Dorothy Mary Watson and Robert Ernest Vernede
November 2018, to mark the centaury anniversary of the
end of the First World War, Danny Boyle, film and television director, invited local
communities to beaches around the country to say thank you and goodbye to those
men and women who gave their lives for the cause of the conflict of the Frist
World War.
On selected beaches around the country portraits, of
an individual who had fought during the conflict were drawn in the sand. As the tide rose, the said portrait was lost
to the sea, and we as a nation, took a moment to say thank you.
The portrait that was drawn on Swansea beach, was that
Dorothy Mary Watson. At the event, cards
were given. Each card had a photograph
of a person, who had died and who they served with.
In a series of blogs, and taken some of those
photographs, we will see who these people really were.
First question. Who was Dorothy Mary Watson?
Dorothy was the daughter of William and Mary Ann
Watson, born 1899 Bristol.
At the time of the 1901 Census, Dorothy aged 2, is
residing with her mother, Mary at 4 Whiteway Road, Bristol. Her mother who was born at Onisburuy,
Shropshire has not got an occupation. Also,
living in the house, is two older brothers, Raymond aged 12 and Gilbert aged 3.
British Census 31st March 1901 4 Whiteway Road, Bristol |
A decade later, at the time of the 1911 Census, the
family have moved to Swansea and resided at 178 Port Tennant Road, St.
Thomas. Father, William Watson, is head
of the family, his occupation is General Labourer. Dorothy, now aged 12, is an attendant at
school. There is the addition of 3 younger
siblings, Arthur Edward, aged 8, William Clifford, aged 6 and Gladys Constance aged
4.
British Census 2nd April 1911 178 Port Tenant Road, St. Thomas, Swansea |
31st July 1917, the first day of the Battle
of Passchendaele, 19-year-old munitions worker Mary was accidently killed in an
Explosion at H.M. Factory, based at Pembrey.
11th August 1917 The South Wales Weekly Post |
24th August 1917 The Carmarthen Journal and South Wales Weekly Advertiser |
11th August, The South Wales Weekly Post publishes
and article covering the funeral of Dorothy and Mildred Owen. 24th August 1917, The Carmarthen
Journal and South Wales Weekly Advertiser publish an article Both girls are buried at Danygraig Cemetery and they are also
commemorated at the cenotaph on the Swansea sea front.
Robert Ernest Vernede |
The first person randomly picked from the cards, from the Pages of the Sea
cards is Robert Ernest Vernede. Robert
served as 2nd Lieutenant with the 5th Battalion; Rifle
Brigade attached to the 12th Battalion. He was 41 years old when he died from his
wounds on 9th April 1917.
Son of solicitor
Oscar Vernède and Annie (née McEwen) Vernède; husband of Caroline Howard (née
Fry) Vernede of ‘The Paper Mill’, Standon, Hertfordshire, England. at the time of the 1901 Census, Robert is
residing with his family at 119 Landsdowne Road, Kensington.
British Census 31st March 1901 119 Landsdowne Road, Kensington |
A noted poet and
author, Robert Ernest Vernède had studied at St. Paul’s School in London, where
he proved to be an outstanding student, as well as a sports enthusiast and
gifted athlete; his writing and his poetry revealed an impressive and
imaginative intellect.
After graduating from St. Paul’s, he continued his studies at St. John’s College at Oxford University.
Later, now an Oxford graduate, he began a career in writing.
Robert Ernest Vernède was quick to volunteer when the First World War broke out; he enlisted in the 19th Royal Fusiliers, a Public Schools Battalion, in 1914, and he became Private Vernède. Later, in 1915, he was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant in the Rifle Brigade.
In January 1916, Vernède embarked, with his regiment, for France and the Western Front.
In September of 1916 he sustained a thigh wound, so was invalided back to England for treatment and recovery; that December he returned to France to continue serving with his regiment.
On 9 April 1917, which fell on Easter Monday, Second Lieutenant Robert Ernest Vernède led his battalion in their attack at Havrincourt Wood, not far from the city of Arras. He received mortal injuries during the attack and died on the field.
After graduating from St. Paul’s, he continued his studies at St. John’s College at Oxford University.
Later, now an Oxford graduate, he began a career in writing.
Robert Ernest Vernède was quick to volunteer when the First World War broke out; he enlisted in the 19th Royal Fusiliers, a Public Schools Battalion, in 1914, and he became Private Vernède. Later, in 1915, he was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant in the Rifle Brigade.
In January 1916, Vernède embarked, with his regiment, for France and the Western Front.
In September of 1916 he sustained a thigh wound, so was invalided back to England for treatment and recovery; that December he returned to France to continue serving with his regiment.
On 9 April 1917, which fell on Easter Monday, Second Lieutenant Robert Ernest Vernède led his battalion in their attack at Havrincourt Wood, not far from the city of Arras. He received mortal injuries during the attack and died on the field.
One of Roberts poems “To Our Fallen” is below
YE
sleepers, who will sing you?
We can but give our tears—
Ye dead men, who shall bring you
Fame in the coming years?
Brave souls … but who remembers
The flame that fired your embers? …
Deep, deep the sleep that holds you
Who one time had no peers.
Yet maybe Fame’s but seeming
And praise you’d set aside,
Content to go on dreaming,
Yea, happy to have died
If of all things you prayed for—
All things your valour paid for—
One prayer is not forgotten,
One purchase not denied.
But God grants your dear England
A strength that shall not cease
Till she have won for all the Earth
From ruthless men release,
And made supreme upon her
Mercy and Truth and Honour—
Is this the thing you died for?
Oh, Brothers, sleep in peace!
We can but give our tears—
Ye dead men, who shall bring you
Fame in the coming years?
Brave souls … but who remembers
The flame that fired your embers? …
Deep, deep the sleep that holds you
Who one time had no peers.
Yet maybe Fame’s but seeming
And praise you’d set aside,
Content to go on dreaming,
Yea, happy to have died
If of all things you prayed for—
All things your valour paid for—
One prayer is not forgotten,
One purchase not denied.
But God grants your dear England
A strength that shall not cease
Till she have won for all the Earth
From ruthless men release,
And made supreme upon her
Mercy and Truth and Honour—
Is this the thing you died for?
Oh, Brothers, sleep in peace!
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