Back to writing again
The impetus for writing again was the NEAT14 festival which is drawing special attention to the fact it is approaching 100 years since the first world war.
I started to look into the breadth of vibrant events covering this and other subjects in the festival-
http://neatfestival.co.uk/2014/festival-diary
It got me thinking about the topics I covered in my last post- wanting to do and see the best for Alex and my sake, for the good of our minds.
In addition to this, I was thinking of my own mother Barbara Pacey, (nee Sharlot) and the life experiences she has passed on to me. The roots of where I and Alex have come from.
He was born in 1898 in Coventry and on leaving school at 14, went "into service" ie was a servant to landed gentry. My mother has said it was somewhere in Scotland, but we don't know many finer details of his early life. Then on growing taller, aged sixteen he started work on the railway as a guard.
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| His Baptism record |
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| Enlisting document |
He became Private HG Sharlot of the Coldstream Guards- he trained and in among postings for sentry duty at Buckingham Palace, fought as a sniper in the trenches. We know he had suffered trench-foot at some point due to the living conditions for the men- however he absolutely refused to talk about his experiences (as was the "done thing" for men of his time).
It is my hope that the piece "All Quiet on the Western Front" from the NEAT14 festival will help me to better understand the conditions and emotions that were at the forefront of peoples lives at the time, being told from the point of view of a German soldier. It explores the theme of stagnation and the insignificance of the individual during the war.
It seems almost unthinkable to modern times not to share experiences and stories of what was witnessed. We should remember that communications and transportation were very different to now, and that people rarely moved outside of their immediate community unless out of necessity (such as seeking employment), never mind going abroad. In addition attitudes to emotions were very different- the over riding idea of the age was that you would not feel so bad about the horror of what was seen if you didn't make yourself re-live it by talking about it. Keeping silent on war experiences was meant to keep the horrors seen, on the battlefield and not bring them with you to civilian life.
Harry suffered a head injury from schrapnel and went back from the front to be treated and recover in the military hospital in, family have said was in Rhyl, Wales. A google search indicates that this hospital was within an Army training camp called Kinmel Park Camp.
Pictures of this army camp can be seen on:
http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=kinmel+park+camp&f=hp
It was during his time in hospital that his mother and sisters came on the train to visit him from Coventry. During this train journey they got into conversation with Ethel Mary Carnell who was from Ongar in Essex . She was born in 1902 (died in Long Eaton in 1981), and had been in service in London. It is said that the Sharlot sisters offered Ethel to stay with them in Coventry when she needed to look for work as there was a factory that produced coils of copper wire for radio communications.
Whilst in Rhyl she met Harry who she eventually married. They produced four children, one of whom was Barbara, my mother.
It is my hope that the piece "All Quiet on the Western Front" from the NEAT14 festival will help me to better understand the conditions and emotions that were at the forefront of peoples lives at the time, being told from the point of view of a German soldier. It explores the theme of stagnation and the insignificance of the individual during the war.
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| A Coldstream guard sentry |
Harry suffered a head injury from schrapnel and went back from the front to be treated and recover in the military hospital in, family have said was in Rhyl, Wales. A google search indicates that this hospital was within an Army training camp called Kinmel Park Camp.
Pictures of this army camp can be seen on:
http://www.flickr.com/search/?q=kinmel+park+camp&f=hp
It was during his time in hospital that his mother and sisters came on the train to visit him from Coventry. During this train journey they got into conversation with Ethel Mary Carnell who was from Ongar in Essex . She was born in 1902 (died in Long Eaton in 1981), and had been in service in London. It is said that the Sharlot sisters offered Ethel to stay with them in Coventry when she needed to look for work as there was a factory that produced coils of copper wire for radio communications.
Whilst in Rhyl she met Harry who she eventually married. They produced four children, one of whom was Barbara, my mother.
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| From left- son David, Harry, daughter Barbara (my mum) and son Geoffrey eldest daughter Joyce took the photo, and Joyce's children Nigel, Gavin and baby Hillary surround Ethel |
Like I said above, this was a man I knew when I was a small child. My memories of him are brought up every time I smell fresh tomatoes growing in a greenhouse (and no shop bought ones ever have this exact smell) and of a match lighting pipe tobacco. I remember the sugar lumps he used to spoil us with from a container that looked like a mini coal scuttle. Back as a little girl I had no concept of war, of the life he must have seen- I just knew I loved my Grandad, a kind family-centered man. As a grown woman I begin to realise the great debt we owe to him and his peers.
