Tag: Norwich

This is the war grave of Frederick Thomas William Jillings, located at Earlham Cemetery, but not in the main Commonwealth War Graves section. Frederick was born in Lowestoft in 1901, his parents being Frederick and Ellen Jillings, who lived at 11 Bevan Street in the town. Frederick (the elder) had a boot repairing shop and Frederick had two older sisters, Elsie and Florence.

By the 1911 census, the family had moved to 4 Gertrude Road in Norwich, with Frederick the older being a boot machinist, as were Frederick’s two older sisters. When the First World War broke out, Frederick was only 13 and since only 18 year olds were ever conscripted, it probably felt a long way away for him. There was sadness in the family though in 1917, when Ellen died, leaving her husband and three children.

The First World War loomed large though and Frederick joined up in mid-1918, just when the conflict looked like it might be coming to an end. He was sent to join Number 2 Southern Company in Hampshire, but was then moved to the Royal Army Medical Corps (RAMC) in Blackpool. Above is a painting (© IWM Art.IWM ART 3681) of the inspection tent for the RAMC in the town, which is the unit that Frederick was sent to. At this time Frederick was told he needed glasses during his medical inspection and it’s a nice thought that he was perhaps one of the soldiers in the image….

Unfortunately, Frederick’s war came to an end after just 149 days of service, he became ill and was transferred to Colchester General Hospital. He died there of bronco-pneumonia on 12 February 1919, at the age of just 18.

As an aside, Frederick (the older) continued living at his property at 4 Gertrude Road in Norwich until his death in 1944, with his two remaining children both staying single and living with him. They must have been fiercely difficult years for him during the First World War, losing his wife and son within just a couple of years each other.

This is the war grave of Harry Land, located at Earlham Cemetery, but not in the main Commonwealth War Graves section. Someone might contact me here, as I’ve had to make a big assumption to work this one out. The military records of Harry aren’t available, nor is there any information on the Commonwealth War Graves web-site giving further details of an address of next of kin.

So, working back, he served in the 10th battalion of the Suffolk Regiment, a reserves unit which never left the UK. On the date of Harry’s death, this battalion were stationed in Dovercourt in Essex, having just moved from Colchester. And on the day that Harry died, 23 April 1916, a death was registered in that area of someone with the same name who was born in 1884, so we now have a birthdate.

There is only one Harry Land in East Anglia that I can find with that birth-year, he was born on 24 May 1884 and was the son of Harry and Charlotte Land. At the 1891 census, Harry (younger), his parents and siblings were living at King’s Road in Norwich, with Harry attending the Prospect Row Council School and then the Carrow Boys School. The family lived at Cypress Street at this point, moving to 9 Geoffrey Road in Norwich by 1901, when Harry was working as a gas-fitter and bell-hanger. At the 1911 census, Harry still lived with his parents and siblings, this time at 45 Carlyle Road in Norwich and he was now working at a corn and seed store.

This is the best I can do, and I don’t understand why he would be in the Suffolk Regiment, something which concerns me slightly about whether this is right. Anyway, hopefully this little mystery might get solved one day.

This is the war grave of Walter Harry Loades, located at Earlham Cemetery, but not in the main Commonwealth War Graves section.

Walter was born in 1894, the son of Joseph and Caroline Loades (nee Chatton). He had an older brother, Sidney, and a younger brother, Reginald, and they lived at 24, Brunswick Road in Norwich (in a property which looks on Google Maps to have been pulled down). Walter worked as a clerk and I’d like to think that his life was peaceful (well, he was single anyway).

Unfortunately, the First World War meant that Walter had to enlist, and as his service records have survived, there’s plenty of information about what happened next. He saw a medical officer in Grantham on 26 May 1916, with Walter bring described as healthy. The records are detailed enough for us to know that he was 5’6″ tall, with a 33 inch chest and a weight of 9.7 stone.

He joined the machine gun corps and was sent as part of the British Expeditionary Force to serve in France. The records note that he was on a boat from Folkestone to Boulogne on 17 July 1916, then he was transferred to nearby Camiers the day after. On 23 July 1916, Walter joined his company, but was sent to a field hospital on 2 November 1916 with scabies, a common problem in the trenches.

After returning to his company, Walter was badly wounded on 16 February 1917, with gunshot wounds to his legs, face, elbow and mouth. He was sent for medical treatment to the hospital shop Gloucester Castle on 9 March 1917, then transferred two days later to the Mill Road Infirmary in Liverpool. He remained there until 23 May 1917 when he moved back to his home county and the Norfolk War Hospital (later better known as St. Andrew’s Hospital) where he remained until 5 September 1917.

Unfortunately, his medical situation remained dire and he was transferred to Tooting Hospital for treatment. He died there on 11 September 1918 at 15:00 with the doctor noting that his ‘spastic paraplegia’ was the cause of death. Walter was buried at Earlham Cemetery on Tuesday 17 September 1918 at 12:00 with his family present at his burial. The War Office seemed unaware of the burial and when enquiring was told that Walter’s father, Joseph, had arranged the burial for his son. This likely explains why this grave is in a different part of the graveyard to the war burials, with the headstone I assume being added at a later date.

The declaration signed by Joseph on behalf of his deceased son, confirming the death and having that witnessed by Alfred Gates, the Vicar of Lakenham, who lived at 7 Newmarket Road in Norwich. Joseph died in the first part of 1939, so at least never saw the outbreak of another war which he thought his son had died in order to prevent. I can’t help but feel that this must have been endlessly traumatic for the family, not just a death but watching their son seriously injured for such a long period.

This is the war grave of Henry Rowles, located at Earlham Cemetery, but not in the main Commonwealth War Graves section. There’s not much information on this gravestone, nor indeed on the Commonwealth War Graves web-site, and I had expected another story of a young life cut short. Instead, I’ve been on an unexpected journey with Henry….. (and I hope I’ve got this story right).

Henry Rowles was born in Witney on 17 February 1857, the son of Henry and Elizabeth Rowles. In 1861, he’s listed as living with his parents and siblings on the High Street in Witney, with his father working as a fuller. Things went a bit awry and at the 1871 census, Henry was listed as residing at Her Majesty’s Pleasure at Oxford County Gaol (which only finally closed in 1996). He had robbed a counting house with a friend called Henry Davis and was sentenced to four months imprisonment with hard labour. A Henry Rowles was executed at the same prison a few years later for murder, but they don’t appear to be linked.

Anyway, by the 1881 census, Henry’s teenage waywardness had been rewarded (or punished, depending on how you look at it) when he was serving Her Majesty in the Dragoon Guards, training in Aldershot. For reasons unknown, he met Emma Jackson in Norfolk and they were married in 1883, being listed as living in Queen’s Road in 1891 along with their only child, Frederick.

By the 1901 census, Henry had moved to 9 St Mary’s Alley in Norwich with his now much larger family, although he had lost two children. Bringing this story forwards to the First World War, it appears that he enlisted in the Royal Defence Corps. This was a unit that had former soldiers in, or soldiers who were too old, who weren’t sent overseas but instead performed guard duty roles in the UK, such as guarding bridges, structures or prisoners of war. It’s likely that Henry was doing the latter, as that’s what most members of the Corps were doing.

When in service for the 155th company of the Royal Defence Corps, Henry died on 8 November 1918 with the flu, with his body being returned to Norwich for burial. Unfortunately, his military records have been lost and so there’s a chunk of the story here that can’t be told. But, I imagine Henry was an interesting character……

This is the war grave of Robin Henry Hubert le Brasseur, located at Earlham Cemetery, but not in the main Commonwealth War Graves section. Robin was born in 1884 in Hampstead, London, the son of Robert and Agnes le Brasseur.

Robert le Brasseur was clearly a wealthy man, he had founded the law company Le Brasseur and Oakley in 1881, which still exists today in the large legal business now named RLB Law. In 1891, the family were living at 63, Belsize Avenue, with three servants supporting them. They’re also listed on something new to me, which is the 1893 Westminster Roman Catholic Census. The family were living at the same location in 1901, although things must have been going well, as they now have five servants to serve their every need and whim.

The family then moved to Carey Street in London, which by chance I visited a few weeks ago in the hunt of the Victorian Star Yard toilets. I would say that the le Brasseurs might have used these toilets, but I suspect they probably didn’t, not given the huge property which they owned.

But, back from this decadence to Robin. He was educated at Wimbledon College and although I can’t find his war records on-line, he joined the RAF and soon became a Lieutenant. By 1916, he was part of the No. 16 Squadron of the Royal Flying Corps, a dangerous unit to be in as flight technology was hardly developed at that point.

Despite the dangers of his job, Robin didn’t die in a plane crash, but during a period when he was off-duty following service in France. Robin was travelling from Cromer to Norwich, but the tyre burst on his car near to the Plough & Shuttle public house in Marsham (that pub is still there, it changed name to the Flags in 1985 and then to the Plough Inn in 1999) which led to his car crashing into a house. The local press reported that Dr. Morton and Dr. Little came from Aylsham to assist, with Robin being taken by “a motor ambulance” to the Norfolk War Hospital (which later became known as St. Andrew’s Hospital in Norwich, which closed in 1998). Robin died at 7am the following morning, 24 May 1916, aged 31.

I’ve never visited Earlham Cemetery before, so I decided to meander along today as part of my walk from the city centre.

This is North Lodge, built in 1855 and this entrance to the graveyard was for religious non-conformists. The building was used by the superintendents, one at each lodge, who resided and worked from the building.

South Lodge, also built in 1855, which came onto the market in 2015 when it was sold by Norwich City Council, after having not been lived in since the 1920s. This was the property used by the superintendent at the Church of England entrance to the cemetery.

These two photos are from the Jewish area of the cemetery.

This is the Catholic chapel, with this and the Jewish cemetery mortuary chapel being the only two nineteenth religious buildings on site left. The beautiful Church of England and non-conformist dual chapel arrangement in the centre of the graveyard were ripped out in the 1960s and replaced by a crematorium designed by David Percival. Percival also designed St. Augustine’s Swimming Pool (since demolished) and the former Norwich Central Library, the one I liked and which unfortunately was destroyed by fire in 1994.

One of the iron grave location markers.

The Commonwealth War Graves area, although there are also some stones of others who died during the First and Second World Wars dotted around the cemetery. I’ve discovered since visiting that there’s an old military graves area, which I didn’t notice whilst meandering around. I’ll have to go back at some point to have a look at that (and I did, more about that here).

The crematorium gardens. And below, just a few random photos from the cemetery grounds. It’s a huge site and although there were plenty of people walking around, it’s such a large cemetery that it still felt quiet and peaceful. A lot of the crosses on graves seem to have been tipped over to prevent them falling, but the general maintenance around the entire cemetery seems excellent.