The 'Albert Braithwaite' Genealogy  Page

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My Father Albert Braithwaite

I knew my Father had fought in World War I, but he always seemed reluctant to talk about his experiences, that is until programmes started to appear on television and he became more aware of the dreadful slaughter and futility of it all.  He received his medals at the end of his service and we were reminded of that every time we opened the kitchen drawer - they were there in one of the compartments of the cutlery drawer.  However when my Mother and Father moved out of their Kilnhurst Road home, they had somehow disappeared. 

I start this section with information he verbally related and then produce my Dad's memories which he had written down.  These two accounts do differ slightly -

In 1914 Dad worked at Manvers Main Colliery on the pit top.  He only earned 8 shillings and 3 pence, sometimes 12 shillings and 3 pence.  His father died in 1914 and he told his mother he would have to work down the pit.  He became a Trammer.  According to Webster's dictionary that was  -  Tramming.  (n.) The act or process of forming trams. 

He had to push the coal trucks when the spaces were too small for the ponies.  According to another source:

A trammer - A person who loads broken rock on tramcars and delivers it at the shaft.  Trammers work as assistant miners in all the work a miner does. They load the broken coal on to shaker or belt conveyors, fill and haul the mine cars, bring in the mine timber and other materials to support and equip the mine workings, serve the mining and transport machines, and work also as auxiliary mine timbermen. The picture on the left was found on a website; I did email to get permission to use the picture but my email was returned as undeliverable.  If anyone objects to the use of the picture, please use the email at the bottom of the page to get in touch.

After the start of the war, Dad was continually harrassed by Earl Fitzwilliam’s Agent*, a retired army person (I think a Colonel).  He was always saying a fine, upstanding chap like you should be in the army fighting for his country.  Dad was in a protected job – miners did not have to join up.  He had bad eye sight anyway, and working in the pit made his eyes worse. 

* Most of the local pits were owned by Earl Fitzwilliam from nearby Wentworth Woodhouse.

Eventually this man wore him down.  He enlisted in late November 1915, aged 19, into the 2^nd Battalion of the Yorkshire and Lancashire Regiment, .  His number was 23995, Private, he trained at Cocken Hall and then at Lullwell School, Sunderland.  The regiment had previously been stationed in India before going to France.  Dad went directly to France as a replacement from Dieppe.   

He didn’t have to go to the front, if he’d showed his paybook but he didn’t want to be a “base wallah”. 

They went “over the top” in an attempt to capture Bapaume – he thought the date was around November 11^th.

The bombardment against them was fierce and bullets hit his steel helmet and his bayonet whilst laying in a shell hole.  He made a run for it and was hit in the wrist.

Picture 1 - Wentworth Woodhouse the home of Earl Fitzwilliam, owner of the pit where my father worked.

Picture 2 - Private 23995 Albert Braithwaite

Picture 3 - My father is on the left, unfortunately I don't know the names of his two friends or exactly when this picture was taken.

I asked my father to write down his experiences of his time in the Yorkshire and Lancashire force - I gave him a notebook and although he did start writing in this book, he preferred to write on scraps of paper and I found some of these inserted inside the book.  I repeat below what my father had written -

Enlisted December 1915.  The Doctor passed me A1 but, never tested my eyesight.  I was told they would let me have Xmas at home.  Joined the York and Lancs, went to the Depot at Pontefract, was then posted to Cocken Hall in Durham, and later to Sunderland. 

The reason I enlisted I quarrelled with my eldest brother with whom I worked, none of my older three brothers could work with him.  The same day, a local officer in the army had been to see my mother and told her that if I didn't join up, I should be conscripted, so she said I had better enlist.  This was not true because I was in work of National importance, and I was sole support for my Mother and two young sisters.

The pay for a private was 6 shillings per week, but I had to make an allowance for my widowed mother and 2 sisters which left me three shillings per week.  I was really surprised to find, that in France, they used dirty and torn bits of paper and aluminium coins for money.

Here he writes "continue from the red ink" meaning one of the scraps of paper!  So I do hope I have them in the correct order and because they were loose, and I may have not found them all.

We were well entertained in Sunderland, we could go out to tea every day.  We had cross country running every Saturday and we were entertained by the local towns.  Lovely tea parties.  I was examined for several drafts but the MO wouldn't pass me owing to my eye sight.  This went on until April 1916.  A krankie old time Major came round, every time he saw me he asked why I wasn't "over there".  I told him they would not pass me fit.  He meant me going and he sent me with the next draft being passed fit. 

One family (in Sunderland) took particular interest in me, somehow they got my home address and when I told them I was going to France and I wouldn't see them again, they sent for my Mother.  My Mother came to see me at the School where we (were) stationed.  I could only speak to her through railings.  I went to see the Officer in Charge, at first he refused permission to take Mother to these people who had sent for her.  I explained she was in a strange town, I pleaded with him, and in the end he let me take her.

I shall never forget the journey to London from one tube station to another.  I remember one station, we came out at the street 3 times until we found the one we wanted. 

We eventually reached Southampton.  We left the next morning, we sailed on the "La Margarite" a paddle steamer*, a beautiful spring morning in April, sailed passed Le Havre, up the River Seine to Rouen.  I shall never forget it, the winding river, lovely country.  When (we) got to Rouen the MO asked how I had been sent to France (it was stated in my pay-book the state of my eyesight).  They passed me unfit, and sent me to Dieppe to work on the docks.  I stayed all the summer checking, unloading of timber, living like a civilian.  I went to a Medical Board every month.  Sometime in September, I went to Medical Board without my pay-book and they passed me A1.  I was sent to the Regimental Depot at Etaples-sur-mer.

I went up with a draft of men to relieve as part of the 6th Division York and Lancs.

We went into (the) front line trenches at round about midnight.  Went over the top at dawn the next day, it was sheer murder, we were mowed down like ninepins.  Me and another lad dropped in a four inch shell crater, we were curled together.  I was hit by a bullet on the steel helmet, they hit my rifle and bayonet, and they hit the thick part of my heel of my boot.  When the daylight began to fade, I saw some of the party creeping back, but, I was foolish, but lucky.  I ran back to the trench, I could feel the bullets rushing past me.  When I reached the trench, it was a shambles, dead, wounded and dying.

I would like to mention that before we went over, we were given a ration of Rum.  I had never tasted liquor before, it stupefied me and I only recalled what had happened a few days afterwards.

The picture on the left shows a Canadian Casualty Clearing Station under attack in the Trones Wood/Guillemont area in August 1916

I found this picture on the following website.  This website tells the story of a very brave man, Captain Noel Godfrey Chavasse, VC and Bar, MC.  Please click on the link below for the account of his bravery.

http://www.chavasse.u-net.com/chavasse.html

The next night the Battalion went behind the lines for a rest.  When the orderly officer saw my paybook, they sent me back to base camp. I was then sent to work at a Railhead Romscamp.  After a few weeks, I was posted to Abbeville to work for the French Usine-a-Gaz (gas works), for which I was paid extra money. 

One day it was published in Orders, that anyone having had experience in the Mines could get back to Blighty if they were marked unfit.  I put my name down on the list and hoped for the best.

I forgot to mention that the trenches were in the village of Guillemont, Trones Wood, and our objective was Les Beuf and ....?

I can't decipher Dad's writing here so I scanned that line and show it below -

Lesboeufs was their first objective, but as yet I can't figure out what the other place(s) are.

His account though stopped here, I do intend to check with the records held at Kew for the official version of his service.  He didn't mention in his written account that he had received a bullet in his wrist.  He learnt to knit and crochet as rehabilitation for this wound.  This was to become a lifetime hobby.   There seem to be several pieces of paper missing, there is no account of his wrist injury and the ending is abrupt; was he refused his discharge?  This is something else I'll have to check with the records at Kew.  My father asked my husband to take the photo on the right, this shows a tablecloth he had made for someone and he was very proud of this one. He must have been about 65 years old when he crocheted this one.

* I have found a website http://freespace.virgin.net/tom.lee/lamargimg.htm  with information and photographs about paddle steamers and including the "La Marguerite" - according to the webmaster of this interesting webpage, Tom Lee, she was requisitioned for use by the Admiralty as a transport ship during the First World War.  In 1919 she was chartered by the Isle of Man Steam Packet Co for one season, but then returned to her old Liverpool and Menai Bridge route.  She was broken up at Briton Ferry by Wards in 1925. 

("Wards" was T.W. Wards - a Sheffield company - my husband, Barry, worked for them in the 1970's in their Publicity Department.  Like the ships which they broke up, T.W. Wards is no more!)

Dad's verbal account of his discharge was that he hoped never to go back down the pit and he used his  discharge pay by enrolling at the Pitman's School in Leeds.  However his money ran out before he completed the course.  He had had lessons in administration and often wrote reminders to himself in shorthand.  Whilst in France he managed to learn some French as well as German. These new skills though weren't enough to enable him to apply for a clerical job so he got a job with Wath Urban District Council driving their refuse lorries.  Image 1:  is of Dad posing on the dashboard of his Wath Urban District Council Refuse Lorry. Image 2:  is of the post card informing my father that he was being awarded the three medals: the 1914-15 Star; British War Medal; and the Victory Medal.  He was most upset when these 'disappeared' from the kitchen drawer where they were always seen when that particular drawer was opened.

I have been a regular visitor to the LDS Church Family History Centre at Grenoside, near Sheffield and was at home browsing through the Family Search Catalogue on their website looking to see what was available and found that the LDS Church had copies of the WWI soldiers papers, the so-called "Burnt" or "Unburnt" documents. I printed off the relevant details for both these for the surname BRAITHWAITE, A.  and subsequently ordered firstly the "Burnt" record. 

Latest Information: Apparently though 60% of the records were destroyed in an incendiary air raid in WW2 so I was not that confident about finding Dad's details.  However they were there!  I was over the moon - my Dad's papers were included in the "Burnt Records" - more information shortly.

Updated 23 May 2007