Annie Sarah Redhouse, John George Redhouse, Nelly Rachel Redhouse and Harry Redhouse

All children of Dr Shelley's father's maternal grandmother and grandfather. Notes prepared by Dr Shelley's late father

Aunt Annie (Annie, Sarah)

born at Brompton Barracks, Chatham. 31-8-1872. She died in 1908 aged 35 years at their new home, Homoko, (now demolished for housing estate, the Wey Lodge Estate), in the Haslemere Road. According to a newspaper report of the funeral, she died after a long illness. she suffered from an incurable malady and during the last months gradually became worse.


'Homoko'

For a number of years she had served in the bar of the Railway Hotel of which her father was the proprietor. Also, quoting from the paper, "By her winsome manner she had gained the esteem of all with whom she had come in contact". I was only three years old when she died , in those days, of the killer disease TB. Now with modern medical care, she would have recovered, I think she had a fairly arduous life, as happened in those large Victorian families. This was a family of eight children and she was the eldest. As soon as she was capable, she had to help her mother. Her mother died two years before she did. To me she was tall, fair, slim and handsome.

When she was taken out in her wheel chair and I got tired, I was allowed to Sit in the well at her feet, and I enjoyed it. I understand since that it is a good way to catch TB.The wheel chair I remember well. It was typical of the invalid chair of those days. It had a basket structure with two large wheels at the back, a handle for pushing and a small wheel in the front which by an extended handle could either be guided by the occupant or by turning 90 degrees could be used as an extra means of towing from the front.

Uncle Jack (John George)

known in the family as Jack was born on 12-2-1875 at Mary Hall Barracks, Glasgow. Died 1917 aged 42 years. He was like all the Redhouse boys, tall, smart and good looking. According to reports, he suffered from TB when he died, a complaint he contracted in France when driving a private ambulance for Lady Colvyn, who was working for the Red Cross.

In his younger days, he was a good all round cricketer and played for the local cricket club. I have a metal cricket cap badge which is inscribed, "Presented to J. Redhouse Junior for his many good bowling performances L.C.C. 1894 by A.J.M. L.C.C. was Liphook Cricket Club. The initials A.J.M. represent Sir Archibald Mac Donald, one of the local villager squires at Ludshott Manor.

He was also an active member of the local football club. He like the rest of the Redhouse boys having been to the local council school, then finished his education, in his case at Haslemere Grammar School.

For a considerable time he helped his father in the management of the business, at the Railway Hotel. His particular specialised line of business was in the management of the horses and carriages of which they had several. Later after leaving the Railway Hotel, he started on his own, a car taxi business. He then joined the service of Lady Colvyn as her chauffeur at Langley near Liss and was with her when war broke out. Then he started with Miss Joan Colvyn an ambulance service in France. They appeared to have had a rough time working all hours and in all weathers.


The Railway Hotel

I was 12 years old when uncle Jack died, my brother two years younger and so I knew him well. When he had his own taxi, he seemed to enjoy allowing us to clean and service it, and we used to get as black as tinkers much to our mother's horror. No washing machines in those days.)

I remember one day, he was underneath the car, when it started up down a slope. Fortunately, no damage was done; as the car being high off the ground it cleared him easily. He just got up after it had cleared him and ran after it and stopped it. He seemed to be very friendly with everyone.

During his long illness when he spent some considerable time in bed, I used to read the 'Boys Friend' which he purchased, and he liked me to sit by the bed and read it to him. Later he felt too weak to write letters and I remember on several evenings sitting up writing letters he dictated with the light of a candle in an upturned shoe box, on end. This was because the bedroom had windows wide open for a consumptive and there was a mild form of black out in force due to the war.

We missed him when he died. He never married, but always too an interest in us boys. He appeared to be very interested in cars which were then in their infancy, owned one as a taxi for a time and did his own maintenance and repairs. In those days garages were few and far between.

He was the unfortunate recipient of a white feather when very ill which upset him. He appeared to have a serious outlook on life, worked hard and was of sobre and quiet disposition.

My mother (Nellv Rachel)

known to the rest of the family as Nel. Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia. 3l-8-1877. Died 1970 aged 93 years. She was the third eldest, and five years younger than her eldest sister and two years younger than Jack, her brother. She was married to my father on lst November l90l. He was 28 and my mother was 27. They were married in Bramshott Church. At the time my father was a Sergeant in the Wiltshire regiment at Borden Camp near Headley and my mother was helping her parents in the Railway Hotel, Liphook. My father, who was an orphan boy when he joined the army in 1895, had before his marriage earned several proficiency badges, obtained his 3rd and 2nd class educational certificates from the army school and taken a course of muscle exercises and was known as the regimental strong man. He had been safely through the South African war.

My mother's education consisted of what she obtained at the local schools, and was supplemented by evening classes which she paid for herself.

She had three sons, Archie, myself, born in 1905, Tom born in 1907, and John born in 1918. She married what was in those days termed 'on the strength' so we were entitled to married quarters.

She was for a time in Dublin, when my father was on the prison staff, and at Pembroke Dock, where I was born, and Devizes, Wilts. where the Third Wilts had their depot at the Barracks.At other periods we were in lodgings at Weymouth, when the Wilts were on defence in the 1914-18 war, and also at Homoko, Liphook.

My mother always appeared to be quite calm and cool. She never appeared to be highly excited about things and on the other hand she never showed her worries and she had plenty. In a crisis she said little and carried on doing her best to help, and if required take charge. She brought up a very happy family and lived a happy married life.

My father having died in 1960 aged 81, my mother bravely carried on, on her own at 322, Devizes Road, Salisbury, doing the garden and every week taking flowers over to my father's grave in the Devizes Road Cemetery until she found she couldn't carry on any longer. Then she came and lived with us at 33, Bushey Hall Road, Bushey, Watford and then when we moved to 209, Willington Street, Maidstone.

She died whilst with us and was buried in Devizes Road Cemetery, Salisbury just before her 93rd birthday. It was due to my mother's influence that my father went on and obtained his first class certificate and ended his army career with a commission in the 1914-18 war.

My father before he Joined the army had been an apprentice to a taxidermist in Salisbury and some of his work and tools are in the Salisbury Museum.

Uncle Harry

born at Brompton Barracks, Chatham on 27-3-1880 and died 3-12-59 aged 79.

He married Daisy Bennett at Guildford and had two children, Paul who died at 18 and later a daughter who was last heard of married and living in New York. Harry who was tall and athletic and a good cricketer, opening batsman and played for Hampshire. He went in for teaching and his wife was a teacher. They lived in London in a flat in Tooting Bec. He was reputed to have the reputation of avoiding any jobs needed around the Railway Hotel and either employed his time playing cricket or was supposed to be studying. When a teenager I knew him, when he came down for the weekend to Homoko in the Haslemere Road. He sometimes played cricket with us boys (Tom and. myself) If it was known in the village that he was down, the cricket secretary was after him to make up the village team. Protestations were made that he had no kit with him. It used to end up with him going down to watch and then going in a few wickets down with just pads on. The opposing side thought they had a softy coming until uncle would suddenly start hitting sixes all round the ground much to his own and the Liphookite's delight.

He seemed to spend his leisure time going the round of clubs in Tooting Bec, challenging and winning skittles for a drink wager, or challenging someone to spell words like Mediterranean also for a drink wager. He appeared to have his name on the skittles and bowls trophies in several Conservative clubs.

He was a bit of a dare devil in his youth according to my mother, for example trying out the theory of parachuting by leaping off the hotel roof with a coachman's umbrella. Fortunately it caught in the ivy and the ivy and the umbrella were strong enough to support him and enable him to climb down. On another occasion it was a jump from the parapet of a railway bridge into a sand truck passing below. He managed to avoid war service in the 1914-18 war as he had injured his wrist in a small explosion when doing chemistry experiments.

He was very friendly to us boys and always appeared to be wanting to show off. He and his wife who both kept teaching until they retired, appeared to spend lavishly on the hard stuff. He never owned his own house and he appeared to spend most of his evenings in the clubs, taking home a 1/2 bottle of whisky as a peace offering. He was always hard up and was executor of my Grandfather's will and there was some difficulty in making him make the final share out.

One of his great prides was to talk about his wife's relations the Bennetts.

Daisy's brother was a reporter on the Express and he described Liphook as 'sleepy, leafy Liphook' in a report on a Sunday excursion. Later he became friendly with Beaverbrook and Churchill producing a paper in the General Strike of 1930. He was promoted to editor of the Express by Beaverbrook.

I still remember going to Uncle Harry and Aunt Daisy's wedding. I have a picture of that event. I was a page seated in the front on the grass. I had on a pair of shorts. It was summer. On the other side of the picture is a small bridesmaid, Aunt Daisy's niece, and the last I beard of her she was a major/doctor in the R.A.M.C. (That was in World War I) All the men wore top hats and the women wore picture hats. In the midst of this forest, a few faces appear.

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