Showing posts with label Ordinary Lives of the First World War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ordinary Lives of the First World War. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 June 2018

Sunday WW1 Remembered..





The Women's Suffrage Movement was a hard fought battle which began in the latter half of the nineteenth century with campaigns to lobby members of parliament in order to get votes for women.  Organised campaigns in support of women's suffrage began to appear in the mid-1860s. 

In 1867, during a debate on parliamentary reform, John Stuart Mill, a liberal member of parliament, for City and Westminster, proposed an amendment which would have given the vote to women on the same terms as men however, it was rejected by 194 votes to 73. The suffragette movement gained momentum after this and in 1897 the National Union of Women's Suffrage Societies was formed under the leadership of suffragist, Millicent Fawcett.

In 1914 at the start of WW1 the suffrage movement was scaled down and even though they suspended some of their activities, the suffragette movement continued to gain momentum.

A female women's rights activist handing out the Suffragette newspaper to British servicemen, 16th April 1915. She is holding a poster for the newspaper, edited by Christabel Pankhurst, showing the headline "We Will Not Be Prussianised", seemingly showing solidarity for British troops on the front.
© IWM (Q 107103)

In 1918 the Representation of the People Act was an act passed by Parliament which reformed the electoral process of Great Britain and Ireland. For the first time the right to vote was extended to men aged over 21, whether or not they owned property, and to women, over the age of 30, if they were home owners, or if their husbands were homeowners, with a property with a rateable value of £5. The Act added 8.4 million women to the electorate as well as 5.6 million men and is considered to be the greatest of all the Reform Acts in terms of electorate addition.




On Sunday 10th of June 2018, women and girls in Belfast, Cardiff, Edinburgh and London will walk together as part of a celebratory mass participation artwork. Wearing either green, white or violet, the colours of the suffragette movement, the PROCESSIONS will appear as a flowing river of colour through the city streets.

One hundred women artists have been commissioned to work with organisations and communities across the UK to create one hundred centenary banners for PROCESSIONS as part of an extensive public programme of creative workshops.

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Sunday, 25 March 2018

Sunday WW1 Remembered...




Ordinary Lives of  the First World War


The 2018 Armistice Project seeks to commemorate the 888,246 British and Commonwealth Fallen of the First World War.




©John Barton


This Tommy represents John Hopkins, a member of our family, who enlisted with The Loyal North Lancashire Regiment in 1914 and was posted to France in 1915. He was wounded in action on 11th May 1916 whilst they were in the trenches at Monchy-Breton. He arrived back in the UK for treatment two weeks later, 25th May, and remained there until 18th August 1916 when he was sent back to France. He then served in France for the next two years.

John Hopkins died of heart failure on 24th January 1919 and was laid to rest in Wigan Cemetery. He was 28 years old.





©John Barton



The profits from the sale of the Tommies will enable Remembered to support the following charities: 


The Royal Foundation :Heads Together, Walking With The Wounded


Combat Stress


Help for Heroes


The Commonwealth War Graves Foundation


Project Equinox: Housing Veterans




Twitter @Remembered2018



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Sunday, 4 March 2018

Sunday WW1 Remembered...




Ordinary Lives of the First World War


This week I braved the inclement weather and headed to Salford to visit the IWM North.


©Digital Images 2018 

I had seen on breakfast television the details of the There But Not There project to commemorate the centenary ending of WW1 and hoped to be able to see for myself the 6 foot aluminum Tommy that was pictured outside the IWM. Sadly when I arrived at the museum, the Tommy was no longer on display but that didn't matter as a trip around the museum is always well worth a visit.


The Logo and commemorative Tommy are inspired by a photograph taken in WWI by official war photographer Horace Nicholls (1867-1941). 


In addition to the life-size silhouettes which will be installed across the country for November 2018, there is also a limited-edition table-top Tommy figure, which is based on the logo and which represents the 888,246 British and Commonwealth Fallen of the First World War.




There But Not There  will help to commemorate the end of the 1914-1918 war, and the ghostly perspex  figures will be installed around the country to remember those who didn't come home.

They should always be remembered for the sacrifices they made for all of us during this momentous time in our history.

You can donate to the There But Not There project here

You can buy your Tommy here 


The profits from the sale of the Tommies will enable Remembered to support the following charities: 

The Royal Foundation :Heads Together, Walking With The Wounded
Combat Stress
Help for Heroes
The Commonwealth War Graves Foundation
Project Equinox: Housing Veterans.


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Sunday, 4 February 2018

Sunday WW1 Remembered...




Ordinary Lives of the First World War


I am honoured to feature this very special family story from the author, Rachel Sargeant




Sister Muriel Wakeford – a nurse at Gallipoli




Australian-born Muriel Wakeford, trained as a nurse and became matron at two hospitals in New South Wales.  At the outbreak of war, she volunteered to serve in the Australian Army Nursing Service. She set off on the Kyarra in November 1914, arriving in Egypt the following January.
During her time as a war nurse, she kept a diary. Here is the first entry:

“Wednesday 24th of November

A momentous day indeed. At 4pm we pushed off from Circular quay amidst wild enthusiasm and also a terrific storm. The ferry boats all saluted, the crowd cheered and I felt pretty miserable. My first experience at sea. The night was wild indeed – three sea men were knocked over by the elements and one had to be operated on next morning. I was fortunate enough to be able to assist at the operation. Unique experience at sea.”

In April 1915 she was sent aboard the hospital ship Gascon bound for the island of Lemnos, thirty miles from the Dardanelles Straits. For the next few months, she and her colleagues cared for thousands of injured, dying and diseased men.

Muriel wrote:

“Sun 25 Apr 1915

Bombardment of the Dardanelles commenced 5 am. Moved off at 1am. Reached Gaba Tepe at 5. Shells were bursting everywhere. At 9 the first lot of wounded came on board. At midday the place was a fiery inferno. The London was lying almost touching us. Shells from the enemy frequently burst quite close to us. The first landing party cut to pieces by the Turks who fired shrapnel before the lighters even touched the beach.

At 6.30 left for Lemnos with 600 on board.”

A later diary entry read:

“Mon 9 Aug

By daylight the whole coast presents a very different aspect to what it did when we departed here (Anzac) nearly a month ago. Troops have landed and are holding the whole length of coastline from Anzac beach to Cape Suvla (new landing place). Several cruisers and transports are anchored there in Suvla Bay. 3 cruisers and several monitors are shelling Turkish positions. Heavy fighting proceeds all day. Wounded arriving continually.”

In early September 1915 she travelled back to Australia on the Beltana, nursing invalided soldiers. She returned to sea on 17th December aboard the Karoola, presumably heading for the Western Front but we don’t have her diary for 1916 to confirm this.
Serving with Muriel on the Gascon had been third mate Raymond Sargeant, a British-Belgian man. They married in June 1916 in London.  As was the norm for the time, Muriel gave up her career when she married.

The couple made their home in Mombasa, Kenya where Raymond was Port Captain. They had one son, Harry, who became an army officer and saw action in the Second World War. Raymond and Muriel later moved to South Africa.

At the age of fifty six, Raymond returned to active service during the Second World War as a Lieutenant-Commander with the South African Naval Forces. Muriel and Raymond spent their retirement in Worthing, on the English south coast. Raymond died in 1958 and Muriel in 1965.

Muriel’s grandsons, Mark and Nigel, have kept her 1915 diary. Nigel’s wife, Rachel Sargeant, is a writer who has written a novel loosely based on the diary. Gallipoli: Year of Love and Duty.




About Gallipoli: Year of Love and Duty

In 1915 Sara Winwood writes a diary. It begins as a grand adventure for Sara and best friend Bessie, two newly enlisted sisters in the Australian Army Nursing Service heading into the unknown to do their bit in a distant war.

At first they serve in Egypt where nursing duties slot in around camel rides to the Pyramids and coffee at Cairo’s Shepheard’s Hotel but then, together with four other nurses, they are sent on board the hospital ship Gascon, bound for the Dardanelles. Adventure turns to ordeal. The six women face an unrelenting barrage of blood, death and disease with only the fortitude and humour of their patients – shrapnel-filled men scraped off the hostile cliffs of the Gallipoli peninsula - to keep them going. They don’t just see war; they touch, taste and breathe it.

By the end of the year, one nurse will die, one will achieve greatness, one will mourn, two will deceive, and one will learn to love.


About Rachel Sargeant

Rachel Sargeant is an Amazon Kindle Top Ten bestselling author. She grew up in Lincolnshire. She has three published novels, Gallipoli: Year of Love and Duty being her second. Her stories have appeared in My Weekly and the Accent Press Saucy Shorts series. Rachel has a degree in German and Librarianship from Aberystwyth University and a Masters in Creative Writing from Lancaster University. She spent several years living in Germany where she taught English and she now lives in Gloucester with her husband and children.


Twitter @RachelSargeant3




Warmest thanks to Rachel for spending time with us today

 And for sharing Muriels's diary with us, I feel honoured to share this poignant reminder

of Gallipoli by a nurse who was actually there.


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Sunday, 28 January 2018

Sunday WW1 Remembered...





Ordinary Lives of the First World War


I am honoured to feature this very special family story from the author, Kirsty Ferry




Watch for me at Twilight is the third book in my new Hartsford Mysteries series. I’ve just finished the edits on it, and was asked to think about my dedication before it goes through to the final proofing stage. As the book has a WW2 thread running through it, and my historical hero is an RAF pilot, who is also a poet, the person I chose to dedicate the story to was a relative of mine, who died in WW1.

James Edwin Brown was born in 1894 and died on Monday November 26th 1917. James was a Bombardier in 113th Siege Battery, Royal Garrison Artillery, and his service number was 376175. He lies in Potijze Chateau Grounds Cemetery and is commemorated on the war memorial in Swalwell, Gateshead, Tyne and Wear. He was 23 years old, and died alongside Gunner WJ Callow, who was 36. James left a young wife, May Blanche, who was 22 years old. Their son, James Richard John, had been born earlier that year, and they had only been married since the summer of 1916. Before he became a soldier, James worked in the Tyneside shipyards. May was my Gran’s aunt, and my Gran was named after her, which I think is rather lovely.

My son is also called James, and part of that is to do with the fact it’s a family name on both sides – and obviously James Edwin Brown was a big hero of my son’s when he was younger. He was so excited when we showed him the war memorial commemorating James Edwin, and took a family tree into school for show and tell, although we could never quite work out how many “Greats” it involved!

I, personally, first came across James Edwin when I was researching my family tree, and started digging around archives and records. I knew my Gran had been named after an Aunt, so the original May Blanche was really my starting point; and from there I discovered James Edwin.

I recall as well, that it was coming up to the Millennium, and as a special part of their exhibits, the DLI (Durham Light Infantry) Museum had a computer set up where you could access war records. Back then, I had a ridiculous dial-up internet connection at home, so grabbed a paper napkin and a pen and took the opportunity to discover what I could from this wonderful internet resource! I wasn’t disappointed, and have always, somehow, felt a connection to this chap.

I wonder what he would have been like as a person, what he would have looked like. How he and May met – and was she pregnant when they married, because the dates aren’t clear! May married again, a few years later, but I suspect she never forgot her first love. Almost more tragically, James Edwin appears, of course, in earlier censuses as a little boy – a “scholar”. And as I read about where he lived, and what his family did, and see his name on a list with other children, I think how sad it was that he ended up dead at 23 years old, and that it’s probably best that we can’t predict what our future holds.

I do wonder why James Edwin joined up, as I always thought the shipyards were a reserved occupation, but perhaps he was conscripted after all, or perhaps he simply joined out of choice. I don’t suppose we’ll ever know. I don’t suppose I’ll ever find a picture of him, either, but I live in hope. And now, at least, there’s something else to remember him by in my dedication. 


Warmest thanks to Kirsty for spending time with us today

 And for sharing this very special story about James Edwin Brown. I feel honoured to share his story.


You can find out more about Kirsty and her writing


Website

Twitter @kirsty_ferry

Choc Lit

Amazon UK



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Sunday, 21 January 2018

Sunday WW1 Remembered...





Ordinary Lives of the First World War


It is possible to walk in any of our cemeteries  to discover a CWGC headstone from WW1. 

On a visit to Mellor, a small village in Lancashire, I discovered this Commonwealth War Grave in a quiet part of the graveyard of St Mary the Virgin church. The solitary headstone caught my eye and on further inspection I discovered that it was the grave of  a young nurse, something I have not seen before.



Mary Jennette Robins
1890-1918

Mary Jennette Robins, was an officer in the Royal Navy, in the Queen Alexandra Royal Naval Nursing Service (QARNN ). When I searched online at the Imperial War Museum, Lives of the First World War website, I discovered that Mary was born in 1890 in Blackburn, Lancashire and that she sadly died of pneumonia on the 4th November 1918.

I discovered that Mary features on the Women of the Empire memorial in York Minster where the names of 1,400 women are commemorated and their names are inscribed on oak screens.

Mary Jennette Robins has no connection to me or my family and the only thing we have in common is that we were both nurses.

For every one of these quiet resting places, in graveyards up and down the country, there are so many stories to be told of ordinary lives lost and of families who forever mourned their loss.

It does no harm, if you come across any of these headstones, to stop and, in a moment of quiet reflection, acknowledge the sacrifices that were made over a hundred years ago. The least we can do is to remember what they did, and say thank you.

In this final year of my commemoration of the First World War, I am hoping to feature more stories of ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances.



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Sunday, 7 January 2018

Sunday WW1 Remembered...





Ordinary Lives of the First World War

In the First World War so many families had loved ones who were fighting on the Western Front. 


My husband's family were no exception.


This is the story of  " A Fighting Poolstock Family: Four Sons in the Army"


At the start of the First World War in 1914, when most commentators said that the conflict would be “over by Christmas”, male members of families throughout the Country signed up in their tens of thousands with no thought or imagination of the horrors to come over the next four long years of fighting.

One such family of six brothers aged from 15 to 31 lived in Poolstock,Wigan, most at their family home with their mother, father and sisters in Milton Street. 

One brother, James, was disabled and unable to serve, and Samuel, aged only 15 at the outbreak of War, was too young to serve, but the other four all left their jobs and signed up to serve King and Country; Edward, the eldest at 31, joined the 10th Battalion of the York and Lancaster Regiment as an Infantryman; Andrew, aged 30, joined the Guards Division of the Royal Field Artillery as a Shoe-smith, as did William, aged 25, serving as a Bombardier; Walter, aged 19, joined the Royal Horse Artillery becoming a Driver. All four were sent to France early in the conflict, leaving their other two brothers and the rest of their family at home in Poolstock, Wigan to await their return.

In November 1915, the Wigan Examiner ran one of many such family stories about the War in France, entitled “A Fighting Poolstock Family: Four Sons In The Army”. The full page article, with photographs of the brothers in uniform, gave details of their current service, citing that they were ‘somewhere in France’, apart from Edward, who had been injured on the first day of the Battle of Loos, September 26th, and was recuperating in hospital in Scotland.


Wigan Examiner, 1915
"A Fighting Poolstock Family"
©J.D.Barton

Samuel, having only recently turned 16, reading of the exploits of his four older brothers, then decided to run away to War. Going to Preston, where many troop trains departed, he signed up, lying about his age, boarded such a train heading South, and when it passed slowly through Wigan, he shouted to some boys at the side of the track: “It’s Sam Whalley from Milton Street, tell me ma I’ve gone to war!”


Sam
Army Photograph
©J.D.Barton

Sam initially worked as a stable lad with the 17th Lancers, particularly looking after the General’s horse, and he eventually joined up officially with the Royal Fusiliers, with whom he served at the Battles of the Somme and Third Ypres, where he was gassed and invalided out of combat for a while to a hospital on the French coast.


17th Lancers
Brass Spurs
©J.D.Barton

Sam returned to his unit and served with the occupying army after hostilities ended in 1918, eventually returning home to rejoin his four brothers again in Wigan.


Sam Whalley
WW1 Medals and 17th Lancers Cap Badge

©J.D.Barton

All the five brothers survived their experiences of the Front, married, had children and lived into their 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s.

Sam Whalley was my husband's Grandfather.

©JD Barton. 

Thanks to John Barton for sharing this family history with Jaffareadstoo today.





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