My Grandfather was born in Dorset a beautiful county. He met and married my Gran, and they set up home and started a family, 4 girls and 3 boys, they lost one little girl. He was a shoemaker by trade, but also worked as a footman at one of the local big houses. He was a very hard worker, taking any job available to feed his family, during a period when work was scarce.
When the First World War broke out, he enlisted in the Army Medical Corp. Trench warfare was terrible, and once he got separated from his regiment. He stumbled into another unit, and because of his Dorset accent, they said he was a German spy, and they chained him to the wheel of their canon. He was there for a long time under heavy shelling and fire. Fortunately, his officer arrived and recognised him. This haunted him even after the war, and he had nightmares about this. He received the Victory Medal, and British Medal.
I remember my Pappy as a very kind and gentle man, and although I was only 5 when he died, I have memories of times with him and Gran at their cottage. He would take me for walks, and I remember getting behind him and trying to push him along, because his legs were failing. This was due to the time spent in the trenches often up to the waist in mud and water.
He was a lovely man, and I have happy memories of him smiling at me, and picking apples for me to eat off the tree at their cottage.
He is buried with my Gran at Kingsthorpe Cemetary, Northampton, England.
When the First World War broke out, he enlisted in the Army Medical Corp. Trench warfare was terrible, and once he got separated from his regiment. He stumbled into another unit, and because of his Dorset accent, they said he was a German spy, and they chained him to the wheel of their canon. He was there for a long time under heavy shelling and fire. Fortunately, his officer arrived and recognised him. This haunted him even after the war, and he had nightmares about this. He received the Victory Medal, and British Medal.
I remember my Pappy as a very kind and gentle man, and although I was only 5 when he died, I have memories of times with him and Gran at their cottage. He would take me for walks, and I remember getting behind him and trying to push him along, because his legs were failing. This was due to the time spent in the trenches often up to the waist in mud and water.
He was a lovely man, and I have happy memories of him smiling at me, and picking apples for me to eat off the tree at their cottage.
He is buried with my Gran at Kingsthorpe Cemetary, Northampton, England.
My Grandfather was born in Dorset a beautiful county. He met and married my Gran, and they set up home and started a family, 4 girls and 3 boys, they lost one little girl. He was a shoemaker by trade, but also worked as a footman at one of the local big houses. He was a very hard worker, taking any job available to feed his family, during a period when work was scarce.
When the First World War broke out, he enlisted in the Army Medical Corp. Trench warfare was terrible, and once he got separated from his regiment. He stumbled into another unit, and because of his Dorset accent, they said he was a German spy, and they chained him to the wheel of their canon. He was there for a long time under heavy shelling and fire. Fortunately, his officer arrived and recognised him. This haunted him even after the war, and he had nightmares about this. He received the Victory Medal, and British Medal.
I remember my Pappy as a very kind and gentle man, and although I was only 5 when he died, I have memories of times with him and Gran at their cottage. He would take me for walks, and I remember getting behind him and trying to push him along, because his legs were failing. This was due to the time spent in the trenches often up to the waist in mud and water.
He was a lovely man, and I have happy memories of him smiling at me, and picking apples for me to eat off the tree at their cottage.
He is buried with my Gran at Kingsthorpe Cemetary, Northampton, England.
When the First World War broke out, he enlisted in the Army Medical Corp. Trench warfare was terrible, and once he got separated from his regiment. He stumbled into another unit, and because of his Dorset accent, they said he was a German spy, and they chained him to the wheel of their canon. He was there for a long time under heavy shelling and fire. Fortunately, his officer arrived and recognised him. This haunted him even after the war, and he had nightmares about this. He received the Victory Medal, and British Medal.
I remember my Pappy as a very kind and gentle man, and although I was only 5 when he died, I have memories of times with him and Gran at their cottage. He would take me for walks, and I remember getting behind him and trying to push him along, because his legs were failing. This was due to the time spent in the trenches often up to the waist in mud and water.
He was a lovely man, and I have happy memories of him smiling at me, and picking apples for me to eat off the tree at their cottage.
He is buried with my Gran at Kingsthorpe Cemetary, Northampton, England.
