Primrose League Member


Poor old blog.  It's been completely ignored for a couple of months now.  This, of course, is a reflection of the fact that I haven't done any work on family research in this time.

I was just sitting here at my desk and looking at the pin my mother gave me a few weeks ago, and I suddenly thought I'd blow the metaphorical dust off the blog and add another page today.


Apparently, my great-aunt belonged to the Primrose League, which (so the story goes) was a sort of health and social club for young women.  I have been looking it up, and it is actually a Conservative Party association, founded in honor of Benjamin Disraeli in 1883.   If you knew my fabulously ebullient great aunt, it would seem quite odd that she would be marching about in her leisure time espousing imperialistic ideas and Conservative Party principals.  But we have all done things in our youth that we would never consider doing as an adult.

Tra-laaaa...

This is more likely to be something we'd imagine her doing.









Somerset Greeds


                                      image credit: http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/caring/listing/heritage-centenary/landmark-listings/stmichaels-church-tower


Someone has done a lot of work for us on the Greed family side, but the email address I have for this person no longer works, so I cannot get in touch to connect and get his blessing to add all his research to our family blog site.  Nevertheless, I have added it to the 'Greed page', believing that anyone doing family research and posting it in the public domain is obviously quite happy to share.   Many thanks to Frank Greaves, wherever he is now.

This gives us a direct line of Greeds in Taunton and surrounds reaching all the way back to the late 17th century, so far.  It appears that Mr. Greaves has not updated the site since 2008, so there may be more information yet to glean before reaching the end of this branch of the family.  There are still all the  families of our female ancestors who married into the Greeds to find out about too.  I have managed to trace some of the earlier families myself already, and will continue to work on that in months to come.

Here is Frank Greaves family tree site: http://familytreemaker.genealogy.com/users/g/r/e/Francis--A-Greaves/index.html

Bill Adams' Account of Galipoli, Transcribed





                                                Saturday April 24th  -
                                                Sunday June 6th, 1915

Lemnos Island                                                        

                  

At last we have orders to move.  "Hurray!"  All transports move at 11 pm. No lights to be shown, all hands below, our escort consists of about six warships and four torpedo boats.  Reveille at 2.30 am.  Needless to say, there is very little attempt to sleep.  Rations have been issued for three days, and we have strict orders regarding water, one water bottle to last the whole time. 4.am 25th.  Dawn is slowly breaking, we are opposite our landing place, and the guns of the fleet are beginning to speak, all the boys are now on deck enjoying the sight, and "my word" its a grand one.  The "Queen Elizabeth" laying well out in the "Bay" starts sending her 15th shots on to Gaba Tepe Forts, soon silencing the large fort, but there are several guns in positions that the navy are unable to reach these, apparently are placed well back in the gullies.  Not so large as "Christchurch Head", and the guns mentioned are able to enfilade the whole beach and landing place, at the same time, guns from about 2 miles back inland are sending large quantities of shrapnel over he Bay. Our first intended landing place was a low-lying sandy beach, but it was found to be one mass of barbed wire entanglements, both on shore and in the water, so plans had to be suddenly altered.  The position we had to take was cliffs similar to those at B'th. [Bournemouth] only about 6 to 800 ft high,and one mass of scrub, the gullies having running springs, and mud up to the knees; these gullies were soon found to be death traps, the enemy having the ranges to a yard, and simply poured shrapnel down them.


(page 2)

Well, at about 4. am the 3rd Brigade landed, our Bgde, the 2nd, having to follow, no sooner had the 3rd got in the boats, than they were met by fire from Turks, hiding in the scrub, without waiting for any orders they fixed bayonets, and jumping from he boats, waist-high in water, they charged as one man, practically taking the hills in a few moments, excepting for a number of snipers concealed in the bushes.  During this time we were interested spectators o the transports, every available position on deck being occupied, in spite of fire, and a great sight it was, about a dozen boats of the fleet, firing at once, and being answered from the shore (for a time at least).  At last our time came to disembark, no one seemed the least bit excited.  Strict orders were to have all equipment loosened, no straps to be done up, rifles not to be slung, in case anything happened to the boat in deep water, - only one mishap occurred like that, no one lost, - of course a large number were hit by shots etc.  Our boat got ashore safely, we then formed  up as well as we could, and started for the top, plenty of fire meeting us, (we were very glad to dump our packs) from the top edge of the cliffs, was a sloping ridge (upwards) the enemy holding this ridge now, our work was to clear them  off.  Some distance in the rear were several high positions from them the enemy met us with shrapnel and machine - gun fire, our advance being under a perfect hail of shot.  We gained the ridge - digging in with the small entrenching tool was no joke, bullets from every direction spitting all around us, - twice we were driven back, and somewhere late in the afternoon we succeeded in holding it, needless to say our losses were terrible; the question was, could we hold it until our artillery arrived?  which could not possibly be for two days at least.  We were digging all night,

(page 3)

under fire, and a sorry looking lot we were, tired wasn't the name for it, could hardly stand up.  (We had been for three weeks, cramped on a small boat, so were pretty [?off]  Our clothes were torn, almost rags, mud from head to foot, and puttees (leggings) in a lot of cases were lost, or else just hanging down over our boots, anyhow we held the
position, (and I fancy it would puzzle any army to shift us now) and we now have a good number of machine guns & Howitzers etc, in good positions.  Our work now is to simply hold the position, while the other flanks work around.  The trenches now are safe as houses, good support & communication trenches, plenty of sand-bags and look-holes, we also have the periscopes and a local invention by one of the Aust. a rifle & periscope combined, fire  without showing oneself.  Of course, although our position is very secure, we get plenty of attacks, and also make a good number. The first week, every night they would come, about midnight and would since or chant "Allah! Allah!"  We gave them "Allah" just about as fast as we could pump our rifles, they did not stay long, and the next night they would try (?bugles), sounding our calls, but we are not using bugles at all.  They have a great number of German officers with them.  This sort of fighting went on for about two weeks; then our Brigade was ordered to Cape Helles & Badi Bahr another point, where great numbers of French & British also Indians were, and we traveled on small transports.  Strange to say, ours was an old Jersey boat, G.W.R. "Reindeer" only painted grey now, with the name still on it, one of the stewards told it was the one.   Our C.G. told us we were going there as a compliment to us, later on we didn't think so. At this place were all manner of troops: Senegalese,


(page 4)

Zouaves and a lot of French, all kinds of Indians.  After two days rest, we went forward, and it was almost  like the Sunday again.  The Aust Corp had to  go to a position directly in front of the firing line, about 600 yds, and we did it in broad daylight; it's very cheerful racing  cross open country with machine-guns playing on you and then you have the painful duty of digging in.  No wonder the other  troops call  us mad; amongst the "Tommies" we have the name of "White Ghurkas" This movement could have been done at nightfall, without much loss, at least, we think so.  It's alright getting fancy names, but we'd rather be without them, thanks, especially when you see mates, dropping all around you.  We stayed at Cape Helles about ten days, and then back again to our old position, to re-organise; the 5th mustering about 170 out of about 1100, the 6th had only one officer left, so it was time we moved; for a time we were in reserve, fairly easy, except that they had a  nasty habit of putting all spare men on road-making, and our neighbours will keep on sending shrapnel along.  On May 24th, Empire Day, the Turks were granted one eight hours' armistice, to bury their dead, thousands had been lying, just in front for a month, and things were getting rather high; each side sending out parties, several of us
went out, and had a look, I saw a lot of 5th men just by the badge.  I'll close up, the sight was simply awful.  Taking it on the whole, things since have been very quiet, of course it doesn't do to put ones head above the trench, nor to wander about much in support.  The cliffs are very much like B'th. [Bournemouth]with lots of chines, these chines are one mass of caves where we live, just a hole big enough for two, it's great fun

(page 5)

when the shrapnel starts to see (the) everyone dive in head first like a lot of rabbits, after a while you will see a head poke out, "is it all over?"
then the rest will come out and perhaps finish their cooking.  Almost  every day someone doesn't get in quick enough, so perhaps he goes on the hospital ship.  Well I fancy I've told you everything and the next puzzle is to get this past the "Censor".  I must scheme it somehow.  At present I am on a very decent wicket, have a large party of men "sapping" from our firing-line towards the Turks, underground of course, so there  will be trouble presently, when we blow it up.










Firsthand Account: Gallipoli, 1915



Oh...my...God.

I cannot believe what I have just found when going through (my admittedly meager amount of) family documents this afternoon.  No less than a photocopy of Bill Adam's four and a half page letter home recounting his experience of the invasion of Gallipoli.  It is written afterwards on Lemnos Island, dated Saturday April 24 - Sunday June 6th, 1915.   Bill (William Pitt Adams), was my great-grandmother's younger brother, and as she was the only girl, and the eldest, the boys all had a particular affection for her.  Thank goodness she kept all the postcards and letters from them over the years, and thank goodness my grandmother then kept them after her.  I weep to think what has been thrown away when attics and houses were cleared by people who look upon old letters as rubbish.

Back to today's treasure though:  Bill Adams, fighting with the Australian Forces, was there on the 25th of April landing at what later came to be known as Anzac Cove.  Gallipoli is now regarded as one of the greatest tragedies of  modern armed conflict, and equally, a symbol of the stupidity of war.  And here was this young man from Bournemouth, about to step into the mouth of hell, comparing his first sight of the cliffs of the Turkish coast with those of his lovely seaside home town.  He survived, and this letter somehow got past the"Censor", and a copy of it survives one hundred years later. *

I don't know who made the copy of it I now have, or where the original is, but they enlarged it onto paper that does not fit my scanner (longer than 14 inches), so I will take it to work sometime and make a better copy for the blog to replace this one.

[*May 1 - heard from Cousin C. in Australia that she has the original copy (Bill was her grandfather), and that the letter came home with him: it was never posted.  End of that mystery, and a perfect one too.]













We Are Not Amused


Ahem...

The first picture of the crocuses (below) was taken two days ago; the second one (beneath it) was taken this morning.  Never mind what I was saying in yesterday's posting about winter being a done deal for this year.  I am not going to say one more word about it until the end of June, just in case we are snowshoeing to the beach until then.



Of course, the snow is almost all gone again as I write late this afternoon, but what a horror to wake up to.  I'd already cheerfully stored away all the snow shovels and sidewalk salt in the basement for the season.  At least the snow brush was still in the rear storage (the dogs' compartment) of the car, so I didn't have to come back inside for that this morning.  Mutter, mutter, mutter...

When I stopped in to see Mum and Dad today, Mum had found a few more photos and old family documents for me.  There is a number of military related items from WWI, and as it is the 100th anniversary of the beginning of the war this August, I thought I would get that stuff scanned and sorted out for a special blog page to commemorate our family members who fought in the war.   I expect there will be some things that will be of interest to the BBC and British Library projects as well, so I will send copies to them too.

In the mean time, here's another picture of Gangan and Gramfie that I hadn't seen before today (aka Alice and Frank Greed).  I didn't get to meet either of them as Frank died in 1953 and Alice in early 1964, but they are legendary in the family.  One thing that was repeated to me many, many times was : "You would have loved Gangan".  Well, I certainly love their faces; you can tell they were a couple of characters.



Didn't It Rain

This beauty and its mate have been hanging around in the garden this morning, looking a little soggy and forlorn.   O, I love crows.


Continuing with the recent theme (this has turned into a bit of a Weather Blog, I notice), the unremitting hell that is the Canadian winter is well and truly finished, and now we are having days of cold rain.  You will not hear me complaining about THAT though.  Except for the muddy dog paw marks on the kitchen floor when the hounds come in from the garden, even after I get them to wipe their paws on the mat  (i.e. going around in circles until the worst of the mud is off - I am sure that they have no idea why it is that on certain days they must perform this ritual, but they are ever willing to indulge me).

Today's job is to get some of the Greed family information posted on their page.  I'd created the page last year, and only just noticed that I haven't put a single name onto it yet.



Crocus Pocus


At last.  Thank God, it's spring at last.  What an eternal winter, confounded at the end of March by a couple of massive storms that set everything back a few weeks.  In the last two or three days I have been shoveling off mountains of snow from the places in the garden where I know there to be spring flowers.  And this morning when I went out to check on the progress of melt, I spotted these dear little crocuses poking their way out of the snow.  Clearly, it is more the light coming through the snow that signals their growth than warmth, because these were still under a foot of compacted snow when I uncovered them today.


Anyway, what news of family research you wonder?  Not a lot yet, but hopefully very soon, I will have lots more to add to the Meadows and Waller stories.  My maternal grandfather's last living sibling has got copies of the Lily/Lionel wedding pictures safely in her hands back in England now and will be helping us out with whatever pertinent family information she can remember.   Little could Lily  and Lionel have imagined on their wedding day in 1904 that their wedding photograph would be going back and forth across the Atlantic Ocean 110 years later with people trying to figure out who everyone in it is, and very interested in their lives.


[Later.]
And this is the same view of the crocuses at 4:30 this afternoon.  I have spent the afternoon digging drainage canals and sitting in the sun reading P.D. James.  Ahhh... not a bad day off.  There has been about a liter of water per minute going out under the gate and down the driveway.  So long, farewell, auf Weidersein, adieu!

Seriously?


The general sentiment of the population of Atlantic Canada today:


I took this picture outside the entrance to the Emergency Department today.  I had to go outside into the freezing rain from the clinic to our office in the next building, because a fire alarm went off just as we were finishing for the day.  Quick thinking and a dash for the door saved being stuck there until the all-clear.  You are not allowed to move around in the hallways in the hospital during a fire alarm, so can get trapped for ages  in places you don't wish to be.

Another bleeping ice storm.  When I got in from work, there was no power in the house.  In the seven years I've lived here, it has never gone out during a storm, so I was in a complete state of disbelief when it happened - and then persisted into the small hours of the morning, as it turned out.  By the time we went to bed, it was getting rather chilly, and the novelty factor had long worn off.  Where, O where, is spring?   <sniff>


Another Portland Storm Image


Look at this spectacular photograph I found on the BBC website.  This is the Cove House Inn in Chiswell in the foreground.  Apparently, the waves sent water crashing through the upstairs windows for two hours.  The downstairs windows had shutters.



Photo credit: Richard Broome, http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-26150788

Storm Chesil Beach, 5 February 2014


Check this out.  A.R. posted this video on Facebook for us to see what Chesil Beach looked like in the storm this week.  Incredible.  I noticed that the man who took the film from Portland, Stuart Morris, is the one who has written a few books about the Isle of Portland that I have yet to get my hands on.  It would be nice to meet him one day.








Stanley-Ethel Wedding Picture Deconstructed


Here is the same breakdown (lots more people this time) for Stanley's and Ethel's wedding photo.  I will fill in the names as I go.


Note:
Another "page break" for this posting - click on Read More (directly below) to see the rest of this.

Lily-Lionel Wedding Photograph Deconstructed



I've taken Lily's and Lionel's wedding picture and given each of the 19 people a number, so that we can eventually figure out with some degree of certainty, who each person is.  I'll put this onto the "Meadows" page as well, so as time goes on and this posting is pushed way down the blog and infrequently viewed, we will easily be able to see the progress on the Meadows page.   Then, I will do the same thing with Stanley's wedding photograph later.

It's thought that these are all Meadows family members in this picture, and that Lionel Waller was estranged from his family for some unknown reason.  Once again, we wish that someone had written down all the stories that my maternal grandmother used to tell, because no one now knows any more about the history.    There is one sister of my grandfather still alive in England (Lily's & Lionel's youngest daughter|),so there is still a chance that we will find out a bit more.

Note:
In order to stop this post going on and on from the 'home' page, because it's very long, I have inserted a new trick: a "page break" and you must click on Read More (directly below) to see the rest of this posting.

Lily, or Another Sister?


The young woman in the left picture is most likely one of Lily's sister in her wedding party.  And the woman on the left could be the same sister in 1914 or (I think), it is Lily.  Her husband, Lionel Waller, would have been back in uniform in late 1914, as Britain was at war, so that explains why he is not in the picture.  I shall ask Cousin Joy what the date of the wedding was.

  


Lily's and Stanley's Sisters?


Are these two the same person?

  
 


And these two?

  


Sara Meadows?


This lady gets her own posting, because she was not in the 1904 photo, but is standing next to Frederick Martin Meadows in the 1914 photo.  There is such an overwhelming resemblance to a couple of my immediate family members, that I think she has to be Sara Plowman Meadows, Lily's mother.  She lived until 1919, so where was she in 1904 ? 



Frederick Martin Meadows


This fellow is quite clearly the same person, and given his prominence in both wedding photos, we can safely assume that he is the father of Lily Maud and Stanley Arthur Meadows - Frederick Martin Meadows.

  


One of the Grandmothers?


All right.  I will do this one person at a time so that there is a separate posting to refer to for anyone wishing to comment, either in agreement or disagreement, or, hopefully one day, someone coming across this who knows with certainty who is who.   I always live in hope.

The pictures on the left will be from the 1904 wedding of Lily Maud Meadows and Lionel Percy Waller, and the pictures on the right will be from the 1914 wedding of Stanley Arthur Meadows and Ethel (surname to come).

I think these two characters might be one and the same.  And probably one of the grandmothers?  I haven't got dates of death for either of them, but Sarah (Payne) Quinton is the more likely candidate as she would have been 73 and 83 when the photographs were taken, and Mary Ann Meadows would have been 86 and 96.




Stanley and Ethel Meadows


Here is the first of the information on the Meadows' family from cousin Joy.

Her grandfather, Stanley Arthur Meadows, who was born in 1889, married Ethel (will get last name) in 1914.  Here is their wedding photograph.  It appears very much to be taken in the same spot as his older sister Lily's wedding picture.  Joy thinks it is either the sloping garden behind the family house at 239 Cavendish St. in Ipswich, or possibly the parkland that used to be opposite before houses were built on it.


Stanley and Ethel only had one child ten years later, a son, who is Joy's father.  Ethel died in childbirth, and this son was brought up by some of his aunts and uncles who all lived together in Cavendish St.  From the sounds of things, they were a rather lovely family, and Mum and A.R. remember them all very well too.

Here's Lily's and Lionel's wedding picture again (below).  My next project is to match the faces that are in both of the photographs and see what I (we) can work out.




Weather... feh.



After hearing about the weather in the U.K. on the last CBC radio news report, I went to the BBC website to see how the Dorset relations were faring.  Here was the first thing I read: There are currently nine severe flood warnings - meaning "danger to life" - for Gloucestershire, Dorset and Wales.

The other main news stories on the BBC World News were all to do with the snow storm battering the North East U.S. and slowly descending upon us in Atlantic Canada.  The video clip from Ohio informed me that our Ohio relations are up to their ears in vile weather.

Then I saw this, and found out about how our Aussie cousins are doing in direct comparison to Canada this week -  they're experiencing an extreme heat wave: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-25590234

Short of  hurricanes in Hampshire and Hereford, or an unanticipated tsunami washing away my brother on Vancouver Island before the end of the day, there is not much left in the meteorological department that is not being unloaded upon members of my family today.  Yes - I know tsunamis are not weather-related, but you know what I mean.

And now, it's time for another hot cup of tea at my end.   Good luck one and all!






Long Overdue Meadows Update


Last July, I had a wonderful surprise in the form of contact through the blog from a relative on the Meadows side of the family (and I really should take the time to figure out all this third-cousin-twice-removed business, but even if I did, I am not sure how many family members reading this would know what I'm talking about). Simplifying medical jargon all day for people, I learned long ago that it's much better to use language we all clearly understand and to forgo terminological exactitude on occasion.

Therefore, let me introduce you at last to Cousin Joy, who is the granddaughter of my great-grandmother's brother.   Looking at the Meadows page, you will see that Lily Maud Meadows (Granddad Waller's mother) had a younger brother named Stanley Arthur Meadows.  He's the chap.  It is his granddaughter, Joy, who contacted me and not only gave me all sorts of new information on the family, but also sent an old photograph of her grandparents' wedding in 1914 with many matching faces to Lily's and Lionel's wedding picture of 1904.

More on this in the next posts.  It is another horrible day outside the igloo, so I will be staying indoors again and working on the blog.  And counting the days until spring.

Here are some other pictures I have of Lily and her younger sister Nell (Ellen).  They were taken at Lily's and Lionel's 50th wedding anniversary celebration, which would have been Christmas Eve, 1954.   None of the other Meadows siblings were in the few photographs I have.  Sorry about the grainy quality, but I had to enlarge them quite a bit.

Nell & Lily

Auntie Nell
Lily & Lionel




New Year's Day


Happy New Year to all the far-flung, extended family.


It's a bitterly cold day outside my igloo, so the quest for a Snowy Owl is on hold for a bit longer.   This year's New Year's Day bird count is solely for the insane and the cryo-impervious.   I have been told of a place nearby where a Snowy has been seen for the past three nights, so I will head up there later, in the warmth of my car, to check that out.

When I let the dogs out for a very brief time earlier, I decided to try taking pictures of the ice that's still coating the trees through a #14 welder's glass (the kind recommended for solar viewing, if you are a complete geek and not only know these things, but have gone out and bought the goggles and the correct glass insert).  The result is pretty neat.  Here's a the same tree photographed without and with the welder's glass held in front of the lens.