This was written by my Grandfather, George Lines, probably shortly after 21st May 1914, probably from Winterthur to his future Mother-in-Law. I have left out some padding.
… must write small as I have a suspicion that 3 sheets of this stuff takes more than 2 ½ d stamp. Tell me if this is so. I was going to write some days since, but as I was going on a mountain climb on the Thursday, thought I’d wait & tell you about it instead of having nothing but my usual padding. Of course the latter will predominate here, so don’t expect anything in the nature of a letter.
That brings me to my next point, namely Spring Cleaning or the “Root of all Evil”, which you mention in your letter as hoving in view. I always had a fondness for your show because the place looked as the place looked as though it was used and lived in, instead of being in competition with all the other 999 people in Keynsham & elsewhere, who systematically spend 50% of their waking hours in tidying up and shaking dusters out of windows (for their neighbours benefit) and I always admired the way you could slip off for a ramble without worrying because a few papers or books weren’t exactly tidy at home, and you can’t imagine the delight it gave me, always to be able to find some dust on your mantleshelf. A mantleshelf without dust gives me a chill. I always suffered from chills in Fishponds, and I do here – the shame of dust haunts me like a curse. Here is a person in 10,000,000 – I said to myself, – who has a soul above dusting or scanning every little corner in order to be able to find a speck of dust, and so have one up against the poor skivvy. Well to cut my story short, you are the aforesaid 1 in 10,000,000 of of course well aware of the fallacy of Spring Cleaning, which is this. Everything in this world tends towards a normal state of affairs, – water finds its own level, people find their own level (I of course being the exception which proves this latter rule, insofar as my level being of the coal mine order should never have brought me into touch with your level which must very nearly approach the spiritual realms) – and, what is more to my point, house cleanliness tends to a normal state of affairs. A week or so after the manual annual tomfoolery turn out, everything is the same as if Spring Cleaning had never been invented. I speak of course from bitter experience. I am sure Daddy would agree with me on this point. Having now conclusively proved my proposition you will of course this year forego the silly business, and have all the time that would thereby be wasted, to really enjoy the Spring on the bosom of your family. People are so illogical; Spring perhaps the loveliest season, they set apart for befouling the atmosphere with dust, reek of paint and etc, instead of doing this disgusting work when the fogs are about, and it wouldn’t be noticed, or subtract anything from the enjoyment of life. When the world is wiser people will see that fogs were sent for this very purpose.
My lesson & the moral are plain. If you can now do your Spring Cleaning ? without sm??t???ps from your conscience you must be a hardened character. We have a Spring Clean here one a week due to the pride the Swiss have in being able to call the Italians dirty. They clean up fiendish neptune. Where I happen to keep a few books & papers in the sitting room, Frau G ? calls a “Schweinerei” I.e. a pigsty. She has no idea of what a place ought to look like. Well enough of this topical little kettle.
Thursday being Ascension Day (Himmelfahrt) we had a holiday and I made my first mtn. climb. With two men in the office and two Fräulein we set out on the Wednesday evening for the Vienwaldstaffersee in the Luzern neighbourhood where our mountain the Rophaien (7000 feet) is situated. Arrived in Sisikon about 11:30 at night we started on our climb with candle lanterns. The object of starting at night is so that the climb is finished before the heat of the day. It was of course very weird going in the dark but the night was perfectly clear – no moon but twice as many stars as one sees in lower altitudes. You must really try the experience, I’m sure you’d like it. At any rate when I come back we’ll have such an excursion, – just think how fine Black Down would be at night! Of course before the really tricky parts of the climb came the day had broken & we could see without the lanterns. Of course we took grub and other articles in our knapsacks. The latter are splendid institutions. You ought to have them for your rambles. We come into the snow about 1000 feet from the top and in places it was so deep that some mountain huts were completely covered up to the roof, and we found some toads crawling over the snow in an almost lifeless condition, – after their winter sleep I suppose. After one or two exciting stretches we reached the top, and proceeded to rest, which, having walked all night without sleep was jolly welcome. Perhaps more so to me as I was totally inexperienced in mtn. climbing and had got the cramp from the strenuous exertion and big steps that one has to take when going up a steep snow slope.
Hobble skirts would be quite out of the question, and the ladies wear bloomers for climbing. The day was absolutely cloudless and you can imagine the view was beautiful & the air glorious. After grubbing and sunbathing we began the return journey in a slightly different direction. Snow slopes which had taken us perhaps ¾ of an hour to climb we slid down in a few seconds. You simply sit down on the snow & let yourself go, braking with the ice-axe. It is perfectly safe providing there isn’t a precipice at the bottom. Oh! we also saw chamoix springing over the snow on the next mountain with the utmost sangfroid. They seem to have no fear at all. It was altogether a pretty strenuous but enjoyable experience. The sensation of height are rather weird, I think one gets used to it. The great thing is not to imagine anything that might happen. Doubtless after a few such climbs I shall be quite cold-blooded. It is at any rate jolly healthy, – one perspires like a sponge. Do you remember our famous daily climb up the cliffs at Stope. The flowers are awfully interesting in the different zones. I have an idea I should like to make a collection of pressed flowers from my different climbs. Do you happen to have any tips on the subject ?
Wish I were coming with you to Gower – no caves, no shrimps, no paddle for me this year. Hope you have a lovely blazing hot time. Had a letter from Win y’day. Walter has a little car & is teaching her to drive. She also went to a dance & had 43 dances. I can’t imagine how she did it. Am expecting to learn in your next that Pete & Sue have been sucked into the vacuum cleaner.
Well, I must to bed. I’m as stiff as a rock after yesterday, & shall have to manage well.
Best love from Chief.
Fishponds – I believe my Grandfather had digs in Fishponds when he was in Bristol – possibly before he met the Stevens family.
Cliffs at Stope – I am trying to track down where these are, as they are, as Stope, or Stoke, is also mentioned in the letter from Bellagio.
Win is Grandpa’s sister – Winifred Lines
Walter is Grandpa’s brother, Walter Lines, of Lines Bros. fame.
Pete and Sue are my future Grandmother’s siblings. Although known in the family as Peter, he was baptised Cedric Champion Stevens, and she was baptised Brenda Stevens, called Susie, in the family – until the arrival of my Uncle Michael, who – when very young – pronounced Susie and Tudy, and the name stuck,
Here is another letter, written by my Grandfather, George Lines, from the trenches during World War One.
How like you to write me that jolly letter from Bath station after seeing Mouse off. Not a moment wasted ! Wish I could say the same of my miserable existence.
It arrived too on my birthday and helped to soften the sting of advancing years ! I celebrated the occasion in the old dugout, where we have been doing another spell, but are shortly going back for a good rest, or rather change.
My batman Jenning is apparently an artist on the melodeon having dug one up from somewhere & is now making our cave resound with all the latest. It sounds quite cheery after the trench chillness, disturbed only by the gnawing and squealing of rats, some of which must be huge, judging from the crunching of their teeth on the wooden frames.
Wouldn't old Taff be in his element ? I'm re-reading the "Blue Bird" which dear old Mouse sent me from Bournemouth and think the portrayal of Tylo the dog is delightful. If Taff could only speak, I'm sure he'd like that.
I gave one of Mouse's pairs of mittens away to a Tommy the other day & like a silly ass chose to do so at a corner (known as Dead Male Corner) which has an evil reputation for being shelled. I thought the recipient might as well write & thank Mouse for them so took out my note-book to write down the address and had scarcely started when bang, bang, bang, bang - 4 shells (what we call whizz-bangs because of their high velocity) burst about 30 yards behind. You may guess we hared off pretty quickly. That's what I call luck, but of course it happens so often that I've no longer any doubt that I owe it all to your lucky heather and my other treasures and your kind thoughts. Anyhow I hope the chap writes to Mouse to thank her. I haven't given Graces?? pair yet, but will give her address as well.
I'll now stamp about to restore the circulation in my feet.
Heaps of love & heaps and heaps to Mouse when you write
This was probably written shortly in late January, or early February 1918, as my Grandfathers birthday was January 28th, and as he has a batman he was presumably an acting Captain, which I don’t think he was in 1917. I have not been able to find all his promotion dates for his official war record.
I am not sure who Grace was, except that she too was knitting mittens for soldiers at the front.
My brother inherited, from our Grandmother on the Box side, a ship’s bell, inscribed “Kishon” 1872 Amble. It used to sit on a window ledge in the hall at Little Cucknells, looking out over the drive. He has done some research into the ship, which I have supplemented.
Kishon was presumably named after the river in Israel, where the prophets of Baal were executed, and the Canaanite army was washed away. Fortunately this is a rare name for a ship, which has made it easier to find references in the internet.
Shipbuilding in a small way was at one time carried on at Amble, and a small fleet of useful merchant ships was built and owned by people in Amble and district in the early ‘Fifties. The rapid progress of steamships in the middle of the last century, however, nipped in the bud this infant industry. The first ship recorded to have been built at Amble dates back to the end of the eighteenth century. About this time enormous quantities of oak trees were cut down in Chevington Wood, with the evident intention of replanting, which was never done, and from this timber a vessel was constructed on the Coquet banks near the old ” granary ” on the Warkworth road, and was named the Chevington Oak. After the passing of the Harbour Act, 1837, shipbuilding was commenced on the Braid by a Mr Douglas of Sunderland. The first vessels built were the Breeze, Aid and Landscape. With Mr Douglas came the late respected postmaster, Mr Thomas Leighton, and, in 1851, Messrs Leighton & Sanderson commenced shipbuilding on the river-bank, now occupied by the brickworks. In all this firm built seven ships, i.e. the Perseverence, Providence, Isabella and Mary, Sunrise, Amble, Glorianna and the Agenora, the last named being built in 1861. In 1868, another ship was built on the north side of the Coquet. A floating dock, which was of no practical use, was also built, and it ultimately went to pieces on the Braid. The following is a list of ships which were owned by residents, some of which were regular traders to Amble till about twenty-five years ago….MESSRS RICHARDSON BROS.— Cedar, Green Olive, Galilee, Kishon, Kedron, Radiant, Landscape, Star of Peace, Jane Brown, Chatteranga, Savannah-le-mer, Serepta.
The owner was possibly Andrew Richardson – merchant and shipowner of Amble, who – together with Robert and George Richardson, also shipowners of Amble, and some others – founded WarkworthBaptist Church on 21st September 1866. (It only lasted until 1888 !). The company still owned the Kishon until it was wrecked in 1890, although it looks as if he may have sold a part share to T.S. Howett of Reading shortly before the wreck. This was probably T.S. Howitt – the captain of the ship for most of its history. Andrew Richardson’s address, on the Crew List of 1881, is given as Castle Crescent, Reading (OSM), so he nay have lived there, but still retained an Amble connection.
A voyage from Britain to Australia could take four months, and sailors must have been hardy. Presumably recipients would know the ship was on her way as the Electric Telegraph connected Australia in October 1877, but there would be no way to communicate from the ship.
October 1873 – From Liverpool to Brisbane
This map shows the first known major voyage of the Kishon.
Kishon, from Liverpool, for Brisbane, to sail
first week in October. Bright Brothers and
This is the first mention I can find of Kishon on the Trove website. There are then several other references which add no extra information, although one has the destination as Maryborough. Another has the departure date as September 4th. On 7th January 1874 as the Brisbane Courier has an advertisement for
Kishon, barque, from Liverpool: 1 cask, P.
Barnett; 15 bales canvas, 16 bales corks, 150
cases beer, 10 hogsheads stout, 18 casks paint,
2 cases copper tubes, 1 keg rivets, 8 sheets
copper, .5 sheets brass, 200 cases beer, Order ; '
100 cases bottled ale, 100 cases stout, XL; 20
drums caustic soda, 125 drums oil, -8 barrels
paint, 20 barrels resin, 20 bales sacks, 8 boxes,
30 cases, 20 half-barrels fish, HW&Co B ; 12
drums caustic, 1,089 cases, PCB ; 3 cases 3
casks hardware, 5 cases, 3 bundles steel, Warde
Brothers; 100 cases 5 quarter-casks whisky,
50 boxes bath bricks, 50 boxes salt, 20 cases
galvanised iron; 19 barrels ink , 10 cases
blacking, 1 case haberdashery, 1 case tools,
4 cuses safes, 2,200 bags salt, Z 20 barrels
whiting, Bright Brothers and Co.- ; 2 dogs,
1 kennel, 20 tons rock salt, Order ; 1 ease,
Berkley and Taylor; 1 p. sugar machinery,
RNS&Co. ; 150 cases beer, M&GoL ; .550 sacks
flour, BC; 200 sacks flour, BT; 4 quarter
casks wine, 20 cases brandy, 550 sacks salt,- 5
quarter-casks wine, W. and A. B. Webster and
Co. ; 6 casks holloware, G. Love an d Co. ;
6 casks holloware, Perry Brothers; 350
barrels 150 cases beer, 4 boxes, 5 bales blankets,
2 boxes D. L. Brown and Co. ; 2 cases, R. R.
Smellie and Co. ; - 50 barrels stout, 'G. H.
Wilson and Co. ; 1 p. 1 case machinery, .Birley
Brothers; 250 cases beer, J. and G. Harris; 1
case cloth, Cribb and Foote ; 30 hogsheads bulk
ale, ,G. Raff and Co. ; 750 bags salt, 20 tons
rock salt, Barker and Co. ; 141 barrels 35 cases
ale, 59 cases stout, Clarke, Hodgson, and. Co.;
1,089 .sacks salt, 20 eases ling fish, 30 casks
herrings, 10 bales sacks, 10 bales woolpacks,
20 drums caustic soda, 100 drums oil, 25
drums turpentine, 4 tons white lead, 8 casks
varnish, 20 barrels resin, Hutching, Weedon,
On 18th February 1874 Bright Brothers advertise their cargo in the Brisbane Courier.
NOTICE TO CONSIGNEES
This Vessel having REPORTED
at the Customs, Consignees are re-
quested to Pass Entries, Present Bills of Lading,
and Pay Freight to the undersigned.
BRIGHT BROTHERS & CO.,
1930 _ Agents.
The Queenland Times, Ipswich Herald and General Advertiser carries an account if the voyage on 19th February
Captain Howitt reports that the barque Kishon left
Liverpool on the 3rd November, and had variable
winds and weather, often calm and southerly, until
reaching 18 degrees N. latitude, when light trades
were met with, lasting to the Equator, which was
crossed in 26 degrees W., on the 6th December; light
S.E. trades and variables succeeded to 80 degrees E.,
48 degrees S. The easting was run down chiefly in
47 degrees S., with moderate N.W. winds; on reach-
ing 140 degrees east met with a heavy gale from
W.N.W., veering to the southward ; rounded Tas
mania on January 29, and from thence to Cape More
ton encountered N.N.E. winds and chopping sea;
rounded Cape Moretonn at 10 p.m. on the 13th instant,
and came to anchor at the bar the following day at 9
p.m. On February 13,at 2 p.m., Moreton light-house
bearing N.W. thirty miles, Benjamin Spencer, appren
tice, aged nineteen years, fell overboard while drawing
water, but was not missed until 4.30 p.m., when he
could not to found, but two pieces of a bucket at
tached to a line-end were towing overboard. It is
supposed he had slipped over the side-ship going
nine knots at the time.
Note that Captain Howitt appears to still be the captain in 1886. On the 24th February an advertisement was placed in the Telegraph (Brisbane)
TO INTENDING PASSENGERS FOR THE
PALMER RIVER. GOLD FIELDS
TAKING PASSENGERS, HORSES. AND
The undersigned will Dispatch
the following Vessels for
Cooktown as Under : —
The Clipper Brig MINORA, 450 .'
tons, on or about March 2. .
The A1 New Clipper Barque KISHON, 800- '
tons, on or about March 10,
The Favourite Clipper Schooner LUCY and
ADELAIDE, 150 tons, on or about March 10.
Intending Passengers are requested to IN-
SPECT the above Vessels.
Substantial Stalls will be fitted up, and every
attention paid to ensure the safety of Passen
gers' horses. -
Passengers will go in order of booking.
For Freight or Passage apply to - ,
CLARKE, HODGSON, & CO.,
... . Agents.
Notice that the Kishon is now 800 tons ! In some advertisements it is 700, and sometimes 500 tons. This explains why the next trip was to Cooktown – and why 150 people wanted to join the Palmer River Gold Rush. By the 13th March it was due to sail on the 20th March, and had room for passengers without horses, and space for Cargo.
Ex Kishon, barque, from Glasgow : 13 bales
flannel, 1 bale scarlet flannel, 1 bale navy can-
vas, 1. bale hessian, 9 cases towels, 1 case glass
cloth, 3 cases cotton ticks, 1 case linen ticks, 1
Case loom huckaback, 1 case toilet covers, 2
cases quilts, 1 case colored wool damask, 1 case
Victoria table covers, 1 case velvet pile table
covers, 1 case damask tabling, 1 ease damask
tablecloths and napkins, 1 case linen diapers, 2
cases fronting linens, 4 bales bordered brush
mats, 1 bale hearthrugs, 1 bale colored sheep-
skin mats, 2 cases shirtings and domestics,
4 cases white sheetings, 1 case white and
buff window holland, 1 case plain green
and venetian window holland, 1 bale printed
felt squares, 5 bales paper, 1 bale twine, 1
case regatta and Oxford shirting, 2 cases wove
Crimean shirting, 8 cases white shirts, 2 cases
regatta shirts, 13 cases wove Crimean shirts, 3
cases white ground printed shirts;? 10 cases
Oxford, zephyr, Madras, and Cambridge shirts,
2 cases twist regatta shirts, 1 bale blue serge
trousers, 5 cases West of England and Scotch
tweeds, 3 cases coatings, 16 cases winceys, 1
case Derry, 1 case fancy dress stuff, 1 case cos-
tume tweeds, 1 case Cheviot tweeds, 1 case
wincey skirting, 2 cases wool plaids, 1 case
madder handkerchiefs, 1 case cambric handker-
chiefs, 8 cases hosiery, 2 cases children's striped
socks, 1 case portmanteaus, 1 case shawls and
longs, 2 cases underclothing-, 2 cases stays
total 154 packages, Scott, Dawson, and Stewart.
Ex Kishon, barque, from Glasgow : 409
packages gunpowder, 1 box samples, 2 boxes
galvanised nails, 10 casks limejuice, 25 cases
limejuice, 40 cases preserved juice, 1 case
strychnine, 1 box cutlery, 1 cask shot, Messrs.
B. D. Morehead and Co.
Ex Kishon, barque, from Glasgow : 286 boxes
tobacco pipes ; W. S. Mackie.
Huckaback is “a strong linen or cotton fabric with a rough surface, used for towelling and glass cloths.” Winceys are “A strong, lightweight twilled fabric, typically made of a mixture of wool with cotton or linen.“ From http://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/1399032 (Brisbane Courier May 22nd)
Ex Kishon, barque, from Glasgow 286 boxes tobacco pipes (clay) ), W. S Mackie
Ex Kishon barque, from Glasgow 50 boxes clay pipes, S Hoffnung and Co
The Mercury (Hobart, Tasmania) of 7th November 1877 carries the information that the Kishon, described as a very smart looking barque, having departed Mauritius on October 1st arrived in Hobart on 6th November. The cargo being imported included 6,148 bags sugar and 5,000 gunny bags. The two passengers were Mr and Mrs Kesh. Captain McDonald gave the following particulars of the voyage
The Kishon left Mauritius on October 1, at 4 p.m., and had light variable winds to 35º S, then the usual westerly winds till November 1, when, in lat. 43.51S, long. 133.37E, the barometer fell to 28.52, and in increasing breeze from the N.W. set in, terminating in a terrific gale; at 4 p.m. rounded to and prepared for the worst, and until 2 o’clock on the morning of the 2nd inst. it blew a perfect hurricane from the W.S.W. during which the ship lay with her lee rail under water, and scarcely moving otherwise; at 6 a.m. on the following day the gale abated, and the ship was wore round and sail made. Up to November 5 it was a continuation of hard gales with snow and sleet. Sighted South Cape N.N.E. five miles on the 5th inst. at noon and took the pilot on board at 8 p.m. the same night, arriving in the Cove at 11 o’clock on the 6th inst. The barque has come into port in excellent order, and looking none the worse for the very stormy weather which she has encountered.
The Mercury article continues
The passengers speak in the highest terms of the captain, and desire us to express their thanks for his kindness towards them during the voyage.
Per Kishon - 9720 bags sugar. Consignees -
Dalgetty and Co.
From https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/TS18791184.108.40.206 (The Press, 12th December 1879)
STABBING - Peter B. Hanson, a sailor on
board the barque Kishon, was summoned for
stabbing John Soder, another seaman on
board the vessel. The summons was served
on the previous day, but accused had deserted
from the vessel since. A warrant was issued
for his apprehension.
Friday, December 12,
STABBING - Peter Bernard Hansen, for
stabbing Thomas Soder, on board the barque
Kishon, was called. Mr Nalder appeared for
prosecutor. The accused did not appear, and
a warrant was issued.
There was also in the Lyttelton lock-up last
night a man named Peter Bernard Hansen,
charged with stabbing his mate on board the
barque Kishon. The prisoner failed to appear
when the vessel was in port, and the prose -
cutor having left he will probably be charged
with disobeying a summons.
It looks as if justice finally caught up with him – presumably he had been hiding in Lyttelton all this time It is interesting to note that the newspapers reported the routine arrival and departure of the Kishon, and that this appears to have been the first, and last, visit of the Kishon to New Zealand. The Adelaide Evening Journal records the arrival of the Kishon, with Master J. McDonald on Friday January 16th 1890, with departure from Lyttleton on December 24th. This journey also shows up on the Passsengers in History web site run by the South Australia Maritime Museum.
September 1881 – New York to Dublin
From Dublin Daily Express of 23rd September 1881
SAMUEL BOYD is now landing ex Barque Kishon,
from New York, 2,750 Barrels Royal Daylight Petroleum.
Also a quantity of Deodorised Naptha or Benzonline,
which he offers to the trade on reasonable terms.
Dublin: 46 Mary Street.
The barque Kishon, bound
from London to Appledore, became parted from
her tug through the breaking of a hawser off
Lundy, and was driven share at Bude Break-
water at 7 in the morning. All hands were
saved by the rocket apparatus. The cap-
tains dog jumped overboard and was saved
by one of the men. The vessel became a
total wreck in a few hours. A sailor named
John Harris, of Brixham, in a freak attempted
to reach the wreck, not withstanding the endea-
vour made by a few bystanders to restrain him.
He succeeded in breaking away from them, ran
down the slopes of the breakwater, and perished
in the sea. He was one of those actively
engaged in the early morning in helping to save
the crew of the Kishon.
The article then continues to describe other wrecks of that storm. From North Devon Gazette of 11th November 1890
APPLEDORE VESSEL, WITH THREE
For the last fortnight we have had a contua-
tioh of gales and scarce a single vessel has dared
cross the Bar.On Thursday evening, after a lull,
the wind freshened and at ten o'clock it was blow
-ing a perfect hurricane. During the day several
of the little vessels, tempted by a fair wind and a
brighter appearance of the weather, got under
weigh, with the result that they were out in the whole
gale, and a fearful night the poor fellows must
have experienced. Grave fears were entertained
of their safety, and the place was in a state of
utmost excitement and suspense. As soon as
telegraphic communication was opened on Friday
morning the excitement became more intense.
The first news was that of the barque Kishon, of
Amble, from London bound to Appledore for
repairs at Mr Robert Cock's Richmond Dry Dock,
Appledore.Men had been sent from London by Mr
Cock to bring the vessel round to Appledore,
therefore the whole crew, except the captain, con-
sisted of Appledore men. Although experiencing
bad weather all went with the Kishon until she
rounded Land's End, whe she had to stand the
full fury of the hurricane. She was in tow of a
powerful tug boat, but nothing could keep her
from drifting towards a lee-shore. When off Bude
the tow rope parted, and the Kishon was left to
battle with the hurricane as best she could, her
crew know only too well nothing could save her
from going on shore. Fortunately being on a
neighbouring, but rock-bound coast, they knew
the best place to let the vessel drift, in order to
get a better chance of saving their lives. This
they succeeded in doing, and all were saved by the
life-saving apparatus. This was indeed good news
for many a poor anxious wife and mother, but up
to one o'clock nothing had been heard of our own
Vessel was first sighted labouring in the bay off Bude, but such was the force of the wind that it was impossible for any craft to remain offshore, and she drove ashore on the ridge of rocks reaching out from the end of Bude breakwater. Distress rockets were fired and after the rocket lifesaving crew had mustered and collected their equipment, the apparatus was used to save all the crew. Her captain advised those onshore that they had been in tow of the steam tug AUSTRALIA, but that off Trevose Head the hawser had parted leaving the KISHON to the mercy of the NW gale. ‘Never was there a more complete wreck which has gone all to pieces, her timbers and spars being all mixed up in inextricable confusion from one end of the breakwater to the other. The masts went overboard soon after noon on Friday, and complete destruction followed. On Monday the wreckage was sold and realised about 100.’ (2) gives owners as T S Howett of Reading and the master as Duthie. Year Built: 1862 Builder: J Gardner Where Built: Sunderland Owner: A Richardson and Son Master: J Duthrie Crew: 8 Date of Loss Qualifier: A
I assume the 100′ was 100 pounds, which would be £11,200 in today’s money.
Sale of the Wreck
There was a sale by auction, by Mr Crutchett, on Monday 17th November, of about 100 lots of broken firewood, as well as the beams, spars etc listed below. There was an auction, by Mr Crutchett, on Thursday 18th December 1890 of the wreck. Consisting of pitchpine masts and bowsprits, oak, pitchpine and elm beans and plankings of great length, oak floors, fitted for shed and gate posts, various other useful building material, iron pillars, several tons of knees, and various old iron, large quantity of metal bolts and sheathing, wire rigging, coils of new wire, sails, bolts of new canvas, ropes, blocks, paints in airtight tins, junk lumber &c. Also the ships anchor and chains, which are nearly new. It looks as if there were some items left, and probably some extra salvaging, as there was another auction, on Monday May 18th (presumably 1891), of wreckage material recovered from the DEEP BLUE SEA, consisting of 1,000 feet runs of Oak, Pitch Pine, and Elm planking 9 to 12 inches broad by 4 inches thick; 30 squared Oak Posts; long new Hemp Rope; Wire Rigging; Chains; Blocks; Bolts of New Canvas; Wrought and Cast Iron; Junk, &c.
Another Box auction
The same auctioneer sold Meadow Farm, which had been owned by Mr John Box, in 1901, about ten years after the Kishon auction.
This is from the Cornish and Devon Post, 28th September 1901. This John Box was born in 1823 in South Petherwin.
Who bought the bell ?
It seems likely that the connection between the Box family and the bell is that it was bought after the wreck was salvaged, by some member of the family who was living in the area in 1890. It is unlikely to be William Braund Box, as he was living in Clerkenwell, and died in 1891, however his son, Arthur Williams Box – my Great Great Uncle, had returned from London to run the Iron Foundry at Marhamchurch around 1886. His wife, Elwina (nee Joyce) predeceased him and they did not have children of their own. His nephew, Leonard Arthur Box (my Grandfather), was one of his inheritors, which is probably how the bell ended up at Little Cucknells.
From Glasgow and Liverpool the Kishon cargo included bales of raw cloth of all sorts, as well as sacks and haberdashery and finished dresses.
The Kishon took 90 horses from Brisbane to Cooktown, as the gold mines were some distance from the town and potential gold seekers were advised not to join in the gold rush without a horse.
While the Captain seems to have stayed the same over many voyages the crew were probably paid per voyage, and might sign on again, or join another ship if they had a better offer. Where lists of the crew members exist they seem to have come from many nations.
Thomas Howitt, Captain from 1873
He would also appear to have become, at least a part, owner by 1890.
James McDonald, Captain from 1876 to 1880
James McDonald was born in Orkney, about 1850 and the Kishon was his first command,having been Mate in 1875 under Thomas Howitt. He later settled in Melbourne, Australia and had his own shipping company. He returned to Orkney to live with his family in the 1890’s One of his sons, George, born in Orkney after the family returned, also went to sea and gained his masters ticket in the Australian and African coastal shipping industry.
It was a long fine summer. Of course it was ! Weren’t all the summers fine and hot when you were a child ? We went to Shanklin on the Isle of Wight, where we’d been before, stayed in a bed & breakfast and hired a hut right on the beach. We made this into a second home, my mother, sister & myself. My father didn’t come. He didn’t like the seaside and hated sand ! My grand parents with Aunt Nell and her grown up* daughter Dorrie were there too, and this year Aunt May, whose relationship I never fathomed, came too, with her teenage son Phil & his friend Timmy. Sue & I greatly despised them. They teased us and easily escaped, leaping when chased. I’ve still not forgotten sitting on the hut steps with my eye in a cup of water to get out the sand Phil had thrown. It was amazing to hear a few years later that Phil was a fighter pilot & Timmy was decorated for his part in the Dieppe raid. Granny & her sister, Aunt Nell would sometimes leave their desk chairs & newspapers, to go, greatly daring, for a paddle. Shoes and stockings discarded & skirts held high enough to display voluminous bloomers, they would stand bravely in the little ripples of sea. A larger wave over their ankles would be greeted with shrieks of surprise. Sometimes Grandpa would join them, trousers rolled up & there’d be back chat & laughter.
Sue & I were constantly in and out of the sea, running on the warm firm sand. We made large sand castles with turreted towers, arches and moats, using metal spades with wooden handles, or turning out sand pies from tin pails. When the tide came in we would frantically try to defend our castle from the encroaching waves, piling yet more sand on the crumbling walls, till the sea swept in on all sides. Then surely it was time for lunch ? My mother and Dorrie would concoct all sorts of lovely meals on a little primus – but the only detail I remember was a little kettle with a folding handle. To go to the small shack by the steps was a great treat – to get ice creams. Sometimes we would hear a cycle bell & a hoarse shout of “Stop me & buy one” from the Walls ice cream man. This was something we never saw at home so we would hope eagerly that someone, probably Grandpa, would send us to get cones for everyone.
Another treat was to go to the rocks at the end of the bay, to clamber about & gaze fascinated into the rock pools. Tiny fish, shrimp and scuttling crabs inhabited this other world. Red beadlet anemones waved their tentacles for prey but withdrew with lightning speed to become a jelly like lump if gently touched by a human finger. Winkles and whelks wandered under the water, & limpets clung to their rocks, never to be prised off. Seaweeds, so dull and limpish on the beach were transformed under water, beautiful fronds of brown, green & red floating gently.
In the evening after a high tea we might go along the pier, enjoying the adventure of being out strolling in the warm air amongst all the other holiday makers. For country children to be in such a crowd was another excitement. One evening we went to Community singing in the Chine to join in old folk songs under the trees strung with fairly lights. I was much affected by the song “Poor Old Joe” & clearly recall weeping in the dark for the old negro.
One night for a tremendous treat we went to the pictures to see what my mother thought was a cowboy & indian film. Too late she recognised the title “The Four Feathers“. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards ! It didn’t help to come out to unlit & unfamiliar streets & walk a subdued return to the B & B.
By now the adults would have realised this would be the last such holiday for many years. The streets were unlit for a practice blackout & searchlight fingers beamed out to the stars. In the last few days groups of children labelled & each draped with a little brown box & holding small cases, huddled miserably at street corners. Evacuees. Now the sunny blue sky held strange little white puffs of cloud as distant ack ack guns were fired. But Hitler was not going to shorten our holiday.
On the last afternoon, Friday 1st September, clutching at belongings from the beach huts we all trooped up the road. Nearly every house had its windows open & the wireless on. We went silently, Sue & I oppressed by something we didn’t really understand & by the grim expressions of the adults, hearing the 6 o’clock news as we walked. Then I felt only anxiety when I heard Dorrie say firmly to Aunt Nell “Now Mother, if it’s war, please don’t faint here” though now the memory makes me smile.
Our return was chaotic, for trains were packed with people going home early. We stood crammed together in the Portsmouth train, lunchless, for the boys with the food were further down the train. My mother, Sue & I got out at Guildford (the rest went on to London. We were met by my father, triumphant. He had managed to get some tarred brown paper & had been putting up our blackout.
The lovely weather continued. Sunday 3rd of Sept. was a beautiful sunny day.
This is where my mothers account finishes. She would have been ten, almost eleven at the time. The description of the marine life shows her early interest in marine biology, which would in later years take her to Dale FortField Study Centre, where she would meet my father.
My Grandmother on my mother’s side was born Lilian Gladys Cansdale on 13th February 1901. Her parents were James Cansdale and Elizabeth (née May). She had an elder brother, Jack.
I have inherited some information about members of the Cansdale and May families and have also done some research, and here are some notes about them.
Born 13th of February 1901 and Baptised on 28 April 1901 at St Mary’s, Stoke Newington.
She worked for the Bank of England, and there is or was a picture in the Bank of England staff magazine titled “The Unbeaten Relay Team” and Grannie is one of them. She was a good runner. There should be a copy of the picture somewhere.
I don’t know if this is how she met my Grandfather, Leonard Box, as he would have been working as a solicitor in the City.
James Cansdale (1866-1947)
James Cansdale was born in 1866 in Fordham, Essex. The son of George Cansdale (1838- ) and Elizabeth Maria Watts.
In the 1891 Census he is, aged 23, a Hotel Superintendent, living in a Hotel beginning with A. (This was probably Anderton’s Hotel, 162-165 Fleet Street, St Dunstan in West, City of London).
There was a pub on this site from 1385. According to an article in The Spectator it had “a great reputation among men from the Cornish tin mines, who would usually stay at Anderton’s when in London. and who used it, indeed, as a kind of bourse.”
In the 1901 Census he does not show up, but Elizabeth Cansdale, age 36, is shown as Widowed, and living at 43, Prince George Road, Stoke Newington (OSM) with son Harold, aged 7 and daughter Lilian aged 2 months. Also living at that address are her father, Joseph May, aged 75, and Elizabeth May aged 74, and her sisters Matilda, aged 40 and Eleanor aged 26. My guess is that he was working away somewhere and the Census taker assumed that a woman acting as the head of the household must be a widow. This was on the 31st March.
By the 28th April the Baptism record for Lilian Cansdale shows James resurrected and living with Elizabeth at Prince George Road.
By the 1911 Census James, Elizabeth and Lilian are living at 61 Bradbourne Street, New Kings Road, Fulham (OSM). His profession is shown as Caterer (own account, i.e. Self employed). Harold, who would now be 17, is no longer living with them.
At the time of his death on 13th February 1947 his address was 20, Chipstead Street,Fulham, (OSM) (just down the road from Bradbourne Street), but he actually died at Little Cucknels. He left £1641 12s 7d. to Harold Cansdale, chief steward, who is referred to here as Jack.
Elizabeth May (1865- 1942)
The 9th child of Joseph and Elizabeth May, she was born in Stoke Newington in 1865. In the 1871 Census she is shown as being aged 7 and living with her parents, her older brother Samuel (aged 14) and her older sister Matilda (aged 11). They are living at 11, Union Street, Hackney (which does not seem to exist any longer).
She married James Cansdale in June 1893 in Hackney. Jack is born in 1893 and Lilian in 1901.
She died in 1942.
George Cansdale (1838-?)
James Cansdale’s father, George, was born in CopfordP, Essex about 1838. He was the son of William Cansdale, born about 1814, in Aldham. In the 1851 Census William’s occupation is shown as Railway Labourer. George was the eldest of seven children. In the 1851 Census, aged 13, his occupation is given as Agricultural Labourer. His younger brother, William, aged 9, was a Rook Scarer. They lived at 33, Turkey Cock Lane, Copford. (OSM).
He married Elizabeth Maria Watts (a flower maker according to her marriage certificate) on 24th June 1860 at St Jude, Bethnal Green. (OSM). The church was bombed in 1941 and the site is now Pythology Nature Reserve.
Jack Cansdale (1893-1953)
My Grandmother’s older brother, he was christened Harold James Candale, like his father, and was the civilian in charge of the Officers Mess at Catterick Camp in Yorkshire.
He was in the Merchant Navy during the First World War, and according to my mother was a Petty Officer, or probably Ship Steward, which was an equivalent rank, and was his occupation given on his marriage certificate.
On 28th July 1918 he married Violet Lilian Palmer (1894-1983) at St Dionis, Parsons Green, Hammersmith and Fulham. They had one son, Harold Edward Cansdale.
I believe Jack was a ARP Warden during the Second World War.
He died on the 14th of February 1953 at Ivydene, Thorpe Road, Kirby Cross (OSM), which I suspect was a care home, possibly the one which is now The Firs. His house was called Chatworth, also on Thorpe Road.
Harold Cansdale (1927-1948)
My mothers cousin, he was known in the family as “The Boy”. He played with my mother, Jane, and Aunt Sue at Little Cucknells, but was sent with white shirts and other unsuitable clothes.
According to my mother he was in the Green Howards, although according to the Suez Roll of Honour he was in the Royal Corps of Signals.
Date of Birth
Date of Death
National Roll of Honour
Armed Forces MEMORIAL
CANSDALE, Harold Edward
3rd GHQ Sig. Regt
Fayid War Cemetery
He could have joined the Green Howards, and then moved across to Signals, or been attached to them as a Signalman.
The son of George William Cansdale (1871-1972, he lived to 101 !) and Alice Louisa Soper (1871-1948), he is labeled “The zoo man” in my mothers copy of the family tree. The connection is via a dotted line which does not track the exact relationships, but his siblings are on the paper copy too.
His Wikipedia entry, and obituary in the Independent tell the fascinating story of his life.
His Grandfather, also called George Cansdale, was also born in Copford, Essex, around 1840, and seems to be been, by the 1881 Census living at 1 Vine Cottages, Stamford Hill, Hackney.
Born about 1828 in Bethnal Green, he was a plasterer – and in the 1881 Census a JourneymanPlasterer. He married Elizabeth Sadler (born 28th May 1828, in Stoke Newington), and they had ten children, one of them being my Great Grandmother, Elizabeth May. Of the children, all but two were girls, and one boy died young, so the girls mostly moved out into domestic service as soon as they could leave home.
He was living at 54, Pullens Place, in the parish of St John at Hackney in 1851. Pullens Place no longer exists.
He was living at Pullens Place in 1855, when Sophia is baptised.
I think he is living at 11, Union Street in 1871, and 1881.
In 1991 he is still a plasterer, aged 65, living with wife Elizabeth, and daughter Annie at 34, Sandford Terrace, Hackney St John.
Born about 1848, in Stoke Newington.
In the 1881 Census she is living with her parents at 11, Union Street, and is a Cook (Domestic Servant). She would be 33, and is presumably working from there as a cook in some other house. In 1991 she is Domestic Servant, living with her parents.
In the 1901 Census she is possibly a servant, aged 53, to the Fincham family at 4,Gloucester Terrace, Greenwich
In the 1911 Census she is living at 4 Chipstead Street, Fulham (OSM), as a Lodging House Keeper, along with her sisters Sophia and Emma.
Born about 1851 in Stoke Newingon
Some time before 1881 she married Peter Findlay, as in the 1881 Census they are living at 79, Rotherfield Street, Islington (OSM), probably as tenants of Jane Green (widow aged 50) and her son and daughter.
Peter Findlay was born about 1851, in Tealing, Forfar, Scotland. By 1851 he was a single soldier, living at the Royal Horse Guards Barracks, St Pancras. By the 1881 Census he is a Police Constable, which he remains until the 1911 Census, when he is a Police Pensioner.
By 1891 they are living at 5, St Dunstan Street (it looks like) in East Ham. Their daughter, Maud, aged 9, is now living with them.
In the 1911 Census they are living at 6, Wentworth Road, Manor Park (OSM) and Maud, now aged 29, is a Clerk
Born about 1851, in West Hackney.
She became a housekeeper for Queen Mary at York Cottage. Aunt Sue inherited a blue and white vase from her. My mother inherited a water stained table, possibly from the nursery of George VI. We think this pie crust table may be the one she is referring to. It certainly is water stained, but does not appear to have a “Maple & Co” stamp, as York Cottage was furnished from them.
By the 1911 Census Emma is living at 4 Chipstead Street, Fulham with Annie and Sophia.
She was baptised in Hackney on 2nd December 1844, when her parents were living at Pullens Place.
She ran a boarding house for Clergymen at 4, Chipstead Street, Fulham. She had a Dutch lodger called Van Linshooter who was thought to be in German pay and committed suicide. Joseph May formally identified the body.
By 1911 Annie and Emma were living there too.
Dorrie inherited the house.
Died young – I don’t have a year of birth, or any other details
Born about 1857, he was a plasterer, like his father. He married Harriet Gibson, and by 1901 they were living at 59 Sandbrook Road, Stoke Newington with 6 children. He had 7 children in total, but the youngest was born in 1903.
Born about 1861 – according to my mothers notes she was paralysed at birth, but this seems unlikely as by 1881 she is, possibly, a Servant, Domestic at 22 Middleton Rd, Hackney, for the Oatley Family. By 1891 – possibly a Servant for the Forsaith/Machell Family at 3, (something) Stoke Newington
By 1901 she is, aged 40, living at 43, Prince George Road, Stoke Newington, with Joseph, Elizabeth – and Elizabeth, Harold and Lilian Cansdale.
My mothers notes simply say “died young”.
In the 1881 Census there is, living at 11, Union Street with Joseph and Elizabeth, a one year old Grandson called Alfred F May. He could be an illegitimate son of Annie, who is also living with them.
Born about 1872, and known in the family as Nell. She married George Richmond (Alfred George Richmond), on 13th July 1901 at St Mary, Stoke Newington.
He was a Hotel Clerk in 1901, and a Hotel Wine and Cigar Salesman by the 1911 Census.
They both lived at 59, Sandbrook Road at the time of their marriage in 1901.
They lived at 31 Chipstead Street, Parsons Green, Fulham S W at the time of the 1911 Census.
They had a daughter, Dorrie, born in 1904.
They lived in an Edwardian Semi Detached house in East Sheen, in Richmond, which I think was where Dorrie and Sid lived, even though Dorrie had inherited 4, Chipstead Street.