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Artillery Tracer Card
Family history is always full of surprises. On V.E. Day I posted a page from my Dad's Regimental Diary in Burma. Shortly after I had a quick look through the archives and was stunned to discover two of his artillery tracer cards. I had goosebumps. Although I already have much of the information, this gives clearer detail of his earlier military career. Needless to say I'm thrilled.
V.E. Day
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| 4th Field R.A. Diary 8th May 1945 |
My Dad was in Burma with 4th Field Royal Artillery when V.E. was being celebrated in Europe. I am currently writing a book about his experiences. Here is a page from his regiments diary, showing the entry about Churchill’s V.E. radio broadcast on May 8th 1945. But, Dad, with the rest of the ‘Forgotten Army’ still had plenty to do. The Japanese Imperial Army did not surrender until August 15th 1945. It was then that WWII came to an end, and our boys could at last celebrate. It became known as VJ Day. In Burma, Dad’s regiment celebrated with a 21 gun salute, consumed 2 months worth of liquor and had a football match between officers and NCOs. The NCOs scored in the last minute!
Dad finally came home in November 1946.
SITREP : A Poem by 4th Battalion Royal West Kent Regimant
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| My father, Samuel Wait (1923-2008) |
For over 18 months I have been researching my father's military career. Going through various regimental diaries, military papers, books etc. Dad was in the 4th Field Royal Artillery and often attached to 4th Battalion Royal West Kents. Here is a poem I have discovered in the RWK Diary, written just before the ' Battle of the Admin Box' :
‘SITREP' a poem attached to the Appendix of the Royal West Kent Regimental Diary dated January 1944:
SITREP
The Jap hold out at RAZABIL
He’s made a raid on TAUNG,
There’s trouble on the NGAKYEDAUK
It seems he must be strong.
He’s even tried for BRIASCO BRIDGE
The sky is full of Zeros,
His troops hold out on 731
Prepare to die like heroes.
Brigade have moved up on a hill,
And put up a sign “NO ENTRY
And just to show they mean their word
Beside them stands a sentry.
They say they’re digging in at Corps
(The RAJPUTS are at hand,
And 14th ARMY orders us
To fight and make a stand.
There’s reinforcements on the way
No talk of going back,
The keynote of our plans shall be
Attack-Attack-ATTACK
We’ve lots of planes and tanks and guns
While Britain rules the ocean,
We’re only waiting for the word
To set the thing in motion.
We’re fighting fit and full of fight
So let’s get cracking soon-
We’d like to see old TOJO’s face
When he hears we’re in RANGOON”.
(4 RWK Diary)
The Cloak of St. Brigid
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| St. Brigid |
Saturday (1st February) was the Feast Day of St. Brigid. As one of the patron saints of Ireland, she has many supernatural events, and folk customs associated with her. Some believe St. Brigid (also known as Brigit, Bride, Brid), is an ancient mother goddess whom Christian monks ‘borrowed’ to become a saint. She shares her feast day with the pre-Christian ‘Imbolc’, a spring festival, midway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox .
St Brigid’s life, is like the miraculous cloak she is said to have worn - shrouded in mystery. In fact, there have been controversial debates as to whether St Brigid existed at all. As a family historian and genealogist this wets my appetite. So, in-between searching for the ancestors of my clients, I decided to investigate her story further.
It is said that if you repeat St. Brigid’s genealogy you will be protected:
“ This is the genealogy of the holy maiden Bride,
Radiant flame of gold, noble foster mother of Christ,
Bride, daughter of Dugall the Brown,
Son of Aodh, son of Art, son of Conn,
Son of Crearer, Son of Cis, son of Carmac, son of Carruin,
Every day and every night
That I say the genealogy of Bride,
I shall not be killed, I shall not be harried,
I shall not be put in a cell, I shall not be wounded,
Neither shall Christ leave me in forgetfulness.
No fire, no sun, no moon shall burn me,
No lake, no water, nor sea shall drown me,
No arrow of fairy nor dart of fay shall wound me
And I under the protection of my Holy Mary
And my gentle foster-mother is my beloved Bride” .
Her father was possibly a pagan chieftain of Leinster, known as Dubthach Bryen an’ Brocca and her Portuguese mother, Brocessa, was a Christian bondswoman baptised by Saint Patrick. Brigid’s father named her after one of the most powerful goddesses of the pagan religion - the goddess of fire, whose manifestations were song, craftsmanship, and poetry, which the Irish considered the flame of knowledge.
She is said to have been born a slave and was inspired by St. Patrick’s preachings to become a Christian. As she grew up, she became renown for her healing and kindness. One account, describes how Brigid donated to the poor, her mother's entire store of butter, which was later replenished after she prayed.
Dubthach became tired of his daughters charitable deeds, and one day took her in a chariot to King Breasal Bealach of Leinster, in Dun Ailine, with the intention of selling her. Outside the castle, Brigid gave her father’s jewelled encrusted sword to a leper, so he could barter it for alms. When the King heard of this, he recognised her heart and convinced Dubthach to grant her freedom by saying, "Her merit before God is greater than ours.”
St. Brigid wanted to live a life of holy chastity in the service of God and to the poor. However, her father insisted that she marry the wealthy man he had promised her to. So, legend says that she prayed to God, that her beauty would be taken away from her, so no one would seek her hand in marriage; St. Brigid’s prayer was granted. Her father then succumbed.
She then travelled to Croghan Hill in Co. Meath and asked St. Maccaille, who was a bishop and had a church there, to admit her into religious life. At first, he was reluctant to grant St. Brigid’s request, but was eventually convinced of her sincerity. Some sources say she received the veil from St. Mel, one of St Patrick’s nephews.
Once Brigid began leading a life of prayer, her beauty is said to have returned.
Little is known about St. Brigid’s early church work, but, after a vision from God, she tried to convince the King of Leinster to give her land, to set up a convent. She explained to him that it was near to a wood and a lake, providing both fuel and water, as well as pasture to raise animals. However, the King laughed at her, and would not part with the land. At this, St. Brigid begged him to give her as much land as her cloak could cover and promised not to bother him again. The King, wanting to get rid of her, agreed, as he could easily afford to lose such a small area of land. St. Brigid then led the King to the place and removed her cloak. With God’s help, the cloak is said to have spread miraculously across acres of land!
According to the Liber Hymnorum, written in the 11th Century, the Curragh, a plain in what is now known as Kildare, was granted by the King of Leinster to St. Brigid. It’s location was situated where the Druids had venerated a sacred oak tree, and kept a perpetual fire burning in honour of the Celtic gods. St. Brigid and her seven nuns, tended the fire too, but they ‘baptised’ it, consecrating the eternal flame to Christ, the eternal light of the world. It became known as Cill-Dara (Kildare) or the Church of the Oak. Sadly, it was destroyed in the 12th Century. But, this marriage of the Celtic and Christian became the hallmark of St Brigid’s mission.
"Bride, excellent woman,
sudden flame,
may the fiery, bright sun
take us to the lasting kingdom."
Tradition puts the year of St. Brigid’s founding of the first Irish convent, as 480 AD. It soon flourished into a centre of pilgrimage for bishops, priests and chieftains and later became one of the three most important Christian sites in Ireland. Kings showered the site with rich gifts and royal favours. The poor and the infirm came in their multitudes. The community later became an abbey for monks and nuns, with the abbess ranking above the abbot.
St Brigid is said to have been given the last rites in Kildare on the 1st February 525 AD. She was buried at the right of the high alter of the church she had created, and soon her shrine became an object of pilgrimage, especially on her feast day. An elaborate tomb was then constructed, ‘adorned with gems and precious stones and crowns of gold and silver.’ Many miracles ‘were wrought there through her intercession.’
Sadly, down the centuries, St Brigid’s remains have not rested in peace. About 878 AD, because of Viking raids, her remains were exhumed and taken to Downpatrick and re-buried alongside St. Patrick and St. Columba. A stone in the grounds of Downs Cathedral, overlooking the meandering River Quoile, reputedly marks the place.
But, St. Brigid’s skull was then extracted and taken in about 1283 by three Irish knights travelling to the Aragonese Crusade. However, they perished near Lisbon and her skull was enshrined in a special chapel in the Church of St. John the Baptist at Lumier.
One of many popular and profound legends of St Brigid is the story of Dara, the blind nun. St. Brigid prayed for the restoration of Dara’s sight, but when the miracle was granted, Dara realised that the clarity of sight blurred God in the eye of the soul, whereupon she asked Brigid to return her to the beauty of darkness.
Another of the miracles attributed to St. Brigid, is her ability to change water into beer for a leper colony - and provide enough beer for 18 churches from a single barrel! She is sometimes known as the patron saint of beer.
But she might also be able to cure a hangover. On St. Brigid’s Eve if you place a ribbon on the window sill outside during the night. The ribbon is said to lengthen, and if preserved, is as a cure for headache!
The Powerful Silverweed
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| Silverweed |
During a recent walk, my fiancee Jules, pointed out this remarkable little plant to me (pictured). It was Silverweed. Not only did the Romans use Silverweed as an early form of ‘insole,’ but I was astonished to discover how it played such an integral role in the lives of our early ancestors. There is a well-worn phrase, ‘history is all around us’, often it’s under our feet! Silverweed not only has an incredible amount of uses, but opens a window on our ancient past.
We found this Silverweed, or Silver Cinquefoil, growing on a trackway along Churchdown Hill, near where we live. Down the centuries, Silverweed has had various names. This creeping, trailing plant can be found on sandy or gravely soils, rough grassland, roadside verges and even sand dunes. The leaves are silvery covered with silky white hairs, particularly on the underside. These hairs are also present on the stem and the stolons, which give the leaves the silvery appearance from which the plant gets its name. It is also known as goosegrass, not only because geese enjoy it, but the shape of the leaves are similar to the bird's footmarks. In Sweden, the flower is called gåsört (goose-wort).
Between June and August, its little yellow, saucer-like flowers appear, which remain all year-round. Its Latin name ‘potentilla’ means ‘little powerful one,’ and it certainly is! Sweetened with a spoonful of honey, Silverweed can be used as a gargle for sore throats, mouth ulcers and gum infections. It is also an excellent remedy for cramps in the stomach and abdomen. On the continent, a tablespoonful of the herb, boiled in a cup of milk, has been recommended as an effective remedy in tetanus, or lockjaw. Silverweed’s dried and powdered leaves have also been successfully administered in ague. In ancient times a distilled water of the herb was used as a cosmetic for removing freckles, spots and pimples and even treating sunburn. The physicians of Myddfai in Carmarthenshire in Wales, recommended it with other herbs for women who could not have children.
“This is a plant under Venus, and deserves to be much more known in medicine than it is. It is of the nature of tansy. The leaves are mildly astringent: dried, and given in powder, they will frequently effect a cure in agues and intermittents (fevers); the usual dose is a mat-spoonful of the powder every three or four hours betwixt the fits”.
(Nicholas Culpepper: 17th Century)
Now for the history. Up until the end of the nineteenth century, the roots of ‘Wild Tansy’ (its earlier name), were eaten in times of famine, especially in the Scottish highlands and islands, and they were cultivated. It was said a man could sustain himself on a square of ground his own length, growing Silverweed. Its Gaelic names include brisgean, briosglan or brislean, meaning brittle. It is also known as an seachdamh aran - one of the seven breads of the Gael, which refers to its great importance in the diet of people in the highlands and islands of Scotland, before potatoes became common. The roots can be baked, boiled, roasted, dried and ground into a rough flour for bread or porridge and have even been seen eaten raw. On St. Kilda, they were eaten with melted giben (fowl fat).
“The root of it, which they call Moors in Yorkshire, about Settle, are eaten by the Boys in Winter, for they taste sweet, and are as pleasant as parsnips. Hogs dig them up and eat them greedily”.
Some of Silverweed’s other names are ‘Travellers Ease’ and ‘Traveler’s Joy’ . These names probably came about, because it was said that on long marches, Roman soldiers would pluck its leaves and place them in their shoes to prevent sore feet. Silverweed flourishes even when trampled, and was said to keep the feet of long-distance messengers cool and dry.
Learning about the uses of this little plant was fascinating. But, I was later amazed to discover in the area where it was growing, was a Neolithic Hill Fort, near some ‘Roman Steps’ skirting the great Roman arterial road called Ermin Street!
St. Agnes Day
Tomorrow is St. Agnes Eve (20th Jan). Across the country there are many wells, churches and springs dedicated to her. It is said that a visit by lovers to such a place, on the eve of her death, will mean they see their future.
John Keats in his work, ‘The Eve of St. Agnes (1820)’ wrote:
“ They told her how, upon St. Agnes Eve,
Young virgins might have visions of delight,
And soft adoring from their love receive,
Upon the honey’d middle of the night,
If ceremonies due they did aright;
As, supperless to bed they must retire,
And couch supine their beauties, lily white;
Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require
Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire”.
As a family historian, these ancient traditions fascinate me. I have posted a couple of times on here, and have been invited back, so here goes!
Firstly who was St. Agnes? It is said that she lived in Rome during the late 3rd or 4th Century. Various legends describe how, between the ages of 12-13, St. Agnes refused to marry, stating that her only spouse could be Jesus Christ. This angered her Roman suitors, who revealed to the authorities that she was a Christian. She was arrested, then ordered to abandon her Christian God to worship Roman deities. But St. Agnes refused. Her punishment, was to be put in a brothel. Awed by her purity and presence, all but one of the Roman youths left her untouched; in his attempt to violate her, the sole attacker was miraculously struck blind, whereupon Agnes healed him with prayer. She continued to refuse to renounce her faith and was tortured, then later beheaded, during the persecution of the Christians by the Roman emperor Diocletian. Her execution reportedly shocked even the bloodthirsty pagan crowd, since Agnes was so young and pure.
Agnes was buried near Rome, in a catacomb, beside the Via Nomentana. The daughter of Constantine later built a basilica in her honour and in the decades after her death, Agnes's tomb became a place of pilgrimage.
Thus, her death created a new wave of sympathy for the Christians and brought many to the faith. The name “Agnes” is similar to the Latin word ‘agnus', which means “lamb”. For this reason she is often depicted in art with a lamb, probably due to the lamb's association with gentleness, purity, and submission. The name actually comes from a Greek word which means “chaste, pure, sacred”.
Tradition states that she was martyred on January 21, and so her feast day is on this particular day. On this day, two lambs are traditionally brought from the Trappist abbey of Tre Fontane in Rome to the pope to be blessed. The wool from these lambs are woven into the the pallium which the pope himself wears and which he gives to newly consecrated archbishops as a token of his jurisdiction.
In art, Saint Agnes is represented as a young girl in robes, holding a ‘martyrs’ palm branch in her hand and a lamb at her feet. She became the patron saint of chastity, girls, gardeners, engaged couples, rape victims, and virgins. She is recognised as a saint in both the Catholic and Orthodox traditions.
So, Saint Agnes became a popular figure in Christian legend and various folk customs. In England, at least from the seventeenth century to the times of our Victorian ancestors, Agnes was one of several female saints invoked by young woman, who wanted to predict or influence their love life. St. Agnes Eve was the traditional time for carrying out these divinatory practices.
“ Saint Agnes is a friend to me,
In the gift I ask of thee,
Let me this night my husband see”.
Many different love divinations have been recorded for St. Agnes Eve. Fasting was the evening was popular. Also, ‘sowing of the hemp seed’, which was thrown over the shoulder of the unmarried girl at midnight to conjure up the wraith of her future lover. Another ritual was the making of the ‘dumb cake’. The cake would be baked by the single girl. She would have to remain silent throughout the entire process that followed, hence the titular ‘Dumb’ of the cake. Once the cake was baked she would eat it – still silent - at exactly midnight. The cake finished, she would then walk backwards to her bed, but before doing so she would undo all the fastenings of her clothes. There was good reason for this. As she walked backwards, assuming the charm had been performed correctly, the apparitions of her future husband would appear, chasing her and snatching at her clothes!
‘Aristotles Last Legacy’ (1711) gives a highly elaborate set of instructions for St. Agnes Day itself (21 January), in which sprigs of rosemary and thyme need to be urinated upon, then each laid in a shoe, before the same shoes are placed at the head of the bed and an incantation to the saint is repeated.
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