Thursday, April 25, 2013

Newspaper Cuttings.........Sepia Saturday 174.......


This week's theme:
Are Dutch papers ripe for cuttings??
Sepia Saturday provides bloggers with an opportunity to share their history through the medium of photographs. Historical photographs of any age or kind become the launchpad for explorations of family history, local history and social history in fact or fiction, poetry or prose, words or further images. Click here to learn more.


Never assume what you read is true........

"Dancing on the moon" !!  ??.....

I am most encouraged that some of these Dutchmen saw through the falsehood of the moon landing reports and binned their newspaper. Had Youtube been around in 1969 they could have been quite sure.





Now....down to more serious matters....

The theme this week gave me a chance to open something I have wanted to explore for a long time. It is a Newspaper Cuttings book that was from my maternal grandfather William Barnes. The cuttings in in would have been absolutely fascinating a few years ago before the internet enabled us to research anything we choose, at any time of any day.


Unfortunately the "scrapper" made the fatal mistake of taking cuttings and not including or
 writing the name of the paper and the date. My father told me this mistake as a child, 
and it always irritates me when I find a cutting without that most vital reference.
(Own collection)


A rather dull start........

Strangely the first cutting in the book is this apparently rather mundane obituary article which must have been from a 1906 newspaper:

A "Bird Lover"???.... Seriously?? ......In actual fact Harrison Weir is quite an interesting person, I now know thanks only to Wikipedia. Ironically he organized the first cat show in England, at The Crystal Palace, London, in July 1871, and was a well known Victorian illustrator, author and animal fancier.

Harrison Weir
Not what you imagine a cat fancier to look like.
(Courtesy Wikipedia)


His death on January 3 1906 gives me a great starting clue. I am going to guess that this album was a Christmas gift at Christmas 1905, and by early January the donee was desperate to make the first pasting, and knowing of Weir decided to cut that out for page 1.



And then the album was put away for years....................until newspapers started to get interesting !!

Here are just a very few extracts...........

You may think this was a massive story in the papers the next day April 16, 1912, but you would be wrong, it got only 1 column, on page 9 of The Times !!  See below..
(Courtesy Times Digital Archive)

............and I know you thought that bit about the band came from the film...............

"Oh I say Jeeves....We must be British !!"




Another sinking...not so celebrated. RMS Empress of Ireland was an ocean liner that sank in the Saint Lawrence River following a collision with a Norwegian collier in the early hours of 29 May 1914. Of the 1,477 persons on board the ship, the accident claimed the lives of 1,012 (840 passengers, 172 crew). The number of deaths is the largest of any Canadian maritime accident in peacetime.



The start of the Great War

August 1914

It is interesting that as the war started it was already called "The Great War"

The Times, May 8, 1915, the report of the sinking of the Lusitania 




Early reports of gas attacks on the Western Front

Hill 60 was a low rise on the southern flank of the Ypres Salient. It was eventually taken by the Germans following a series of gas attacks between 1 and 5 May 1915. The result was devastating; most of the front-line trenches were overrun when the forward companies were almost wiped out. The 1st Battalion, Devonshire Regiment lost over 300 men to the initial gas cloud alone, only two officers and 70 men coming out of the fighting. (Source Wikipedia)

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Anzac Day April 25th



In memory the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who fought at Gallipoli in the Ottoman Empire during from April 25th 1915, and all Australians and New Zealanders who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations.


The first Times report of the Gallipoli landings.
(Courtesy Times Digital Archive)



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June 1916. Lord Kitchener is lost at sea. At the start of the First World War, Lord Kitchener became Secretary of State for War. He is well known for his commanding image, appearing on recruiting posters demanding "Your country needs you!"



Irish Prisoners

The Times. Thursday May 4, 1916

The album cutting below came from my maternal side, but particularly interested me because of ephemera from my paternal side of the family. It is the report of Irish prisoners from the Easter Uprising of 1916 being sent to England, and my great grandfather was clearly most interested in this happening as he made up three full pages of articles.

The Times. Thursday May 4, 1916



The Sherwood Foresters at the Easter Uprising

The Sherwood Foresters (Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire Regiment) were of course the local regiment in Derby, and in 1914-18 I had three ancestors in this regiment, Charles Sydney Smith (later Machine Gun Corps), his brother Frank Woolley Smith (later Royal Flying Corps, later The Assam Valley Light Horse), and Harry Aspdin Hewitt. The latter two both served in the 2/8th Battalion. On Easter Monday (April 24th) 1916 the 2/8th received orders to be ready to move to an unknown destination, and at 8.30 am on the 25th they entrained for, as they discovered, Dublin. 

The war diary of the 2/8th goes into detail of their fighting with the rebels in Dublin, which was immediate, they were in pitch battle with the rebels the very day they arrived, April 26th.

Harry Aspdin Hewitt was later awarded a Military Cross, the citation being ...."For conspicuous gallantry and devotion to duty in Dublin on 26th April 1916, when attacking Clanwilliam House. Realising that they were running short of bombs [he] recrossed the Grand Canal Street Bridge, and succeeded in obtaining a bucketful. On his return with the bombs the lower rooms and staircase which was barricaded was bombed, and ascended with some difficulty, the remaining rebels were shot''

Clanwilliam House, Dublin, the remains after April 26th 1916
(from uncredited internet source)


Frank Woolley Smith was, at some point despatched to England in charge of a party of Irish prisoners, and it is this connection with the cutting, which reports these prisoners brought to England. Frank's daughter has a most interesting original document, a copy of which I show below, the receipt for his prisoners at Stafford Gaol.


Lt Woolley Smith's receipt for 203 Irish prisoners. May 9th, 1916
(JS. Jersey. Collection)


Frank Smith probably came to Derby after Stafford, and would have recounted his stories of Dublin to his mother and sisters, and my grandmother. The souvenir for my grandmother was this  Irish Volunteers lapel badge below, I assume he relieved it from one of his prisoners.

The Irish Volunteers was a military organisation established in 1913 by Irish nationalists, its declared primary aim was "to secure and maintain the rights and liberties common to the whole people of Ireland". Irish Volunteers fought for Irish independence in 1916's Easter Rising, and were joined by the Irish Citizen Army, Cumann na mBan and Fianna Éireann to form the Irish Republican Army.
(Own collection)


Frank Woolley Smith, as a Sherwood Forester
(Own collection)

....and later as Royal Flying Corps.
(Own collection)

Harry Aspdin Hewitt, Sherwood Forester.
(Own collection)





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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Turkey or Roo? Its up to you !...Sepia Saturday 173




This weeks theme: Christmas or Thanksgiving?
Sepia Saturday provides bloggers with an opportunity to share their history through the medium of photographs. Historical photographs of any age or kind become the launchpad for explorations of family history, local history and social history in fact or fiction, poetry or prose, words or further images. Click here to learn more.

STOP PRESS (April 14th)

A late apology........

On February 16, if you remember, I told you that the Jet Stream would dictate when I could show you the contents of the box in my outside loo. Well it was not until April 14 that the Jet Stream finally shifted and allowed some warm westerly winds that are supposed to keep our climate temperate in England. Hooray! Now we have daffodils at least a month late, and best of all Tommy has finished his hibernation today.

Tommy and Billy re-united !
Tommy is 60 years old plus how many years old he was when we first had him in 1953. It is said he has never grown, so may have been an old adult even then, indeed he may even have met Tim, mascot of the 2/2nd Battalion (Australia).



Now back to turkeys..............


  1. 1.     We don't do Thanksgiving in the UK



  1. 2.     My kids don't eat turkey at Christmas (like real British families)




Some strange tradition developed, now unbreakable, that we always have
Duck à l'Orange on Christmas Day.
You get better smile than from a turkey.



So I have little to write about turkeys.............so I will concentrate on recipes this week.


Yorkshire Puds for Sharon........

A few weeks ago I left a comment for Aussie Sharon-Strong Foundations about old handwritten recipe books left to us by our ancestors, confessing that I really wanted rid of mine, but just did not have the heart to do so. Somehow, I am not sure how, I got onto the subject of Yorkshire Puddings. I was alarmed that she had never tasted such a delicacy, and she wanted the recipe!!

What I can now tell Sharon is that it does not appear in any of my hand written recipe books. But nor does "how to boil an egg" or "how to fill the kettle and make a pot of tea". It seems it was genetically imprinted in my ancestral cooks.....and some mighty fine Yorkshires we used to have when I was small.

But clearly not all Brits had these skills as it was in some of my printed recipe books.........

...but never bother with Mrs Beeton unless you have
 12 children and at least two servants.



An Australian dish Mrs Beeton???
You don't say!!


As an aside...before I forget to show you.....

On the death of an old cousin in 2003 I cleared out his house. He always was a Marmite fan and I found his 1932 free pamphlet recipe book in his pantry. I decided there must be Marmite collectors out there, somewhere, and I was right. I put it on Ebay and the world went mad. I got £28 for it!! For special children there was even a recipe for Marmite jelly!!

Back to the Yorkshire for Sharon...........

These 1936 and 1953 books came with our Radiation cookers, and contain only good solid British cooking.

...and the ovens were PERFECT for Yorkshire puds.

Here's the recipe......




and may I suggest......

  • Regulo 7 translates as 200 celsius (390F)  in an electric fan oven or 215C (420F) in a non fan oven.
  • For baking tin read an open tin you would roast a joint on, approx 14" x 11", 2"-3" high.
  • For quite hot read very hot.
  • For 'Dripping' read ' the fat you had left over after frying the kangaroo tails etc.
  • Eat with the meat and gravy, or as kids we were given the choice of keeping it in the oven for pudding, and having it with Tate and Lyle Golden Syrup.




I am not poking fun at Australian cooking..........

No.....indeed I see my grandmother enjoyed giving my father a good wholesome pudding. Time was no obstacle. 

...but if the Australian pud is a little bland.......try.....


Did Granny imply the Australian pudding was not 'nice' ?



And finally from my Mum's recipe book......

A careful record of the days when we did have turkey at Christmas !!



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LATE NEWS.....

I just got this photo emailed from my kitchen by my daughter Alice.....as they say....."the proof of the pudding is in the viewing"


A perfect Yorkshire made to the above blogged recipe !!

Special Late Request....

Kristin  at Finding Eliza wanted to see the photo of my Mum with her pet bantams, circa 1928 after I commented I really should have built them into this weeks blog, so here she is !!






Thursday, April 11, 2013

Telegraph wires....etc....for Sepia Saturday

This week's theme:
Telegraph poles and wires spoil a photo....
Sepia Saturday provides bloggers with an opportunity to share their history through the medium of photographs. Historical photographs of any age or kind become the launchpad for explorations of family history, local history and social history in fact or fiction, poetry or prose, words or further images. Click here to learn more.



My telephone engineer............

.................some years ago, told me that he was keen on photography, and the thing that most often spoiled  his photos was a pole and wire, aerials etc. It had become his photo-obsession. He explained to me that invariably photographers failed to see wires and poles through their viewfinder, they also failed to see many other things that they may have been able to avoid. Poles and wire however can be hard to avoid.

Since that time I have always been infected by his obsession. It's not that I dislike poles and wires, I just can't forget what he said when I look at a photo, and I too am now being treated for OPDD. (Obsessive Photo-Disorder Disorder)

So how could I resist the chance to talk about my health to you Sepians this week?

Let me take you on a quick dip into my hard disk for some images that I carefully tagged 'telegraph" and 'wire'. Such careful tagging was against the advice of my psychiatrist, but if I am going to have a disorder I may as well suffer it properly.




Did you notice the Martian................?

..............Yes, the man being fêted in this week's Sepia image is actually a Martian who landed in Denmark in the late 1950's and became famous as he toured the farming villages on foot. [citation needed]. You may not have noticed he was a Martian, for his disguise was carefully planned as he approached Earth. But they forgot that Earth people do not have electronic headgear.


Rumbled by a Sepian !!



Sometimes wires can be nasty............

Christ Church, West Bromwich, 
circa 1900. (Post card) I used this
 for a Wikipedia article about
 the architect Francis Goodwin...

....but I removed the wires !!



Sometimes poles can be nice.....
(especially in Poland)


These storks were snapped by me in July 2010 south east of Poznan, Poland. My hosts did not understand why their English guest shouted "stop the car !!"
(Own collection)

On my Mum's shoulder, Ashbourne, 1939.
(Own collection)


Stuffing myself with crisps, circa 1960, oblivious to poles.
I wonder what became of my sister's French exchange friend, Claudie Ingold from Vierzon, far right. Send me an email if you ever come across this photo Claudie!
(Mark VII Jaguar. Registration: GRC 2. Send me an email if the car still exists)
(Own collection)


Beatrix Slater, my great aunt. Well.......OK....it may be a washing line pole, but at least the photo is very Sepia.
(Own collection)


The Derby bus, London Road, Alvaston, near Derby.
(Own collection)


What a fine and prominent pole at Weston Underwood, near Derby. I tracked this down in 2008 when I was doing some on-the-ground research for Brett Payne which he later blogged at  a series of Photo-Sleuth blogs. The old man on the left we thought, very likely, may have been Brett's G G Grandfather, one time village grandee, brick maker, grocer, sub-postmaster and carrier of goods to and from Derby, John Miller (click to see his portrait) or (Click here to see him in Derby with his carriage). Do you agree it's him ? The old boy clearly was the man about the village, and he would surely have ensured he got in the photo, every bit as excited as the small children were !
(Courtesy AP Knighton collection)


Sometimes poles can be useful........


....but the architect did not
 notice the pole gave him a good clue.


Poles in wartime......


Major Charles Sydney Smith MC, (mt great aunt's husband) and fellow officers, at Machine Gun Corps HQ, Belton House, Grantham. 1918.
He died of influenza a week after war ended in November 1918.

(Own collection)



One of my interests is the 19th century fortifications in Poznan, Poland, in particular those used as part of Stalag XXID to house British POWs. This image is an entrance to one such fort, but not one used for POWs, Fort VII (Colomb). Following the German invasion of Poland in September 1939, Fort VII was chosen as the site of the first concentration camp in occupied Poland, called Konzentrationslager Posen. In mid November 1939 the camp was renamed as a Gestapo prison and a transit camp (Geheime Staatspolizei Staatspolizeileitstelle Posen. Übergangslager – Fort VII). In this period prisoners usually remained in the camp for about six months, before being sentenced to death, a long prison term or transfer to a larger concentration camp, such as Dachau and Auschwitz, or in rare cases being released. According to different estimates, between 4,500 and 20,000 people, mostly Poles from Poznań and the surrounding region, died while imprisoned at this camp.
(Courtesy Biblioteki Raczyńskich, Poznań)


The home of my great aunt Alice Mellor nee Slater. It may not look like a war photo, but the house is "Sunnydale" on Beesands beach in Devon. In late 1943 the nearby area of coast was evacuated, along with many other villages in the South Hams area, to make way for 15,000 allied troops who needed the area to practice for the D-Day landings. The US army built a concrete pill-box camouflaged inside the house. After the war Percy and Alice were given the choice of having it removed, or cash. Percy was a practical man, and took the cash, but then he found out that concrete was harder than he thought, and they never managed to remove it before they died.
(Own collection)
Beesands circa 1900.
No poles here, but do you see the wooden hulk/wreck (for that is what it certainly is) at the far end of the beach, in front of Sunnydale House?
In circa 1957, I was aged about 7, I remember staying with Uncle Percy and Aunty Alice, and one day, at Percy's calling, someone came with a lorry to collect a ship's cannon off the beach in front of the house, for the local museum. I remember the day as clearly as I remember last week's blog. Many years later I inherited this old postcard and realised, to my amazement  that that cannon must have been all that remained of this hulk by the 1950s. 

(Judges(?) post card..Own Collection)




Sepians...take care in your postings  !!!!!



These are just a sample of the poles and wires etc that Sepians posted in one week !!!!
(Image extracts courtesy of fellow Sepians !)





The unused poles...the sad story...............

In 1918 my great aunt, Maud Barnes, from Ashbourne, Derbyshire, married Kenneth A.S. Scholefield. He was English born, but before the war, together with his brothers, he had emigrated to British Columbia, Canada, to farm , but returned to the UK as part of the Canadian Expeditionary Force, eventually serving with the Canadian Railway Troops Depot. After their marriage he returned to Canada again by troop ship in 1919, and his new wife followed shortly thereafter.

1918, Kenneth Ian Arnulph Scholefield and Maud Barnes are 
married in Ashbourne.
(H Hine, Ashbourne.Own collection)

By all accounts, passed down to me, they lived a most primitive life as pioneers, in accommodation that clearly did not impress the family back in Ashbourne, judging by the stories told to me as a child. In November 1921 their only child Ian was born, and a matter of weeks thereafter Kenneth collapsed and died in the field, leaving Maud stranded with a tiny baby. She returned to England, and Ian (a.k.a.Tim) was brought up in Ashbourne, becoming my mother's de facto brother and neighbour.

The photograph below is titled on the rear "Kenneth's first crop of oats, 1921". You can clearly see the huge trees he had to clear to create his land, a daunting task that killed him eventually. But had he thoughtfully planned that one day he would be able to connect his farm cabin to electricity and telephone?? Had he intentionally left this row of young trunks/poles for this purpose??  I wonder.



"Kenneth's first crop of oats, 1921"
British Columbia.
(Own collection)


Baby Ian Arnulph Stuart Scholefield (Tim)
 safely in England, aged 21 months, September 1923.
(Own collection)





So thanks to my telephone engineer for alerting my photo-perception



Bletchley Park was the site of the United Kingdom's main decryption establishment, where ciphers and codes of several Axis countries were decrypted, most importantly the ciphers generated by the German Enigma and Lorenz machines.After the war, Bletchley Park was used as a Regional Training Centre for all departments of the Post Office, including telephone engineers who learnt about pole climbing...



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