tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72882984043421542332024-03-24T05:42:32.545+00:00Ivall One-Name Study BlogThis blog contains biographies of various Ivalls and their descendants. Please contact me, Phil Taylor, on PhilT42LQS@Yahoo.co.uk if you have any additional Ivall info or pictures.Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-58487589943985601882023-07-15T08:47:00.000+01:002023-07-15T08:47:11.629+01:00Death of Robert Thomas Ivall<p><span style="font-size: large;">The General Register Office (GRO) recently launched their
new Online View service, which offers instant access to images of entries from
the birth and death registers for England & Wales. The service currently
covers births from 1837-1922 and deaths from 1837-1887. The cost is £2-50 (compared
to £7 charged for a PDF image).</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">I have used this service to order an image of the entry for
the death of Robert Thomas Ivall (1812-65). There is an item about his life on
this blog.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">The entry shows that he died on 13 August 1865 in Chalvey
(now a suburb of Slough) aged 53. His “Rank or Profession” is given as “District
Secretary to Benefit Club”. The cause of death was “Pneumonia 6 weeks, Gangrene
of Leg, Certified.” The informant was Owen Ivall (then aged 19, a son of
Robert), who was present at the death.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Robert was born on 4 December 1812, so he was actually aged 52
(not 53) when he died. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Pneumonia is an infection that inflames the air sacs in one
or both lungs. Gangrene is a serious condition where a loss of blood supply
causes body tissue to die. It can occur as a result of an injury, infection or
a long-term condition that affects blood circulation. The treatment of both of
these conditions would now involve antibiotics, which were not available when
Robert died. Surgery is also used to treat gangrene.</span><o:p></o:p></p>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-64668539249119953382022-11-27T08:30:00.001+00:002022-11-27T08:33:40.951+00:00Anthony Ivall Aust CMG (1942-2017): Legal Advisor to the Foreign Office<p><span style="font-size: large;">Anthony Ivall Aust was descended from James Ivall
(1745-1809) via Charles Ivall (1779-1832), John Ivall (1802-35), Anna Aust nee
Ivall (1827-99), Henry Ivall Aust (1869-1922) and Ivall George Aust (1907-73).</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Charles Ivall was a brother of my ancestor Thomas Ivall
(1781-1835). There is an item about the life of Anna Aust nee Ivall on this
blog. In 2009, I exchanged emails with Anthony about his Ivall family history.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Anthony was made a CMG (Companion of the Order of St Michael
and St George) in 1995. This is awarded to men and women who hold high office
or who render important non-military service to the United
Kingdom in a foreign country.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">On May 20 2018, The Times published the following:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Anthony Aust
obituary<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Unconventional adviser to the Foreign Office whose book on
international law was next to Osama bin Laden’s bed when he was shot<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW11MXMytM_r1uSR6hVY3yNbaahOv6-o6QRp9RSAc6aWae0ZxeDi1Hv2HBbq99wweHxYJSFKJdTbqblqqDXJfD-5SmQk514lTli60GUET3TJ3Dnh6w2GlU9a_Mt7xidRl5wpY1R3a0wyZNpnIk6QhBVg34x6nWBX3BinBG1pkypXn4bpuTHADy7GORxg/s1500/Anthony%20Aust.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="843" data-original-width="1500" height="356" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW11MXMytM_r1uSR6hVY3yNbaahOv6-o6QRp9RSAc6aWae0ZxeDi1Hv2HBbq99wweHxYJSFKJdTbqblqqDXJfD-5SmQk514lTli60GUET3TJ3Dnh6w2GlU9a_Mt7xidRl5wpY1R3a0wyZNpnIk6QhBVg34x6nWBX3BinBG1pkypXn4bpuTHADy7GORxg/w631-h356/Anthony%20Aust.jpg" width="631" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">When Osama bin Laden was tracked to a compound in Pakistan
in 2011 and shot dead by US navy Seals, not the least of the surprises revealed
to a watching world was the nature of his bedside reading. At the top of a
hefty stack of hardbacks that included histories of warfare was a handbook of
international law written by Anthony Aust.</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_VWER-AzphX06DTGhqMtWVgwMMCivbPRtm_LAGCcOYaUoeHlUA7YQFc54nYXXT3kW2Pm5Pg11kGKppEJ9otfEzELUsAN2Mf_H7rihVUqcQamMH8sZUS-pYCe8PBC3EYKAbmkrWM2V1gFGk0X1NI5wA2WRTkldoRUSH5RWx3YS8jaznEUyxcCbI1GAQ/s647/A%20Aust%20book.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="647" data-original-width="431" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_VWER-AzphX06DTGhqMtWVgwMMCivbPRtm_LAGCcOYaUoeHlUA7YQFc54nYXXT3kW2Pm5Pg11kGKppEJ9otfEzELUsAN2Mf_H7rihVUqcQamMH8sZUS-pYCe8PBC3EYKAbmkrWM2V1gFGk0X1NI5wA2WRTkldoRUSH5RWx3YS8jaznEUyxcCbI1GAQ/w347-h522/A%20Aust%20book.jpg" width="347" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Commentators had fun with its content, which included
sections on terrorism, and joked that after a few pages of the tome the leader
of al-Qaeda perhaps felt the need to relax with some of the pornography rumoured
to have been found in his desk.</span></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Yet Aust may have had his own views on the legality of Bin
Laden’s death, for, despite working for the Foreign Office as a legal adviser
for almost 35 years, to more staid colleagues he could appear unconventional in
dress and opinion.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Rather than being the customary Oxbridge-bred barrister,
Aust was by training a solicitor and had been educated at the London School of
Economics (LSE). As a young lawyer he had supported causes and organisations
considered at the time somewhat radical, such as the National Council for Civil
Liberties (now Liberty). In summer he might appear in the office not in a
three-piece suit, but in sandals, and in winter wear at his desk a rollneck
sweater. When Argentina invaded the Falkland Islands one April afternoon in
1982, he answered an urgent summons to Whitehall wearing his gardening clothes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Such independence of mind perhaps hinted at his strengths as
a lawyer. A skilled negotiator with a good poker face, from 1988 to 1991 Aust
was legal adviser to the United Kingdom Mission to the United Nations in New
York during the dramatic period of the end of the Cold War. In the autumn of
1988 he had an early indication of the changes to come when, unexpectedly, a
senior Soviet diplomat began to relate inside stories from the Kremlin at a
dinner party in Aust’s apartment in Manhattan. A steady thawing of relations at
a personal level soon followed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">The destruction soon afterwards of Pan Am Flight 103 over
Lockerbie triggered a series of legal issues that would dominate the last
decade of Aust’s career in government service. They culminated in the unique
solution of the setting-up of a special Scottish court sitting in the
Netherlands to try those accused of the bombing.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">He was also to play a key role in the international response
to the invasion of Kuwait by Iraq in 1990. As legal adviser, he sat next to the
British ambassador to the UN, Sir Crispin Tickell, during the many difficult
and sometimes all-night discussions in the security council. He was centrally
involved in the drafting of the early council responses and typed up the first
version of Resolution 678, which empowered states to use all necessary means to
eject the Iraqis. Despite the apparent success of the measures in procuring the
restoration of Kuwaiti sovereignty, he remained profoundly sceptical as to the
effectiveness of the UN as an institution.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Anthony Ivall Aust was born in Reading, Berkshire, in 1942,
to Jessie (née Salmon) and Ivall, a clerk at the Huntley & Palmers biscuit
factory. Young Tony was educated at Stoneham Grammar School and initially hoped
to become an architect before deciding to read law at the LSE. Later in life he
became an accomplished photographer, often taking buildings as his subjects.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">While an articled clerk in 1967, he applied for a post as a
legal adviser at the Foreign Office and was surprised when he got the job. An
early matter with which he was involved was seeking to justify in law the
government’s decision to expel forcibly from their home the islanders of Diego
Garcia in the Indian Ocean. This was done to provide a base for the US
military, later shared with Britain. Although successive governments have
denied acting illegally, Aust found the task distasteful, and the issue remains
a source of bitter dispute to this day.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">From 1976 to 1979 Aust was legal adviser to the British
military government in Berlin, a legacy of the Second World War. His office
looked out on a golden German eagle, and behind his desk was a complete set of
records of the Nuremberg trials. His remit included the supervision of the
British contingent in Spandau Prison, which held Rudolf Hess, formerly Hitler’s
deputy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Spandau had been built in the late 19th century to house 600
prisoners. Hess, by then in his eighties, had become its sole inmate, but
conditions were made relatively comfortable for him. He was provided with a
hospital-style bed and allowed to decorate the walls with pictures of planets.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Aust had to sit in on some of Hess’s monthly family visits,
when his wife usually came. Most of the time, he recalled, she talked about
herself and life outside. Hess had very little chance to say anything. Unkind
people said that if he were to be released he would die quickly from having to
listen to her chatter.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">One difficulty that Aust had to negotiate was whether Hess
should be allowed to have a television, placed in a corridor, so he could watch
an important football match between England and West Germany. The British
wardens were keenly in favour, and for once the Soviet governor agreed, even
though it meant erecting an aerial on the roof (England lost).<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">During his final days in Berlin, Aust also had to cope with
the publication of a book by Hugh Thomas, a former British doctor at Spandau,
which alleged that the man held in the prison was not Hess but a double — and
that the Allies knew this. It said that the real Hess had been shot down while
trying to fly to Scotland in 1941 and had been replaced by an impostor working
for Heinrich Himmler. The proof was said to be that Thomas had seen no sign on
Hess of a scar from when shot during the First World War. It was decided to
x-ray the prisoner, which revealed the damage to his lung. Hess eventually
committed suicide in the prison in 1987, aged 93.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">In 1969 Aust married Jacqueline Paris. They had two
daughters, Sophie and Katherine, but the marriage ended in divorce. In 1988 he
married Kirsten Kaarre Jensen, a Danish diplomat; they met at a conference in
Montreal about the shooting down by the Soviet military in 1983 of Korean Air
Lines Flight 007.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Aust was appointed CMG in 1995 and retired as deputy legal
adviser at the Foreign Office in 2002. Thereafter he devoted himself to
teaching and to scholarly writing, fiercely rejecting any notion that he had
become an academic. His books included Modern Treaty Law and Practice (2000),
derived from his extensive experience of treaty negotiation and the operation
of treaty regimes such as that of Antarctica, with which he remained involved.
The book became a standard work of reference.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Aust’s other interests included travel, especially to
Tasmania, which he visited many times. His subtle wit was often in evidence at
academic seminars. In the style of his favourite author, Oscar Wilde, he
remarked that he saw his task as hoping to reveal a “glimpse of ankle beneath
the capacious skirts of government”.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;">Anthony Aust, CMG, legal adviser to the Foreign Office, was
born on March 9, 1942. He died after a long illness on December 3, 2017, aged
75.</span></p>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-17764968005054925472022-01-08T09:34:00.003+00:002022-01-22T08:51:04.995+00:00Ivalls in the 1921 Census<p><span style="font-size: large;">The 1921 census for England and Wales has recently been
released on the website Findmypast. The index can be viewed free. It shows 71
people with the surname Ivall. Of these, 68 are people in my family tree. The
remaining 3 are people whose details I don’t recognise and I suspect that their
actual surnames have been mistranscribed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">There are some Ivalls that I was expecting to find, who
are not listed. I have found them wrongly listed under other surnames. They are<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">-<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->William Charles Jooel (Ivall) and Florence
Bessie Jooel with their 4 children<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-size: large;">-<span> </span><span> Robert Thomas Owen Soall (Ivall) and Florence Sarah Soall with their 3 children</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">-<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->George Iver (Ivall) and Alice Eliza Iver<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">-<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Catherine Mildred (Ivall)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin-left: 36pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">-<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Percy Isall (Ivall) and Alice Isall with 4 of
their children </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">This brings the total number of positively identified
Ivalls in the census to 88. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">It costs £3.50 to download the image of a census return,
which contains information not in the index. I have purchased the one showing
my great grandparents George (aged 67, a retired cabinet maker) and Alice Eliza
(65) Ivall. They were visiting their daughter Rose Lily, who had married Walter
Edwin Kebbell and lived at 9 Medina Avenue, Newport, Isle of Wight. The house had 6 rooms. Google
Street View shows this to be one of a terrace of houses, which look to be quite large. Walter (aged
37) and Rose (35) are listed at the address with their children Joyce (7) and
Winifred (6). Walter's occupation is recorded as "Brewer's manager,
bottling dept" working for Whitbread Co Ltd at the Wighthall Brewery, Quay
St, Newport. This is about half a mile from 9 Medina Avenue. The census was
taken in June 1921, so presumably George and Alice (who lived in Hackney, London)
were visiting their daughter for a summer holiday. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">If you download any other 1921 census Ivall images,
please let me know.</span><o:p></o:p></p>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-12354051508937223392021-11-25T20:51:00.004+00:002021-11-25T20:58:13.281+00:00Leslie Robert Ivall (1922-2021)<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #626262; font-family: "Open Sans";"><span style="font-size: large;">Leslie was descended from Alexander "Sandy" Ivall (1831-1911), who emigrated to Canada from Scotland in about 1837. Alexander married Jane Kerr and they had 10 children. Their third child, also called Alexander (1855-1922), married Sarah Baldwin and had 6 children including Joseph William Ivall (1880-1957) who married Ann Kolesar in 1907. They had 9 children, Leslie being the third youngest.</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #626262; font-family: "Open Sans";"><span style="font-size: large;">An obituary for Leslie is at <a href="https://memorials.northridgefuneralhome.com/leslie-ivall/4636368/">https://memorials.northridgefuneralhome.com/leslie-ivall/4636368/</a></span></span></p>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-1849565067970639622020-12-27T11:12:00.004+00:002021-10-29T06:42:02.751+01:00Ivalls on Find A Grave<p><span style="font-size: large;">The free website Find A Grave <a href="https://www.findagrave.com/">https://www.findagrave.com/</a> contains the
names and burial locations of over 220 million people. 160.8 million of these are
in the USA, 7.8 million in Canada, 7.3 million in Australia and 6.7 million in
England. The memorials on Find A Grave contain some information about the
person’s life and often a photo of the grave.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">The website contains entries for 82 Ivalls buried in
England (73 with Ivall as their surname when they died plus 9 with Ivall as their
maiden name). 43 of the memorials also have a picture.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">A few of the English Ivalls listed, such as my
ancestor David Ivall (1816-67), were buried in common graves. A common grave was a plot which belonged to
the owners of the cemetery rather than to a private individual. These plots
were used to bury the bodies of unrelated individuals who died over the course
of a few days and did not have the means to pay for a plot with private burial
rights. These graves were not marked with any kind of stonework.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">In addition, there are 86 (69 + 17) Ivall graves in Canada
and 13 (10 + 3) in the USA on the website. There is 1 Ivall grave in Scotland
and 1 in New Zealand. There are also 2 Ivall war graves in Belgium and 1 in
France.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">It is not easy to establish where people in England were
buried. There are some burial records online but they only cover a minority of
cemeteries and burial grounds. Consequently, I do not know where many English
Ivalls are interred. If you know of any Ivall graves not on the Find A Grave website,
please contact me.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-90597995573341919512020-12-01T15:29:00.003+00:002020-12-01T15:33:03.092+00:00Emily Ralph / Dennis nee Ivall (1845-1911)<p><span style="font-size: large;">Emily Ivall was a sister of my great grandfather George
Ivall (1853-1932). Their parents were David Ivall (1816-67) and his wife Elizabeth
Ann (1817-92) nee Gibson, who had nine children. David Ivall was a journeyman
coachmaker - meaning that he worked for other people. The available evidence
indicates that he was not well off, so Emily would have grown up in a moderately
poor, working- class household.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Emily was born in 1845 in the St Pancras registration
district of North London. At this time, her family lived in Somers Town, which
included the site (next to St Pancras Station) where the British Library is now
located.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><span lang="EN-US">The 1851
census lists David (aged 34, a coach maker) and Elizabeth (33) living at 29
Bull Place, St Pancras with their children Henry (9), Georgiana (7), David (2)
and Elizabeth Ann (8 months). Emily Ivall (age given as 3 but should be 5) is
listed with her grandparents Thomas (aged 54, a coach-lace weaver) and Ann (54)
Gibson at 49 Wilsted Street, St Pancras.</span> </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">David and his <span lang="EN-US">family moved from St Pancras to Southwark sometime between 1851 and
1853. </span>By 1861, the family were living at 19 Nursery Row, Walworth,
Southwark and consisted of David (aged 44, a coach maker), Elizabeth (43),
Georgiana (17), Elizabeth (10), George (7), Louisa (5) and William (2). Emily
is not listed with them. By then she would have been 15 and might have left
home for work reasons eg she could have been living elsewhere as a servant. I
have not found Emily in the 1861 census.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">On 15 August 1864, Emily married William Ralph, at St
Peter’s Church Walworth. Their marriage certificate shows that William, aged 25
was a mariner. His father was Thomas Ralph, a labourer. Emily was aged 19. Her
residence at the time of marriage is shown as 19 Nursery Row (where her family
lived). Her brother Henry and sister Georgina Jane were witnesses to the marriage
(Emily witnessed Georgina’s marriage in 1866).</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpyiQjoi4RYIMHN5HwuWwXGhyhJ-XM9JBFA1FzuOkJcuRqwLZZhHQoux5shWJqmh200JTxxGzjEnIG1R_259gZv-6COlmx5knFgFGpxL_o9foD6WZVP2qEWHBEWwXy80qSAsKzpb_tCmeo/s2048/William+Ralph+age+23+1860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1425" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpyiQjoi4RYIMHN5HwuWwXGhyhJ-XM9JBFA1FzuOkJcuRqwLZZhHQoux5shWJqmh200JTxxGzjEnIG1R_259gZv-6COlmx5knFgFGpxL_o9foD6WZVP2qEWHBEWwXy80qSAsKzpb_tCmeo/w316-h454/William+Ralph+age+23+1860.jpg" width="316" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">William Ralph in
1860</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Emily and William had a child, Emily Elizabeth, in 1867. Another
child, William, was born in 1869 but died in 1870. Emily’s husband William
Ralph died on 17 March 1871 aged 32. His death certificate says that he was a
stoker (someone who shovelled coal into the furnace of a ship’s steam engines)
in the Royal Navy. He died from an aortic aneurism at the Royal Naval Hospital
at East Stonehouse in Devon. The census in April 1871 showed Emily (aged 25, a
widowed dressmaker) and her daughter Emily (aged 3) living at 125 Salisbury
Place, Newington, Southwark. Another daughter, Rose Jane, was born later in
1871. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Emily married James Christmas Dennis (a railway guard) on
8<sup>th</sup> April 1872 at St John’s Walworth. She was aged 26, he was 33. The
1881 census lists James (aged 42, a general dealer) and Emily living at 24
Green Hundred Road (a shop), Camberwell, which is close to the Old Kent Road.
Living with them were Emily’s children from her first marriage, Emily (13) and
Rosy (9) Ralph as well as Ann (7), Ellen (3) and James (1) Dennis, from her
second marriage.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">The family were living at the same address in 1891 and
consisted of James (52, still a general dealer), Emily (45), Charles (9),
Louisa (7) and Ada (5) Dennis. By 1901, the family at 24 Green Hundred Road
were James (62, a general carman), Emily (55), Charles (19, a general dealer),
Louisa (17) and Ada (15). Also in the household was Rose Barrett (widow, 29, a
laundress) together with Rose’s children Charles (7) and Rose (1) Barrett
(Emily’s daughter Rose had married Frederick George Barrett in 1891, but he
died in 1899).</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Charles Booth arranged a survey of London’s working class
and their housing between 1886 and 1903. His team produced a map in which the roads
were classified into 7 categories ranging from the poorest (1) to the most
affluent (7). Green Hundred Road at the northern end was classified as category
2 (very poor, chronic want), the rest being category 3 (poor, 18s to 21s a week
for a moderate family). The property at 24 Green Hundred Road no longer exists.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGQOSRu5PZjai78NWOS3BcJwz7SAJt0Ipw0cW5sj-wRLaJ1V1PtjRxw8wg4fhjw-gSuguy1tlAjvWCAn3JFVDkffh1PUVNwVTDk4OnQc2IH1A2siaD1fhU2CY6QmLMFcd9V13xAGRdf32/s1195/emralph+%2528Emily+Ivall%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1195" data-original-width="605" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTGQOSRu5PZjai78NWOS3BcJwz7SAJt0Ipw0cW5sj-wRLaJ1V1PtjRxw8wg4fhjw-gSuguy1tlAjvWCAn3JFVDkffh1PUVNwVTDk4OnQc2IH1A2siaD1fhU2CY6QmLMFcd9V13xAGRdf32/w271-h536/emralph+%2528Emily+Ivall%2529.jpg" width="271" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Emily Dennis nee
Ivall</span></p><p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">In 1911 Emily (65) and James (72, a retired carman) were
living in one room at 492 Old Kent Rd, Walworth. The census return says that 10
children had been born to their marriage, of whom 7 were alive. GRO records
show the following 7 Dennis births with Ivall as the maiden name</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Ann Ralph Dennis (1873-1931)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Ellen Alice Dennis (1877-?)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">James Dennis (1879-82)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Charles Ernest Dennis (1882-1942)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Louisa Susan Dennis (1883-1956)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Ada Dennis (1886-1973)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Florence Maud Dennis (1890-1890)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">If Emily’s 3 children by her first marriage are included,
it brings the total to 10.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Emily died in 1911 aged 65 in Camberwell. She was buried
in a common grave in Camberwell Old Cemetery on 9 September 1911. There is no
grave marker. Her husband James died in 1915 aged 76 and is also buried in
Camberwell Old Cemetery in a common grave.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;">Emily’s eldest four children, namely Emily Elizabeth (1867-1970,
she lived to the age of 102), Rose Jane (1871-1964), Ann Ralph and Ellen Alice
emigrated to Canada. Bev, one of their descendants, has kindly provided me with
information and pictures for this article.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-83107856962821993692020-11-09T14:15:00.007+00:002020-11-09T21:34:59.780+00:00Leonard Fordham Ivall Obituary<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Leonard
Fordham Ivall (1912-91) was my mother’s second cousin. There is an item about
his life on this blog. I recently found a short obituary about him, published by
the Aberdeen Press and Journal on August 22</span><sup style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">nd</sup><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> 1991, in the British
Newspaper Archive. It reads</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"> :</span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Former
architecture consultant dies</span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Retired
Elgin architectural consultant and a well-known personality in the Moray town,
Mr Len Ivall, 113 Morriston Road, died yesterday. He was 79. Originally from
Cornwall, Mr Ivall moved to Elgin while serving with the Royal Engineers in the
early 1940s.</span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">In
his professional work, he was involved with the design of many of the Royal
Mission to Deep Sea Fisherman centres in the northern half of Scotland. He also
specialised in hotel design. But his main interest, particularly in latter
years, was the Elgin Club in Commerce Street, of which he was a long-standing committee
member, trustee and served as president from 1973-1984. He was one of the small
group of local businessmen who helped the club survive when it was facing
financial difficulties in the 1960s.</span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Mr
Ivall is survived by his wife.</span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">Google
Maps shows 113 Morriston Road to be a fairly modern bungalow in Elgin.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
Elgin Club was founded by a group of eminent local gentlemen in 1863. It was
housed in imposing, purpose-built premises completed in 1869. It operated as a
gentleman’s club until the late twentieth century, when ladies were permitted
membership. The club closed in 2002 due to falling membership and increased
running costs. The building is now being converted into an entertainment venue
and boutique hotel.</span></span></p>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-1003512748585090472020-08-15T18:10:00.006+01:002020-12-06T15:19:59.003+00:00Looking for the Grave of George and Alice Ivall<p><span><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">George
Ivall (1853-1932) was my great grandfather. An item </span><a href="https://ivall.blogspot.com/search/label/George%20Ivall%20%281853-1932%29">https://ivall.blogspot.com/search/label/George%20Ivall%20%281853-1932%29</a>
<span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">about his
life is on this blog. </span></span><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">My
second cousin Paul, recently sent me a document showing where George and his
wife Alice (1856-1935) are buried.</span></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oeM9FQKQ5HSUWYIKw168COYm7ciC-K7b6pHoR4VNuOl8dL2pEKJDEfvbHXAqCsOzH8GdsnbSO2H5cnhKHKbGeieRx6YlbbjDIoeAlTD0a393iZX1XNFaoesojNbNQKMHhTKrDYh4kmLd/s2048/Grave+of+George+%2526+Alice+Ivall.jpg" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1489" data-original-width="2048" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6oeM9FQKQ5HSUWYIKw168COYm7ciC-K7b6pHoR4VNuOl8dL2pEKJDEfvbHXAqCsOzH8GdsnbSO2H5cnhKHKbGeieRx6YlbbjDIoeAlTD0a393iZX1XNFaoesojNbNQKMHhTKrDYh4kmLd/w512-h372/Grave+of+George+%2526+Alice+Ivall.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">On
the back of the document it says</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>First
Interment<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>George Ivall <span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>78 years<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>30<sup>th</sup> June 1932<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>Second
Interment<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Alice Ivall<span style="mso-tab-count: 2;"> </span>79 years<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>16<sup>th</sup> May 1935<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>Bay
Street, Dalston (where George was living when he died) no longer exists. Its
site is now occupied by modern housing in Freshfield Avenue. Tottenham Park
Cemetery is in Edmonton, North London and was opened in 1912. It is 7 miles
north of Bay Street.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>Most
of the burials at Tottenham Park Cemetery since the 1950s are of people from
the Turkish Cypriot community. The Guardian.com published an article about the
cemetery on 2 Oct 2018. It contained the following text</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span><i><span face="" style="color: #121212; font-family: "times new roman", serif;">Police have opened
an investigation after a broken skull, a shoulder blade and leg-bones were
among suspected human remains discovered lying uncovered in a cemetery. The
bones include a partial skeleton and were found at the privately owned
Tottenham Park cemetery in north London by a group of campaigners who fear that
graves are being dug up and reused without consent amid a nationwide shortage
of burial space.</span></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><i><span face="" style="color: #121212; font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>More bones have been found by members
of the Tottenham Park Cemetery Action Group who have relatives buried there.
Police and a leading forensic pathologist have confirmed to the Guardian that
some of the bones discovered in recent months are human remains. Tests are
pending on others, according to Scotland Yard.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><i><span face="" style="color: #121212; font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>The cemetery is owned by an
Essex-based company that runs two private cemeteries in London and
charges up to £4,100 per plot. Tottenham Park is one of the largest
Turkish-Cypriot burial grounds in the UK and part of it is leased as an Islamic
cemetery. While four out of five people are now cremated in Britain, demand for
burials remain high among Turkish and Muslim communities that require it
for religious and traditional reasons.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><i><span face="" style="color: #121212; font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>Concern about the management of the
cemetery has been simmering for years. David Johnson, a medical engineer who
has five members of his family buried in three neighbouring plots, claims he
discovered in 2005 that two elaborate marble structures had been erected over
two of the plots to memorialise two completely unconnected people who appeared
to have been buried there. He said he has not been able to get answers about
what has happened to the remains of his loved ones. “What have they done with
them? We think they have been dumped in a skip. I feel very angry to have this done
to my family.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><i><span face="" style="color: #121212; font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>The Burial Act 1857 makes
it an offence to remove buried human remains without a licence from the
government, or permission from the Church of England if it is consecrated
ground.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><i><span face="" style="color: #121212; font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>Scotland Yard said a man has been
interviewed under caution as part of its investigation, which began in May when
the first bones were found. It said it was alerted to the discovery of more
bones on 29 August and “a dismantled human-looking partial skeleton” on 14
September. “Police will continue to liaise with local volunteer groups and the
Tottenham Park cemetery to repatriate the [latest discovered] bones, once
confirmed as human, at the location as soon as is practicable,” said a
spokesman. Scotland Yard said that bones discovered at Tottenham Park cemetery
in May and June were forensically examined and confirmed as human.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>In
November 2018, Tottenham Park Cemetery Ltd was placed into voluntary
liquidation. In 2019 it was under new management, who say “<span style="color: black;">Our aim is to clean the cemetery and reinstate the respect
and reverence the cemetery deserves.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span><span face="" style="color: black; font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">I visited the cemetery recently to look for George and Alice Ivall’s
grave (2132, square C). Most of the memorials there are ornate and for people
with Turkish sounding names. There isn’t much space between the gravestones. In
most UK cemeteries, enough memorials have the grave number inscribed onto them
to work out where another grave is located, if you know its number. In
Tottenham Park Cemetery, very few of the memorials have the grave number
displayed, so it is not possible to locate other graves this way. I managed to
find the approximate location of square C but could not find a gravestone with
George and Alice’s name on it.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span face="" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span>I phoned the cemetery office who told me that it was very likely that
a grave from the 1930s would have been reused since then. I sent an email
asking whether they could definitely confirm this and tell me the name on the
memorial currently on grave 2132 (if there is one), but have had no reply.</span></span></p>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-72632194923508654632020-04-11T14:37:00.000+01:002020-04-20T14:40:12.810+01:00Daniel Durnford Ivall (1905-2000)<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The
following item appeared in the Harrow Observer dated Thursday 08 January 1959.</span><span style="font-size: large;">
</span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">My item </span><a href="https://ivall.blogspot.com/2012/05/daniel-durnford-ivall-obe-1905-2000.html">https://ivall.blogspot.com/2012/05/daniel-durnford-ivall-obe-1905-2000.html</a> <span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">(written
in 2012) about Daniel on this blog contains more information about his life.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">NATIONAL
APPOINTMENT FOR MR. D. D. IVALL<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In
a week's time Mr. D. D. Ivall, Assistant Chief Officer of Middlesex Fire
Service, will be leaving the county headquarters, Harrow Road, Wembley, to take
up a Home Office appointment as an Assistant Inspector of Fire Services. Mr.
Ivall has held his present rank since 1948, when the National Fire Service was
divided. Mr. Ivall's son John. who was injured in Cyprus when a Services jeep
struck a terrorist mine was allowed home for a few days at Christmas from the
R.A.F. hospital at Halton, Bucks.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">BORN
AT FIRE STATION <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mr.
Ivall could be said to have been born into the fire service, as he was born at
Dulwich fire station, where his father was serving. He joined the London Fire
Brigade in 1925, when he was 20, serving first at Cannon Street and later at
the headquarters at Southwark. In 1934 he was moved to Camden Town, with the
rank of sub-officer. After this he had 18 months at the Soho station. reputed
to be the busiest in London, two years as sub-officer inspector in the
brigade's training school, and spells of duty at Clerkenwell and Lambeth
headquarters. Just before the war he was promoted station officer, in charge of
training for the London brigade. When war came he was placed in charge of the
Lambeth headquarters and was later promoted district officer.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">TOURED
AMERICA <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">For
12 months in 1940-41, Mr. Ivall and a group of colleagues toured 46,000 miles
in the United States and Canada. In 145 cities and towns they gave addresses
and showed films, paintings and drawings of the bombing of London. Ivall was
accompanied at many meetings and official visits by Mr. La Guardia, the famous
Mayor of New York. who was Director of Civil Defence. "Those were the days
before Pearl Harbour," said Mr. lvall on Monday. "But when Americans
were shown the fires and the ruins of London, and the way the fire service and
Civil Defence went into action, with bombs whistling and crashing all around, I
think we did our share in making them realize the meaning of war." On his
return to Britain Mr. Ivall was appointed divisional officer and director of
studies of the London officers' training school, No. 5 Region. Within six
months came promotion to assistant fire force commander for an area of
Middlesex including Edmonton, Hendon and Mill Hill, with headquarters at
Highgate. Subsequently he was transferred with the same rank to the South- East
London area. In 1945 he became a deputy fire force commander and in 1948, when
the N.F.S. was disbanded, he received his present appointment as assistant
chief officer of the county service, with 38 fire stations and ten ambulance
depots in his area. In the Coronation Honours he was made O.B.E. He also holds
the King's, the Defence, the Coronation and the Long Service medals.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">This
is the 100<sup>th</sup> item on this blog. According to statistics provided by
Google Blogger, my blog has been viewed 69,700 times since I started it in 2007.</span></span></div>
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-47383573869412924612020-04-05T09:24:00.000+01:002020-04-16T13:01:29.117+01:00Grace Evelyn Taylor nee Ivall (1922-2006) : Her Life Story Part 4<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">This
is the final part of my mother’s life story. </span></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">She was a true and
constant friend to many people she met. </span></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">In 2002, she had some thickened
skin with a split in it on the sole of her foot. This turned out to be melanoma
(skin cancer). She had several operations to try and cure it, but it returned
and eventually was the cause of her death in March 2006. During her illness she
showed great fortitude, was grateful to others and managed to get some pleasure
from life.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Friends<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">During
all my life friends have played a very big part. I’d like to mention a few more
of them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Ida and for many years, her husband Eric (he died in 1995). Ida was my rival at
school but since 1949 and a chance meeting in Erith she has been a staunch
friend. We’ve brought up our families side by side and shared the ups and downs
of life. Ida lives nearby (in Northumberland Heath). She is well and happy with
a new partner, Ted (he was nearly 90 when she met him!) and I see her quite
often.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and I made friends at Barnehurst Methodist Church Young Wives group. We are
both now well into our eighties! Needless to say, we’ve shared many experiences
over the years.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and June are friends from many years ago. Ron was Eric’s office friend and he
taught Eric to drive (in 1947-48). June and I became chums and spent many days
out together. June is a widow now but still a valued friend.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sheila
and Jim recently came back into my life after thirty years. What a happy day
that was!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">These
and all the other friends I mention in my story, have a special place in my
heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grace and Eric at
their golden wedding anniversary in 1994<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Time
moved on. Evelyn married and left home to build up a life and family of her
own. Philip was working and soon he too was leading an independent life. My
mother died in 1970. Eric and I became “Derby and Joan”. The big house wasn’t
really necessary any more. The work in the garden seemed to be arduous, tiring
and rather wearing. By 1996 it was time to scale down and take life easier.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">After
unsuccessfully looking for our dream bungalow in the Marlow area we settled for
a retirement flat in Bexleyheath (with an appropriately botanical name - Fern
Court). We “thinned out” our possessions, had the flat decorated and carpeted
and moved in. I’ve always thought that the move was right for us and I’ve never
regretted the choice that we made. What matters most to me is that Fern Court
has given me new friends, particularly Olive. I thank God for their friendship
and for that of the many kind folk from the United Reform Church where Olive
and I go regularly together. Our move was on 13th June 1996. We had one more
year of good health and then in the summer of 1997 unfortunately health
problems began to arise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grace with her old
school friend Cathie<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
first sign that anno domini was affecting me was severe atrial fibrillations
which resulted in my having to have a pacemaker implanted in October 1997. This
took place at St Thomas’ Hospital and was the start of a long association with
St Thomas’ and its partner Guy’s Hospital. At this time, Ruth, who was once a
neighbour, became my faithful companion accompanying me on regular appointments
there. We went by train in those days. Ruth visited me every day during the
three week stay that I had in St Thomas’ Hospital after my second foot
operation. Thank you Ruth.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As
the years went by Eric fell victim to myasthenia and he also had a series of
mini strokes (Transient Ischaemic Attacks). It was one of those attacks that
finally led to his death in May 2003. Eric died just 3 months before his
ninetieth birthday and had he lived nine months longer we would have achieved
our diamond wedding anniversary (60 years of marriage).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I
think I have coped with widowhood reasonably well, although I miss Eric’s
companionship beyond words. I do realise that I have only “kept going” because
of the help that Philip gives me, in many ways taking Eric’s place. Philip
works with quiet efficiency keeping all my paperwork and problems under
control. He is my constant companion, taking me to numerous tedious hospital
appointments and also taking me out on pleasure bent. I’m told many times
“You’ve got a good son”. “Couldn’t be better” is my reply to that. I value and
appreciate all that he does for me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Before
concluding my story there is one more person who is very dear to me that I
haven’t yet mentioned - my niece Valerie. Dear, loving, caring Valerie with her
optimistic nature and her ability to cheer up bouts of despondency. Valerie has
only recently come into my life regularly and frequently, as she has spent all
her life looking after her mother (Eric’s sister Vera) who died aged 87 in
December 2002. Vera had no hearing at all so needed to be communicated with by
lip reading and sign language. In her later years she became nearly blind as
well. But Vera had one great blessing in her life, her daughter Valerie who
looked after her with total devotion, kindness and love. Now that Vera is no
longer with us, “Auntie Grace” benefits from that love and care!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Since
Eric died my own health problems have escalated (melanoma is the operative word!)
but my problems have been greatly eased by my wonderful “back up” team. Evelyn,
Philip and Valerie have helped me in every possible way (including boosting my
morale) and I am eternally grateful. I love them all dearly.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">It
is now February 2005 and my story is nearly over. I hope it hasn’t been too
tedious reading it. I suppose it’s a fairly ordinary pattern of achievement but
to me it has been quite special and I’ve benefited from all my caring family
and friends that have shared it with me. So thank you all.</span></span></div>
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-26086162168479939802020-03-28T18:49:00.001+00:002020-03-29T07:52:21.583+01:00Grace Evelyn Taylor nee Ivall (1922-2006) : Her Life Story Part 3<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">After the War,
Living in Barnehurst<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div>
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was demobbed in February 1946 and given three months leave. We stayed in
Cambridge living with my mother and Old Pop in Paradise Street (it was Paradise
to us then). It was a lovely spring and we cycled miles across the traffic
free, flat Fenland country to places like St Ives and Ely. We also punted on
the River Cam and walked across the meadows to Grantchester. All was well in
our (and many other people’s) lives.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">So,
at ages 32 and 24, we started our “real” married lives and turned our thoughts
towards acquiring a home of our own and a family. This meant returning to the
London area as Eric was still employed by the LCC (they had made up his army
pay to his full salary all through the war years). We wanted a house somewhere
in the London suburbs, we didn’t mind where. We had some ex-office friends
living at Potters Bar (a northern suburb of London). They suggested that we
went to live with them whilst we were searching for our “dream home” and we
gladly accepted. However, this arrangement didn’t work for long for a strange
reason. All food was tightly rationed and our friends had a fourteen year old
son, David. David used to eat our rations in secret! We were always hungry as a
result!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">One
day in early September 1946, Eric and I visited his Dad who lived with his
third wife in Woolwich. A chance look at the local paper showed an advert for a
terraced house in Barnehurst. We decided to look at it and set off by train to
Barnehurst station. I had never heard of the place before but found it pleasant
enough, reasonably leafy - typical suburbia. The house was at 309 Parkside
Avenue, about a mile from the station. Parkside Avenue was a long straight
road, on the local bus route and 309 was at the far end. We looked it over - it
was a middle terrace, 3 small bedrooms upstairs, two rooms down with a bathroom
and toilet downstairs built on the back. It also had a small glass roofed
(freezing in winter) kitchen extension on the back. As you can imagine, houses
weren’t easy to come by at that time as there were thousands of demobbed
soldiers looking for a home. The house agent who showed us round said “You’ll
have to make up your minds straightaway as I’ve got a lot of other people
waiting to see it”. We said “Yes” - the house cost £1,195 freehold (£5 deposit!).
The advert had been put in the paper for the first time that day. Fate had
taken a hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grace (fourth from
left) with her old school friends Edna (second) and Ida (third), c1952. </span></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Eric (first from
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We
lived in 309 for eleven years from September 1946 to September 1957 and during
that time both our children were born. Evelyn June, our first child, made her
debut at the Russell Stoneham Maternity Home (just around the corner) in 1949. She
was a big baby and a horror, crying incessantly in the early weeks of her life.
It was a hot summer and wool vests for babies were a “must”! However, she grew
up to be a daughter to be proud of. She went to Normandy school for the
preliminary years (under the tuition of the eccentric Mr Newman) and then to
Erith Grammar School. She obtained 11 O levels and achieved A levels in
Physics, Chemistry and Biology and decided she wanted to be a doctor. Her
training was at the Royal Free Hospital and after getting her medical degree
there she went on to get many other qualifications, finishing by becoming a
Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons in the faculty of Anaesthetics. Evelyn’s
medical training lasted 10 years. Soon after she got her final qualification
she married Brian (in January 1979) and then gave us three grandsons Michael,
Christopher and Peter (all now over six feet tall). Evelyn’s life is full and
busy as she is a Consultant Anaesthetist at High Wycombe Hospital and most
important she gives her time to caring for her family and has a happy loving
home life. I benefit too in that I have a kind and attentive son-in-law and
three grandsons to be proud of. Despite her “action packed” days Evelyn manages
to find time to devote and care for me when needed, even though she lives at
Marlow, 80 miles away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our
second child, a son, was born at the Russell Stoneham Maternity Home in 1953.
He was a bonny baby and much less demanding in the early days of his life than
his sister had been. We named him Philip William - Philip after the Duke of
Edinburgh (it was coronation year and the royals were very much in the
limelight), William after his male grandparents on both sides of the family. At five Philip started at Barnehurst Primary School
under the headmistress Mrs Munford - a strict and formidable lady who commanded
discipline and respect. At aged eleven Philip followed in his sister’s
footsteps and went to Erith Grammar School, where he later became Head Boy. </span></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">Philip
decided to choose science A levels (after achieving 10 O Levels) and he passed
three with good grades which qualified him for a place at Bristol University.
He studied chemistry getting a BSc degree, following it with a MSc and then a
PhD. He was now a Doctor, so he’d kept up with Evelyn. After 6 years at Bristol
University it was time to start work. Philip’s first job was at RHM (Rank Hovis
McDougall) Research in High Wycombe, where he stayed for three years. He next
obtained a job with the Wellcome Foundation in Dartford where he worked as an
analytical chemist. After 12 years he transferred into project management which
he did for a further 11 years before retiring (aged 50) as the result of the
Dartford site closure (by then Wellcome had been taken over by Glaxo who then
merged with Smith Kline Beecham).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">During
this period when our children were growing up - our family (Eric, me, Evelyn,
Philip and Meo, our black cat) moved from Parkside Avenue, where we had a small
terraced house, to Barnehurst Avenue (no 92) where we bought a large, detached
house with a garden on many levels. This was in September 1957 and we were
destined to stay there for thirty nine years (until June 1996). Soon after
moving to Barnehurst Avenue it became necessary for us to have my mother (now a
widow) to come and live with us. This was because she had become disabled
(after a fall and a broken hip joint) and needed looking after. She moved from
Cambridge to our house in 1958, had the downstairs front room as her own and
stayed with us until her death in October 1970.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">For
Eric and I the years of our residence at Barnehurst were busy, working years.
Eric worked at the County Hall, Westminster for the GLC until his retirement at
65 in 1978. I looked after the house and family, including bringing the
shopping home from a local small store on my bicycle. The washing was done by
hand, whites boiled in a copper, all of it rinsed in the sink and put through a
mangle before hanging out on a line across the lawn to dry! Between us, Eric
and I grew fruit, vegetables and flowers in our terraced garden, Eric tended a
“con” (conservatory) full of pot plants and I slaved away preserving, freezing
and otherwise using vast quantities of fruit of all types. At one time Eric had
an allotment as well! They were happy years, probably the happiest in our
lives. We were young(ish) and had a good social life with family and friends,
lots of energy and (something we probably didn’t fully value at the time) good
health.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">During
this period of our lives I got a part time job - the only time I took paid
employment during nearly sixty years I had of married life. I became a part
time play school teacher at St Martin’s Play School. During all this time (ten
years from 1976 to 1986), I worked closely with Rita Gillis, who has been a
much valued friend ever since those days. The experience of working with young
children was a very happy one especially at Christmas when the Nativity Play
and Christmas party were sheer magic. For a short while Eric also was “on the
staff” (unpaid) as he came and played the piano. Here too I made several
friends who have loyally shared my life since - Gill Sathy and Pam Sloan being
particularly kind and caring to me in my later years.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
National Trust played a big part in Eric and my lives during the years at
Barnehurst Avenue. We belonged to their local group (the Darent Cray NT
Association) and participated in many outings and holidays with them staying in
lovely places all over England - a very enriching experience and a very happy
one. Here we made more good friends particularly Jack and Betty Clark, Pamela
Monk and Pam and Jim McQuillan. Our other major interest was Natural History.
We attended classes and courses, going on many outings based on Botany. We
learnt (and often soon forgot) the English and Latin names of wild flowers,
grasses, trees and shrubs. We made friends too with folk who had similar
interests. It was all a happy and fulfilling experience.</span></span></div>
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-8708376072543729252020-03-21T20:38:00.001+00:002020-03-21T20:52:16.340+00:00Grace Evelyn Taylor nee Ivall (1922-2006) : Her Life Story Part 2<span style="font-size: large;">Grace was my mother. This part of her life
story covers 1939 to 1945.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The War Years</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">In September 1939 Neville Chamberlain announced that we
were at war with Germany and Brixton Road no longer seemed a very safe place to
live. My mother solved that problem by deciding to re-marry, a decision she
lived to regret. Her second husband was a Mr Tom Laughton (known as “Old Pop”).
He lived in Cambridge and was a widower friendly with some Cambridge people
that my mother had got to know in the first world war. Pop was eccentric,
selfish and a “varmint”. My mother’s life was very stormy until Pop had a
stroke and died in our house at Barnehurst in 1947.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So my mother went to live in Cambridge (in Paradise
Street of all the mis-named addresses !). But what of me? I was aged 17 and
wanted to continue with my job at the County Hall (there were some nice boys
there!). I had an Aunt (my mother’s sister) who lived with her husband (my
father’s brother!) at Southgate, one of the northern outer suburbs of London
and they offered to let me live with them. I then had a long journey by
underground every day to reach the County Hall where I worked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">26th April 1940 was perhaps the most momentous day of my
life. That evening I went to the office dance and got to know a brown eyed
handsome chap named Eric Taylor. Eric was a wages clerk and every week paid me
the 28 shillings that was my weekly salary. I’d had my eye on him for a long
while and this was it. He offered to take me back to Southgate when the dance
ended despite the blackout and possibility of bombs, so it seemed that he was
rather taken with me too. We had stars in our eyes that summer but in October
1940 Eric was called up into the Army - the Royal Artillery, which was
appropriate for a man born in Woolwich. For the rest of the war we had many
poignant farewells and long periods of separation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was still living in Southgate with Auntie Florrie,
Uncle Bert and my cousins Kath and Marjorie. Marjorie and I were close
companions and playmates all through our childhood. We always dressed alike and
pretended to be twins. Kath, four years older was called by us “the enemy” or
“her”. But I wasn’t destined to live with them for much longer. One night a
large bomb fell in Osidge Lane where I was living. The house opposite was
totally consumed by fire and many lives were lost. It was terrifying. Fortunately,
we were all protected by a Morrison’s table shelter under which we had dived at
the outset of the air raid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Shortly afterwards, with Eric away in the Army, I decided
to go to Cambridge to live with my mother and Pop. The County Hall, Westminster
didn’t seem to matter anymore. I managed to get a transfer to the
Cambridgeshire County Council and in time became the County Accountant’s
Cashier (how, I’ll never know!).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The war progressed and many more people got involved in
it. If you were not registered in a reserved occupation you were liable to be
called up either into the forces, the land army or into a munitions factory. I
found a way of using the war to achieve and satisfy a lifelong ambition. I
became a nurse. I joined the St John Ambulance Brigade firstly in a part time
capacity, then in 1941, as a full- time nursing member working at the Gresham
Road Cambridge Convalescent Home for Soldiers. In my “spare” time I took over
the training of a St John’s cadet group, becoming cadet officer and later cadet
superintendent. Life at Gresham is a story in itself. We nurses were all in our
twenties and ready for any fun that was going. The patients were “getting
better” and glad of all the companionship the nursing staff could give them.
However, there was no “hanky-panky” - Matron saw to that. Matron was Welsh, had
bright red hair, a fiery temper and kept chickens. This hobby was very
unpopular with everyone as she used to brew up revolting pots of peelings and
other kitchen rejects which gave Gresham a very unglamorous and unhospital-like
smell!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My “buddy” during the Gresham years was a Red Cross nurse
with the name June Mary Silver Frost or Frosty as she was usually called.
Frosty always saw the funny side of any situation and she made us all laugh at
a time when the horror of war news made life a serious business. A few years
later, in 1949, when Eric and I had a daughter we gave her June as her second
name and Frosty became her god-mother. Unfortunately, Frosty died some years
ago (in 1995) whilst in the throes of an attack of asthma.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I worked at Gresham from March 1943 to July 1945 when the
home closed soon after the end of the war. During this time Eric and I got
married, but as the date depended on the course the war took, I must record
Eric’s fortunes (and misfortunes!) during the war years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Soon after Eric was called up in October 1940 he was
posted to East Anglia (Southwold and Leiston) for training with the 902
Artillery Regiment. During this period (which lasted for about eighteen months)
he used to hitch hike to Cambridge regularly to see me. In July 1942 he was
sent to the Western Desert in North Africa where he, General Montgomery (Monty)
and a few others fought and won the battle of El Alamein. From there our troops
pushed Rommel and the German army back across Africa for about 2,000 miles
until they reached Tunis in December 1943. Eric’s regiment then moved on to
Sicily for a few months and took it from the Germans before coming home in
early 1944.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was the middle of the winter and during the war but we
wanted to get married and on February 12th 1944 we did. We had a traditional
white wedding. Because clothes were on coupons, I borrowed my wedding dress
(three brides had worn it before me and three were to wear it after me!). For
bridesmaids I had Eric’s half-sister Betty and two of my office friends from my
Cambridgeshire County Council days. They all wore borrowed dresses (all
different). We had my St John’s cadets (who I had trained in First Aid) to give
us a guard of honour of splints. We were married at St Andrew-the-Great church
which is right opposite Christ’s College in the centre of Cambridge and it was
all wonderful. After the reception in the Dorothy café, Eric and I went off for
our honeymoon in Lyme Regis. The beach there was blocked off with huge rolls of
barbed wire (anti invasion). The hotel though was full of spring flowers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When we returned Eric looked terrible. He was ashen grey,
haggard and ill. Everybody blamed me! But it wasn’t married life that was the
cause of his condition, it was the anopheles mosquito. He was developing
malaria which had been incubating inside him since his return from the mosquito
ridden hot countries. There followed a period for him in Black Notley Military
Hospital near Braintree, Essex (where I couldn’t get to see him because of its
isolated position). However, a nice surprise was ahead. Later that spring a
ripple of interest went around the staff of Gresham Convalescent Home. A new
patient was about to be admitted - he was 1089894 L/Br Eric William Taylor. Someone
had pulled a few strings!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">6th June 1944 was a day that affected everyone’s life. It
was D-Day - the day of the allied invasion of German held Western Europe.
Eric’s regiment (now the 64th Medium Regt R.A.) went across to the Normandy
beaches on D-Day itself but Eric wasn’t discharged for duty until D+6, when he
crossed and landed at Arromanches. Another long period of separation for Eric
and I followed whilst the allies pushed forward through France, Belgium,
Holland and into Germany itself. At last on May 8th 1945, Germany surrendered
unconditionally and VE day had arrived. It was with relief that we realised
that there would be no more heart-rending partings on Cambridge station. Vera
Lynn could stop singing “We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when”.
Peace had returned to our lives.</span><br />
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-80474061259652083462020-03-15T20:09:00.000+00:002020-03-22T12:47:41.644+00:00Grace Evelyn Taylor nee Ivall (1922-2006): Her Life Story Part 1<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Grace
Evelyn Taylor nee Ivall was my mother. She wrote her life story in 2005, the
year before she died. It is quite long, so I propose to add it to this blog in
sections. The first one covers the period from her birth until the start of the
war in 1939.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I
was born at 9 Linkfield Road, Isleworth, (close to Isleworth Station) on 20th
January 1922. My parents were George William Ivall (born 1880) and Emma Ivall
(nee Armitage, born 1883). My parents had one other child, another daughter,
Florence Rose (Flossie) born 1908. Flossie died, aged 14, in August 1922 just 7
months after I was born. I have three keepsakes of Flossie, the sister I never
knew. They are a large framed photograph, a gold bracelet and some beautiful
auburn coloured ringlets cut from her hair the day she died. All of these
souvenirs are amongst my most precious possessions, all are irreplaceable.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">During
the First World War my father saw active service in the Royal Artillery.
Unfortunately, a shrapnel splinter severely damaged his hearing and made him
almost totally deaf in one ear. This meant that after the war he could no
longer work on the buses as he had always done and he had a long period of
looking for alternative work. However, sometime before I was five my parents
were offered the job as caretakers of the offices of the The Licensed Vehicle
Workers Sick Benefit Club. This was at 30 Brixton Road - there was a flat on
the top floor (two floors up) where we could live. I have vivid memories of my
life here where we stayed for all my childhood. One of those memories is of an
unexpected benefit that living there brought into my life and that was an
introduction to the pleasure of dancing. The basement of the building was
occupied by The Vincini School of Dancing. This was run by Mr Vincent and Miss
Vicini (she was very Spanish). Mr Vincent made a bargain with my mother - she
would do the refreshments in the interval at the dancing school and her “little
girl” could have dancing lessons free. So I grew up to learn ballet (oh those
hard block toed shoes!), tap dancing and modern ballroom dancing (eventually
doing demonstrations of the latter with Mr Vincent). Although I certainly never
became a “star” (or anything like it) at ballet or tap, I developed a lifelong
appreciation of these terpsichorean arts.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Grace with her parents in 1929</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">30
Brixton Road was in Kennington, South London. Just along the road a short way
was Kennington church where I went to Sunday School (in the crypt) and where,
when I was fourteen, I was confirmed into the Church of England. My religious
faith is deep within me and has certainly shaped my life, giving me an anchor
to hold on to when I’ve needed one. It was from 30 Brixton Road that, aged 5, I
started school. My first school was Hackford Road Infants School. It was a
tall, ornate, Victorian building. Within a few days of starting school an
important event in my life took place, I made my first friend. Her name was
Cathie Bilsland (now Bunting) and she has been my “best” friend all my life.
Without Cathie with her lovely nature and impish humour my life would have been
duller and greyer. I still value her friendship beyond words. Cathie and I were
always together, at school and at play, until we were eleven when Cathie’s
parents moved to Aldershot. However, we took note of our first school’s motto
“Keep faith” and remained friends. I spent many happy holidays at Aldershot and
later, Farnham.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">At
aged eleven Cathie, I and five other girls all won the Junior County
scholarship, which meant we went on to what is now a Grammar school (called
then a Secondary school). One of these girls became another lifelong friend -
Edna Watkins (now Farmer). Edna now lives at High Wycombe and I visit her
whenever I can. The secondary school chosen for me was Charles Edward Brooke
school for girls. It was a church school which had strict standards of dress
and behaviour. We were in dire trouble if we were ever seen by a prefect or
teacher out of doors without wearing our hats or our white gloves!!! I did very
well at school and was always at or near the top of the class (mainly I think
because I was blessed with a good memory). The head mistress had my career
mapped out for me. Firstly, I would pass my exams and gain matriculation (the
highest academic grade), then go to college and finish up with a brilliant
career teaching. She was wrong. When she read out the examination results she
got to my name, paused and said “Now comes the biggest surprise of all - Grace
- you’ve only passed at General School level, not matriculation.” What terrible
humiliation for me! Especially as my arch rival Ida Garrett (now Browne) had
passed. I locked myself in the lavatory and cried for hours. I was beginning to
learn life’s hard lessons.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">My
career in ruins, my mother decided I should take the entrance exam for a
vacancy with the LCC (London County Council) to do clerical work at the County
Hall, Westminster. This was in 1938. Fate was taking a hand. I passed the exam
and it was here that I met my husband to be in 1940.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">But
I have left a few important events out so let me go back a bit. In 1934, when I
was only twelve years old, suddenly and unexpectedly, my Dad died. He had acute
appendicitis, not diagnosed as such by his doctor. He was taken too late to St
Giles Hospital, Camberwell where he died while undergoing an operation for
peritonitis. This was a dreadful blow to my mother and I. Everyone loved my
Dad. He was kind-hearted, loving jovial and helpful to everyone he came into
contact with. My mother struggled on with the caretaker’s job getting help with
the heavy cleaning, but home life was never the same for either me or her.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-8670130157596401362020-02-10T19:17:00.003+00:002020-04-20T14:46:18.172+01:00Death of Thomas Ivall (1837-1908)<span style="font-size: large;">The following item appeared in the Uxbridge & W. Drayton Gazette dated Saturday 21 March 1908.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">DEATH OF MR. T. IVALL. By the death of Mr. Thomas Ivall,
Chalvey has lost another of its oldest and most respected tradesmen. For over
30 years he carried on the business of a baker at Church Street, Chalvey. Eight
years ago he had an apoplectic seizure, and acting on medical advice retired
from business. Latterly he has been residing at 37 Chalvey Road. In his younger
days Mr. Ivall was a well-known cricketer, and had played with a great many of
the notable players of his time, while Mr. R. J. Ivall and Mr. C. O. lvall have
rendered the Slough Football Club great assistance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">(Reginald John and Charles Oliver Ivall were sons of Thomas.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">There is an item </span><a href="https://ivall.blogspot.com/2012/05/thomas-ivall-1837-1908-baker-in-chalvey.html">https://ivall.blogspot.com/2012/05/thomas-ivall-1837-1908-baker-in-chalvey.html</a> <span style="font-size: large;">giving more information about Thomas's life on this blog.</span></div>
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Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-9068756214850661942020-01-21T11:25:00.000+00:002020-04-20T14:50:02.163+01:00Robert Thomas Ivall and Allegations of Fraud<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Robert
Thomas Ivall (1812-65) was a brother of my ancestor David Ivall (1816-67).
There is an item </span><a href="https://ivall.blogspot.com/2012/05/robert-thomas-ivall-1812-65-coachmaker.html">https://ivall.blogspot.com/2012/05/robert-thomas-ivall-1812-65-coachmaker.html</a> <span style="font-family: "times new roman", serif; font-size: large;">about his life on this blog. He was a coachmaker in High
Wycombe who moved to Chalvey (now a district of Slough) after his business
failed and he was declared bankrupt in 1847. He became secretary of his local
branch of the Ancient Order of Foresters in 1848. This was a Friendly Society
that began in 1834. Its members paid a few pence a week into a common fund from
which sick pay and funeral grants could be drawn. Robert was secretary for 17
years, until he died in 1865.</span><br />
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have recently found two contrasting newspaper items which relate to Robert as secretary.
One was published in the Windsor and Eton Express on 23 July 1859. It reads<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Chairman then rose and said it had been the wish of the members for some months
past to pay some mark of respect to their worthy secretary of the district,
Brother Ivall, for his unwearied labours, the honesty and the integrity with
which had discharged his duties for a long period, and it was to him (Mr.
Stringer) a source of great pleasure be present, and place in the hands of
their worthy Brother a presentation that was both useful and ornamental. A
highly finished libra lever watch, accompanied with massive gold chain, was
then placed in the hands of Mr. R. T. Ivall, the watch bearing the following
inscription “ Presented by the Brothers of the Bucks and Middlesex District of
the Ancient Order of Foresters to Mr. R. T. Ivall, to mark their sense of the
zeal and assiduity evinced by him in the discharge of his duties district
secretary for period of 11 years; also for the valuable services rendered him
to the Order in general. July 18, 1859.” We understand the Order was completed
by Bennett of London, at cost of 11 guineas. Mr. Ivall rose amidst enthusiastic
cheering, and in appropriate and grateful terms thanked the members for the
mark of esteem they had bestowed upon him, which to the last days of his
existence would be looked upon by him with much pleasure. Mr. Ivall, in a very
able manner, referred to the origin of the Order, the opposition it had to contend
with, the progress it had made, and the vast amount of good it was still doing.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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died on 13 August 1865 aged 52. The letter below was published in the Uxbridge
& W. Drayton Gazette on 28 October 1865 under the headline “THE FRAUDS BY A
DISTRICT SECRETARY”. Defalcation is the taking or illegal use of money by
someone who has responsibility for it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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EDITOR. In the remarks in your valuable paper of the 24th inst., about the late
Mr. R. T. Ivall, I beg leave respectfully to state you have been misinformed,
and I shall feel obliged by your inserting in your next the following
explanation. The first part of your article I much regret to state is true,
respecting the numbers in the district, the amount of defalcation and the
ultimate loss to the funds; but there needs some comment on the defalcation
found out. At the meeting held at the North Star Tavern, on the 16th inst., it
was quite clear to most of the brethren present, that a great portion of the
deficiency in cash was sent to the late Mr. R. T. Ivall a few days previous to
his death, and when asked for by the proper authorities after he died, the
amount was not forthcoming; but I fully believe had Brother Ivall lived until
the day of meeting, the money would have been paid in correctly, as the books were quite right and properly entered, therefore proving he did his work well as long as he was able. The second
portion of the letter where you say "About five years ago several
well-wishers of the Foresters disapproved of the manner in which the accounts
were kept, and one member was fined £1 for speaking on the question at a
district court meeting, by those who have now found out that frauds against the
society have been carried on for years," is quite erroneous, for at the
delegate meeting referred to, held at the North Star Tavern, Slough, on the
21st October, 1861, the books, accounts and vouchers had been examined by
William Mercer, Esq., solicitor, of Uxbridge, and were found perfectly correct
throughout. Since that period they have been regularly audited twice a year by
the delegates. I certainly think it is a great insult to the whole of the
district, numbering 1,833 members, that out of the 18 Courts, not one man can
be found from each Court able to audit the accounts previous to the Meeting.
You state charges had been brought against the district secretary by the
well-wishers of Foresters, no doubt, but the delegate Meeting found these
charges not proven, the books being returned correct. The above well-wishers
appealed against even that decision of the gentlemen who examined to the High
Court of Foresters, and that tribunal fully confirmed the decision of the
delegates then present. In reference to the member whom you state was fined £1
for speaking on the question, this is incorrect. He was fined £1 1s for
circulating mischievous documents in connection with the charge against the
district secretary; and had he been justly dealt with, he should have been
expelled the order without a fine. The last part of your paragraph which
states, "It becomes apparent that a system of secretaryship, clear to the
members of a benefit association, should be adopted, so that the particulars of
receipts and expenditure may be known at short intervals, and an opportunity of
continuous defalcation be prevented," I quite agree with; and this view
was properly placed before the meeting on the 16th inst. by the audit
committee, at the last sitting of the delegates. I likewise sincerely hope that
the brethren who are sent to our future meetings at Slough will see that this
is carried out.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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delegate at the meetings on October 21st 1861 and October 16th 1865.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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is not clear to me what happened to the missing cash. As “the books were quite
right and properly entered”, it seems unlikely Robert was attempting to steal
the money. Perhaps Robert’s mental ability was affected by the illness that
caused his death? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Slough, Eton and Windsor Observer dated 26th October 1895 published a report on
the Annual Meeting of the Ancient Order of Foresters (Bucks and Middlesex
district). The speaker at the meeting detailed the history of the organization,
saying that Robert Thomas Ivall was elected District Secretary in 1848 and held
the post for the next 17 years. He kept the minute book “in as perfect a manner
as anyone could possibly keep it.” There was no mention of funds going missing
under his secretaryship, so perhaps the money was located after Robert’s death?</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-80964782061151353692019-11-12T10:43:00.001+00:002019-11-12T21:32:37.102+00:00My DNA test<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Last
year, I decided to take a DNA test to help with my family history research.
There are several companies that offer DNA testing, but Ancestry has by far the
biggest database of DNA results (from more than 15 million people), so I chose
them. I bought the test on Black Friday (23 November 2018), when the normal
price of £79 was reduced to £49. There was also a £10 charge for shipping. More
information about the test is at </span><a href="https://www.ancestrydna.co.uk/kits?&&pgrid=49763045925&ptaid=kwd-297622641345&s_kwcid=ancestry%20dna&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI3s7Jgb-b4gIV65ztCh03cA_yEAAYASABEgLY__D_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">https://www.ancestrydna.co.uk/kits?&&pgrid=49763045925&ptaid=kwd-297622641345&s_kwcid=ancestry%20dna&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI3s7Jgb-b4gIV65ztCh03cA_yEAAYASABEgLY__D_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds</a><br />
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received the test kit in the post soon after ordering it, but didn’t send off
my sample (saliva) until January 2019. I was sent my results online about 6
weeks later. Ancestry provide a list of the names of DNA matches and the amount
of DNA you share, under headings indicating how close the relationship is. I
had 1 second cousin, 4 third cousins and 190 fourth cousins. Second cousins
share a set of great grandparents, third cousins share a set of great, great
grandparents, fourth cousins share a set of great, great, great grandparents.
The list of matches is added to as more people are tested – I now have 2 second
cousins, 7 third cousins and 231 fourth cousins.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In
order to get the most benefit from a DNA test, you should enter the names and
dates of your ancestors and link this information to your name on the Ancestry
DNA site. If a DNA match has attached their family tree, the site will
highlight surnames that are in your tree and their’s. It is then often apparent
who the shared ancestor is. The system also lists the names of shared matches.
If you know how a name on this list is related to you, then others on it are
probably related via the same line. The system allows you to send a
message to your DNA matches.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
results from my DNA test were not as useful as I hoped. I had previously made
contact with 8 of my DNA matches before I got the results. Only 36% of other
DNA matches that I contacted replied to my message to them. Only 15 to my
closest 50 matches had attached a family tree that I could view. Consequently,
I wasn’t able to establish how a lot of my DNA matches are related to me.
However, I made some good contacts who have supplied me with information and
pictures that I have added to my family history blogs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;">There
is a helpful article on what to do with your DNA results at<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><a href="https://www.lostcousins.com/newsletters2/wedding18.htm#Masterclass">https://www.lostcousins.com/newsletters2/wedding18.htm#Masterclass</a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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were 12 DNA matches where I was able to establish a definite Ivall link. 8 of
them were descended from my ancestor David Ivall (1816-67) and 3 were descended
from his brother Robert Thomas Ivall (1812-65).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
test also provides an ethnicity estimate, by comparing DNA results with those
of people in various regions throughout the world. These estimates are of
dubious value and accuracy. My ethnicity was estimated as 83% from
England, Wales and Northwestern Europe, with most from the East of England, 9%
from Sweden and 8% from Ireland and Scotland. All of the ancestors that I have
found from my research were born in England, with quite a few born in Essex. I
am not aware of any ancestors born in Sweden, Ireland or Scotland.</span></span></div>
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-1576643345708834712019-06-27T19:49:00.000+01:002019-06-27T19:49:16.154+01:00Painting by Hilda Ivall (1910-99)<br />
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blog contains an item about the life of Hilda Annie Ivall (1910-99), who was an
artist. Peter Prest owns a watercolour painting by Hilda and kindly sent me a
photo of it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-79520023488711236622019-05-05T09:03:00.000+01:002019-07-29T19:07:15.518+01:00Dorothy Lucy Ivall (1895-1970)<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dorothy
Lucy Ivall was a great grand-daughter of Robert Thomas Ivall (1812-65), who was
a brother of my ancestor David Ivall (1816-67). This item about Dorothy’s life
contains information kindly supplied by Richard, one of her sons.</span><br />
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was born on 24 October 1895 in Chalvey, a village which is now a suburb of
Slough in Berkshire. She was the eldest child of Walter George Ivall
(1868-1953) and his wife Lily Mary Crabe Bartlett (1872-1915) who married on 1
January 1895 in St Mary’s, Slough. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">He
was 26 and a school master. She was 23, the daughter of William Bartlett, a
butler. They later had three other daughters Lily Victoria (1900-73), Margaret
Olive (1902-59) and Katherine Mildred (1907-86). They also had two other
children Mary (b1896) and Thomas (b1899) who died soon after birth. Electoral
registers show that Walter lived at 6 Rose Cottages, Chalvey from 1897 to 1899.</span></div>
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1901 census shows Walter (aged 32, an assistant schoolmaster) living at 7
Castle View off Grove Road, Upton St Mary, Slough. Also listed at the address
are his wife Lily Mary (22) and their daughters Dorothy (5) and Lily Victoria
(5 months).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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1911, Dorothy, aged 15, was living at 18 Robert Street, Grosvenor Square,
London with three other single people. The census return shows them all as
“Shop assistant, dairy”. Dorothy’s mother died of cancer in 1915, aged 43. Her
father married Alice Cumber in 1921 and they had three children.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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married Frank de Betham Hart on 16 September 1918 in Hampstead. She was aged
22, he was 32. When Dorothy and Frank first met she was a cook in a wartime
canteen and he was a chartered Electrical Engineer. She was an extremely good
cook and a very lively personality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She
had a very good (and pure) soprano voice, Frank was an accomplished
baritone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both were more or less
dedicated to musicals popular in that period and particularly to the Gilbert
and Sullivan operetta. They had six children, four sons and two daughters.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Dorothy’s sister, lived with the family. Lily was crippled – not badly and it
transpired very late in life that her handicap was the result of a dislocated
ankle during childhood. Medical advice was expensive in the Edwardian era and a
schoolmaster’s salary did not run to a consultation. Lily became Dorothy’s
helpmate and the children’s nursemaid. Dorothy did the housekeeping – i.e.
shopping and cooking. Lily did everything else, for most of this employment at
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joined Tom Callenders Electrical and Cables Company, which later became
B.I.C.C.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(British Insulated Callenders
Cable Company).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mostly he worked as a
Field Engineer, particularly in Spain, France, Germany and Hungary, before
becoming largely responsible for the construction of the National Grid System
in the U.K.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was promoted to the Board
of B.I.C.C. and made Managing Director of BICC’s construction company, until
his retirement in the mid-1950s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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1939 register lists Frank de Betham Hart, a chartered electrical engineer,
living at 116 South Hill Park, Hampstead with Dorothy and their eldest son. 116
South Hill Park received a direct hit plus 2 incendiary bombs during the war, severely
damaging part of the property. </span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 12pt;">Dorothy
endured a period of alcoholism, partly as a result of the London Blitz, but had
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became ill with a bowel complaint in early 1963. After a period of treatment in
the Middlesex Hospital he was taken to convalesce in Upholland, near Wigan,
where his daughter lived with her husband, the vicar. Unfortunately Frank had a
relapse and died shortly afterwards in Wigan hospital of pneumonia on 13 August
1963 aged 76. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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suffered from diabetes. An unfortunate gift of a box of chocolates coincided
with a temporary loss of will power. She scoffed the lot and suffered a stroke,
from which she never recovered. She died a few weeks later in Hampstead
Hospital on 10 March 1970 aged 74. Probate records give her home address as 116
South Hill Park, London NW3. Administration of <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> her estate (£332) was granted. </span></span></div>
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-27496470026154267562019-04-05T19:28:00.000+01:002019-04-05T19:28:51.048+01:00Randall G Ivall : Lieutenant Colonel in USAF<span style="font-size: large;">An article in the Piatt County Journal-Republican <a href="https://www.journal-republican.com/news/monticello-military-man-promoted/article_254c2850-5558-11e9-8c0d-e7faac558181.html">https://www.journal-republican.com/news/monticello-military-man-promoted/article_254c2850-5558-11e9-8c0d-e7faac558181.html</a> describes the career of Randall G Ivall and records his promotion to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel in the US Air Force. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Randall comes from the town of Monticello in Illinois, USA. He is a grandson of George Marcos Ivolitis (1902-61), who emigrated from Greece to America in 1921 and changed his surname to Ivall. An item about George's life is on this blog.</span><br />
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-42130337246259847692019-01-22T20:17:00.001+00:002019-03-30T21:11:33.202+00:00Fred Gregory Bampton in the Royal Navy<span style="font-size: large;">Carol has kindly sent me information about Fred Gregory Bampton's service in the Royal Navy between 1907 and 1910. I have added this to the item about his life on this blog.</span>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-34907837057683155742018-09-22T19:27:00.000+01:002018-09-22T19:30:57.164+01:00Henry Frank Ivall Photos<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">Helen,
a granddaughter-in-law of Henry Frank Ivall (1896-1962), has kindly sent me
photos of him, his daughter Mary Lilian (1932-2015) and sister Lilian Alice
(1901-84). I have added these photos to the item on Henry’s life </span><a href="https://ivall.blogspot.com/search/label/Henry%20Frank%20Ivall%20%281896-1962%29" style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;">https://ivall.blogspot.com/search/label/Henry%20Frank%20Ivall%20%281896-1962%29</a><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">
on this blog.</span><br />
<br />Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-32807940296457703222018-09-05T15:59:00.001+01:002020-03-14T20:07:47.834+00:00George Ivall (1888-1931): Canadian killed with a shotgun.<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">George
Ivall was a grandson of Alexander “Sandy” Ival (1831-1911), who emigrated to
Canada from Scotland in about 1837. George’s parents were Alexander’s third
son, also called Alexander (1855-1922) and his wife Sarah nee Baldwin
(1859-1941). My third cousin Val (who lives in Canada) helped me with the research for this item.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In
1983, Margaret Ivall Bymoen compiled a family history of the Ivall family in
Canada. This says that George was born on January 17<sup>th</sup> 1888 in the Mille
Isle municipality of Quebec, a rural area about 50 miles NW of Montreal. The
1891 census showed Alexander Ival, aged 36, a farmer, living in Morin Flats
(now called Morin Heights), near Mille Isle, with his wife Sarah (28) and
children Joseph (11), James (6), George (3) and Thomas (1 month). George’s
family moved to Rainy River, a small town in NW Ontario, near the US border,
sometime between 1891 and 1907. Many Canadians moved westwards in the early
1900s to farm previously uncultivated land. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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spelling of the family surname in Canada seems to have changed from Ival to
Ivall over the years. In the 19th century, Ival is the most common spelling in
records that have survived. In the 20th century, the name is normally (but not
always) recorded as Ivall.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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can’t find George or his parents in the 1901 census of Canada. The 1911 census
shows George as a lodger, aged 22, living at Rainy Lake in the district of
Rainy River, Ontario. The census return can be viewed (for free) at the Library
and Archives Canada website but the image is poor quality and so some of it is
difficult to read. He was a labourer in a lumber camp. He was paid $550 for 50
weeks work in 1910.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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4<sup>th</sup> April 1916, aged 28, George signed on to join the Canadian
Overseas Expeditionary Force. He would have done this voluntarily, as
compulsory enlistment was not introduced in Canada until 1917. His service
record can be viewed (free) on the Library and Archives Canada website. The
attestation form gives his address as Rainy River, Ontario, he was a farmer and
not married. He had previously served for 2 years in the 96<sup>th</sup>
Regiment. It seems that George could not write, as he did not sign the form,
but a cross and the words “his mark” have been added. His army record gives his
height as 5ft 8ins, weight 170lbs, physical development good, complexion fair,
eyes blue, hair brown.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">George
was assigned to the 141<sup>st</sup> Battalion at Fort Frances, Ontario as a
Private. His record shows that he was soon breaking army rules. On separate
occasions in May 1916 he forfeited a day’s pay for being absent without leave,
was fined for drunkenness and detained for 24 hours for bringing liquor into
barracks. He was absent without leave times four times in July 1916. He left
the barracks without permission on 17<sup>th</sup> August 1916 and did not
return. On September 13<sup>th</sup> 1916 he was discharged from the army for
“Being illegally absent for a period of 21 days and struck off the strength as
a deserter by Court of Enquiry.” It seems that he did not complete his training
and did not travel to Europe to fight in the war. George’s discharge papers
were not signed by him and his army record makes no mention of a punishment for
his desertion. It seems likely that he was not caught by the army – perhaps he
crossed the border into the USA ?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
USA declared war on Germany on April 6<sup>th</sup> 1917 and The Selective
Service Act (enacted May 18th, 1917) authorized the United States federal
government to raise a national army for service in World War I through
conscription. On June 5th, 1917 all men between the ages of 21 and 30, were
registered. Another registration was held on September 12th 1918, for men aged 18
to 45. There is a registration card, dated September 12th 1918 for George
Ivall. He registered in Lakota, Nelson County, North Dakota (220 miles from
Rainy River). The card gives his age as 33 and his date of birth as January 16
1885. He was actually born in 1888 and probably gave an incorrect year of birth
to avoid being included in the first registration (when he was 29). George is
listed as a farm labourer. His nearest relative is shown as Alex Ivall (his
father) of Rainy River. World War 1 ended soon afterwards (on November 11 1918),
so it is unlikely that George was required to serve in the US Army.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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can’t find George in the 1920 US census, but the 1921 Canada census shows
George, aged 30 (he was actually 33), living in the town of Rainy River,
Ontario with his parents Alec (60) and Sarah (55) as well as his brother Joseph
(41) and his adopted sister Mary (5). Their surname is given as Ival. Some of
the census return has been overwritten making these parts hard to decipher. The
house that the family lived in was owned by them. It was a detached, wooden
building with 4 rooms. George was unmarried. He could speak English and French.
His religion was C of E. According to the census, he could read and write. George
was a labourer in a saw mill and had earned $1,000 in the previous 12 months.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">George
died on 5 October 1931 aged 43 in East Grand Forks, Minnesota, after being shot
by a farmer called August Lickteig. The circumstances are described in an item dated
5 October 1931, printed in The Bismarck Tribune.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">George
was buried in an unmarked grave in Potter’s Field, Grand Forks, North Dakota.
This is an area the local government provided for graves of strangers, poor, elderly
and ill people who died without any relatives to pay for their burial.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">A relative of George has contacted me with the following comment : </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">"</span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228;">I read with interest the account of George Ivall's murder. He was my dad's uncle.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">The account in our family is that he went there to collect wages owed to him and was murdered by the farmer who owed him back wages. Unfortunately he was dead so the story line was left to the murderer. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">An interesting sideline to the story is that his mother Sarah Baldwin Ivall knew he was dead and told people before the official notification. She was the last in our family to speak Gaelic." </span></div>
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-22430897489514167292017-11-12T07:26:00.001+00:002017-11-13T06:53:48.121+00:00James Ivall (1832-96), charged with assault<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
Surrey Comet dated 27 April 1861 reported the following case which was heard by
Hampton Petty Sessions on 22 April 1861. The James Ivall referred to was the
second son of David Ivall (1795-1850), a successful coachmaker. An article
about James's life is on this blog. He married Sarah Benn in 1856 at Hampton
Church. At the time of the incident described, James was one of three business partners
running the London coachmaking firm Ivall and Large. He is shown in the 1861
census as a coachmaker master, meaning that he supervised apprentices. James
was aged 29 and his wife Sarah was 22. They lived in Thames Street, Hampton
with Sarah’s sister Charlotte, aged 34.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>A
NOVEL MODE OF TAKING TOLL :- LADIES BEWARE !<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>Mr
James Ivall was charged with assaulting John White, Toll Collector of Hampton
Court Bridge.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mr
Cann appeared for defendant.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>The
statement of complainant was that one evening last week, the two ladies passed
through the toll gate without paying toll, and that he ran after them and stopped
one of the ladies by catching hold of her dress at the back part and demanded
the toll. The ladies said they would pay coming back, but he refused this and
then they gave him a shilling to take his toll. Soon after this a gentleman
(the defendant) returned with the ladies from the railway, and rushed up to him
with his raised fist, shook it in his face, and called him “a beast” saying
“how dare you kiss my wife, you scoundrel.” I strenuously denied this, and said
I had my own wife to kiss, and did not want kiss his. Defendant was violent and
would not listen to reason, threatening to summons me. I solemnly deny I took
any liberties with his wife and did not put my arms around her. The accusation
was so sudden on me, I scarcely knew what I was doing. It was about half-past
nine in the evening. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Cross-examined:
I have only taken toll at Hampton Court since January of this year. I have
occasionally seen defendant pass over, but I don't recollect the ladies doing
so. A solicitor called on me to ask my name so that be might summons me. I can’t
say if I took out this summons after the solicitor called on me. I did not touch
the lady's chin or shoulder, and said nothing about kissing. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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son, a youth, corroborated some portions of his father's testimony.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mr
Cann addressed the bench, complaining that complainant had insulted Mrs Ivall
when she passed over to meet her husband, who came regularly by the train from
London, and she having told her husband of the treatment, naturally was
incensed, but did not strike or in any way intimidate complainant. He certainly
called him a “beast." but nothing more.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Miss Elizabeth Benn said she was sister-in-law to defendant and was with Mrs Ivall on the
evening in question, going to meet Mr Ivall coming home by the mail train. In
passing through toll bar she was first, and said they would pay on returning,
as they frequently did before. Afterwards heard a scuffle, and saw complainant
with his arms round Mrs Ivall, who said “unhand me, what are you doing ?” He
let go with one hand, and with the other took hold of her chin and said “I want
my toll.” Mrs Ivall said, then ask properly for it, and not serve me in this
manner. She then gave him 1s. We met Mr Ivall and told him what had happened. Mr
Ivall, </span></i></span></span><i style="font-family: "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">on
returning with us, demanded the toll keeper's name, as none was up at the bar. He
did not go up to him with his fist or attempt to strike him, but he (defendant)
did accuse complainant of insulting his wife, and complainant denied it. A
female in the toll house made use of vary bad language, implying we were not
respectable people. </span></i></div>
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I swear defendant did not raise his fist. I heard complainant say he had his
own wife to kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mrs
Elizabeth Rose was waiting for her sister at Hampton Court Bridge on the
evening alluded to and saw what passed, and she stated positively defendant did
not strike or raise his fist at complainant, but heard Mr Ivall call him a
beast for attempting to kiss his wife, when complainant said in reply, he had something
else to kiss, without kissing his (defendant’s) wife. She also heard very
abusive language coming from the toll house, in a female voice. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Cross-examined:
I have never worked as a dressmaker with Miss Benn. I have known her for some
years. I have had no interview with her, except in the presence of Mr Ivall's
solicitor. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mr
Cann was about to call more evidence, when the magistrates said it was unnecessary
to do so, and immediately dismissed the case, granting a summons against White
for assaulting Mrs Ivall, to be heard next sitting; condemning White in the costs
of this summons.</i></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The case against John White was considered at Petty Sessions held in May 1861. The same evidence was presented. Mr Gregg, Inspector of Weights and Measures, gave White, who he had known for many years, a good character. The evidence being contradictory</span></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">, the case was dismissed.</span></div>
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-16117210346304031112017-10-27T20:07:00.002+01:002017-10-28T08:07:30.251+01:00Death of Elizabeth Ann Ivall (1817-92)<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Elizabeth
Ann Ivall nee Gibson was my great great grandmother. She married David Ivall
(1816-67), a journeyman coachmaker, in 1837 and they had ten children, seven of
which survived into adulthood.</span></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">At the Islington
Coroner’s Court, on Friday, Dr Danford Thomas held an inquest on the body of
Elizabeth Ann Ivall, aged 74, who died under the following circumstances: <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">George Ivall,
son of the deceased, of 27 S Block, Beaconsfield Buildings, said his mother
resided at 75 Pembroke Street, and enjoyed fairly good health considering her
age. On the 21st inst, she came on a visit his house, and left in the evening.
A few minutes afterwards she was found at the bottom of the flight of steps on
the first landing. She was insensible and died soon afterwards. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">By the Coroner -
There were no rails either side the steps. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dr John Thomas
Slater, of 1 Thornhill Crescent, Barnsbury, who was called to see the deceased,
said on arrival he found her dead. The nose was broken and the face bruised. In
his opinion death was due to syncope, following concussion of the brain and
shock. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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returned a verdict of “Accidental death”.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">George
Ivall (1853-1932) was Elizabeth’s 8<sup>th</sup> child and my great
grandfather.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Beaconsfield
Buildings were situated off the Caledonian Road in the Barnsbury district of
Islington. They were designed by Charles Barry jnr. and were built by the
Victoria Dwellings Association in the late 1870s. They were named after the
Prime Minister, Lord Beaconsfield (Benjamin Disraeli) and aimed to provide “healthy
and comfortable housing for the labouring classes”. The 383 flats were an
attempt to alleviate overcrowding and were designed to accommodate 2,000
people. Conditions later deteriorated and the buildings became known as 'The
Crumbles'. The flats were demolished during the late 1960s and early 1970s, and
the site became Bingfield Park. Pembroke Street is nearby.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Syncope
is a word for a loss of consciousness resulting from a reduction in blood flow causing
a shortage of oxygen to the brain. </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7288298404342154233.post-37952683779644305182017-09-17T11:02:00.002+01:002021-04-30T16:14:12.420+01:00Henry Ivall (1842-99), Convict and Royal Navy Sailor<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Henry
Ivall was born on February 1<sup>st</sup> 1842 at 22 Willsted Court, Somers
Town. He was the third of ten children born to my ancestors David and Elizabeth
Ivall. Somers Town was an area of mostly poor housing in London near St Pancras
station where the British Library is now located. Henry was baptised at St
Pancras church on February 27<sup>th</sup> 1842.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
1851 census lists David (aged 34, a coach maker) and Elizabeth (33) Ivall living
at 29 Bull Place, St Pancras with their children Henry (9), Georgiana (7),
David (2) and Elizabeth Ann (8 months). David and his family moved from St
Pancras to Southwark sometime between 1851 and 1853.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Henry
worked in the coach maker’s shop with his father. There is a story<sup>1</sup>
that David showed Henry a piece of finished work and asked how long it would be
before he could do as well. He answered “Never!” and was chased out of the
shop.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">On
August 7<sup>th</sup> 1856, Henry, aged 14, was tried<sup>2</sup> at Middlesex
County Sessions for the offence of “Stealing from the person of Thomas Rickett
Lovell, a handkerchief, value 2s, his property.” He was found guilty of “Larceny
from person” and sentenced to 4 calendar months in the House of Correction,
Cold Bath Fields. This prison was in Clerkenwell and was notorious for its very
strict regime of silence and also for the way in which the treadmill was
officially used. Today, the site is occupied by the Mount Pleasant Royal Mail Sorting
Office. The court record says that Henry had been in prison before.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">The
National Archives has a record showing that Henry voluntarily joined the Royal
Navy on November 10<sup>th</sup> 1857. He was aged 15 and was assigned the
rating “Boy Second Class”. He signed up until February 1<sup>st</sup> 1870. The
1861 census shows him as a Royal Navy sailor, ordinary 2<sup>nd</sup> class, on
board HMS Narcissus, a wooden hulled frigate. This ship was launched in 1859
and was powered by sails as well as a steam engine (that drove a propeller). It
was crewed by 540 men.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">1859 painting of
HMS Narcissus by J Wood (National Maritime Museum, Greenwich)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In
1864, Henry signed (as a witness) the marriage certificate of his sister Emily
when she married William Ralph in Walworth, S E London. I can’t find Henry in
the 1871 census. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">In
1872, banns<sup>3</sup> were read for the marriage of Henry Ivall (a bachelor)
to Ann Eliza Butterby (a spinster) at St Mary’s Church, Lambeth. As Ivall is a
very unusual surname, I am fairly sure that the Henry Ivall named is the
subject of this article. It seems that the marriage didn’t take place (there is
no record of it in London Parish Records on Ancestry or on Free BMD), but I
don’t know why. To add to the mystery, I can find no other records of anyone
called Ann Eliza Butterby.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">I
can’t find Henry in the 1881 or 1891 censuses. He died on May 2<sup>nd</sup>
1899 at St Saviour’s Union Infirmary in Dulwich (the building is now Dulwich
Community Hospital). The death certificate gives his age as 61, whereas Henry was
actually 57. Incorrect ages at death are common, especially when family members
are not available to give the correct information. I am fairly sure that this
is the “right” death certificate, because Henry Ivall is an uncommon name and I
have information on all Ivalls in England at that time and can rule out other
possible candidates. Henry was a scaffolder living at St Olave’s Chambers,
Newington. The cause of death was phthisis (another name for tuberculosis),
granular kidneys and uraemia. It was notified to the registrar of deaths by the
Infirmary Superintendent.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Notes<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">1.
Recorded by Dennis Endean Ivall (1921-2006), in notes on Ivall family history he
consolidated in 1986.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">2.
From “Digital Panopticon” website <a href="http://www.digitalpanopticon.org/">www.digitalpanopticon.org</a>,
accessed 15 Sep 2017.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: large;">3. London Parish Records collection on <a href="http://www.ancestry.co.uk/">www.ancestry.co.uk</a> accessed 16 Sep 2017.</span></span>Phil Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00456691117014295376noreply@blogger.com0