A Letter From the Dead

Two weeks ago, I received a message on my blog:

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Seeing as my blog seems to be so hard to Google, let alone be found by some sort of relative, I proceeded with caution.

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Turns out this dude is the great-grandson of Thomas Tozer – my great great uncle – and his cousin has been doing a lot of research into his family. He wanted to find out if I had any more information about Thomas Tozer,  but unfortunately, the information I received was from my dad’s cousin who also has been researching the Tozer family tree – and probably got his information through this guy’s cousin. I knew that Thomas was a member of the TA, and that he died following the Battle of Passchendaele – though there seems to be a discrepancy about his death date. We never knew how he died.

He found a blog post about the time I visited Thomas Tozer’s grave with my sister and friend on a WWI trip.

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His response:

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Whaaaaat? A letter?

Thomas-T

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So it was a gas attack that killed him. Did he die by gas or just during an attack? Of all the ways to die in the First World War, to most of us in the present day, this seems the most daunting. Mustard gas, for example, caused people to die a very slow and painful death; their bodies broke down both inside and out, with the skin turning into the most painful blisters and their lungs slowly eroding, effectively causing the people to drown. But that would be the worst possible conclusion.

A family letter from the war seems to be some of the most treasured possessions a modern person can have, and I have never known of any in my family, so this was very exciting for me. I asked if he would send me a copy of the letter. It’s a photocopy of a photocopy so some of it is a little illegible. It was sent to his sister Alice from Zonnebecke, which is where his grave is. And here it is (see further down for my transcription):

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I’ve tried to write out what it says as best I can – I’ve added punctuation to make it easier to read:

“Sun 25/11/17

Dear Alice,

I now take the pleasure to write you these few lines hoping that they will find you and Albert and children in the best of health. I am fairly well myself considering the time that I have been through. I have just come out of the line. I were only in for a few days. It was my first time [illegible] and it was quite enough I can assure you. It was not being in the trenches but to get there we had to pass through a barage of shell fire to get there and the same coming out. We had several casualties but thank God I came through all right and we were told that we were heroes [?] every one. We simply followed one another like sheep going to the fold but it was a very trying time I can tell you. I have been out here a month now and the different places that I have seen are terrible to see  nothing but ruins everywhere. It is heartbreaking to see them and the sooner this terrible carnage is over the better.

Harriet* and the children are all fairly well at present but they must be feeling absence and I hope God will spare me to return to them as soon as possible but at times I dread to think of the future. Life out here is very trying at times what with the lice and the noise and the former, well, I have to have a roll call every night or else I should be overrun. Keatings powder** they seem to like for they sit upon their hind legs and ask for more and they get quite fat. Polly sent me some different stuff so I am just giving that a trial and I hope that I shall feel a bit easier.

Polly tells me that Albert was up in London the other week and that he has got a further extension and I am glad and I hope he can keep out of it. I suppose Bert is getting quite a young man now and the baby quite a big girl. My address is Pte T Tozer 38996, 2/5 East Lancs, B Coy, 8 Platoon, B.E.F. France***.

I think that this is all I have to say dear sister so hoping to have a line from you. I will close with best wishes to you all from your

affec brother Tom”

*Harriet was his wife. She remarried in 1947 and died in 1953. She’s buried with her second husband Charles John Wing in Gunnersbury cemetery

**Keating’s flea and lice powder was the staple powder the British soldiers used to try and kill off their lice – but to little avail

***B Coy = B Company, B.E.F. stands for British Expeditionary Force

Range of Ranges

Look at this:

 

 This was at someone’s house I went to for lunch recently, in their conservatory.  Now it’s used as an ornament, but it used to sit in someone’s flat. Apparently it was a small, coal cooker, used to cook your food and heat up tiny bedsits.

Up until fairly recently in the 20th century, it seems that the cooking area was relied upon as a source of heating for the home, and not just for the use of cooking. Before the invention of the cooker/range, chimneys were where things were cooked, and where everybody sat around as a source of light and heat. And even before that, an open fire was found in the great halls of old medieval buildings (the great hall was a large communal room where food was cooked over the fire in the centre, and also where everyone ate, socialised and slept. Later, with the invention of the chimney, this divided the great hall into the living area and the cooking area. Later on still, the kitchen in upper class homes was removed completely from the home, due to the smell of food and the “disgust” it induced in the wealthy classes – a tricky geographical location to serve dinner from without it going cold on its journey down to the dining area). After the range was introduced, there was then the battle between gas and electricity companies and their cookers, then the invention of the thermostat – something we all take for granted – and so on. Without completely re-writing a book I recently read by Dr Lucy Worsley, and getting myself sued for piracy, you can read the rest in more detail for yourself: If Walls Could Talk: The History of the Home. It’s a really interesting, well written book, and enlightens you on the progress of things you never even think about.

Here is another picture of some funky, retro ranges I saw in the Churchill War Rooms yesterday, that they used in the kitchen of Churchill’s underground bunkers. Apologies about the quality; I was struggling with exposure vs shutter speed.