each time I visited her
in the Angliss. Swallowing my tears when she would say to her nurse, “She is
just like my daughter”! </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Winifred Edith Allery was born on the 18<sup>th</sup>
of March 1903. She married my Dad on the 23<sup>rd</sup> July 1923 and together
they celebrated their 60<sup>th</sup> wedding anniversary in 1983.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Winnie, as my Dad would call her, was the
steady hand and the soft heart in our family. She gave birth to seven children,
from 1925 to 1945, a 20 year span of nurturing. Her first child, a girl, was
stillborn. Mum held on to her one photo of that child, all of her life, and it went with her to her grave. She did not speak of those days, nor the time during the London Blitz. She was an 'earth mother' and delighted in the progress of her children; nurturing was what she did best. Winnie very rarely focussed on herself or shared her personal dreams; but she did frequently complain about my Dad's sometimes unfathomable ways. <i>I suspect my Dad was also Bipolar, but never diagnosed.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">She withstood the turbulence of coping with
her eldest surviving child, also a girl, who was later diagnosed as
Bipolar. Pamela was a headstrong teenager and I can see from her diary entries
of 1944, that she would frequently row with Mum and there would often be tears and
angry words. I recall how Mum would despair at Pamela’s behavior in later
years, especially when this required frequent stays in ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Larundel’ Psychiatric Ward</i>. These things were never really talked about; at least not with me. Mum never gave up on Pamela, though,
frequently sharing her home for short and long stays. Sharing her wisdom with
her when she was permitted and giving her hope, when she felt there was none. <i>Oh
if I could talk to Mum now, we would have so much to share</i>!</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Winnie reluctantly gave her eldest son
John, her blessing to join the Navy at the tender age of 16 and later the RAF.
“He is following in his Dad’s footsteps.” She would say! But I bet she was
crumbling inside. My eldest brother John has now reached the age of 87 and looks back on that
time in his own ramblings. He remembers mostly the ‘hey days’ of his twenties,
especially the freedom experienced as a young man on board the ‘Orcades’ during
our emigration to Australia in 1949. I wonder how Mum coped with six children
on board during this long sea journey – alone. Dad had already sailed the
previous year, to pave the way for us. She remembers the times when the twins,
nine years old at the time, would be frequently barred from the adult swimming
pool or when she was called to discipline them for causing havoc on ‘A’ Deck. And
I imagine she had a devil of a time supervising her 4 year old, 14 year old,
and 22 year old daughters. <i>I know that her patient mothering must have won through those days. I learned so much from her.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Winnie came from solid stock – her father
Charles Cutting – was a carpenter and her siblings were all employed in
commercial trades. Her mother, Mary Jane, instilled in her the need for domestic
skills and had a strong influence on her parenting skills. Winnie was the
eldest of six and was frequently called upon to help with the triplets. Her
brother Reg was very fond of his sister and kept a photo of her in his wallet.
This was later to be the start of her relationship with my Dad, who often
admired the girl in the photo, and decided to write to her during his days in
the RAF. At the end of World War I, he asked Reg to introduce him to her.
Their romance was not condoned by her parents at the time, and this was one of the
reasons why Winnie agreed to elope with my Dad in 1923. <i>I delight in telling that story to my own granddaughters now.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Winnie’s trade was Bookkeeping and she kept
the books for her father’s business in Surbiton. This skill was to be revisited
later in her life when she and Dad started up a Milk Bar business in East Oakleigh in
the 1960’s, a Service Station and Restaurant business in Bendigo in the
1980’s. Mum’s cooking was plain and simple, but filling and satisfying. Sunday
roasts were always a favourite with the family – with many of her children
aiming to eat quickly so they could get seconds. Her Yorkshire Puddings were
matchless. <i>I still use her secret recipe for Yorkshire pudding.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Winnie also possessed some unique qualities
that may have their roots in her celtic heritage. We always said that she could
have easily been a ‘white witch’, practicing her art in the moonlight. Perhaps
her Welsh ancestors handed down this ‘wiccan’ philosophy – no matter, she was
consistent in her beliefs and advice. “Turn over your silver in the light of
the full moon”, she would say. “Prosperity will be yours.” “Don’t put new shoes
on the table. That will bring bad luck”. Or “see a pin, pick it up, all the day
you’ll have good luck”. At twenty past the hour, when all went quiet at the
table, a lull in the conversation, she would say, “Another angel passing!”</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Winnie had a special place in her heart for
her grandchildren and her great grandchildren. She was always delighted to have
them visit her and tell her their stories. There were always some stories for
them too, ones that she had stored up for them – from the old days. She
carefully stored her photos in her albums and would frequently bring these out
to share with anyone who visited her. She lived on for two more years after Dad
died and required extra assistance for her daily needs. Her own daughter
Pamela, stayed for a while, then her sister Violet, and finally she was admitted to the
Hospice in Ferntree Gully. She always insisted, “Don’t put me in an old age
home”! <i>I am happy to say that we followed her wish.</i></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Winifred passed away quietly at 8 o’clock in
the morning, on the 5<sup>th</sup> of January 1987 at The Angliss Hospital in
Ferntree Gully. <i>I was there at her passing and was privileged to feel the power
of her leaving; yet another angel passing!</i></span></div>
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World War 1<br />
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On the 23 May 1917 my father Cecil enlisted in the
Royal Flying Corps (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Flying_Corps" target="_blank">see details here</a> ). I am sure that the
death of his own father on the 5th of April, 1915; just 20 days before Cecil's
15th birthday in, would have influenced his choice to enter the
military. In fact we think he may have even enlisted as a 14 year old,
given some of the service records found in his genealogical history.<br />
<br />
His
1917 enlistment number was 82153 and he has this information stored in
the <a href="https://www.forces-war-records.co.uk/" target="_blank">Forces War Records</a>: <i> </i><br />
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<i>Before transfer to R.A.F. from R.N.A.S. or R.F.C.- Rank:- Boy, Trade:- Boy Service/ </i><i>Airforce Pay:- 1s. 0d. Terms of enlistment- Open Engagement Rank / Boy</i>.</blockquote>
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With
a birth date of 25th April 1900, strictly speaking he was not yet
eligible. Nevertheless, with determination and some creative
registering, he became a Boy Artificer. An artificer is a member of an
armed-forces service who is skilled at working on artillery devices in
the field. The specific term "artificer" for this function is typical of
the armed forces of countries that are or have been in the British
Commonwealth. (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armed-forces_artificer" target="_blank">See details here</a>.)<br />
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I can only imagine how his mother, Harriet, would have felt at this
decision - to see her eldest son potentially following in his father's
footsteps - would have been crushing. She was a war widow from 1915 and never really recovered from the loss of her husband. To this day, I have not been able to find the exact cause of Walter's death, but I suspect that he would have been wounded in battle during his time in the 2nd Battalion, East Surrey Regiment, in 1914. In 1915 they were in action in The Second <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/First_Battle_of_Ypres" target="_blank">Battle of Ypres</a> and The Battle of Loos. These were particularly bloody battles in which thousands of soldiers died or were wounded. Walter would have experienced the process of demobilisation and being returned home to Britain amongst the war wounded. Before he left his unit he would have been medically examined and given
<a href="http://www.1914-1918.net/demobilisation.htm" target="_blank">Army Form Z22</a>, which allowed him to make a claim for any form of
disability arising from his military service.<br />
<br />
Perhaps Cecil's time in service was to be less dangerous - as he did not see action overseas - but remained in England as part of the essential ground force of engineers and mechanics who maintained and repaired the military vehicles used in war. In the supply area the
Royal Corps had responsibility for weapons, armoured vehicles and other
military equipment, ammunition and clothing and certain minor functions
such as laundry, mobile baths and photography. Cecil was skilled in
automobile mechanics, even at this tender age - and he would have
specialised in the maintenance of military vehicles as an Artificer. His younger brother Edward was to follow in his footsteps as a car mechanic - this was to be his own downfall in 1930 - but was tragically unable to follow into miliary service for World War 2.<br />
<br />
Treasured artefacts from Cecil's time in service during World War 2, include his uniform, medals and enlistment records. One less valuable, but poignant, item has been in my possession for some long time - his Housewife Sewing Kit - containing all that a soldier would require to carry out any repairs to
his clothing when necessary. Inside it would contain a thimble, two
balls of grey darning wool (for socks), 50 yards of linen thread wound
around card, needles, brass dish buttons (for Battledress) and plastic
buttons for shirts. The Housewife was often contained within a Holdall and stowed within the man's haversack. I remember this well used item and cannot help but see the immediate link with this Sewing Kit and his father's trade as a Tailor. I imagine my Dad having learned his sewing skills at his father's knee - then having to grow up rapidly when his own Dad passed away at the age of 45 - and putting an old head on young shoulders.<br />
<br />
By
the end of World War 1 he is listed with the regimental service number
of 2636 and has the rank of Sergeant Mechanic. This is a significant turning point for Cecil as he was then well prepared for making his living as a mechanic in his home town of Kingston, and continue to support his mother and younger siblings. His love of cars led him into the dangerous sport of car racing and his pursuits and tragic family outcomes of the infamous <a href="http://celticfamilyhistory.blogspot.com.au/2011/04/tragedy-at-brooklands.html" target="_blank">Tragedy at Brooklands</a> in 1930.<br />
<br />
I now realise why, in hindsight, why my Dad was so against his own sons entering into the sport of car racing, and how much family conflict that caused. Losing his younger brother in the horrific pile up at the race track in Brooklands - a young man of 28 - would scar him for life. And would be the one action that his mother would never forgive him for.<br />
<br />
World War 2<br />
<br />
Cecil
enlisted once more in the 'E' Reserve on the 25th August 1939 at the
Royal Aircraft Establishment at Farnborough Airfield in Hampshire.
Cecil's special skilled trade was then a Reserve Fitter for Aero
Engines. His enlistment number is 2636 and he has this information
stored in the Forces War Records: <i> </i><br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>Before transfer to R.A.F. From R.N.A.S or R.F.C - Rank:- Sergeant , Trade;- Driver (M.T.)/ </i><i>Airforce Pay- 6s 0d Terms of enlistment, Open Engagement./ Rank Sergeant Mechanic. Rank 2nd Driver</i>.</blockquote>
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One
intriguing story about Cecil's recovery of the Log Book of the German
Cruiser 'SMS Emden', and subsequent donation to the Australian War
Museum, is handed down in the family. The Emden was scuttled in the
Cocos Islands in November 1914. (
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Cocos) But I do not know how he
recovered the log book, or where he was at the time. This will need some further sleuthing and I must ask my older brothers what they know of this story before their memories dim.<br />
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Cecil was
discharged from the RAF on the 21st September 1948. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demobilisation_of_the_British_Armed_Forces_after_the_Second_World_War" target="_blank">Demobilisation processes</a> had stepped up since the Great War and special arrangements were put in place by the government to assist the millions of returning soldiers to reassimilate back into civilian life. Often this took some time and priorities were given to men and women over 50 and those who held key skills that would be beneficial to post-war reconstruction. The release process began on June 18, 1945, about six weeks after <a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VE_Day" title="VE Day">V-E Day</a>. At this stage I was on the scene, born 31 May 1945, and Dad, Mum and siblings were still stationed at Eglwys Brewis, St Athans, Wales. We were not to return to our family home in Hook Road, Surbiton, until much later. Hook Road in Surbiton is in the London region of England. The postcode
is within the Tolworth and Hook Rise ward/electoral division, which is
in the constituency of Kingston and Surbiton.<br />
<br />
The Allery clan, parents and six children, had just 4 idyllic years in Surbiton after the war and Britain was recovering. My brothers and sisters all finished their schooling in the area - my twin brothers at one of the Junior Schools and my older sister and brother at one of the High Schools. By then my eldest sister Pamela was working as a Registered Nurse in Kingston Hospital. There was little talk of the horrors of war, at least none that I remember, in our happy family home. But I do recall the story of the day my twin brothers were born, and how they came to be supported by Madam Nirishnikov, a Russian Lady, who had given Mum and Dad shelter from the sniper attacks happening in London in September 1940. This period of time was known as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Blitz" target="_blank">The Blitz</a> - not a great time to be pregnant and to be travelling the roads in a taxi driven by one's husband, trying to avoid bombs and snipers. Not surprisingly that labour came on a little earlier than expected. A huge surprise for my parents when the two boys were born - they were only expecting one child - and the offer of extra baby clothes from the Russian household was gratefully accepted. The Bombing of London was to continue until May 1941 and my older siblings lived through this time, experiencing all of the horrors and deprivation that The Blitz delivered.<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i>More than one million London houses were destroyed or damaged, and more
than 40,000 civilians were killed, almost half of them in London. </i></blockquote>
A week before being officially discharged from the RAF, on 14 September 1948, Cecil sailed to
Australia on <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RMS_Strathaird" target="_blank">HMS Strathaird.</a> An immigrant, pioneering a new lifestyle for the family, he
had left at home at Hook Road; his wife Winifred and six children, Pamela, John, Patricia, Brian,
Michael and Carole. The plan was for all to follow within a year, once a new home had been purchased. Dad would often tell us that, during his journey on sea, he had shared a cabin with a famous boxer - I had to verify that by looking up the Ship's Passenger Lists - and found that he did indeed share with '<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Carruthers" target="_blank">Jimmy Carruthers</a>'. <br />
<br />
On 14th April, in 1949, my family disembarked at Melbourne, and followed Dad to set up house in
Moonee Ponds, Victoria. We earned some minor fame as one of the larger
immigrating families to travel on board the HMS Orcades. We came to make a new life at 'Elsinore', 11 Laura Street and we were photographed by the local newspaper to have our '5 minutes of fame'. Dad had also secured a small Bicycle Shop business in Puckle Street and we were on our way into personal and financial security in our Australian adventure.<br />
<br />
Cecil Henry Allery had come a long, long way from Boy Artificer at one shilling a week!</div>
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