Wednesday, 1 January 2025

In the Beginning; How My Genealogy Journey Started

Back in 2016, on New Year's Day, my mother mentioned how October 2015 had marked what would have been the 100 birthday of her mother, my grandmother. By way of conversation mum went on to say how little she knew about her mother's family, and roots. My grandfather's family history was well known and documented, the family lore passed down very thoroughly.  Granny's was less so. She didn't offer much in the way of information, and my mum and her brothers didn't ask. Granny's brothers had left for Canada shortly after the war, and her sister did not live nearby. They were not close, and so without other family members from her side of the family present in the family, the connections were lost. As a result of this conversation I decided that I would find out for her, and put together a book of my research, to gift to her for her birthday.

My grandmother- whose family history was the reason for me starting this adventure.

Fast forward to November 2015, and I sent her the book I had created, and bound. I had only managed to complete the research about one side of her family; that of Alice Funnell, my great grandmother. I had bitten off far more than I could possibly chew. Another year or so went by before I could put together a book about the other side of granny's family; that of my great grandfather, William Nicholson Edgill.

During the Covid lockdowns of 2020 I escaped into family history, and dug around a bit to share with my father some family history related to his father's side of the family. And my mother in law also asked me to conduct some research into her family history. My tree has grown to include almost 3000 ancestors, and I have large parts of the tree that I haven't worked on yet.

My understanding and love for social history has grown over the last ten years that I have been working on our family's past. There is no better way to learn about how people lived in the past, than by finding out about your own family's past.

I have always loved a good soap opera. I actually started watching Coronation Street decades ago, when I learned that my granny had enjoyed it. After researching her family history, and finding out that her father was from Manchester, I've theorised that perhaps she enjoyed watching it because of this familial connection to the city.

I've discovered that, in my adventures into my family's past, every branch of our family tree has a soap opera of its own. It's always exciting to research a new family line, anticipating where the next drama will unfold!

And so, it's with a sense of an explorer's exhilaration that I get started on 2025's family history adventure. First is to finish off the Newell descendancy, which will take me further into the early years of the European settlement in the 'New World', and all the way back to the Plantagenets. What soap opera will I find next?!




Tuesday, 31 December 2024

Resolution

NYE 2024 I made a resolution; to take all my family history research, and put it into a blog where family members, both known and as yet unknown, can find information about our collective ancestors. Throughout this year, while crawling through the day to day routine, I have had a wonderful adventure through the history of our family. The #52Ancestors has been a perfect frame for getting my genealogy blog going, and I've loved every minute of it. What a year it has been! Despite the challenge to write about 52 ancestors, I have actually written 55 posts in total, some of which relate to more than one ancestor.

The desire to complete the challenge, and keep up with all my other work and family responsibilities, has left me with less time to complete the pages on my blog where I outline the direct descendancy via each grandparent line. And it also left me with less time to complete further research into lines which I have left unstudied so far.

My resolutions for 2025 are;

1. To complete the descendancy pages.

2. To work on the Charlton line, Gething line, and Rose family research.

3. To continue with the 52 Ancestors Challenge 2025, once a month.

I hope you'll continue to join me for a 2025 #12Ancestors Challenge!!

Happy New Year everyone!



Good Deeds; Choosing Family

I have bundled together weeks 50 and 51 of the #52Ancestors Challenge, partly because it is currently 5:30pm on NYE, and partly because the best fit for both these stories it just one; that of my paternal grandparents, my grandmother's sister and her husband, and their daughter.

My grandmother, Edith Charlton, and grandfather, Joseph Holding, married on 23rd December 1935. They enjoyed a double wedding, as at the very same time Edith's sister Kathleen Charlton married her beau, Alfred Moseley, who was Joe's friend and comrade. They were both soldiers in the Kings Own Royal Regiment, and were serving prior to WWII, so you might call them career soldiers.

The two brides are in the centre; Edith (left) and Kathleen (right).
Their two grooms are beside them; Joseph (left of Edith) and Alfred (right of Kathleen).
The other couples are their witnesses; Kenyon Holding (Joe's brother) and Gertrude Charlton (Edith and Kathleen's sister) on the far left, and John Tyler and Lily Mitchell (relationship as yet unknown).

The first of the two couples to welcome a baby into the world were my grandparents, when their first child was born in September 1937, followed swiftly behind by Kathleen and Alfred, whose daughter was born the following month. My father was born in May 1938, but Arthur and Kathleen did not have any further children. Both Joseph and Alfred were sent with their regiment to serve in Palestine, during the British Mandate. 

In October 1938, whilst serving in with the British army in Gaza,  Alfred was tragically killed in action, leaving Kathleen a single mum to her baby daughter. To add to that tragedy, before 6 months had passed Kathleen took sick and died, in Lancaster, effectively leaving her 18 month old daughter an orphan.

My grandparents adopted Kathleen and Arthur's daughter, and raised her as their own daughter. My grandmother had three children to care for, all under the age of 2 years. 

I always knew Kathleen's daughter as my aunty, and her children have always been, and will always be my cousins, but our family tree on Ancestry does not show this close connection, which always makes me feel a little sad. Without stories like this, such family ties are lost, as the generations fall away.

Handed Down; A Bundle of Paperwork and Photos

A few years back, after my husband's father died, he brought back home to us from Edinburgh, a stack of old paperwork and photos in which we found a lovely little slice of family history.

This beautifully preserved pair of National Registration Identity cards, for my husband's grandparents,  confirmed the family address, and his grandfather's Travel Identity card included a lovely passport sized photo of George Ferguson Grosset. We also found various photos of my husband's grandparents, George Ferguson Grosset and Margaret McArthur McRobbie.

National identity cards were issued during WWII, a tool to protect national security. Both George and Margaret's cards were issued in 1943, when the program started, and include two addresses at which they lived in '43. 

The Travel Identity card was a piece of identification required by British citizens to move freely between mainland UK and Northern Ireland, and Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland. George's Travel ID was dated 1948. It's not clear why he needed such a card. Perhaps Margaret also had one and they holidayed in Eire, or Northern Ireland at some point, or perhaps he had business in Eire, or Northern Ireland. 

George Ferguson Grosset was the eldest son, and first born child of George Ferguson Grosset at Wilhelmina Grosset, born in Musselburgh, Midlothian on the 29th May 1912. They had a total of 7 children altogether. Three boys, including George, John Bennett Grosset (1918 - 1995), and Blair (1926 - 2012), and four daughters; Agnes Bennett Grosset (1914 - 1971), Margaret Bald Grosset (1916 - 2023), John Bennett Grosset (1918 - 1995), Wilhelmina Bennett Grosset (1921 - 1993), and Helen Calder Grosset (1921 - 1921). George Ferguson Grosset (the father) was the railway signalman who I wrote about in a post in July; Trains; A Family of Railway Servants

George Ferguson Grosset, the son, was a lawyer, and most likely the first in his family to have studied at university, and to have earned a bachelors degree. George and Margaret married on 27th March 1939, at New Restalrig parish church, on Willowbrae Road, Edinburgh. At that time George was 26 years old and a practicing solicitor. Margaret was a 'clerkess'. 


The wedding of George Ferguson Grosset and Margaret McArthur McRobbie.

Margaret was born Margaret McArthur McRobbie, and was the eldest child to Thomas Andrew McRobbie and Agnes Grainger Ramsay. She was born in Edinburgh, on 16th October 1911. It was her younger brother Thomas Andrew McRobbie who was an airman who died in the early hours of D Day. I wrote about him, and his comrades earlier this year, on the anniversary of D Day and on Remembrance Day. I had previously thought that Agnes and Thomas only had two children, but have discovered that they actually had a second daughter, Joan Grainger McRobbie, who was  born in 1913, and was a named witness at their wedding. I believe, although cannot prove this theory, that the four bridesmaids in the wedding photo above are George's three surviving sisters, and Joan, Margaret's sister.

George did not serve during the second world war, due to him having contracted tuberculosis. According to an obituary found in my father in law's paperwork, it seems that during the war he worked as a leader of the Boys Brigade, and volunteered with the home guard instead. By early 1942 rolled round, their son, my father in law, was born.

I don't know for sure that this baby is my father in law, but it makes sense that this was in his paperwork.

George was treated at some point for his TB, although I'm not clear on when this treatment was offered. We have a picture somewhere, which frustratingly I can't find, of him in his outdoor room at the sanitoriam. The room was basically a roofed shelter with no walls, and curtains that could lend him some privacy. Again, I can't prove this, but I have a sense that this picture was taken at the same place where he was being treated, and he gentleman he is with is, we believe, his father, George Ferguson Grosset (senior). 

The two George Ferguson Grossets (senior and junior)

This final pic offers a lovely relaxed snap of the happy couple. I am finding it tricky to date, as her dress looks more 1920s in style, with the dropped waist. However, it seems likely that the pic was taken some time in the early to mid 1930s, which means it was taken at some point before they were married. The line of the horizon in the background suggests they were near Arthurs' Seat, the famous hill in the city of Edinburgh. Margaret's address, before they were married, was at her parents' home; 81 Restalrig Avenue. Google Maps has demonstrated that their back yard would have had a fine view of Arthur's Seat, which leaves me to believe that this pic was taken in their back garden. Perhaps it was a photo taken at their engagement.


George died at a fairly young age. Not as a result of TB, but from cancer. His death certificate states a primary cancer in his right kidney, and a secondary cancer of the lungs. He was just 54 at the time of his death, dying before both his parents, and leaving behind Margaret, aged 54, and their two children who were both in their early 20s still. 

So often, in genealogy groups on social media, other family history fans will post old pictures of their ancestors, asking for help with dating them, in an attempt to identify the people in the old snapshots. The wonderful thing about this bundle handed down at the passing of my husband's father, is that the Travel ID card confirmed what George Ferguson Grosset looked like, and the National ID cards confirmed their addresses. Using that information we were able to confirm who the other people in the images were, and where they were taken. Such a privilege!

Sunday, 29 December 2024

Very Funny; 'Haha', and Strange, The Life and Legacy of My Great Uncle Bear

My Great Uncle Bear wasn't really my great uncle, and unsurprisingly, he was not called Bear! His real name was William Arnold Ridley, but the world knew him as Arnold Ridley. Most British people of my generation (born in the '70s) knew him much better as Private Godfrey, the character in the '70s BBC sit com "Dad's Army". 

Arnold Ridley, c1921

William Arnold Ridley was related to me by marriage. His wife, born as Althea Parker, was always known to me as my Great Aunty Althea, although she was not in fact an aunt either! Althea Helen Parker was the cousin of my grandfather. Her mother, Helen Mina Rose had married Edward Parry Gambier in Cheltenham, in 1868. They had four daughters altogether; Helen Mina (1870-1941), Ivy Eleanora (1875-1904), Ruth Constance (1876-1955), and Hilda Florence (1878-1884). Ruth Constance Gambier was to marry George Edward Newell, and together they were my great grandparents. Meanwhile Helen Mina Gambier married twice. Her first husband, with whom she had no issue, was a captain in the 2nd Leicestershire Regiment, and died from cholera in Alexandria, Egypt, in 1902. Helen married again in 1908, this time to a Henry Charles Frederick Cunliffe Parker, another military man. Henry Parker was in the navy, and held the office of Paymaster. They married in Malta, and it is my guess that Helen met Henry through my great grandparents Ruth and Ted. I know that Ted served in the navy in Malta around that time, and it would make sense that a young lady might meet her intended naval officer via her sister's naval officer husband. I haven't confirmed this by records, but a study of ships they both served in might confirm this suspicion.

So, my Great Aunty Althea was actually my 1st cousin, twice removed, and my Great Uncle Bear was her husband. The nickname "Bear" was apparently due to how he looked rather bear-like. As he aged the nickname morphed into 'Old Bear'. As a small child I always pictured him always cuddled up with a teddy bear, which I found comforting; the idea that an adult is allowed to continue loving their teddy bear, well after childhood was a relief!

Althea Parker (date unknown)

Uncle Bear was a great playwright and author, who wrote one of Britain's best known stage plays, The Ghost Train. The Ghost Train is a fabulous tale about a group of people who get stranded at a station in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night. As the station master departs he warns the group about the ghost train that haunts the station. Since the play is just over 100 years old I don't think I need to issue spoiler alerts, but still, here it comes... It turns out that the 'ghost' is actually a group of communists who use the story of the ghost train to get away with their smuggling weapons into Britain. The play is a series of great character studies, and a few twists and turns in the plot allow it to continue to be a firm favourite with audiences. The reason behind its success at the time was due to the special effects used behind the scenes to lend the illusion of a train actually travelling by the stage. At a time when such special effects were not so easy to come by, it allowed the play to become a great attraction, and it remained in production at the West End for an extraordinary sixteen months, from November 1925 to March 1927.

The Ghost Train went on to be made into a film several times over, including versions in French, German, and Dutch. In 1941 this version was filmed, starring a star comedian of the age, Arthur Askey, where the communists were reimagined into Nazi 5th Columnists. 

The play has also been recorded by the BBC as a radio play, which makes for a great listen. It is no longer available on the BBC website, but it can be heard via this Youtube link;


Uncle Bear was a fairly prolific writer, and wrote many other plays; sadly none that gave him the same success as his first play. 

Outside of his life on the stage Bear had served in the army in both world wars. In WWI, as a young man Arnold Ridley had fought at the front, going over the top, and somehow managing to survive, but eventually being medically discharged before the end of the war. He lived to tell the tale, but not without some serious a life long injuries, both physical and mental. In the years between the wars Arnold found success with his writing and acting, so much so that he started working on his very own movie production business. Whilst he may have been a great actor, writer, and movie maker, he was no businessman, and before he knew it, he had lost everything. 

By the time WWII started in 1939 Arnold was a divorcee, and living alone in Surrey; his occupation recorded in the 1939 Register as 'dramatic author, producer and film director. Within the following month Arnold was to marry his second wife.

Arnold's first wife was, by his own account, a mistake, made when both he and she were too young. The were married in 1926, and were divorced in 1939. In the book 'Godfrey's Ghost' by my cousin, and Arnold's son, Nic Ridley, Arnold is quoted as saying, "Although we remained married until the spring of 1939, it would be useless to pretend that the union was ideally happy, even in the early years. There were too many things against success. The most important reason for the failure was that neither of us- both only children- had the remotest experience of the other sex."

Nic's book at available at your local bookstore and from Amazon.

Arnold's second marriage was to prove just as unsuccessful. Arnold's second wife was a young actress by the name of Isola Strong. Arnold had met Isola whilst away from home, in Scotland, working on a play of his called Recipe for Murder, which was first produced in 1932. Whilst their affair may have lasted a long while before he was legally able to marry, the marriage itself did not last long. Again, Arnold is quoted in Nic's book; "I'm quite sure she married me from a sense of loyalty rather than a keen desire to do so. We both did our best, but it didn't work. I suppose it was ridiculous to expect that it could." Uncle Bear, despite his age and WWI injuries, rejoined the army for service in WWII. He was sent to France, where is suffered terribly from PTSD. He was evacuated from Dunkirk, France, in May 1940 and did not return to active service. Instead he put his efforts into entertaining the troops, and it was doing this that my Uncle Bear met my Aunty Althea.

Aunty Althea was a great actress. She had achieved great acclaim on the stage around the country, and in the West End. In 1941 Arnold was invited to join ENSA (Entertainments National Service Association) with the plan to take The Ghost Train on a tour to entertain the troops. At a casting session Arnold recalled his first meeting with Althea; "I was standing just inside the stage door when I saw a tall and handsome young woman approaching and held open an inner door for her to pass through. She swept on her way without even a murmured thank-you. 'Snooty bitch!' I muttered to myself, unaware that, when not wearing her spectacles, Althea was very nearly blind. The 'snooty bitch' and I were married at Knaresborough on October 3rd 1945." Their marriage was solid an unwavering, and included a son, Nicolas Ridley (the aforementioned cousin).


After the war Arnold continued to work at writing and acting; work that was fairly piecemeal, and did not offer the small family a reliable wage. But later in life Arnold was offered a part in a new TV sitcom, called Dad's Army, featuring a collection of interesting characters who made up a unit of the Home Guard in a fictional English town during World War 2. Arnold was the eldest of the crew, and played the part of Private Godfrey, who was a retired tailor. During WWI Godfrey had been a conscientious objector, but had earned military honours for his work as a stretcher bearer, going into no mans land to save men who had fallen at the Battle of the Somme.


The episode 'Branded', (season 3, episode 11) tells the audience a little more about his experiences in WWI and how Godfrey's objecting to the war was considered by many people in society at the time.



I never knew Uncle Bear as a funny man. He was a great comedic actor, obviously, as he was a great actor, but my memories of him are rather hazy, and more often concern us having to keep out of the living room, when we visited, because he was watching some important sports game or another. Whilst he was not particularly sporty, he was like his father, a lifelong keen sports fan (especially for Bath rugby club). Arnold's father had been a great gymnast and physical education teacher whose sporting life was cut short after an illness that affected his heart. He changed his career to a salesman, selling sports gear, and shoes, but continued to admire all sports, and participate in less strenuous sports until his death in 1931.


In researching Arnold Ridley I have come across something pretty funny, however; funny strange though, not funny 'ha ha'. I found quite a few references to the actress Daisy Ridley, on Ancestry connecting the two of them, as well as newspaper articles where Arnold was recorded as Daisy Ridley's great uncle. At first I accepted this as fact, without further checking, excited at the idea that I was a few steps, albeit by marriage, to a Star Wars star. But after a closer look at the records and a couple of emails with my cousin Nic, the only son of (William) Arnold Ridley, I've been completely unable to ascertain any familial link between Arnold Ridley and Daisy Ridley. Both Arnold's father, William Robert Ridley, and Daisy's great grandfather, Harry John Ridley (each born in 1871 and 1874 respectively) were only children. There might have been a more distant family connection, but Daisy Ridley was most certainly not Arnold Ridley's great niece. Perhaps it was a publicist's mistake, that became embarrassing to fix, so Daisy has just gone along with it. It is certainly interesting to see how many people on Ancestry have just accepted this connection whilst simultaneously adding records to their tree which clearly say otherwise.


Daisy Ridley, a talented actor, is unlikely to be related to Arnold Ridley.

Uncle Bear died in 1984, when I was 13, and he was 88 years old. He left behind my aunty Althea, who was 72 when Arnold died. Arnold was cremated in London, and his ashes were interred at his parents grave in Bath.


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https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-35491036 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p009n8fn

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunkirk_evacuation

Friday, 15 November 2024

Random Number; 12/16/1773

One random number, or date, connects two of my ancestors. They were related by marriage, but I doubt they actually knew each other, or even realised their familial connection. One was a captain of a brig named The Beaver, and the other was to become a naval captain later in life, but on the date in question was a merchant of Boston. Their lives connected on 12:16:1773, at Boston, when one ancestor boarded one of three ships docked in Boston, one being the aforementioned 'The Beaver', captained by the other ancestor, and took chests of valuable highly taxed tea out of the hold and dumped it over the side of the ship.

A map of Boston, dated 1775, from the Pennsylvania Magazine

Backing up just for a moment, let me explain how they were related to each other, and to me. Joseph Coffin and Bethiah Macy of Nantucket, MA were my 7x great grandparents. They had seven children, their eldest daughter Eunice Coffin (born 1707) was my 6x great grandmother.  Their third child, and second eldest son was Zacheus Coffin (born 1710). Zaccheus Coffin remained in Nantucket, and married Mary Pinkham. Together they had six children, their fourth being Hezekiah Coffin. Hezekiah Coffin was the captain of The Beaver at Boston, on the 16th December 1773, and he was my 1st cousin, 7x removed.

Eunice Coffin (Hezekiah's aunt) left Nantucket for mainland MA in the early 1730s, married to Andrew Newell. Eunice and Andrew were my 6x great grandparents. Their son, also named Andrew Newell (born 1729) married twice. His first wife, Sarah  Ayres, died young and apparently without issue. His second wife was Elizabeth Lee, of Boston. Elizabeth's father was Thomas Lee, a merchant of Boston. He was married twice, and Elizabeth was the second of two daughters from his first marriage, with Elizabeth Charnock. Elizabeth Charnock died sometime before 1737. He remarried, and his second wife, Lois Orne, bore him three more children, the middle child being Joseph Lee (born 1744). Joseph Lee was one of the 100-120 men who boarded the three ships, The Beaver, The Eleanor, and The Dartmouth, docked at Boston on the 16th December, 1773, and he was my 5x great grand-uncle.

Hezekiah Coffin was born 20th August 1741, in Nantucket, MA. He married Abigail Coleman on the 4th February 1762, at Sherburne, on Nantucket island. Together they had seven children (6 sons and 1 daughter); Elizabeth (born 1763), Owen (born 1766),  Timothy (born 1769), Ichabod (born 1771), Levi (born 1773), and Hezekiah (born 1775).  Hezekiah (senior) was a sea captain who worked out of Nantucket harbour, shipping the island's main product, whale oil, to Great Britain. 

The town on the island of Nantucket was originally called Sherburne, but was changed to Nantucket in 1795.
Printmakers include Valentine Green, Henry Bryan Hall and James Barton Longacre.
Title from Calendar of Emmet Collection. EM7792 Statement of responsibility : B. Tanner
By Scan by NYPL , Public Domain

Joseph Lee was born in Salem on the 22nd May 1744. On 9th Jun 1769 Joseph Lee married Elizabeth Cabot, in Salem, MA. Together they had 12 children; Joseph (born 1770), Nathaniel Cabot (born 1772), Elizabeth (born 1774), George (born 1776), Amelia (born 1777), Charles (born 1778), Thomas (born 1779), Nancy (born 1780), Henry (born 1782), John (born 1783), Francis (born 1784), and Rebecca (born 1785). Joseph's wife, Elizabeth, died in 1786, and he remarried in 1793 to a Deborah Cabot, the widow of his first wife's brother, Stephen Cabot. Joseph and Deborah did not have any children, but she would have been fairly busy raising his surviving children, the youngest of whom was 9 years old at the time of the marriage.

Joseph Lee worked as a merchant out of Long Wharf, in Boston, MA. Long Wharf was an important part of the commercial scene of Boston, and central to it's maritime trade. Early in 1773 Joseph Lee joined the Freemasons, and so it appears he was well connected with influential people both in the business world, and in the politics of the time. It is on his masonic membership card that we can see a reference to the event that caused these ancestors' lives to collide.

Joseph Lee's Mason Membership Card

In late 1773, while Joseph Lee was buying and selling shipments coming off, and going onto ships in the port of Boston, Hezekiah Coffin was taking a shipload of whale oil from Nantucket to England on a brig named The Beaver, owned by Joseph Rotch. Hezekiah docked in London, and after selling his whale oil, searched for a shipment with which to return to the colony of North America. He was offered a load of furniture and some chests of tea, due for the city of Boston.

At this time, the majority of legal tea in the north American colony was sold in Boston. Most of the other major ports in colony dealt in smuggled or foreign tea. The British government had passed several laws throughout the mid-late 1700s regarding the import, sale and tax of tea. Tea had become a very popular drink in Europe and Great Britain over the previous century, and the colonies of North America had swiftly joined in with the tea craze. The sole importer of the precious leaves, into Great Britain was the East India Company. The East India Company did not export to the colonies of North America. Instead, merchants would buy the tea wholesale, at auction in British ports, and then ship it out to various American ports. The tea was taxed heavily on arrival into Britain, and these taxes were passed on to the colonies when it arrived on the other side of the pond. Other European countries, such as the Netherlands, were importing tea without such a high tax, and so tea smuggling was rife, both in Britain and in the colonies. Illegal tea in Britain was costing the East India Company a huge amount. It is thought that in the 1760s the powerful company was losing up to £400,000 to British smugglers each year. 

A political cartoon published in Boston, 1767.

In an effort to help the struggling East India Company, the British government passed various acts relating to the tax on tea. This made the tea in Britain cheaper, but on the other side of the pond, the colonists were getting increasingly angry about the situation. They did not necessarily have a problem with the high tax on tea, but with the actual tax itself.  A political movement rose up around this issue, led by a group called the 'Patriots'. They argued that the British government had no right to tax people living in the British colony of north America. The Magna Carta, commonly accepted as the British constitution, outlines the principle that taxation must be by consent. The colonists did not have any representation in the British government, and therefore should not have been subjected to taxation by the British government. Their rallying cry was, "NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!" Nevertheless, the British government held firm, maintaining and asserting their right to tax the colony. 


Engraving of East India House, Leadenhall Street, London, by T. Simpson: published in John Entick, A New and Accurate History and Survey of London (London, 1766); reproduced in William Foster, The East India House (London, 1924)

The movement against tea taxation grew, and people across the land boycotted legal tea. By this point the only people allowed to deal in tea, in the colonies, were those appointed by the East India Company, as consignees. The Whigs, sometimes called the Sons of Liberty, managed to talk all the consignees into resigning from their position. All except the consignees in Massachusetts. In Boston, MA the governor, Thomas Hutchinson, encouraged the consignees to not give into the pressure. Two of these consignees were Hutchinson's sons, and so he obviously held some sway with the men. A tea/tax standoff ensued.


On November 28th 1773 the first of the three ships arrived in Boston, docking at Griffin Wharf. The Dartmouth was the sister ship to The Beaver; both sailed out of Nantucket Island, and both had been relieved of their whale oil in London, and reloaded with tea and other shipments. James Hall captained The Dartmouth, which held 114 chests of British tea. The Boston Whigs called for a mass meeting to debate what should be done with the cargo of tea. The desire was for The Dartmouth to leave the Boston harbour, without paying any of the import duty. Governor Hutchinson refused to allow the ship to leave the port, and so the stand off continued. Men were sent to guard the ship, to ensure that the cargo was not unloaded, while the matter continued to be debated.


On December 2nd, 1773, The Eleanor arrived at Griffin's Wharf, Boston, carrying another 114 chests of tea from London, Great Britain. The Eleanor was owned by Whig supported John Rowe, but captained by a Tory sympathiser and loyalist to the British crown, Captain Bruce. 


The Beaver, which had sailed with The Dartmouth, from Great Britain, was the last to arrive in the port of Boston. On the voyage over the Atlantic, the crew of The Beaver had suffered an outbreak of smallpox. The ship had been held in quarantine for two weeks, in the outer harbour, finally docking at Griffin's Wharf on the 15th December 1773, with its cargo of 112 chests of British tea.


An engraving of the Old South Meeting House, ca. 1850-1880. Held by the Boston Public Library. 

The 16th December marked the 20th day since The Dartmouth's arrival. British law asserted that cargo should be unloaded and duty paid, within 20 days of arrival, after which cargo could be forcibly removed by  customs officials. Time was running out and the pressure was on, creating a boiling point; perfect conditions for brewing tea! A large crowd gathered at the Old South Meeting House, ready to hear what was to be done. It is estimated that between 5,000-7,000 people were present, which would have been upwards of a third of the population of Boston at the time. At this meeting the people learned that Governor Hutchinson continued to refuse to allow the ships to leave Boston, without paying the tea tax. Undoubtedly Joseph Lee was in the crowd when Samuel Adams, a political philosopher who would go on to become a Founding Father of the USA, was heard to say, "This meeting can do nothing further to save the country."


A portrait of Samuel Adams, painted by John Singleton Copley, in 1772

It was shortly after Adams made this statement that people began to leave the meeting house, and move towards Griffin's Wharf. Some men, perhaps including Joseph Lee, changed their clothing and disguised themselves as Mohawk people. It is thought that the main reason for this was to make it hard for them to be recognised- what they were planning to do would have been considered treason. But the choice of using indigenous 'costumes' was a symbol of the people choosing America over the British oppressors.

W.D. Cooper. "Boston Tea Party.", The History of North America. London:
E. Newberry, 1789.Engraving. Plate opposite p. 58

Arriving at Griffin's Wharf some of the crowd, including the costumed men, began to board the three ships. Captain Hezekiah Coffin pleaded with the men who boarded The Beaver, to not damage the other cargo on his ship; to just take the tea. This transcript from an article published in The Pennsylvania Journal, or Weekly Advertiser, on Wednesday December 29th, 1773, tells the story further;


"...the people immediately, as with one voice, called for a dissolution, which having obtained, they repaired to Griffin's wharf, where the tea vessels lay, proceeded to fix tackles, and hoisted the tea upon deck, cut the chests to pieces, and threw over the side; (there were two ships and a brig, Capt Hall, Bruce and Coffin, each vessel having 114 chests of tea on board,) they began upon the two ships first, as the had nothing on board but the tea, then proceeded to the brig, which had hawled to the wharf, but the day before and had but a small part of her cargo out. The Captain of the brig begged they would not begin with his vessel, as the tea was covered with goods, belonging to different merchants in town, they told him the tea they wanted, and the tea they would have; but if he would go into his cabin quietly, not one article of his goods should be hurt. They immediately proceeded to remove the goods, and then dispose of the tea."


Captain Hezekiah Coffin's other cargo was safe, and the tea was all dumped into the waters of Boston harbour.


The Boston Tea Party, as it came to be known much later, was not the riotous event that many might imagine. I admit, I had thought it had been similar to the event in 2021 when the capitol was attacked on January 6th. But the same news article tells us how relatively calm and careful this demonstration against the ruling government actually was. In actual fact, the only aggressive behaviour seems to have been in reaction to a man who was trying to steal some of the tea, as opposed to dumping it ceremoniously in the water;


"It is to be observed, that they were extremely careful, that not any of the tea should be stolen, so kept a good look out, and detected one man filling his pockets, whom they treated very roughly, by tearing his coat off his back, and driving him up the wharf, through thousands of people, who cuff'd and kicked him as he pass'd."


The Destruction of the Tea, as it was known at the time, was to be a turning point in the history of America, and the Revolutionary War started around 18 months later. During the Revolutionary War Joseph Lee captained ships that worked as privateers; ships that would capture and plunder enemy ships, keeping their riches as a form of payment. As well as financially benefitting quite nicely from this trade, Joseph earned the rank of Captain for this activity against the British enemy. Captain Joseph Lee died at the age of 86, in Boston, MA on the 6th February, 1831. He was buried at Granary Burying Ground.


Moses King - "King's Handbook of Boston", by Moses King published 1881


Hezekiah Coffin sailed again to England in February of 1774, the year, after the destruction of the tea. Once again, he travelled on The Beaver, from Nantucket, with a ship load of whale oil. According to the Boston Tea Party Ships and Museum website Hezekiah died whilst in London, and The Beaver was sold as a result. The Birth, Marriages and Death Records for Nantucket, MA do not appear to agree, however, and suggests that he died in Nantucket, in 1779. The same record also quotes that Hezekiah was "said to have been the first to heave tea overboard in Boston harbour." It would certainly be nice to imagine both ancestors working together, against the British government's unfair taxation, however unlikely this final boast might have been.


#Newell


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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_Tea_Party#


Friday, 8 November 2024

War; Brothers Lost in WWI Battles

As with most genealogy fans, every branch of my family tree is littered with boys and men, lost in the First and Second World Wars. There is more I would like to uncover about what some of our male and female ancestors did in WWII, but that will mostly have to wait until records are available more readily, online, which should happen in the next year or two. I'm certain there will be more opportunities to write about our WWII ancestors, so for this week's writing prompt I will be writing about my father's two uncles, Richard and Francis Holding. My cousin (first, once removed), Elizabeth Knight, has done a great deal of research on these two brothers, and their short lives as soldiers in the Great War. I have included extracts from her research to this post. I am extremely grateful to Liz for doing all this work.


Richard and Francis Langdon Bell Holding were the two eldest sons, and second and third children, respectively, of Kenyon Holding and Sarah Anne Birkett. Kenyon and Sarah Anne had a large family of 10 children. Richard and Frank can be seen in the back row of this family photo, standing either side of their big sister Edith.


Richard, the older of the two boys, was born first in 1894. Just two short years later Francis Langsdon Bell Holding (aka Frank) arrived. At the time of their births, Kenyon was working as a painter, and the family were living at 17 St Mary's Place, in Lancaster. St Mary's Place was a small yard of workers cottages tucked in at the top of Church Street, in front of the Castle, and next to the Covell Cross.


By the time of the 1911 census, the last to be taken before the outbreak of WWI, the family had grown to the size of 10, with the 2 parents, and eight children at home, including the two eldest brothers, and their sisters Lilly, Lena, and Olive, and younger brothers Joseph, John and Kenyon. Older sister, at the age of 18, had moved out to an uncle and aunt's home, to work as a domestic servant. Their father Kenyon was no long a painter, but working as a window cleaner, and managing the company from the home at 10 Gage Street. Richard was 16 years old, and working with his father, as a window cleaner, and Frank was an office boy at an oil cloth store, at the age of 14.



Frank, the younger of the two, was the first to join up. When he was just 18 years and 3 months, he signed his enlistment papers, in September of 1914, and joined the army, giving his age as 19 and 10 months. Prior to the passing of the Military Service Act of 1916, men and boys could join the army from the minimum age of 18, but could not be sent overseas until they reached the age of 19. Frank had enlisted in such a way that had somewhat sealed his fate.


My cousin Liz's words say it best....

"In early August (1916) the battalion had been to Annual Summer Training Cam, probably at Kirby Lonsdale, but had been called back to Lancaster for mobilisation. At this time the Territorials were liable for home defence duties only. As the men returned from camp they were unable to return to work so did not change out of uniform, but hung around waiting for the Royal Proclamation to be posted. When it was, they rushed to the Drill Halls & by the next evening the men of the 4th and 5th Battalions had undergone medicals and were posted along the railway line from Ulverston to Barrow.
It soon became apparent to the military commanders that the British Expeditionary Force (BEF) was not large enough. The Territorials were asked to volunteer for Imperial Service. The 5th Battalion did so immediately. By 1915 the Territorials had proved the value of their pre-war training and some were already in the field. Many Battalions, such as the 1/5th King's Own, had gone to France independently with the result that territorial formations at home consisted of a mixture of 1st, 2nd, and 3rd line battalions collected in new formations were numbered when they were sent abroad.
Photolithograph after W B Woollen, 1914

On the 14th August the Battalion was transported to Didcot to carry out railway guard duties. According to Frank's mother, Sarah Anne's notebook, Frank first left on 6th September 1914, so presumably he received some training and then joined the Battalion at Didcot. He left for the second time (perhaps after some leave), and joined his comrades who were now at Sevenoaks, in Kent, on 14th February, 1915. On 14th/15th February 1915 they landed at La Havre.

I have yet to discover what the Battalion did for the next few weeks, but by April they were in Belgium preparing for what was to become the Second Battle of Ypres. The soldiers were now clothed in khaki and had new weapons and transport. Many nights were spent under the stars digging out trenches and building dug outs.
First Glimpse of Ypres, by Lieutenant Cyril Henry Barraud, Beaverbrook Collection of War Art
Extracts from the War Diaries "April 1st- resting 2nd- Church parade 10am. Battalion left RAVETSBERGH at 3pm for billet at BOESCHEPE 6th- Bathing parade. Drill & musketry under OC Coys 8th- Bayonet exercise and company drill. Short route marches. 9th- Left for Ypres. Billeted in school. Remainder of day spent cleaning up billets which were very dirty. 11th- No Sunday Service 12th- Battalion moved for trench duties 13th Trench duties. Heavy shelling throughout the day. Great shortage of sandbags. Parapitrs unhealthy. Require strengthening"

After resting the 1/5th were sent forward to the trenches at Ypres and by the 12th April the second battalion was holding a long front line in Polygon Wood, at the apex of the Salient. On 13th April the 1/5th was subjected to heavy shelling. It would seem that Frank was sent to a place south east of Ypres, to front line trenches. From his position he would have been able to see the enemy lines.


He was killed on 17th April, 1915, 'against Hill 60', which is situated south of Zonnebeke. He was hit in the head by an expanding bullet, and remained unconscious for about one hour before dying. The War Diaries show that only one soldier was killed on this day. Could this have been Frank? The records show that his age was nineteen, but he was only eighteen.

Francis Langdon Bell Holding, 1896 - 1915
Lest We Forget
It is clearly stated in letters (see transcripts below) that Frank was buried in Zonnebeke Wood, in a cemetery, according to the other letter. Locating the position has proved difficult. Certainly, soldiers were buried in cemeteries at this time, but I have found no reference so far to one at Zonnebeke. Also, the term cemetery could have been a polite term for a mass grave. I was assured, when I visited Zonnebeke, that there is no Zonnebeke Wood, however, a few minutes drive from the town is Polygon Wood. Here is a large War Graves Commission Cemetery, but the soldiers buried here were mainly Australians and New Zealanders who fell in a later battle. However, I feel that this is the most likely site and unless further information comes to light, I will assume that Frank's last resting place is somewhere in this area. Within a few weeks this area had fallen behind enemy lines, hence his body was never recovered, nor his grave marked."

In the following days Allied troops in another part of the front line were gassed. Chaos ensued, and of course the German troops took advantage with a push forward. This map from Warfare History Network shows how much land was lost between April 17th, when Frank died, and later in May. The woods at Zonnebeke are easily spotted on the centre right of the map, between the initial front line, and the final position.
Cousin Liz found letters sent to Frank's mother, Sarah Anne, and father, Kenyon Holding, amongst Sarah Anne's papers. They give a wonderful sense of Frank's character, the way the letter authors write about him, as well as reflects the sense in Britain at the time, that the war would be short lived. I also wonder at what the content would have been, in Sarah Anne's letters which we cannot see. I imagine her immense sense of loss, compounded by the reality of Frank's missing body, and place at which to grieve. To Kenyon Holding, 10 Gage Street, Lancaster 5th King's Own RLR 19th April 1915 Dear Mr Holding, You will have already head from Cat Carter of the sad death of your son Frank. He was a splendid lad in every way and was an excellent soldier and it is very hard to be deprived of such fine young fellows. He was in my company and I saw a good deal of him. He was always cheerful and knew no fear and was a splendid spirit among the men. I was with him from the time he was wounded until his death and he passed away quite peacefully and ......... of any pain. He is buried with the other boys in a small cemetery in a wood near here. I am extremely sorry and offer you and your wife my sincere sympathy in you great trouble. You will probably remember me at WE? Clarks Partners Yours sincerely, Robert Gardner 5th September 1915, Sunday To ... F Burke Yours to hand this morning and I must say that I am pleased to receive a letter from a friend of poor Frank, as I knew him well, but I am afraid that it is not possible for you to visit his grave as he was buried in Zonnebeke woods, before the retirement of May 2nd, so that at present at least, to the best of my knowledge, his grave is behind the German firing line. I was near him when he was killed and I can assure you that he knew no pain as he was hit in the head by an expanding bullet..... only lived about an hour without regaining consciousness. Trusting this will meet your inquiries. Yours truly, J Rydeane (?) Expanding bullets, also known as 'dum dum' bullets were outlawed by the Hague Conventions of 1899 and 1907, but both the German and Allies claimed that the other side were using them on the field of battle. Often a claim of the opposition using expanding bullets was in part, propaganda. It's possible that Frank was killed by an expanding bullet to his head, but probably more likely it was a regular bullet, especially since he continued to live for a while, albeit in an unconscious state. In all honesty, it doesn't matter what kind of bullet killed him. Frank died, at an age when he shouldn't have even been overseas, in an awful, bloody battle where 59,000 British soldiers were either wounded, captured, or killed. 23rd September 1915 Private F Burke, 1824 No 2 Signal Sect RE, 146th Inf Bde Hqs, BEF Dear Mrs Holding,
Many thanks for your parcel of Good Stuff. I enjoyed them and sat down after Earing to a Good Cigarette, I am sending you a photo of a Few of our lads; I don't know if you will be able to pick me out; but I am in the back line (with a hood on) Well I am pleased to say that I am alright and in good health but am sorry our rest is over. I have had a letter from home to say that Annie is going on alright, but that she is still in the Infirmary. I did not know you had Germans as prisoners in your town, ugly lot of Brutes arnt they. How us Dick going on. Tell him I send my best regards. I don't know when this lot will be over, but I don't think it will last another twleve months. The German soldier is about beat. Whereas up to two or three months back they had everything their own way, but they don't do it now. However when it does finish there will be only one winning side. I have not much more to say this time so will conclude with many thanks for the parcel and hoping you are in good health. from yours sincerely, Frank

Our 'Little Contemptibles', 1914, by William Barnes Woollen

Richard joined the army just over a year later, in July of 1916. He may have been conscripted, since conscription began in January of the same year. Prior to his joining the army he had been working as a window cleaner. He had also continued in his family's musical tradition, perhaps influenced by his Uncle Frank Bell, and his talented cousins, who made up the Trois Cloches ensemble. Our Dick was window cleaner by day, and pianist and conductor at the Lancaster Hippodrome by night! Not only was Dick hard working, and musically talented, but he was also spiritual. He was an attender of the adult class at the Friend's Meeting House of Lancaster.


Lancaster has a long history with The Religious Society of Friends, or Quaker-ism. The founder of the Quaker movement, George Fox, began his ministry in the north west of England in 1652. Before the year was out he had caused such a fuss within the religious community, that he was brought before the court at Lancaster Castle, under a charge of blasphemy. A Friends' Meeting House was built in Lancaster in 1677. It was rebuilt on the same site, in 1708, and remains there to this day. One of the tenets of the Quaker religion is an opposition to war, and World War I was no different. Generally Quakers resisted conscription, and chose to register as conscientious objectors, but many other young male 'Friends' chose to join up in an effort to end the war quickly. Its possible that Richard was one of the latter.

The Lancaster Friends' Meeting House

Richard signed his papers in July 1916, at the age of 21, and after 5 months of training in the UK he went with his battalion, 1/5th King's Own, to France. By the 27th Aril he was wounded, and sent home to England to recover. He spent time at a hospital in Halifax, for treatment and recovery, and enjoyed some light duties in Prescot, Lancashire for a few weeks, before being sent back to France in August 1917. It was to be his last journey across the English Channel.

There was immense pressure for young men to attest, and sign up, even after the Military Service Act of January 1916, that brought in conscription.  .

Richard and the rest of the 1/5th were sent to participate in what was to become The Battle of Cambrai. The town of Cambrai in the north of France, and close to the border with Belgium, was an important supply centre for the German 'Hindenburg' line. Capturing Cambrai would be crucial to cutting off that supply to the enemy. The success of Cambrai would come to be credited to the role of tanks, as well as a new way of infantry, aircraft, artillery, and calvary working together. The first day of success in this battle caused bells to be rung in churches all across Britain. But as in most battles, the success was short lived, and was returned by the enemy by a fiercer attack which started on the 20th November, through the 30th November, and ended on the 7th December. Liz will tell the rest of Dick's story....


On 14th September, after six weeks rest the 1/5th went straight to the line, moving forward over difficult ground. By the early hours they were in position; the 1/4th was in front on the right of the division, and the 1/5th was behind in the trenches that had been held so long in an earlier battle. The 1/5th did not move from the assembly position until 7am and sustained few casualties. During the next few days the 1/5th pushed out patrols and established posts in shell holes. Four officers and 127 other ranks were lost, 67 were wounded, and six were missing. Some ground was taken. By 1st November the Battalion was camped at Villiers Guislain, and was manning the trenches there. Most days they were shelled. Both British and German aeroplanes were observed in the area. A British 'plane was shot down. There was a gradual build up of hostilities, and by 20th November the action began to accelerate. 30th November 1917 was the thirty ninth day in the trenches for the soldiers, and to give them some comfort, they were allowed to take off their boots the night before, unless they were on guard duty. The 1/5th was in support.


This, the day of Richard's death, started early for the soldiers, and by 7am they were experiencing heavy counter bombardment by the enemy. At 7:15am the Battalion was sent an urgent message from Brigade to 'stand to' (meaning be ready, with arms, for action). The shelling subsided but at 8:30am the enemy were spotted and the Commanding Officer stated that the enemy had passed through the front line and were coming over Villier's Ridge. At 9am several hundred enemy were seen appearing over the ridge to the right of Villiers Guislain, and proceeded to dig in. Rapid fire was opened on them with rifles and Lewis guns, with 'good effect'. Some ground was lost and the fighting continued. The Battalion was reinforced. By 4pm the enemy had gained more ground and British posts were surrounded. The situation remained 'obscure' until 10pm when it was reported that the garrison at Meath Post had been forced to withdraw. "A message was sent by runners and 4 men from D Coy instructing Capt Bennett to cut his way out, unfortunately these men ran into the enemy and 4 were wounded by bombs." Is this when Dick died? Sarah Anne, Dick's mother, always said that he died whilst trying to deliver a message through enemy lines. I cannot describe my feelings when I read this final sentence in the War Diaries for 30th November. Prickles went up and down my spine. Was Dick one of the soldiers referred to in the Diary? I would like to think so, and would also like to think that his final brave action was recorded in this way for me to read eighty two years later.

Richard Holding, 1894 - 1917
Lest We Forget
Richard's body was, like his brother's, never found; lost amidst the chaos of war and ever changing front lines.

Neither Frank, nor Richard's final resting place are known, but they are remembered. Frank's name appears on the Menin Memorial at Ieper (formerly known as Ypres). This memorial is close to the centre of the town centre and is in the form of an arch which crosses the Menin Road. Even today, over 100 years after Frank's death, the road is closed every day at 8pm, when the Last Post is sounded. On the archway there are many panels, each filled with the many names of the fallen and lost. Frank's name can be found on a panel here; just one name of 54,000 in total.

The Menin Gate was unveiled on 24th July 1927.

Richard is remembered at the Cambrai Memorial, which is in Louerval, a small village near Cambrai, France. The memorial itself sits within the Louerval Military Cemetery and takes the shape of a semi-circular wall, where the names of the fallen can be found. The Cambrai Memorial was unveiled on the 4th August 1930, and includes 7048 names in total.

TO THE GLORY OF GOD AND TO THE ENDURING MEMORY OF 7048 OFFICERS AND MEN OF THE FORCES OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE WHO FELL AT THE BATTLE OF CAMBRAI BETWEEN THE 20TH NOVEMBER AND THE 3RD DECEMBER 1917, WHOSE NAMES ARE HERE RECORDED BUT TO WHOM THE FORTUNES OF WAR DENIED THE KNOWN AND HONOURED BURIAL GIVEN TO THEIR COMRADES IN DEATH.

Lest we forget.

#Holding

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