Monday, January 6, 2025

Günter and Erika Kohler

 


 


From Germany to Ireland

An Interview with Günter and Erika Kohler, 21st May 1997





Erika and Bernd



Early Lives – Erika



Erika Michaelis was born on the 25th of April, 1925, and grew up in Fürstenwalde, a provincial garrison town of about 25,000 people on the river Spree. She has a sister, Gerda, about two years younger than herself.

Erika left school when she was fourteen, at about the time that the Second World War broke out. Until then, she wasn’t really aware of the approach of war, but things soon changed. For a year she had to work as a   sort of ‘home help’ in a household. This was compulsory for girls when they left school (boys had to work on the land for a year when they left school). She went to the central registry and was assigned to a house.  The place where Erika worked was in the town, so she could return home at night. The work was difficult and tedious, as it involved doing all the housework. The person she worked for was not very nice. She was only fourteen at the time, and received a pittance of about five Reichsmark per month.

After a year, Erika started to work in a factory in the town. It manufactured light bulbs and employed many people. The factory was a part of a complex which produced armaments. In the war, they continued the production of light bulbs but other parts of the complex were involved in secret war work. She earned about twenty Marks per week and got on well with the other girls. They often had sing-songs during which they would “sing their hearts out!” They also had social evenings.


Julius Pintsch AG produced lightbulbs at their Fürstenwalde-Spree Plant.


During World War II the factory focused on the needs of the German navy.
In mid August 1934, Pintsch was awarded a contract to manufacture the G7a,
newly developed electric propulsion torpedo, a device unknown 
to the British until one sunk HMS Royal Oak in 1939.


Early Lives – Günter


Günter


Günter was born on the 12th of July, 1922 and grew up in Berlin. He had a half-sister called Gerda who was ten years older. When the war broke out, he joined the navy, despite never having seen the sea! He felt that by joining the navy, he would learn skills that would be of use after the war – provided he survived! This was much less likely in the army. He was stationed in Fürstenwalde, where as an engineer he was working on the development of one-man midget submarines. It was here that he met Erika.


Looking for a Shoemaker

Günter and Erika met for the first time on the street. He had a pair of shoes under his arm, and he stopped her to ask for directions to the shoemaker. In fact, he was right in front of the shoemaker, but he didn’t realize this, being a stranger in the town. Erika’s first impression was that he was a “nice boy!” That was during the summer of 1943.

They didn’t meet again until the Christmas party in the factory, and they were engaged to be married soon afterwards. Their marriage took place in Fürstenwalde (photos of the church) in February 1944. It was a simple affair, as would be expected during such difficult times. Günter was home on leave at the time. After returning to his duties, he had another period on leave before being posted to Italy. The couple had a son born in December 1944 whom they named Bernd.


Marriage of Erika and Günter

Wartime Fürstenwalde

The war was very real for the inhabitants of Fürstenwalde. There was an air-raid on the wedding day of Günter and Erika. They were forced to spend their wedding night in the air-raid shelter. There were many bombing raids, as it was a prime target area due to the proximity of an airfield. Erika’s family had their own shelter in the yard, and they often spent entire days within it. It was very difficult, but at least they got away with their lives and their house was not damaged by bombs.

In 1945, the entire town was bombed out and many people were killed. A few doors away from Erika, there was a woman with ten children who all perished in one night. Erika could never forget that poor woman. The next day, they went to see the ruins – they probably should not have done so but curiosity got the better of them. There was a three month old baby who was never found.

Günter’s mother lived alone in Berlin. She was bombed out on three occasions. Her house was destroyed, so she arrived on Erika’s doorstep in Fürstenwalde. “Please, let me in, I have nowhere to go to!” She stayed for a few days before going to stay with her daughter.


 Fürstenwalde toward the end of World War II



One-Man Submarines

Günter was involved with secret war work, designing one-man, or ‘midget’ submarines. These submarines were about 14 feet (?) long and were intended to perform the same sort of functions as conventional submarines, but under the control of one man. Once they were designed and built, they were brought to Italy. They were transported by articulated lorries over the Brenner Pass in winter – a difficult journey.

Günter was initially in Venice, and was then moved to Trieste before December 1944. He worked to perfect the submarines. They worked well, but had nothing to shoot at! The war was well advanced by that stage, and the allied invasion of France and Italy had begun.


The one-man German submarine was called Biber (Beaver). The proto-type was developed in 
Lübeck in 1944, and was armed with two G7e torpedoes. 
It was 8.9 m (29 ft) long.

Prisoner in Belgrade

The Americans took Günter in Trieste.  The Americans did not care much about them, and handed thousands of them over to the Russian army, who in turn gave them to Josip Tito, who was emerging as the leader of post-war Yugoslavia.

Günter and his fellow prisoners were forced to march to Belgrade, a distance of 330 miles. They had to march a fixed distance per day, and those who could not were simply shot. Many died on the way. Before they left Trieste, many of Günter’s comrades stole from wagons and stores – they had two pairs of shoes, two uniforms, and were so packed with provisions that they could barely move! Günter packed his rucksacks full of cigarettes and butter, taken from the wagons, which he planned to use to bargain with. The march took months. Many of their guards, Yugoslav partisans, had bare feet. “They were a bunch of undisciplined layabouts, but they had the guns so they were right!”

When they reached Belgrade, they were put into camps and segregated by their proficiency in various fields. The Yugoslavs were looking for specialists, and as Günter said, “The war is finished, we have lost now, I may as well do the best I can, I could do with a good job!” Accordingly he volunteered. He was still in good health despite the march.

Günter worked in a factory making central heating units. He was skilled in electrical welding, and he showed them a few things, as they did not have the faintest idea. Günter overcame his POW status to become the foreman, in charge of the Yugoslav workers, most of whom were Macedonian (?). The factory made flanges and big pipes. When the items were tested successfully, they received extra rations.

Günter was in a separate group of about twelve prisoners of war, who lived in an old house in a factory yard. The prisoners fixed up the house so that they had bunks, central heating and a shower. Most of the educated Yugoslavs spoke German, so there was no problem communicating. They treated Günter reasonably well, but he knew of men who were beaten half to death because they were obstinate or argued back. Günter said to himself that he hated pain, so he co-operated!

Günter remained in Belgrade until November 1948, when he was released. Four of his fellow prisoners had to remain. The director of the factory who stayed, and who was freed, depending on who was needed. “If you filled your quota, you were free!” He returned home with honours, and a recommendation from the factory that he was a good worker, and he could go back at any time.

Russian Zone

Conditions in the factory at Belgrade were luxurious compared to those in Fürstenwalde. At the end of the war the bombing stopped, but conditions deteriorated when the Russians took over.  There was very little food; certain items were rationed while many things were simply not available. They had to beg, borrow and steal to survive. The Russians were in control of everything, including jobs and food, and treated the local people very badly. The streets were renamed after Lenin and Stalin and the children had to learn Russian in school. It was like a Russian colony.

Erika did not know where Günter was for a year after the war ended. She heard nothing until a card arrived through the Red Cross that he was alive and well. It was a relief after a year and half of not knowing. After that Erika sent a card and they could write to each other.

Erika was still living with her parents. They could get half a pint of milk a day for the baby and a couple of spoonfuls of sugar. Everyone clubbed together to save all rations for the child. The baby had dysentery and typhoid. He is very lucky to be alive today as he was practically dying for the want of food.

This went on until 1948 when Günter came home. He decided they would leave Germany the first chance they got as he could see there was no future there and he would not work with the Russians. Travelling was very restricted and everyone had to show their passport.

Günter came home to Germany in November 1948 and in the new year he got a job in a factory making conveyor belts.[2] The factory worker was a learned man and was fond of Günter. He was a German and had built the factory up from scratch. He did not want to work for the Russians either and began a plan to escape.

“See Wolf”

In the north of Germany on the Baltic coast is the island of Rügen. The town of Stralsund is nearby. The factory owner, Walter Kuneth, asked Günter to go to Rügen to work on rebuilding a 54’ yacht. Only the hull was in existence as the yacht had sunk during the war off the northernmost tip of the island. They didn’t know (or ask) who the hull belonged to, but it had been a luxury yacht before the war and had won a race from Germany to Australia. They renamed it See Wolf.


See Wolf


Günter was the main person working on rebuilding as he had naval experience. He was helped by men from the factory that went up a few times a week. The hull was towed to the village of Seedorf and rebuilt so that when completed it had 8 berths with a further two in the wheelhouse.

Erika and Bernd moved up to Stralsund while Günter was working on the boat. They stayed for a while on a barge and in lodgings. When the boat was finished they lived on board. They were there for a good while.


Cabin of the See Wolf


In 1950, Erika was pregnant with Marion and when the baby was due Günter sent her and Bernd home to Fürstenwalde. The plan was that she would have the child there with her parents and return to Stralsund afterwards. The day after Marion was born, Erika’s mother sent a telegram to Günter but it came back marked ‘address unknown’. They were flabbergasted; they did not know where he had gone. Then they read about it in the papers that Walter Kuneth, his 2 sons (aged about 6 and 8) and Günter had escaped to West Germany. Erika knew nothing about it and had to read about it in the papers.

Escape to West Germany

When Erika was having Marion in Fürstenwalde, the situation had deteriorated rapidly in Stralsund. The postman came with a telegram for Walter Kuneth and the woman in the local pub phoned him and told him that people were coming to look for them. The secret police had been suspicious of them as they had been doing things to fix the boat which were not “quite kosher”. As soon as he heard that they were being sought, Walter said to start the engine as they would go. On board were his two young sons Peter and Garth (?) and Günter. They started up and went along the coast towards the Kiel Canal. They were pursued and shot at but were not stopped. Once they reached the Kiel Canal they were safe as that was in West Germany. They then went to Bremerhaven.

Meanwhile, Erika and her two children and the skipper’s wife and daughter were all left behind. Erika was again left alone! Günter sent her a secret letter through friends telling her to sell everything and come. Erika did not know what to do at first. They had their own flat by then. She sent bedding, blankets etc in parcels to Günter in Bremerhaven. The postman might have gotten suspicious but at that time parcels of bedding was not uncommon after the war. The authorities were not watching at that time, but everything had to be kept secret.

Günter had given Erika a friend’s address in West Berlin as a base for her to organise her escape.  It took a lot of time and planning but Günter had left money behind so she could live for the few months. Erika sent parcels of possessions to Günter and also sold some clothes and other goods. She went to Berlin and registered there in the American sector. She had to make regular visits to West Berlin. Every day, early in the morning, she left the children with her parents and went to Berlin on the first train. In West Berlin she got her papers in order, arranged for a West German passport and sorted out various details. She visited the British and American embassies. Everything was left there and not brought back to the east. There were thousands of people wanting to get out. It was easy enough to in and out of West Berlin, but everyone was searched and questioned a lot. She would say she was going to West Berlin to get food as they had everything there, including things like bananas and oranges.

Eventually everything was ready in April (?) 1951. Her parents brought her and the two children to the airport in Berlin and she flew to Hamburg. It was the first time she had been on an aeroplane. The stewardess came straight away and took Marion to where she would be comfortable and she got a nice seat by the window.

The flight took about an hour. She felt lonely leaving her parents behind. Her father was crying at the time, particularly as they did not want Bernd to go. Erika kept in touch with her parents until they died.

In Hamburg Günter was waiting for her. She didn’t know whether to scold him or be glad! They were safe now, nobody could touch them.

Bremerhaven

From Hamburg the family went by train to Bremerhaven and lived on the See Wolf “like gypsies”. There were 15 of them on board. Kuneth’s wife and daughter Rosemary had joined them and in addition there were other adults.

The plan was to go to Uruguay in South America where many Germans had settled after the war. The problem was that money was needed for the journey and to establish themselves there. So it was decided to sail there with See Wolf, using combined resources of the various families and individuals. One girl, Anna, did not pay but in return was to cook and clean etc for the others.

It was hard to live on See Wolf. Erika wouldn’t do it again as it was too crowded and peope got on each other’s nerves. They lived there for about a month after Erika arrived. They got ready for the journey, enjoying the freedom to sail where ever they chose and to make open preparations.

Most of the people on board were German who were going to leave Germany anyway. Kuneth had advertised in the paper for passengers, particularly for master tailors with their own sewing machines as he planned to set up a factory in South America. There were 5 master tailors and they all wanted to leave and all paid. There were 15 people in total, 5 children and 10 adults.

To sea in a “Nutshell”

One fine morning in May 1951, they left Germany for good. Erika said “I will never forget it. I was standing on board waving goodbye to Germany”. They planned to call to Dover, Cherbourg and Falmouth before heading south to Spain and then across the Atlantic. Erika does not think they would have ever made it as it would have taken 3 or 4 months and water and food would have been a problem. “See Wolf was like a little Nutshell”.

Günter was the only person on board who could read a compass or a navigation chart. Early on everybody, including the Skipper, was seasick – only Günter was able to sail the boat. Erika was very seasick as she had never sailed before.

Dover was their first stop for fresh water and food, but they were not allowed to land as feelings there were hostile to Germans. They were barley allowed get food and water for the baby who was 4 months old by then. They did not stay long.

From Dover they went to Cherbourg where they had a great time and took on more food and water. They people were very friendly. Before they reached Cherbourg they had sailed half way up the Seine to Paris because of a navigational error!

Falmouth was the next port of call – by then Erika had had enough! They were welcomed there and the mayor gave them a civic reception. See Wolf was lying beside big ships and the crews invited them to take showers as they had no showers on board. They stayed there for a few weeks because the weather was atrocious in the Bay of Biscay.

When they heard that the weather was good, they set off to Vigo. They were in the middle of the Bay of Biscay when a huge storm came up. They were terrified. They lost their sails, the dinghy, all the charts and the engine broke down. Everything went wrong. The water came up in the bunks and Erika thought that they were going to drown. The loss of the charts meant that they were sailing “blind”. Erika thought it was the end. Günter calculated on a school atlas belonging to one of the children that their only hope was Ireland. So they drifted north.


Günter

Ballycotton

The engine was broken so they just drifted along. Nearly everyone was seasick including Erika who was very ill and could barely look after Marion who had not been washed for weeks. They were very short in food and water.

They drifted up and could see Ireland faintly in the distance. Günter reckoned that they should arrive at Cork – this was good reckoning as they were in fact just off Ballycotton. They were wondering how they were going to make it in when up came the old Innisfallen going to Swansea. They were delighted to see her and raised a flag asking for help. The Innisfallen came over and with a loud speaker they asked what was the matter. They said they were very glad to see her and asked them to organise someone to pull them into harbour. Erika was so glad to see land! Everyone was relieved.

Crowds gathered to watch them arrive. The local people were swarming all over the place. The press were also there and the photographs were taken of them all. The main attraction was Marion – everyone wanted to see the East German baby! Erika put her on the pier and took a photo of her. Later, Marion was out in the pram in the road and people kept throwing money into her pram!

At Ballycotton they had to seek permission to wash their clothes. They washed and washed and hung the clothes over the pier – Erika wished she had taken a photo of it! It was a sight with the whole pier full of clothes! People invite them into their homes and the house on the corner (pub) invited them in and gave them a party. Local people were very good to them and brought them eggs, milk for the baby etc. The Red Cross came and brought them food too. They could not eat it all they had so much!

The priest came down and the bells were ringing so he invited them to go to church. They did not know that Ireland was a Roman Catholic country; in fact they knew nothing about Ireland. They went to church on Sunday, although they were mostly Lutherans.  

Only one of the group, Hans, spoke English. He came from south of Germany, was a pilot during the war and had been a POW in America so he spoke good English. He did all the interpreting. He was a master tailor and made suits for everybody. Mr. Connolly of Ballycotton still had the suit up to a few years ago! Hans later went to America and is now dead.

The group stayed in Ballycotton for about a month and applied for asylum and within three days they had it. Günter and Erika decided to stay – Erika refused to go any further! The others did not want to stay permanently in Ireland. They were impressed by the Gardaí. The Garda who came to see them was very casual, didn’t want to know any details and said that they should receive asylum without any problem.  He also brought Günter his first pint of stout! No policeman would do that in Germany!

Günter had his first job in the harbour; some fishermen asked him to fix an engine and paid him £5, which was a lot of money then. They needed the money badly, but they wished they framed it as their first earnings in Ireland!

Howth

In early July they sailed to Dublin. By then the air compressor on the engine had been fixed but unfortunately it broke down again in Wexford. Günter had to row to land and then walk to a garage to get it fixed. The journey to Dublin was not too bad.

In Dublin they tied up at Butt Bridge and people came down for sightseeing tours! They all wanted to see the baby. People were very good and brought more food and money to enable them to buy napkins, powder etc for Marion.

The group were all together then, but were starting to get on each other’s nerves. They had had enough. Günter and Erika said “they can do what they like, we will go our own way”.

The group stayed at Butt Bridge for a good while before sailing to Howth. There they did some fishing with the boat and sold the fish. They got a house up by the summit called “Wind Whistle”, beside the tram station. It was very nice and romantic! The skipper and the Kohlers shared the house which was quite big and had tow kitchens etc. The other in the groups either slept in a summerhouse in the garden or on See Wolf.

The Kohlers came to know the area and were treated well as people brought them vegetables and other gifts. Bernd, then aged 6, started school (Howth National School) for the first time. He picked up English very quickly. Maura and Eva O’Mahony from Howth were great friends and kept in touch for years afterwards.

Dispersal

The Kohlers liked Howth and did quite well, but the group continued to get on each other’s nerves from being together. They had all different goals and ambitions. After a while the group split up and the Kohlers went to Dun Laoghaire. They quickly lost touch and did not see any of the group again.

Of those who arrived on See Wolf, some were sent back to West Germany as they ran up debts in Ireland. The skipper tried to “get rich quick” with suit making, but it didn’t work out and he became discontented. His marriage broke up and he eventually went back to Germany. His wife left with a Norwegian skipper. Another of the group died in Ireland. Hans went to Canada and America. Anna married one of the men on board, Heinz (?). They never heard anything more of the group. The Kohlers were the only ones to remain in Ireland.

As for the See Wolf, it is said that she was sold to somebody who went pearl fishing in the Caribbean.  Maybe she is still sailing around!

Diving in Dun Laoghaire

Günter got a job as a diver in Dun Laoghaire harbour, retrieving valuables which were on board a yacht which had sunk in a storm. They family moved to a beautiful flat on York Road, owed by a Mrs. Hutchinson (?) who was a very nice old lady. They paid £2.10 a week for the flat which had a big drawing room, two bedrooms, kitchen etc. Bernd went to school in Dun Laoghaire National School and Marion started walking.

After six or seven months the diving ended and they were at their “wits end” to know how to survive. Günter could not get a job in Dublin but heard of work in Cork. So “he swung himself on a bicycle” and cycled all the way to Cork! It took about 5 days. Erika was left alone again.

To the Funfair

Günter got work fixing the machines that were used in Perk’s amusement park in Cork. He worked on the generators, lighting and other mechanical aspects. He first worked at Perk’s near Victoria Cross in Cork and then at their amusement park in Youghal.

When Günter was in Youghal he sent for the family who travelled down by train. He got a room for them; it was peak season in Youghal so there was very little available. The room was very poor compared to their nice flat in Dun Laoghaire. Erika said it was like going from a castle to a dungeon! However, the children had a marvellous time in Youghal. Every day they went to the amusement park where they had rides for free and al the ice-cream they could eat. Erika sunned herself on the beach, so it was a great summer!

Wicklow

By the autumn, Günter’s job was over. By then he had met a German who lived and worked in Wicklow town in a fertiliser factory which was going to be built up.  He was looking for a top man to “run the show” and when he put the proposition to Günter, he immediately accepted it.

Günter went to Wicklow and the family followed. They stayed in Wicklow for 12 years and loved the place. It was their real home. [1]

Günter was manager at Shamrock Fertiliser which was owned by a Belgian, Mr. Vandenberg (?), who was very good to them. They family first stayed in a little house by the harbour. One day, Mr. Vandenberg came down and saw it and was horrified. He got them a lovely house by the golf links, semi-detached, 3 bedrooms with all modern comforts. Erika’s second daughter, Ingrid, was born here in 1954.


 

               Erika, Ingrid, Bernd, Günter, Marion



‘Sunnyside’

After some time they could afford a house. Günter’s earnings started at £8 a week and rose to £20 a week. Günter bought a house in Ashford for £1000. When they went to see it, Erika asked where the house was as it was so overgrown by brambles, trees and all sorts of vegetation! It had not been lived in for 8 years.

They soon got it fixed up and Günter got help from factory workers to clear the garden. The workmen repaired the floors and windows and it soon was a grand place: two bedrooms, sitting room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom etc. It was on half an acre of land and had a lovely apple orchard with it. They were “as happy as Larry” there.

They got their first car when living at ‘Sunnyside’. Günter also built a cruiser in Wicklow, buying as old hull and building a cabin on it. It was used for pleasure and was called the Nomad.

Cork

In the 1960s, the fertiliser factory was taken over by Gouldings and Günter had the option of remaining in Wicklow or going to Cork where they were looking for a top man. It was decided to move to Cork.

It was terrible selling the house as they had put their hearts into it. The children were all settled in school and the Kohlers really liked the area. However, they moved to Cork in 1966 and Ingrid started in Ashton Grammar School. They bought a bungalow on Tramore road, Günter worked in Gouldings and everything was fine. The only problem was Marion who had been very ill at about this time with a tumour on the hip. She was in and out of hospital, but fortunately got better and had a lot of treatment in the Orthopaedic.

The family remained in Cork from that time. It was a long way in distance and time from the meeting outside the shoe maker’s shop in Fürstenwalde!


RTE Radio Broadcast featuring Günter (Timeless 21 June 1991.

"Gunther Kohler pursed his education as an engineer by joining the German Army as a U-Boat sailor in 1941. He was captured by the Americans and sent to Russia and then Yugoslavia until his release in 1948. Gunther's Wife Erika had not seen him in years since their marriage and birth of their son. His unhappiness with the occupation of Germany by Allied forces, they decided to leave for Ireland after the birth of their second child. He left his wife and family and sailed towards South America, but after a storm ended up in Ballycotton in Co. Cork. Erika joined him later to make a new life in Ireland."



 The St. Louis Review, Volume 11, Number 26, 29 June 1951

 Notes

[1] The minutes of the meeting of the Wicklow Urban District Council held on 7 December 1954 (page 5), place Günter on Dunbur Road.  

[2Walter Kunath, Treibriemenfabrik und Weberei, Eisenbahnstraße 29Fürstenwalde 

Births

Bernd Jurgen Kohler was born on 15 December 1944.

Death Notices: 

KOHLER, Erica  Cork COR IRL; Irish Examiner; 2000-12-4; 
KOHLER, Gunther; ; Cork COR IRL; Irish Examiner; 2001-3-9


 

Sunday, November 19, 2023

Arras Cathedral (Pas-de-Calais, France)

 

Cathédrale Notre-Dame-et-Saint-Vaast d'Arras


Postcard of Arras Cathedral damaged during World War One. 

You can read more of the cathedral's history at Abelard.org.













Will you come back to Bom-Bombay?

 



As Rod Stewart and Ronnie Wood vibrantly remind us, "every picture tells a story". The scene below shows a moment of farewell as the soldier is about to leave his posting in India and head back to England. The postcard was produced about 1908, and features a mixed-race relationship long before it became a modern meme. The woman has doubts about the man's long-term commitment, questioning whether his feelings toward her are lasting, or whether she will become a victim of 'out of sight, out of mind'.




The postcard belongs to the 'song card' genre, but shows only the opening stanza. The full lyrics are:


On a sunny summer's day, there was sailing from Bombay,

A big and stately troopship that was going through the spray

To mighty England many miles away.

A soldier gazed with pride, on his sweetheart by his side,

Said he "Goodbye, my treasure, I shall soon be on the tide,

And when I come back you shall be my bride"

But as she was uncertain of his love — with many sighs,

She murmur'd as the love-light came into her coal black eyes:

 

Will you come back to Bom-Bombay?

I'm grieving now you're leaving,

For a land so far away.

So sad and lonely I shall be

All the time that you're away

Tell me true — tell me, do,

Will you come back to Bom-Bombay?

 

He exclaimed "My sweetheart kind. though I'm leaving you behind

And may not see your face for years, you'll never, never find

That you were out of sight and out of mind.

Though weary years may go, and between us oceans flow.

I'll prize you even more. for little girl I have you know

In the absence of my fond love will stronger grow."

She hung her head in silence— her poor heart began to beat

And when she made him answer, it was only to repeat:

 

"I am thinking, love" said she "When you land across the sea,

Some other girl may come along and gain your sympathy,

And then perhaps you'll be forgetting me

There are scores of girls divine in their silks and satins fine

In the country you are going to, but sweetheart I opine,

No heart could ever beat for you like mine

The last "Good-bye" was said and as the vessel left the shore

She waved her handkerchief and cried in broken voice once more [1]


The song's lyrics and music were written in 1905 by Henry 'Harry' Castling, A. J. Mills and C. W. Murphy.[2] Castling and Arthur John Mills were English lyricists of music hall songs. The Manchester-born Charles William 'Billy' Murphy was a prolific British composer of music hall and musical theatre tunes. It was performed by Victoria Monks, and released by B. Feldman & Co. All of these individuals are acknowledged at the bottom of the postcard. The song was also known as Will you come back to Bom Bombay? 

The verso of the card is equally interesting. Between 'Post' and 'Card' is the logo of the publishing company. It is comprised of a shamrock, whose stem is twisted to read '& Co.' Shamrock & Company was a publisher of postcards, and was the brainchild of Felix McGlennon. His parents were born in Ireland, so his choice of the shamrock is understandable. However, it led to litigation, because it was deemed to deceive the purchaser. The gist of the legal argument is outline in the article below.[3


The Family of Felix McGlennon

Felix McGlennon was born in Glasgow on the 30th of January 1856. Both of his parents had migrated to Scotland from Ireland before the Great Famine of 1845-52.[4] His father, Cornelius McGlennon, was a shoemaker, who married Sarah Kerr on the 26th of June 1842 in Glasgow. According to the 1851 census for Scotland, the family was living at 12 Market Street, Glasgow. Cornelius was born in 1816, and Sarah in 1825. They were living with their daughter, Mary, born in 1848 in Glasgow, and their unmarried niece, Letitia Black, who was also from Ireland and worked as their domestic. The family was still residing in Glasgow when the 1871 census was taken. However, by 1881, Felix had moved to Openshaw, a suburb of Manchester, and was residing, as a boarder, in the household of a widow named Mary Lawton. He is described as a 'Song Writer (Author)'. While in Manchester, Felix married Louisa Wilson in 1886. The 1891 census for England and Wales reveals that Felix and his family had moved to Lambeth, a district in South London. He is described as an author and composer. Felix and Louisa had four children:

  • Felix Cornelius (1 February 1888-1918)
  • Maria Louisa (9 December 1889-1903)
  • Herbert (December 1891-1964)
  • Louisa (1895- )

Felix Cornelius was born in Manchester, and christened at Our Lady of Mount Carmel in Blackley on the 26th of February 1888. The 1911 census shows that he was working for Shamrock & Co. as a 'commercial traveller of pictorial postcards'. At the time, he was living in Prittlewell, Southend on Sea in Essex. His employment was terminated by the First World War, and he died of his wounds on the Western Front in the closing months of the conflict on the 9th of September, 1918. He is buried in the Commonwealth War Cemetery at Aire-sur-la-Lys, a commune in the Département du Pas-de-Calais. He was a Lance-Corporal in the 15th Battalion, Essex Regiment. His service number is 251711.

Maria Louisa was born in Salford, and christened in the Roman Catholic Cathedral of St. John the Evangelist on the 19th of January 1890. She died as an infant.

Herbert was born in Lambeth. In 1901, he lived in Croydon. He married Ella W. Yates in June 1922 at Knaresborough, a town in North Yorkshire. He died in Surrey at the age of 73 in 1964. She died in Surrey in 1993. 

Louisa is found in the 1911 census as a novitiate in St. Edward's Convent, run by the Sisters of Mercy. 

***

As the lyrics of Bombay proclaim: 'Some other girl may come along and gain your sympathy'. And so she did for Felix McGlennon. In the 1901 census, he is described as a 45 year old, married, songwriter, but his wife is no longer living in the household. Instead, we encounter a 'housekeeper' by the name of Edith L. Jury. She was 28 at the time, and presumably the object of Felix's desire. Edith appears in the 1911 census as Edith McGlennon, 'disguised' as Felix's mature daughter. Also present is Felix's 'love-child', Ivy McGlennon, born in 1908. During this era, divorce was out of the question for a Roman Catholic, and on such occasions form was more important than substance.

Felix's disenchanted wife, Louisa, abandoned the family home and her children. In 1901, she is found living alone on Crewsdon Road in Lambeth, and by 1911 as a married woman of 'private means' and as a boarder in the household of George and Mary Hattersley of Lambeth.  She died at the age of 52 in March 1915. By the conventions of the day, there was no respectable period of mourning on the part of Felix. He married Edith within a month of his wife's death. 


[1] Source: John Baxter
[3] New Zealand Tablet 21 January 1919, page 108.
[4] Their origin and the profession of Cornelius are given in the 1851 census for Scotland.

Wednesday, November 15, 2023

Irene Wood: an evacuee during World War II

 


My mother, Irene, was born on the 9th of February 1928 at 32 Hanover Street, the home of her parents, Walter Wood and Ethel Lomas Wood. It was located off the once-vibrant Cross Lane in the City of Salford. The house was part of a long terrace of two-up and two down houses, typical of working-class dwellings in Britain's industrial cities. By modern standards, it would be considered unfit to live in. The front door opened onto the street, and the only 'greenery' to be seen was the moss growing between the cobblestones of the road. The house had no kitchen as we understand it, but a scullery, which contained a cold-water tap, the only source of water in the house, a stone sink and a small gas stove. There were no bathing facilities and the toilet was outside at the end of 'the yard'. The yard was walled and paved with flagstones, and was as wide as the house, that is, about twelve feet across. It contained a small makeshift coal bunker, the dustbin and a clothesline. The back door of the scullery opened onto the yard, which had its own wooden door that led to the 'back entry'. This narrow entry ran the length of the terrace, and was shared by the rear of the houses that formed another, parallel, terrace. This is mentioned because, by the beginning of 1940, the back entry was covered with concrete slabs to form a bomb shelter. This afforded protection from shrapnel, flying glass and debris, but not against a direct hit. 

Hanover Street with the back entry in yellow
Source: National Library of Scotland



When war was declared on the 3rd of September 1939, my mother was 11 years old, and my grandparents decided that she should join the 20,000 children that were being evacuated from Salford. The city, with its vital docks on the Manchester Ship Canal, was also a centre of strategic industries, making it a prime target for the Luftwaffe. Irene's sister, Doris, was three years old when the war broke out, but she remained in Salford under the care of her grandmother, Frances Lomas. In September 1939, Ethel began her lifelong career in engineering, and was trained as a lathe operator in the manufacture of airplane parts at Sir John Farmer Norton's factory on Silk Street, Adelphi, Salford. She continued her war work at Thomas Bradford's Crescent Iron Works (1940-41), and the electrical engineering company, Dorman and Smith (1942-45). She worked 10-12 hour shifts, almost everyday. The wages were good, affording some black market purchases. Walter attempted to join the RAF, but his work on the railway placed him in a reserved occupation


Left to right: Edith Rawlinson, Irene Wood, Betty Royle, Ella Collaro [1].
Neighbourhood friends who were evacuated together.
Taken in 1939 at Ryecroft Hall, Hambleton, near Poulton-le-Fylde, Lancashire.


My mother was evacuated from Cross Lane Station, which was serviced by the London, Midland and Scottish Railway (LMS). 

Cross Lane Station (looking westward). The bridge carried Cross Lane over the railway tracks, 
and the Station Hotel can be seen above it.
 

Her destination was Ryecroft Hall in Hambleton, a village located about six and a half miles northeast of Blackpool. This meant travelling by train to nearby Poulton-le-Fylde and then crossing the River Wyre by bus to the village. All the children wore a name tag, and carried their gas mask and a small suitcase containing their clothes.  In addition, they were given a carrier bag containing food items, which included a block of chocolate, a packet of biscuits and a packet of cream crackers. Some of the older lads, bent on mischief, began tormenting the girls with the warning that "When this is gone, that's your lot. You're going to starve to death." Whatever tears this taunt generated soon dried as the group arrived at the village hall to a feast of sandwiches, fruit and lemonade. Most of the Salford kids had never eaten a grape before, and the food was devoured in about ten minutes! 

Irene, Edith, Betty and Ella were billeted at Ryecroft Hall, the residence of the businessman, John William Lewis. He was the son of John Tetlow Lewis, J. P. of Westfield House, Patricroft and the sole proprietor of James, Lewis and Company, cotton manufacturers and merchants, (later called John T. Lewis & Sons), of 22 Fountain Street, Manchester, with offices in London, Glasgow and Belfast.  

The girls attended the local school in Hambleton. Life at Ryecroft Hall was in sharp contrast to the conditions they were used to living in. John Lewis had a yacht, with a skipper, who also served as the chauffeur. There was also a gardener, cook-housekeeper, and Margaret, the maid, all locals from Hambleton. John also had his own private bowling green located in front of the hall. He commuted by train from Poulton-le-Fylde to Manchester, where he would stay overnight for three days, but would return to Hambleton for the remainder of the week. Tea was served a 4:30 pm sharp, and dinner at 7:00 pm.



The 'skipper' of Mr. Lewis' yacht.

Ryecroft Hall

John William Lewis and his dog in the garden of Ryecroft Hall

Hothouse and vegetable garden at Ryecroft Hall

The niece of John William Lewis, Peggy Lewis Tuppen, at Ryecroft Hall

Ryecroft Hall, Hambleton

My mother recalled that her parents came to see her at Ryecroft Hall about every six weeks, and paid seven shillings a week toward her keep at their local post office. However, fooled by the months-long Phoney War, Walter and Ethel decided to bring their daughter home. Consequently, my mother spent the Christmas of 1940 in the back entry bomb shelter. On the nights of 22/23 and 23/24 December 1940, the Luftwaffe dropped some 467 tons of bombs on Manchester, Salford and Stretford, destroying and damaging thousands of homes, one of which belonged to my mother's maternal uncle, Harry Lomas, of Fleet Street. He and his family survived by taking shelter in the cellars of the Groves and Whitnall Brewery, itself badly bombed. During the Blitz, Irene left the safety of the shelter to run into the scullery to make Horlicks as a treat for the neighbourhood children. "Were you mad?", I later asked. She responded laughingly, "No ... Spirit of Britain". My mother left school at 14, and started work in 1942 at a Manchester garment factory making clothing for displaced persons. 


When I was a boy, my father, who lived nearby on West Brownbill Street (now demolished), showed me where a bomb had smashed through the wall of the Cross Lane bridge (shown above) to explode near the railway lines next to the Station Hotel. The spot was clearly marked by the new brickwork and coping stones used in its repair. The bridge was eventually demolished as part of Salford's programme of urban renewal. It had managed to survive the bombing, but not the city planners.  

Irene's time at Ryecroft Hall was a memorable one, and she formed a sentimental attachment to the place, returning for a visit in 1955. In 1989, to mark the 50th anniversary of her evacuation, I took her back to Rycroft Hall. By that time, it had become a restaurant, and the staff were most welcoming as she regaled them with her memories. My mother died on the 13th of December 2016 in California. Mercifully, she was spared the news that Ryecroft Hall had been demolished in 2021, a casualty of the covid lockdown.



Irene at Hambleton 1955


Magazine advertisement 1970s 


For the hungry teeth of time devour, and the silent-footed years pursue.
Oscar Wilde





[1] Ella's parents were from Malta. 





Saturday, July 29, 2023

Kinsale Parish Records

Even though it is best practice to consult original documents, parish records can be notoriously difficult to read, especially when the recorder's handwriting is undecipherable. Consequently, many transcription errors are made. The task of decrypting an entry is made even more laborious when abbreviations are used, and there is no indication as to their meaning.

In the records for the Parish of Kinsale, County Cork, many abbreviations are used in recording places of residence. Place-names using an initial 'B.' are not always immediately recognizable. Moreover, a particular abbreviation is not consistent in its signification, and thus requires additional research. 

source: National Library of Ireland

In the above example, three place-names begin with 'B'; two show 'B. Road' and one 'B. Gate'. In consulting Guy's Postal Directory for Kinsale (1914), only one 'road' is mentioned, and that is Bandon Road. As such, we can be reasonably confident that B. Road refers to this major thoroughfare. 'B. Gate', on the other hand, refers to Blind Gate. Lastly, W. End indicates World's End. Unfortunately, we are not always this lucky. The place-name, 'B. R.', shown below, could be anywhere.


Frequently, the 'B.' signifies 'Bally', an anglicized rendition of Irish 'baile', which can mean 'place'.  In the seventeenth century, 'bally' was often used as a prefix, which was added to an established place-name in order to indicate that it was a townland. [1]. We see this practice below where 'B.' precedes the townlands of Rath More ('B. R. More') and Rath Beg ('B. R. beg'), even though 'bally' is not part of their official place-names. 


'B. Regan' refers to the townland of Ballyregan More, a site associated with the Battle of Kinsale in 1601-1602. In the parish record entry shown below, there is no reference to the place-name element, 'More'. This is troublesome, because, when 'Ballyregan' is searched for in the database of townlands, it yields twelve townlands of that name, none of which relates to Kinsale! It can only be found by searching 'Ballyregan More'.



'B. Mills', recorded below, is more straightforward, and refers to the townland of Brown's Mills



I became interested in this issue during genealogical research relating to a family member, John Fitzpatrick of Kinsale. The record of the baptism of his son, John, found while looking in https://churchrecords.irishgenealogy.ie/churchrecords showed the following in the search results:


The place-name transcription is 'B RN', which is based on the original shown below. 




 'B. Rn' or possibly 'B. Roc' are not readily identifiable. 

However, further research, using the Tithe Applotment Books (1814-1855), revealed that John Fitzpatrick was a Kinsale blacksmith, whose forge was located on Butcher's Row.  As such, the above abbreviation is judged to be a hurried 'B. Row'. 

Applotment Book for Kinsale 1850 (click on image to enlarge)

Butcher's Row is also abbreviated as 'Butch Row' in the following:




and can also be seen in a scribbled version below.



This brief survey is nowhere near an exhaustive list, but it does serve as a caution when dealing with transcriptions, and underscores the need for additional research and a lot of perseverance. 
 

[1] Deirdre and Laurence Flanagan, Irish Place Names 1994: 3, 20-26.