One Man’s Story…

With hindsight it probably wasn’t a great idea to go to Avebury on the day of the summer solstice. We knew better than to go near Stonehenge because of the crowds that gather to see the sunrise, but it hadn’t occurred to me, when I decided I wanted to walk down the avenue of monoliths in nearby Avebury, that there’d be an overflow of stone-huggers from Stonehenge.

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Read about it on Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avebury

Anyway, we set off across idyllic countryside – England in June on a brilliant hot summer’s day, what could be nicer? Somehow we missed the turning for Avebury and as it was coffee time we stopped at a nice-looking pub. A pub with shelves full of books – it took the Engineer some time to drag me away. When we left, I had two books with me; as he  said: ‘Oh good, more books, just what we need.’ As indeed we do, you can never have too many books.

One of the books is called ‘Mrs Green Again’ by the elegantly named Evelyne E Rynd and it was published in 1915. I paid a pound for it solely because of a pencilled inscription inside the front cover.bookinscription1915haddoncropped

It’s dated 1915 and written in very faint pencil: A copy of this book was one of the last things Esmond acknowledged receiving. He said, “I was glad to see dear Mrs Green again: I think she’s funnier than ever.”

It doesn’t take a genius to work out that something happened to Esmond in 1915 and it doesn’t take a genius to suspect what that could have been. I suspected that M Haddon was his mother and I felt that she would have wanted to feel that he wasn’t forgotten.

Thanks to the wonders of Google, I found him.

Capt Harold Esmond Haddon  born in India, 29th December 1888, Killed in action in Kut-el-Amara, Mesopotamia, 24th December 1915

He was very brave, was Esmond, mentioned in despatches, and he was only five days away from his twenty-seventh birthday when he died. He’s  buried in Kut War Cemetary which is in Baghdad and  I found his army record:

Rank: Captain, Regiment: 119th Indian Infantry (Mooltan Regiment)

Honors/awards: 3 Times Mentioned In Despatches

I also found a family history page but there are discrepancies, for one thing he’s credited with a wife whom he apparently married at the age of twelve! but the basic facts seem to agree.

Harold Esmond HADDON was born on 29 Dec 1888 in India. He died on 24 Dec 1915 in Kut-el-Amara, Mesopotamia.  Letters of Administration granted to his wife, Margaret Haddon, on 4 Jul 1916 in London (This has to mean his mother whose name was Margaret). Harold’s (known as Esmond to his mother) effects were valued at £300.3.10. He was a Captain in 119th (Mooltan Reg) Indian Infantry during World War 1. He was buried in Kut War Cemetery, Iraq. There is an inscription in Langham Baptist burial ground to Harold: “Lieut Temp Capt 119th Infantry (The Mooltan Reg) Indian Army, younger son of T.W. Haddon, born Dec 29th 1888. Killed in action at Kut et Amara, Mesopotamia on Xmas eve 1915. Mentioned in Dispatches.” Prior to going to war Harold was living at 4 Hervey Road, Blackheath, Kent. (Taken from a genealogy site)

I’m quite sure that the M Haddon who wrote the note in my copy of the book was Esmond’s mother Margaret and I hope she would be glad that another mother, a hundred years after the Great War began, found her book and thought fondly of Esmond.

I haven’t read the book yet – it looks hard going, tales of a cockney charlady’s wit and wisdom as told by a lady visiting the vicarage where she chars. But I’m glad it cheered Esmond up – he probably needed a few laughs.

As for Avebury – we couldn’t park anywhere near it and it was full of earnest-looking people communing with the stones: hugging them, holding hands in circles round them, and a few people actually picnicking round them. We thought we’d try again another day and went off to find another pub for lunch instead.

And finally, a nice 5* star review for The Dead Queen’s GardenCharlotte Richmond, young widow with a shady past, has settled down in Hampshire living with her late husband’s grandmother and close to her brother and sister in law Lily and Barnard. It is Christmas and Lord and Lady Granville have moved to their country house nearby when Lady Granville’s lady’s maid is found dead in the grounds of their home. Then a young woman dies after being taken ill following a Christening party held by Lily and Barnard and Charlotte’s nose for a mystery starts to twitch.

I found this book entertaining reading. Charlotte is far from being a conventional Victorian heroine as she is resourceful and curious and interested in things which no well bred young woman should be interested in. She finds plenty to occupy her curiosity over the Christmas period, though her enjoyment is dampened at times by the impending death of her friend Elaine Knightley.

I had worked out what was going on though not who the murderer was quite early on in the story though I still enjoyed finding out exactly who was responsible. I recommend this series to anyone who likes historical crime with an unusual heroine. The series can be read in any order.

 

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5 thoughts on “One Man’s Story…

  1. It’s a fascinating bit of history, isn’t it, I feel so sad for his mother. An older cousin of my mother’s lied about his age and enlisted at sixteen. His mother was in bed with her newborn youngest boy a year or two later when Clive, her eldest, appeared at the end of her bed, in his uniform. The telegram arrived next day. Apparently this was a well-documented phenomenon! He was only about 18 or 19 even then, so dreadfully sad.

    • These stories remind me of some family history – but with a happy ending. In 1917, my aunt, aged 15 and flighty, would not agree to be the particular girlfriend of a fellow schoolboy, aged 16. He ran off and enlisted. His headmaster somehow got him to return to school [he was their most promising student] and lectured my aunt on how she must be more tender to such a brilliant and sensitive young man. She did, he won 3 scholarships to fund his studies; and they eventually married. But my God, he had to woo her for ten years. I have inherited all the gifts and pledges of affection. He was City Editor of The Times for years.

  2. A most enjoyable read, Nicola. Your sleuthing genius comes over well. So many unsung heroes, who did their bit and vanished unsung. It’s quite moving that you discovered Esmond in this way. But there’s another question…how did the book end up near Avebury?.

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