The Dickins family of Market Harborough,
Leicestershire and also Wellingborough, Northants (see
here) and elsewhere.
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Below are a few images relating to
the Ray and Peggy (as Margaret was known) Dickins family. I found these as I was beginning the sorting
belongings (two days after his death in the ICU, General Hospital,
Ottawa, ON, Canada).
the details for other families present on each census page, here are several
versions of one file for the Dickins household at 10 Midland Cottages, namely
a gif, a
tiff and a
pdf. All versions are large, and the original tiff files were downloaded
as shown. The gifs were edited by rotating and cropping. NB: Ernest
Frederick had a sister, also named Edith, who was a lay preacher, just like
Grandfather. Don't confuse her with Grandfather's wife Edith, who was a
Edith and Frederick's
Raymond Ernest (1919-2009), lived lately in Ottawa. See
details of the latter part of his life here.
At the time of my birth Dad was a Telegraphist
(he finished service as a Petty Officer) in the Royal Navy and was moved to
the south coast of England, prior to the invasion of Normandy, in which he took
part. This was where my sister Lynn was born.
I lived, until a few years ago, with my second wife, Michelle, and second daughter, Katharine Norva Edith Dickins (those two moved to Montréal in 2000, when we separated).
I have a daughter, by my first marriage to Christine Diana Munson-Barkshire, named Sarah Rachel, who lives in London, England with her husband, Prasannavira John Linney. Sarah has two daughters, Rhea Chandra Grace, born December 1st., 2007 and Phoebe Padma Joy, born April 13th, 2009, respectively.
to Gordonstoun, the same place as old Charlie Cyclops.
On August 30th., 2010 I was astonished to receive an email from Jane Read, who turns out to be my father's cousin Keith's daughter. She lived in Wellingborough with my Great Aunt Edith when young, just as I lived with my Grandfather Ernest and went to Little Bowden Primary School in Market Harborough.
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|Above left: Edith Downing's maternal grandfather. If anyone knows his name, please advise. The National Archives, where I found the 1901 census details, now have available data from 1891 and 1881: one day, therefore, I will try and find some of the ancestors, and perhaps that of the bearded fellow. He lived somewhere in or near to Wellingborough, possibly Walgrave or Hannington. Above right: The young EFD ca 1907 with the Rechabites medallion showing (the Rechabites was a Temperance Society. I married Michelle wearing this medallion attached to one of Granddad's old silver pocket watches). Interestingly, at least for me, EFD was born in the year that Vincent van Gogh died. When looking at what, in my youth, was regarded as "avant garde" by many, including my art teachers, most 'modern art' Masters were long dead. Except Pablo Picasso, 1881-1973, of course.|
Grandmother Edith with Lynn, '44/5; Grandfather Ernest with Paul, '43/4. 42 Caxton Street, Market Harborough.
A blonde Paul with Grandfather in Welland Park.
Left: Ken, just back from Burma as a Chindit, the eldest son, with Paul, '45.
Right: Edith, Ray in Welland Park, '45
Geoff, once with dog, and then with Ray, his younger brother, pre WWII
Back from an East Anglian day trip, to do with the Methodist Church,
and it may also have rained in Skegness: 1952
Paul, Lynn, '51, back garden, Caxton St.; Lynn, Edith, on the MH platform to Lubenham and then Birmingham, '52
|1953 First year, MHGS,
cap and uniform, Ken and Grandparents. Right: Ernest Frederick, on the Cathedral tour, Ely '73.
The man on the right owned the woodworking shed at the bottom of
the garden on the left. There was another shed, where he kept his handcart
(the two wheels of which were taken from a solid-tyred lorry)
that was used to bring up the produce from his three allotments next to the Recreation
Ground which lies behind Little Bowden Primary School.
He, as I have mentioned elsewhere, was the foreman at Hopton's. He used to grin at me when I was astonished at his stories of being attacked when labourers were fired at paydays, at my Grandfather's behest. He said that what he had to do was stand before them, hold his fists up next to his face, knuckles outward, and bang his arms up and down until the unfortunate recipient just quit, either beaten or tired out.
Ernest Frederick may have been God-fearing, but he was no fool and he was very strong mentally and physically.
Grandfather, Sarah & Diana, '71. Diana & Geoff, @ Kibworth Harcourt, '67
Left: EFD, with sister Edith to his left, sister-in-law, Lottie and Paul, Wellingborough, '73. Lottie was married to Harry (Hubert).
Fairly close by (in English distances) lived Norman and Gertie Wood; their son, Richard, went to Johannesburg. Gertie's mother,
Sarah, took in her nieces Edith and Ethel when they were orphaned in 1896. Right: Diana, EFD and Sarah, Caxton Street, '72.
On November 10th., 2001, I had a chat with Dad. He told me about some of
his family and here is the gist of the conversation
(which is updated when I discover more):
James returned from Canada and was
killed in Europe early in WWI. There is no known record of him at the
Commonwealth War Graves Commission.
The image below shows the house that held Edith, Ernest's sister. A very long time since I have been there. Historically I had no idea what happened to everyone; my father never told me about them, either. But, the internet has changed everything.
Frederick, Edith's husband, had a sister, also named Edith, born 1891-2,
with whom he was very close. She was a lovely lady, but my father admitted he was
frightened of her!! She married Fred Faulkner, who served in submarines in
WWI. They had three children: Keith, who became a bank manager, Terence,
and Sheila. I remember them clearly.
Further to the above, I can remember Arthur's wife, who was named Martha, my Great-Grandmother. She it was who gave me a Bible for Christmas, 1942: not that I remember the actual event at nine months! I can remember walking up from the train station, alongside the tracks and then up a slope to her street, and then to her house, in a dark terrace, three or four stories high. I was never allowed higher than the ground floor, for whatever reason. This was when I was fairly young, certainly before I reached double figures.
In the thirties, the
time of the Depression, only my father Raymond, as the youngest, was sent to
Grammar School in Market Harborough.
Ken, Colin, Ivy, her sister: left and with Peggy and Paul: right. In the early to mid seventies, Harborough.
Above, both of my daughters, Katharine, Sarah, Vancouver, spring '97
And now, a few years ago, March 24th, 1963, Kibworth Harcourt, Leicestershire
Ernest and Edith's Golden Wedding Anniversary
Left, below: Back row: Ivy, Ken, May, Colin, Paul, Geoff, Lynn, Ray, Peggy. Front row: Michael, Edith, Ernest, Sheila, Ann.
And I still remember that there had to be two trifles. One was "off", we told Grandfather!! Sherry, of course!
Right below: Same day, my 21st Birthday. Colours are related to the respective families, naturellement.
East Midlands, England, viz. Market Harborough, Leicestershire.
Photo below, copyright, Frank Bingley, Bigfern
The Old Grammar School, half timbered, next to the church, St Dionysius, built with Jurassic limestone.
The area is geologically similar to the Cotswolds, although lower lying. Jurassic, of course.
Ernest Frederick Dickins, beloved grandfather, 1890-1975, of Wellingborough, Northants,
and shown in uniform, 1919 after having moved to Market Harborough early in the century.
He became a Methodist lay preacher, and foreman at Hopton's Timber Yard. Towards the
end of his life, we visited more than a few English Cathedrals. He remembered sitting on a pew
in Gloucester Cathedral (the approach road is shown in the shot below), in 1895,
at the age of five, where his uncle was a verger. His wife, Edith,
was a staunch supporter and highly respected member of the local branch of the Women's Institute
The above two shots are of EFD at Ely and, below, at Lincoln Cathedral.
Two Cathedrals, one true Christian (Methodist Lay Preacher).
Here are two shots that indicate the streets
by which we approached the cathedrals (if my memory serves me right):
The first is Back Hill in Ely
This is the approach to Lincoln Cathedral
Sistine Chapel: Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni (1475-1564), showing one personification of God.
This is the cleaned version: visit the Sistine.
Plus, I wonder what happened to David Baker, Graham Manning and Michael Hayward who were at Little Bowden County Primary School, ca 1952. We were in the soccer team together and Mr. Ward was our teacher, and, I believe, a Mr. Davies was the headmaster. Miss Gleason, who had taught my father some decades before, taught me in turn in my early years. She told me, apropos of some clownish thing I must have done, that I would never be as accomplished as my father, Raymond, Ernest Frederick's youngest, and only remaining, son.
I was standing on the high board in the old swimming baths on the Northampton Road when I was about 11 years old, ca 1953. Next to me was Peter Harris. I looked down and noticed a little boy lying at the bottom of the pool. He had lain there for a while and I had noticed he was not moving. Peter at first disagreed, when I mentioned this, but Peter could dive and I could jump so I told him to dive and bring the boy to the surface. Which he did as I ran for the caretaker. Clear as day, that memory. Read Peter's recollections (and other messages).
This is a late photograph of the Northampton Road Baths (courtesy Frank, of Bigfern fame). I can remember running up those steps to grab a cubicle, quickly change and jump right out into the pool. There was a time I wore swimming trunks that were far too large and they would be dragged off if I dove in. And now this old building has been demolished (replacement is an old people's home). Worn out, I do mean the building, but could no use be found for an historical artifact? No wonder we are saddened when parts of our common heritage are stripped clean or utterly destroyed.
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