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Thursday, 18 May 2017

88 Days Lost At Sea and then a POW - The story of my great uncle

Today would have been my great uncle's 96th birthday, but sadly he passed away in 2004 aged 82. The younger brother of my grandfather, the two boys were raised in Bromley despite being born in Canada in 1920 and 1921. Their parents separated when uncle Denis was 6 and granddad was 7 and their mother returned home to Britain to be closer to her father and their father remained in Canada and they never saw him again.

Denis on the left with his brother George

They grew up together living with their mother Nellie and her father in Bromley. When war broke out he was conscripted into the Royal Navy in 1940 aged 19. He became a gunner in late 1940 and was transferred aboard the Norwegian merchant ship D/S Woolgar in 1942.

The Woolgar

On the 23rd February 1942 the Woolgar departed Trincomalee, Sri Lanka bound for the straits of Tjilatjap where she was delivering ammunition and TNT to British forces in Java (now known as Indonesia). This was just before the defence of Java broke down and in the chaos that followed she wasn't notified of the new situation and she headed straight into danger. On board were 48 souls, of whom 38 were Chinese.

Google Map of the Indian Ocean showing  Trincomalee,
Tjilatjap (Cilacap) and Port Blair

In the morning of March 7th 1942, about 150 miles south-west of Tjilatjap, an aircraft was spotted overhead. The aircraft circled above them several times before disappearing to the north. Woolgar turned around and headed south again, having decided to return to Ceylon (Sri Lanka). A few hours later several Japanese aircraft appeared and opened fire with bombs and machine guns and a lucky shot hit where the ammunition was stored, resulting in a tremendous explosion and within 12 minutes the Woolgar had disappeared beneath the waves.

Of the 48 souls aboard, 41 made it into the lifeboats (a 42nd soul also managed to escape, the captain, but he was separated from the crew and after 18 days at sea alone he also became a prisoner of the Japanese). Three of the crew had been injured during the attack, which included my uncle who received a head injury. Tensions grew between the Chinese crew and the Norwegian officers, mostly due to the differing views on what had to be done with the rationing of food and water, which was frequently stolen and when officers confronted the thieves they were met with violence and threats with axes, along with demands for more food. This resulted in very little sleep as no one felt safe enough to let their guard down.

Initially, they headed in the direction of Columbo via Cocos Island rather than risking imprisonment if they headed towards the much closer Java. After 12 days at sea, the Chinese refused to continue, they wanted to get to land at either Java or Sumatra. The situation became intolerable and eventually, the two crews separated with those who wanted to go to Java in one boat and those for Columbo in the other. Nothing is known of what happened to the other boat.

They sailed on and after a big storm pushed them off course they realised they were a couple of hundred miles closer to Australia than their intended destination, so they made the decision to head in that direction, a decision which was also based on the wind direction. Slowly the Chinese crew members amongst them began to lose their will to live and died one by one. By the 70th day, all the Chinese and one European has passed away leaving 6 people still alive.

They drifted for 88 days across the Indian Ocean and endured terrible suffering. Uncle Denis said "It was horrendous on the boat but we tried to keep our spirits up. There were many times I thought we would die. There were Norwegians and Chinese who couldn't speak English but the chief engineering officer Olsson (1st Mate Birger G Olsson from Sem) did and we became friends."

A heavy rainfall provided them with extra drinking water, while seagulls supplemented their rations of food. These were cooked in coconut oil which they had found in the boat. After 86 days they saw land. By then the wind conditions had forced them to change course again towards Ceylon and thinking they were now approaching India their spirits rose.  The disappointment when they landed and spotted a ship with a Japanese flag approaching must have been heartbreaking. For 88 days they had fought for their lives in the lifeboat, only to end up in Japanese hands. They had landed in Port Blair on the Andaman Islands off Burma (the islands had been captured whilst they had been at sea) and they were about 600 miles east of their intended landing points.

The date was June 7th 1942 and during their 88 days at sea, on the 18th May their 72nd day at sea, uncle Denis turned 21. Out of the 48 aboard the Woolgar when she set sail, with the whereabouts of the other lifeboat unknown and all presumed to have perished, 6 survived to reach Port Blair, this would eventually drop to 5 with one officer dying within a few days of their arrival from dysentery and exhaustion.

On arriving at Port Blair uncle Denis said "We couldn't walk, we had to crawl on our hands and knees and eventually we were dragged to shore by the Japanese soldiers, our clothes were rags and we were starving. On the edge of death, I suppose. They gave us a bowl of rice that night and were fascinated to know how we had survived so long."

After 3 months in a hospital they were moved to a labour camp, then 6 months later all but my uncle Denis were taken to Singapore. However, he was told that they were being sent back to Norway as the Japanese were not at war with their country.  He then had to deal with another deprivation, for the next 3 and a half years he was unable to have a conversation with anyone as there were no English speakers on the island, apart from him. He said "I didn't have a proper chat with anyone for the whole time. That was the hardest part. I was kept in the servants' headquarters with all the Burmese refugees, but we found ways to communicate but it was hard. As I was a driver the soldiers used me to drive them from place to place. It became my life for three years." It seems that one day uncle Denis and the four remaining Norwegian officers were ashore at Port Blair when he saw some Japanese beating up an Indian who could not get their car to start and uncle Denis went to the car and started it. The Japanese considered him a wonder man and used him as their driver from then until he was sent to Ross Island (an island near Port Blair) in 1944 where he was then used as a labourer/general dogsbody until the British arrived on the 7th October 1945.

Denis on the 8th October 1945.
A screenshot of him speaking about his ordeal
the day after the reoccupation of the Andaman Islands by British Forces

Uncle Denis' story is a very curious one. The Japanese on the Andamans were very brutal towards the Indians living there. There were frequent beheadings and beatings were a daily occurrence. There were even some poison injections. This means they could have killed uncle Denis at any time, yet for some strange reason, they didn't. He cannot have been of any intelligence value to the Japanese, he was an anti-aircraft gunner with no access to secret equipment or codebooks. They never sought to get any propaganda value out of him, for example, parading him in front of newsreel cameras or newspaper reporters. When questioned the Japanese admiral/governor could not offer any real explanation, other than that the Japanese sailors had regarded him as "some sort of pet." There was never any question of uncle Denis having helped, or even offered to help, the Japanese, so it remains a very odd, one-off event.

Following the reoccupation of the Andaman Islands by British Forces on the 7th October 1945, uncle Denis was finally released. "When the war in the Pacific finished, I made it to India. I stayed in a hospital in Bangalore and was treated for dysentery." Despite his ordeal at sea, he still knew how he wanted to get home, back to his mother and older brother. "I got a ship back to Southampton in November 1945. I could have got a plane but I got over there by boat and it seemed right to go back by sea," he said.

Uncle Denis lived out his final years in Bromley but was left with a legacy of the horrors he endured during his time on the lifeboat and as a POW, he suffered a broken back and problems with his legs. In fact, as a child, I used to wonder why he still walked like he was still onboard his ship!

Denis (on the right) with his brother George
and his partner, my auntie Pearl. 

So today on his birthday, just like I do every remembrance day, I will pause and think about him and what he must have endured on that lifeboat, did he know it was his 21st birthday or had he lost track of days, did he wonder if he would see his birthday or would it be his last one? Back home, did his mother believe he had perished along with the ship, did my grandfather marry my nan missing his brother and believing he couldn't be there because he had died!





Tuesday, 16 May 2017

Family History - Why I Started Learning About My Ancestors

As a child, I was always interested in history. It was my favourite subject at school and I enjoyed learning about the riots of Wales, such as the Rebecca Riots (when men dressed up as women to attack toll booths which charged them obscene amounts of money to pass). My biggest regret was that we didn't learn about the first and second World Wars (my GCSE history was all about China, which I'll admit I wasn't interested in, not when Britain itself has so many wonderful tales).

I was also very close to my grandparents. My granddad spoilt me, I admit it. I was the first girl in the family for 3 generations. My granddad had one brother and my father was an only child, so when I came along my granddad was instantly smitten. My grandparents were true soul mates, they married during the war but didn't want to start a family whilst the future was so uncertain, so my dad was born 2 years after it ended. You never saw one without the other, they were always together and you could tell they were in love.

my grandparents during the war
My Grandparents During World War II

When I was 12 my nan became very ill and ended up in the hospital, she was terrified her breast cancer had returned (it hadn't) and my grandfather refused to leave her side. On the Sunday my dad persuaded my granddad to come and have dinner with us and it was whilst we were all eating our Sunday lunch that she passed away peacefully in her sleep. We believe that she didn't want to go whilst my granddad was there and that she died of fear as she was terrified it was breast cancer but it was actually hardening of the arterial walls or heart disease. My granddad was so mad at my dad and he blamed him for his not being there with her. Afterwards, my granddad became a shell of the man he had been. He didn't want to live without her and he couldn't cope without her. My dad tried to get him to come and live with us, or at least nearer as we lived 3 hours away, but he refused to leave the house he had lived in with my nan.

About 16 months after my nan passed away we had a phone call from my granddad's neighbour to say he had collapsed and been rushed to the hospital. When we arrived my dad was given the devastating news that my granddad had advanced stages of prostate cancer and had slipped into a coma, one nurse, when my dad asked what was the chances of my granddad recovering were, stated: "Good God man, he's dead from the waist down!" For a week he remained in a coma and my dad stayed with him the whole time, talking to him and reminiscing and he says that he could tell by my granddad's expressions that he heard him and was remembering too. Finally, a week later and 16 months to the day that my nan passed, my granddad took his last breath with my dad at his side.

With my granddad aged 8


I missed my grandparents and I loved hearing stories about them. I remember when my nan died I would sleep with her coat because it smelt of her.

One of the stories that stood out was that my grandfather had been born in Canada. In fact, my dad told me that my granddad didn't even know until he was in his late 30s when he applied for a passport and he had to prove that he had a right to have a British passport and had to prove his father had been born in the UK as he himself had been born in Canada. Granddad was shocked and even exclaimed, "But I fought for this country during the War!" You see my grandfather and his brother never knew their father, they were raised by their mother and her father. I always wondered how they had been born in Canada and what had happened to their father. This is what got me interested in researching my family tree, especially when I become a mother myself as I wanted to show my children where they came from.

I started with the basics, what I knew for certain, which was my details, my parents' details and those of my grandparents. The basics being of course, when and where we were born, when and where my parents and grandparents married and when and where my grandparents died. But then I had to put my detective hat on to find out more information.

I decided to start with my nan first and I wrote to my dad's aunts, uncles and cousins on his mother's side for more information. I was very lucky and one uncle had been researching my nan's Champion side of the family and he was able to give me a lot of information.

Of course, my granddad's side of the tree was a lot harder. All I knew of his father was his name, which I had found on my granddad's Canadian baptism certificate. However even with just a name, and a common one at that, I have managed to learn a lot about my great grandfather.

Researching your tree can be a fascinating, and expensive, hobby. You feel like a detective as you try to put all the clues together to discover who your ancestors were, what kind of lives did they lead and what led them to make the choices that they did.

Researching isn't as easy as the adverts for Ancestry show, in fact, you will find a lot of errors, information mistranscribed, dates changed, even names changing. You have to remember that knowing your date-of-birth in those days wasn't as important as it is nowadays and people easily made mistakes and even lied. Sometimes the person recording the details would make mistakes, mishearing or misspelling names.

Researching your family history is like trying to put a giant jigsaw puzzle together, one that you have to try and put together in the middle of a hurricane and with no picture of the completed puzzle and yet, even with all the challenges, it become addictive and you find yourself wanting to complete the puzzle, even though you know you never will!




Sunday, 8 January 2017

The Internet Rules

Are your children aware of the dangers of social media and how to stay safe online? Do you have rules about how much information they are allowed to share? Do they know the risks of sharing too much? 

The other night I sat down with my two oldest daughters, Betty aged 11 and Gina aged 10, and we watched Kayleigh's Love Story and I also plan to discuss this with 13-year-old Robbie and in a toned down way to 7-year-old Clare. 


Kayleigh's Love Story is a chilling film about a Leicestershire schoolgirl who was groomed online before being raped and murdered. The five-minute film was made by Leicestershire Police to warn of the dangers of grooming and sexual exploitation. It tells the true story of 15-year-old Kayleigh Haywood who began speaking to Luke Harlow, a man she had never met, on 31st October 2015. Over the course of 13 days, they exchanged 2,643 messages and Harlow told Kayleigh all the things many teenage girls want to hear, he told her she was beautiful and how much he cared for her and how special she was. Harlow was grooming Kayleigh, along with two other girls he had also been speaking to, but it was Kayleigh who finally agreed to spend the night at his house. She spent all night on the 13th November, as well as the next day. In the early hours of Sunday the 15th November, having been held against her will by Harlow and his next door neighbour, Stephen Beadman, Kayleigh was raped and murdered by Beadman







Kayleigh's Love Story is a warning to children and young adults, both girls and boys, about the dangers of speaking to people they don't know online and highlight how quick and easy it can be for children to be groomed online without them or those around them knowing it is happening. 

My children don't have any social media accounts at the moment, (Robbie did but he is currently banned from it because of his behaviour. Betty has asked for it but I am reluctant to allow her at the moment), but they do play online games such as Minecraft and Roblox. Both Minecraft and Roblox, along with other social games like Club Penguin and many, many more, also have the potential to be abused. Children create accounts and add friends and even chat online with their new friends, assuming that these friends are also children, but like with any other online account, no one knows who they are really talking to or what they are saying. 

So after watching Kayleigh's Love Story, Betty, Gina and I began talking about what they could do to stay safe online and we came up with some rules which they have to obey in order to be allowed online. 


  • I have to know all their passwords and I have the right to check their accounts whenever I want to
  • They are not allowed to add anyone that they don't know in real life on Roblox or Minecraft (or any other social media accounts or games). If someone tries to add them and they think they know them, they need to ask them questions to prove that they are who they think they are and that they do actually know them. 
  • They are not to private chat, video message or skype with anyone they are not friends with and they don't know in real life.
  • They are never to arrange to meet in real life with anyone they met online
  • Not to share their mobile phone numbers or email address with anyone they don't know in real life. 
  • They are not to share any personal details such as their real names (I even use alias' on this site to protect their identities), their ages, where they live and where they go to school, email addresses or phone numbers on any posts, profiles or chats.
  • If they post any pictures, they are to make sure they don't show anything which could identify them or where they are, such as school uniforms or sports club kits or backgrounds which include signs or buildings which are easily identifiable. Also to switch their phone's location off when taking pictures so that the pictures don't display the GPS location of where the photo was taken. 
  • To never post or text any picture and/or message that they wouldn't be happy to show me or their dad. 
  • Most importantly, if they have any messages, emails or texts which ask them to break the rules or makes them uncomfortable, upset or scared in any way, then they are to show them to me immediately and not to delete them hoping it will go away. 
Children are at risk in a way that we never were growing up. When we were children we could close the door and shut the outside world out, but now the world follows us indoors thanks to phones and computers. Cyber-bullying is on the increase as is grooming and sexting and we need to help empower our children with knowledge to help them make the right choices and avoid getting tricked into these traps.

It is vital that children and young adults understand the importance of staying safe online. It is also important that adults learn to spot the signs that may indicate their child is being groomed, abused or bullied. 

But what is online grooming? The phrase refers to the deliberate actions taken by an adult to form a trusting relationship with a child with the intent of later engaging in sexual contact. Sexual explicit messages, images and videos may be exchanged and the offender may entice the child by sending them gifts, game items or money. Grooming can take place in chat rooms, through instant messaging, social networking sites, email and online games. Offenders will contact dozens of young people, communication will quickly become sexually explicit and any positive response will be seized on. The grooming process can take a matter of hours or years and boys are just as vulnerable as girls.

This is why it is important that we, as parents, understand the risks associated with our child/ren being online, how can we teach them to be safe if we don't understand the risks ourselves? We need to talk to our child/ren about these potential risks and to teach them how to be safe online. We shouldn't assume that school will teach our children, we need to teach them ourselves as well to ensure they get the message.