Tuesday, 5 July 2016
I neglected this blog for a while when I was seduced by Facebook and the immediacy of interaction with followers in a group. CLICK TO VIEW Compare 180 followers here to almost 5,000 on Facebook. I have decided to move The Graveyard Detective and all its posts to a hosted WordPress blog. The name is the same but the new URL for this blog is graveyarddetective.com I'd be very honoured if you would come and join me there, please. Thank you.
Sunday, 19 June 2016
Captain Sir John William Alcock [1892 – 1919] was a captain in both the Royal Navy and Royal Air Forc. With navigator Lt Arthur Whitten Brown, he piloted the first non-stop transatlantic flight from St John's, Newfoundland to Clifden, Connemara, Ireland. He died in a flying accident in France in 1919.
On December 18, 1919, Alcock was piloting a new Vickers amphibious aircraft, the Vickers Viking, to the first post-war aeronautical exhibition in Paris when he crashed in fog near Rouen in Normany. Alcock suffered a fractured skull and never regained consciousness after being transferred to a hospital in Rouen.
He is buried in Manchester's Southern Cemetery. His grave is marked by a large stone memorial which includes a representation of an aircraft propellor.
Tuesday, 26 April 2016
A very large tomb in Ince in Makerfield , . Only two family members are listed as being interred, here: William Gerard Walmesley,Esquire, JP of Westwood House, who died in 1868, and his son, Captain William Gerard Walmesley, late 11th Hussars and 17th Lancers,who died in 1877. A very distinctive memorial at the top of the stone is dedicated to Robert Cuthbert Walmesley who died in 1859 aged 3 years.
When making my first visit to Chadderton Cemetery in Oldham, I came across this very ornate grave marker. It commemorates Thomas Palmer who died May 25, 1864 in the 54th year of his age and his wife and children. The only reference I could find to him was a Census Return of 1851 when his occupation is listed as Mechanic and a report of his burial in the Bury Times:
Sunday, 17 April 2016
While looking through another box of Cards, I found a number of letters informing friends and relatives about a death. This is probably the saddest. Reading between the lines, it must have been an horrific time for the parents. I must do some detective work and try to trace the last resting place of little Nellie. I haven't transcribed the letters as the writing is quite legible. Remember to click on an image to enlarge it:
A very large In Memoriam Card for Brixham fisherman John Pillar who died in an horrific accident at sea. It proved an awful ordeal for his young nephew who had been taken along for the trip.
The Western Times of October 6, 1893 reported:
THE LOSS OF A BRIXHAM TRAWLER. LAD'S STORY.
In our issue of Saturday last we gave an account of loss of the Brixham Trawler" Ruby " in consequence of having been run into by the German barque " Esmeralda." Since then the vessel has been picked up by the steam trawler Desideratum "and towed to Hull.
The telegram announcing the arrival of "Esmeralda" with two of the trawler crew at Portland on Friday last, stated that there were hands drowned. As the owner only knew of four hands being on board the Ruby, this was thought to to be wrong, but it has since transpired that J. Pillar, the second hand, who was drowned had taken his nephew William Lill, a lad of twelve years to sea with him. for a trip. The lad was found on board the vessel when she was picked up and yesterday returned from Hull.
Being interviewed he states that his uncle, seeing the collison was imminent, said to him "jump and try to get on board the vessel and I will do my best and try to save you." He got into the boat wbich was lying on the deck just as the the ship struck them. He saw the masts, sails and all the gear fall over the side and jumped for the colliding vessel, but was struck by something and knocked back again, lying stunned for a moment. Recovering, he saw his uncle in the water who cried Help, rcpe, rope." He ran to get line and threw it, but it fell short. He then threw life bouy, whioh was also missed, and his uncle sank. He went below and found he could not set the steam pump to work, and seeing the water was getting low in the boiler. He raked out all the fire and let the steam off through the ejector.
About two hoars after the collision he saw the lights of a steamer coming towards him, and fearing that the steamer would run over him, he showed a red flare, which caused the steamer to alter her course, passing under the Ruby's' stern. He kept pumping with the hand pumps from the time of the collision until he was taken off by tbe steamer Desideratum.
On Friday morning about 7.30 o'clock he sighted the steamer and did all could to attract her attention, and he was taken on board shortly after eight. The state of mind of lad 12 or 13 years of age who had seen his own uncle drown and did not know if all the four hands had met with the same fate, can be belter imagined than described, and then the cool pretence of mind in the lad to go down and draw the engine fire and so prevent boiler explosion when found he could not work the engine, is most commendable.
He says, "I felt so fatigued and disheartened I went below and gave it up, then I thought that would never do and after ten minutes I went on deck and stood by the pumps." On board the steam boat he was kindly treated and given warm food. The lad states that during the night the wind was very high and the seas at times going right over the vessel.
Wednesday, 28 October 2015
When I came across this grave, I was so intrigued at the story recorded on the memorial. A real demonstration of a Father's love for his son. The memorial records the eight-year-old's prowess at long distance walking. The memorial is topped with a plaque that states: The Lad We Honour. At the base of the memorial, representations of medals and a large trophy he had won can be seen. I have yet to track down contemporary newspaper reports of his passing but I wonder if his pneumonia developed after walking a long distance in cold and wet conditions.
The inscription and the Father's words is inscribed across four panels:
The inscription and the Father's words is inscribed across four panels:
Henry Townsend – Boy Champion
The Lad We Honour
In ever loving memory of Henry Townsend
The Boy Champion
Long Distance Walker
Who died of Pneumonia
October 17th, 1903 in his eighth year.
May the Influence of his sweet life lead many to a noble manhood
This wonderful boy, very early showed such a fondness for walking and other exercises, that at 8 years of age, he could walk from 6n to 21 miles without suffering the least fatigue. He was examined by Doctors Richmond, Boyd and Harris
The Companionship of my child has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life. Even now, when alone, I feel life is a dreary wilderness. The memory of that sweet life still cheers and helps me on. His affectionate father.
Though so young, he had a very fine sensitive nature, was a good friend, sincere in affection and fond of home and its association, he was always active, energetic and clever in so many ways.
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