Looking for Lilian: Part I

When I was growing up, I had an Aunty Lily who featured greatly in my life – she was actually my great aunt, Lilian Gertrude Pursell, the elder sister of my paternal grandmother, Nanna Cockrill. But later, when I began delving into my family history, I discovered I had another great aunt Lilian, Lilian Dorothy Cockrill, the younger sister of my grandfather, Ernie, and therefore Nanna Cockrill’s sister-in-law.  It’s the latter, the elusive Lilian, I’d like to talk about here.

The Letter

(If you need to ‘follow along with the song sheet’, a quick reminder that the family tree is here).

On first learning about Lilian Cockrill around 40 years ago, she intrigued me.  What intrigued me most, and perhaps disappointed me as I grew older, is that I never met her. But could have. She died in 1972 when I was 12 years old.  Not having the opportunity to meet her had a lot to do with the Great Cockrill Family Rift which needs a blog post (or two) to explain in detail but I will give you an inkling as I begin to unravel Lilian’s story here.

The only two pieces of information I had about Lilian was a tantalizing scandalous family story (I’ll get to that later) while the other was more tangible: a letter she had written to my father in 1945, just after the end of World War Two.

I am not sure why this correspondence was kept but it has been invaluable. I’d love to share it with you here, but the letter is currently back in England. However, I do remember certain revelatory details within the contents. There were basic facts like Lilian’s address in Hampstead in north London, and her married name Bruce. Mrs L.D. Bruce was written on the back of the envelope and, thanks to my old-fashioned primary school that taught me traditional letter writing etiquette, I knew that the use of her own initials and not that of her husband’s indicated that she was either divorced or widowed. There were also more subtle nuances that gave an insight into her education and personality. It was a well-written letter, in format and style. It was also warm and chatty. She talked as if she knew her nephew (my dad) quite well and looked forward to catching up after the war. It was also a wonderful piece of social history as she admitted (if I remember rightly) to ‘getting squiffy’ on the day war ended – 8 May 1945 – VE (Victory in Europe) day.

Sadly, I don’t think my father and she ever did catch up after the war. It seems Lilian’s attempt at making peace with my father at a time of world peace never came to pass. Nanna Cockrill apparently purposely distanced herself from the majority of my grandfather’s family, caused by a series of situations which would fit admirably into a BBC East Enders storyline. This is how I understand it. Firstly, my grandfather Ernie left home as soon as he could because his mother (Sarah Ann Hollingbery) replaced his father (Albert Edward Cockrill) with someone else; secondly, later my grandfather fell out with his younger brother (Laurence William Cockrill) because Laurie took his ‘patch’ whilst they were in business together as coal merchants. And thirdly (drum roll) apparently Lilian was ‘a madame in Soho’. I longed to find out whether this was fact or just family hearsay based on disapproval and misunderstanding of her lifestyle.

Seemingly, the only time Lilian came into contact with our family again was in 1967.  This was on the death of her mother (Sarah Cockrill née Hollingbery). She called upon Nanna Cockrill in Hackney to inform her of the fact. Nanna Cockrill and her mother-in-law (my great grandmother) lived less than a mile away from each other but had remained estranged for over 30 years.

And so, over the years I have taken up the challenge of looking for Lilian. Or was she known as Lily or Lil? Who was she?  Perhaps we shall never really know but with the help of Ancestry, FindMyPast and British Newspapers Archive and many other online resources, I am beginning to build up an, albeit hazy, picture.

Growing up in Hackney

Lilian was born into a new Edwardian era on 14 July 1901 to my great grandparents, Sarah Ann née Hollingbery and Albert Edward Cockrill. Following the death of Queen Victoria six months previously after a 63-year reign, England and the Empire were becoming accustomed to her son assuming the role of King Edward VII. Lilian was born the first girl into a family of three boys all close in age. Their new sister was no doubt a novelty to six-year-old Albert, to Ernest (my grandfather) who had just turned five a week before she was born, and to Frederick, almost four. She was to be the only girl in the family for there were three more brothers to come.  At the time of her birth, the Cockrill family were living at 37 Swinnerton Road (London E9 5RG), a short walk away from Homerton High Street where Lilian was christened at the Parish Church of St Barnabas when she was four weeks old.

St Barnabas Church, Homerton High Street, where Lilian was christened (Image: https://londonchurchbuildings.com/2013/02/06/st-barnabas-homerton-high-street/)

A 1905 map of the area shows us that Swinnerton Road lay between the grim Hackney Workhouse and Mabley Green, a piece of common land that is separated from the Hackney Marshes beyond by the River Lea, which wends its way from Bedfordshire, down to the Thames at Bow Creek. The Hackney Workhouse is no more but Mabley Green has been a recreational area since the 1920s, now with an Astroturf football pitch and more recently a famous giant boulder for rock-climbing. The old map also shows us that the Great Eastern Railway (GER) North London Line ran close by, with a station at Homerton and also at Victoria Park.  A stone’s throw from their house was the GER Hackney Wick goods yard. It was here one assumes where Lilian’s father, my great grandfather Albert worked, as in the 1901 census he is listed as a Railway goods porter, ie employed to load, unload and distribute goods on the railways. The GER had operated in this area from 1872, developing considerably around the 1890s to service the expanding suburbs of northeast London and to connect with the main line to Cambridge. It was absorbed into the London North Eastern Railway (LNER) when the country’s railways were grouped into four companies following the Railways Act of 1921.

Old Map of London Stanford’s Plaistow – Aldgate – Homerton – Millwall c1905 (detail showing Hackney Wick and Victoria Park)

There were several other men in Swinnerton Road, who were also railway employees. The Cockrill family shared the house with the Parnells, similar in age. One assumes that each family had a floor of the house. John Parnell was a Railway Goods Checker – no doubt intrinsically linked with Albert’s job but did they also ‘hang out together’ at home? John’s eldest son George was the same age as little Frederick Cockrill, while his daughter Ada was around a year older than Lilian.  One can imagine that perhaps the families visited Victoria Park together on Sundays, for the Molesworth gate was just 10 minutes’ walk away. Since 1865 the park had been a welcome haven for East Enders with its 213-acre boot-shaped expanse of grass, containing both cricket and football grounds, and three small lakes for boating and bathing.

c1900 Postcard of Molesworth Gate, Victoria Park, Hackney

Both the world at large and Lilian’s world changed dramatically again by the 1911 census, held on the night of 2 April. King Edward VII had died the previous year and his son was shortly to be crowned King George V. By now, Lilian had lost her brother Frederick, who died aged only five in 1903. She had also lost her father who at some point left the family home (and so far, frustratingly without trace) in around 1905. The circumstances are mirky but what is clear, as attested by the census return, is that it was Albert’s older brother James Cockrill who took his place. Lilian now had three more brothers, Reginald, Percy and Lawrence, the last two being fathered by James, according to their baptismal records. One can only imagine the nature of the family dynamics at this point. However, within a few short years, the world and individual families were transformed again by the Great War, later known as the First World War (WW1). Lilian’s two older brothers Albert and Ernest (Ernie) both enlisted but only one returned. Albert Henry Cockrill was killed in action at the Battle of Loos in France on 13 October 1915.  Ernie served overseas in Egypt and Salonika but was discharged from duties through ill health in 1916. Returning to England he chose to live with his grandmother (my great great grandmother) Emily Hollingbery because of tensions at home due to his mother’s relationship with his uncle.  In 1920 Ernie married Florence Daisy May Pursell, our Nanna Cockrill.

But let’s head back to Lilian’s story. By 1921 she was 19, almost 20, living with her mother and stepfather/uncle, and three younger brothers, at 22 Berkshire Road, Hackney Wick which was the Cockrill family home from the WW1 period for many years to come. Lilian was a shorthand typist for Achille Serre Dryers Ltd which was based in a large factory on White Post Lane in Hackney Wick, just a 5-minute walk away. By the mid-1920s, the company employed 1500 people and serviced well over 100 shops in the southern half of Britain. It had been started by Parisian ribbon dyer, Achille Serre in the 1870s who first introduced ‘dry cleaning’ to Britain. The company lasted 100 years and was later bought by Sketchleys. The business’s success was due to having the latest machinery as well as high standards of service. Advertisements for the company in newspapers and journals such as the literary and society periodical, The Tatler indicate their clientele at this time: those that enjoyed the high life and needed their gowns, furs, feathers cleaned on a regular basis. Lilian was perhaps beginning to encounter a different world to her working-class East End past.

Advertisement for Achille Serre Ltd in The Tatler No.1021, Wed 19 Jan 1921. (Image © Illustrated London News Group. Image created courtesy of THE BRITISH LIBRARY BOARD)

New Life in North London

When Lilian was in her 20s, she moved out and headed for north London, where large 19th century houses were being divided into short and long term lets for those working in central London, easily accessible by public transport. Throughout the late 1920s and most of the 1930s she lived at two different houses in a long street called Adelaide Road (now the B509) in NW1, in walking distance to Primrose Hill and Regents Park. I love the connection with Adelaide in South Australia, my hometown for the last 20 years! In fact, both the road and the city were named after the same person, Queen Adelaide, formerly Princess Adelaide of Saxe-Meiningen, and later Queen Consort of United Kingdom and Hannover, as wife of King William IV from 1830-1837. Adelaide the city was founded in 1836, while the road on the other side of the world began to be actively developed at about the same time.

Llewellyn Stephen Bruce

However, there was a brief period that Lilian was married, (roughly four years) when she lived with her husband Llewellyn Stephen Bruce in the leafy, north London suburb of Haringey at 26 Langdon Park Road (N6 5QG). According to their marriage certificate, he was a 27-year-old ship’s officer, the son of a retired Metropolitan fire brigade officer. She was two years older and interestingly, no job was noted next to her name on the certificate. They married on 10 January 1932 at the Parish church of St Clement’s Barnsbury on Westbourne Road (Islington). This Early English style church of 1865 was the work of renowned architect Sir George Gilbert Scott who, incidentally, was designing the famed Albert Memorial in Kensington Gardens around the same time. Today, the church is a Grade II listed building which has been turned into very expensive flats known as St Clement’s Court (60 Arundel Square, London N7 8BT, accessible from Davey Close).

St Clements Church, Barnsbury Arundel Square, London, N7 8BT where Lilian was married in 1932, is now a Grade II listed building (Image: Knight Frank)

None of the Cockrill or Bruce families appear to be witnesses at their wedding.  At the time, Lilian gave 98 Bride Street as her address, a 2-minute walk to the church and the home of William Hosking, a retired policeman and his family, where one assumes she lodged. William’s son in law, Ernest William Rodley, was one of their marriage witnesses.

There’s something about a sailor

It was short-lived marriage, and more research has uncovered a colourful life that may have been the initial attraction but also perhaps the downfall of the relationship (although this is pure speculation).

Llewellyn was born in Twickenham to Emily and James Carlton Walters Bruce.  His father James had been married twice before. Llewellyn had a half-brother James Walters Nicholson Bruce almost 10 years older, whose mother Louisa was his father’s second wife. James Bruce Senior was born in Swansea, Glamorganshire. His father, William (Llewellyn’s grandfather), hailed from Cornwall and was a mariner.  At some point James moved to London and joined the Metropolitan Fire Brigade. However, by the time he was 50 he had been pensioned off and during Llewellyn’s childhood, was employed as a fireman at the Carlton Hotel in Central London. In its early days, when run by the famous Swiss hotelier, César Ritz (‘King of Hoteliers, and Hotelier to Kings’ who gave us the term ‘ritzy’), the Carlton was one of London’s most fashionable hotels operating from 1899 for almost 40 years. It was situated on the corner of Haymarket and Pall Mall, adjacent to Her Majesty’s Theatre. Demolished during the 1950s, today the site is occupied by the 17-storey block of the New Zealand High Commission.

British postcard, c1905, showing the Carlton Hotel, London where Llewellyn’s father was a fireman in c1911

Llewellyn’s father James was proud of his Welsh origins. After all, he had given his son a patriotic first name: Llewellyn, Welsh for ‘like a lion’, or ‘leader’.  In the 1911 census return, James stated he is ‘Welsh’ in the Nationality box while in the 1921 return he is even more daring. In the Birthplace box, he wrote ‘Salubrious place’ underneath ‘Swansea’ indicating its health-giving properties!  The family at that time were now living in Wales, where they had shifted in around 1915, very likely indeed for James’ health. Working as a fireman in inner city London would have taken its toll. Home for Llewellyn was now at Llansteffan, a small village on the south coast of Carmarthenshire, on the estuary of the River Tywi. A Welsh-speaking part of Carmarthenshire, the Llansteffan peninsula was, and is, a beautiful stretch of coast, with sandy beaches, surrounded by farmland, an ancient castle on the hill while at the time, it was also possible to cross the estuary via ferry.  The area also has strong family links with Dylan Thomas. This famous Welsh poet spent his childhood summers during the 1920s holidaying in the area and we know he often stayed with his aunt at Rose Cottage on Old School Road. This was on the same street where Llewellyn’s parents lived (2, Bryn House, Llansteffan, Carmarthen SA33 5HA). Watch this short video of the Llansteffan long walk from Carmarthenshire County Council to get an idea of the beauty and history of this area. I certainly want to visit!

View from Llansteffan castle, showing estuary of the River Tywi with beach and edge of town below on left. (Image courtesy of Carmarthenshire County Council)

Both Llewellyn and his older brother James went to sea like their grandfather. James joined the Royal Navy when he was 16 years old. He married local Llansteffan girl Rosie John in 1916 when he was an Officer Steward, First Class serving on the HMS Hibernia, part of the Grand Fleet. During WW1, this ship frequently went to sea to search for German vessels and in 1915 the Hibernia played an important part in the Gallipoli Campaign. James and Rosie were to have three daughters who later helped their mother run a public house in Plymouth whilst their father was at sea.

Llewellyn also joined up at 16 but to the Merchant Navy. According to the 1921 census return, he was out of work at 17 although he had been employed by the Cardiff ship owners, D.R. Llewellyn Merrett & Price Ltd. In 1927 he appeared to be travelling regularly across the Atlantic from the Victoria Docks in the Port of London to New York on the RMS Carmania. According to crew lists, by the end of the year, he had been promoted from Able Seaman to Quartermaster and we learn that he was 5’ 7” tall. Carmania was a Cunard Line transatlantic steam turbine ocean liner and with her sister ship RMS Caronia, had once been the largest ships in the Cunard fleet. The prefix RMS meant she was a Royal Mail Ship, carrying mail under contract to the British Royal Mail. Launched in 1905, the following year the ship took famous science fiction writer, HG Wells on his first voyage to North America. Back then, the Carmania had been a luxurious ocean liner carrying over 2500 passengers in four classes. During WW1 she had been converted to an AMC (Armed Merchant Cruiser). However, by the time Llewellyn was a crew member, she had been refitted as a cabin class ship and kept busy until the shipping slump at the end of the decade due to the Great Depression and scrapped in 1932. One of her bells is on display aboard the permanently moored HQS Wellington at Temple Pier, Victoria Embankment, London, while another is at the Clydebank Museum in Glasgow. Check out this short presentation from Ballins Dampfer Welt which gives a great idea of life on board the RMS Carmania during the 1920s.

Postcard of the RMS Carmania, by the Art Publishing Company, Glasgow. Llewellyn was one of the crew who sailed to New York on several occasions in 1927

In 1929, Llewellyn spent six days in the Dreadnought Seaman’s Hospital at Greenwich having his T&As (tonsils and adenoids) removed. At that time, he was a Quartermaster on the P&O passenger ship SS Macedonia, which had been built by Harland & Wolff in Belfast in 1903, the same shipyard that had produced the infamous Titanic almost a decade later.

1927 postcard of Transportation and Woolworth Buildings, New York City (Image: Irving Underhill)

However, according to the hospital register Llewellyn’s home was cited as 31 Harewood Ave, W1 (London NW1 6LE) close to Marylebone station.  It is only supposition, but did he perhaps first meet Lilian whilst on shore leave at a London club, ‘up west’?  Did he regale her with his seafaring tales including his visits to New York? It would have been a fascinating time to have experienced the ‘Big Apple’, where the skyline was literally growing before one’s eyes and world changing events were taking place. We know he did at least four trips to New York in 1927 during the peak of the skyscraper building spree (1925-31). As he sailed into port, he would have spotted the then tallest building in the world, the Woolworth Building at 233 Broadway in Manhattan, which reached a height of 792 feet (241m). The Empire State Building on Fifth Avenue at 34th Street (1,250 feet or 381m with double the number of storeys) was yet to be built, being completed in 1931.

In addition, 1927 was the year pioneering American aviator Charles Lindbergh made the first transatlantic, solo, non-stop flight, successfully crossing the Atlantic Ocean and landing in Paris less than 34 hours later.  He took off from Roosevelt Field, an aerodrome on New York’s Long Island, in his Spirit of St Louis monoplane. 

And it was also the year that heralded The Jazz Singer, the world’s first ‘talkie’ – the first feature length motion picture with synchronised dialogue. Was Llewellyn in town on 6 October to experience the opening night crowds spilling out on to the sidewalk at New York’s Warner’s Theatre?

Lilian and Llewellyn went their separate ways in around 1936, Lilian back to her old life in north London while as far as we know, Llewellyn continued his seafaring ways.  Maybe that was the problem.

In 1939 Llewellyn was sharing accommodation at 55 Eastlake House, a block of flats in St Marylebone and was a Ships Quartermaster on the SS Rajputana, a P&O British passenger and cargo carrying ocean liner. In the past, her passengers had included Lawrence of Arabia travelling from Karachi to Plymouth in 1929 and Mahatma Gandhi from Bombay to London in 1931. Llewellyn was probably on one of the ship’s last voyages before she was requisitioned by the Admiralty to be used as an armed merchant cruiser for the coming war.  Fortunately, Llewellyn was not on board when the Rajputana was torpedoed and sunk off Iceland by a German U boat in 1941. 

Merchant seamen crewed the ships of the British Merchant Navy which kept the UK supplied with raw materials, arms, ammunition, fuel, food, and all of the necessities required by a nation at war throughout WW2. As a result, they sustained a considerably greater casualty rate than almost every other branch of the armed services and suffered great hardship. Research has shown that Llewellyn had two lucky escapes. He was one of six quartermasters on board the SS Malda which left the port of Newcastle at North Shields on 21 May arriving in New York via Halifax, Nova Scotia on 4 July (American Independence Day!) in 1941. However, less than a year later, on 6 April 1942, she was attacked by Japanese aircraft and then sunk by naval gunfire from IJN (Imperial Japanese Navy) heavy cruisers.  At the end of 1941, Llewellyn arrived in Glasgow on the P&O Viceroy of India. It was Britain’s first large turbo-electric passenger ship, and a British Royal Mail ship on the Tilbury Bombay route but the previous year had been requisitioned as a troop ship. In November 1942, she was sunk by a German U-boat in the Mediterranean.

But Llewellyn survived the war. He remarried Beatrice Lowe and had two children in the 1940s and they were living in Romford in the 1960s.  Llewellyn lived out his final years in the small seaside town of Holland-on-Sea, between Clacton and Frinton-on-Sea in Essex.  He died aged 79 in 1983.

Watch out for Part 2, when I continue my search for my great aunt Lilian.

The Winter Wedding

Sometimes when we are researching family history it seems we have nothing to go on – no photos, no family memories, just the odd document, a faraway whisper that proves that person existed and is related to you.  However, it is possible to build a story, with some ‘digi’ and ‘geni’ knowhow, to make that person come alive a little in our imagination.  This is what happened when I attempted to build a picture of the life of Ellen Pursell, a distant relative on my dad’s side. 

Ellen Caroline Wheatley (née Pursell) was the aunt of my Nanna Cockrill (aka Aunty Florrie). To put it another way, Ellen was the sister of my great grandfather Charles Edward Pursell.  We can see Ellen’s birth details beautifully handwritten in the family bible by her father George Pursell (he started life as a builder’s clerk so his writing was pretty good). On the page, she is between Charles and her younger brother Edward who died when he was 18.  Her father notes she was born at 4 am on 5 August 1858 at 8 Martha Street, Cambridge Heath, Bethnal Green. (Today you will find Martha Street, running parallel with Cable Street, just behind the Shadwell Light Rail station).

One of the flyleaves in the Pursell family bible where my great great grandfather George William Pursell has listed the details of births (and untimely deaths) of all 13 of his children. This page shows my great grandfather Charles’ birth, followed by his sister Ellen and brother Edward.

Of the 13 children, my great grandfather Charles had four younger sisters and one brother who survived adulthood. Of these all stayed in the Hackney area apart from Ellen who moved to Hammersmith while another sister Ada emigrated to Canada at about the same time. In those days, both moves meant considerable distances (both re mileage and class) difficult to overcome by relatives: financially, mentally, emotionally. We don’t know whether the families were close or met up again.

Our family tree can be found here to help understand all the names and relationships!

So here is Ellen’s story, recreated using Ancestry, FindMyPast, British Newspaper Archive and various other online resources, with help from the Pursell family bible, which began the ball rolling.  

Sunday 30 December 1888 was a typical wintry day in London. There were ‘north and north easterly winds, light or moderate, cloudy to fine, and some fog at night’ according to the weather forecast of the day. Records show that it got as low as -7C (19F) although there was no snow.  The latter had come (to the surprise of all), in July that year when bitterly cold weather prevailed over the whole of the UK.

But I digress. We’re gathered here for the wedding of Ellen Caroline Pursell and John George Wheatley at St Giles-in-the-Fields parish church. Today, you’ll find this historic Palladian style church with its distinctive spire, tucked into a triangular block in the bustling theatre land of London’s West End. It’s between Charing Cross Road and Shaftesbury Avenue, about a 5-minute walk from Tottenham Court Road Tube station.

St Giles in the Fields, exterior / Prioryman: Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18137756

Today, you can access the church via Denmark Street, or a small alley, Flitcroft Street, named for the church’s architect Henry Flitcroft (who, amongst his claims to fame, remodeled Woburn Abbey for the 4th Duke of Bedford). A place of worship has been on this site since 1101 when Queen Matilda founded a leper hospital here, and a chapel was built for the village that grew up to service the hospital. It’s difficult to believe that St Giles was outside the city of London, hence the isolation of the lepers here. It later became the site of two plague pits from the Black Death, as well as where condemned criminals stopped to take a drink enroute to their execution at the Tyburn tree (close to today’s Marble Arch). A new church was built in the early 17th century and was then replaced by Flitcoft’s church in 1730-34.

However, the interest in the church’s early history has now been overtaken by the more recent past, as nearby Denmark Street has been associated with British pop music since the 1950s – where the likes of the Rolling Stones, David Bowie, the Small Faces, Elton John, and the Sex Pistols lived or worked here.

None of this, of course, was likely to be of any interest to Ellen or John. They were simply being married in their local Parish church. John had been born in nearby Soho and in the 1880s was still living there. Ellen was born and brought up in Bethnal Green, but by the 1881 Census, she was 21 years old and residing at 23 Piccadilly, in London’s Mayfair. She was one of three domestic servants living with the family of William Keene who ran a business making breeches, employing 16 men and 5 women. Next door was St James’ Hall, once London’s principal concert hall before it was demolished in 1904 (as well as their home) to make way for what was to become one of London’s most luxurious hotels. A few doors down, and also later knocked down, was Piccadilly Hall from whence the street got its name. Piccadilly Hall was the name given to a mansion of a tailor who had made his fortune making and selling ‘piccadils’, stiff ruffs that were fashionable in the 17th century. The thoroughfare, originally known as Portugal Street, eventually became Piccadilly. In the 1880s, Piccadilly Hall was being used to present a kind of freak show, ‘The Royal American Midgets’ popular at the time, but confronting by today’s standards. The 1881 census lists the Flynn and Zarate family, including 16-year-old Francis Joseph Flynn (known as General Mite), and 18-year-old Lucia Zarate, described as ‘exhibit, Midget 20 inches in height. The posters of the time greatly exaggerate their size.

Today, you will find Ellen’s former lodgings a branch of the retail company Cotswold Outdoor World, which has a frontage in the vast 5-star hotel currently known as ‘The Dilly’, a descendent of the former Piccadilly Hotel.

St James Hall in Piccadilly London, 1858 / Unknown author. Public domain http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=41528
614331 Advertisement for Frank Uffner’s American Midgets (engraving) by English School, (19th century); Look and Learn / Peter Jackson Collection / Bridgeman Images

And so we imagine Ellen and John being married before the imposing golden altar of St Giles. They then turn to walk towards the West door, to their new life as husband and wife, passing beneath the immense pipe organ dating back to the 17th century, located on the balcony above.

St Giles in the Fields, London WC2. Looking east, down aisle, 2006 / John Salmon CC BY-SA 2.0
St Giles in the Fields, London WC2. West end & organ, 2008 / John Salmon CC BY-SA 2.0

During the early years of their marriage, Mr and Mrs Wheatley remained in central London. Ellen worked as a kitchen maid before motherhood while John continued his profession as a French polisher. They resided at 57 Huntley Street (WC1E 6DD) in Bloomsbury, now the site of the Royal National ENT and Eastman Dental Hospitals and surrounded by buildings connected with UCL (University College London) or University College Hospital. However, the buildings opposite the site of their home are still the typical 19th century terraces with basements, 3 storeys and rooftop flats, which give an idea of their accommodation at this time.

St Giles in the Fields, interior from the entrance, with font, 2019 / Andy Scott. Own work CC-BY-SA-4.0

But then in the 1901 census we find them living at 27 New Compton Street within a stone’s throw of the church where they were married. John continued as a French polisher while Ellen now had their four-year-old daughter, Hilda Eleanor to look after. It would have been a short walk to the church for their baby’s christening which we know took place there on 28 March 1897, around a month after her birth in February. She was baptized in the white marble font near the entrance, dating from 1810 that has been attributed to the architect and designer Sir John Soane. It is the same font where the two children of poet Percy Bysshe Shelley and his wife, feminist writer Mary, were christened, as well as (on the same day) the illegitimate child of Lord Byron.

It’s interesting to note that on the day of the 1901 census the Wheatleys had a 60-year-old French cook, Louis Vergnaud visiting, while amongst the other families living in their building there was an Italian pastry cook.  This part of London was fast developing as a place for high class entertainment, hotels and fine dining, a long way from its infamous notoriety of the 18th and 19th centuries, when these slums earnt the nickname of the ‘St Giles Rookery’.

By the early years of the 20th century, the family had moved out of the city to Hammersmith, a former hamlet which had been developing rapidly since the Metropolitan railway line reached there in 1864. It became part of the county of London in 1889. In 1911, the Wheatleys were living at 47 Rednall Terrace, Great Church Lane and later moved a few doors down to number 35. The street is no longer in existence being bulldozed to make way for the Hammersmith flyover and its original location is close to Barons Court Underground station.

During his latter working life, John was a Furniture Porter. The demand for French polishing had been decreasing. It was a highly labour-intensive procedure to create a high gloss surface using shellac, particularly popular in the Victorian era. Instead, he assisted the Furniture Salesman at James Hunt & Company, Furniture and Drapery at 42-70 King Street, Hammersmith. His previous experience would mean he would know how best to move and transport fine furniture. His place of work was discovered through the 1921 census return which also revealed that their boarder at the time was 24-year-old William Richard Wetheridge, a General Porter at John’s work. John and Ellen’s daughter Hilda, also 24, was now a Dispatch Clerk at Ponting’s, once a well-known department store in High Street Kensington. Three years later Hilda and William were married – was this how they met?

Hilda became Mrs Wetheridge on 14 September 1924 at St Paul’s Church, Hammersmith. Dating from the 17th century, the church was rebuilt in 1880 in the early English Gothic style with an imposing tower. Today, it lies close to the Hammersmith flyover on Queen Caroline Street, a short walk from Hammersmith tube station.  

Hilda’s wedding was reported in the West London Observer, noting the bride’s dress, (‘of ivory satin and georgette trimmed with ivory beads’) and those of her 3 bridesmaids (lemon and shell pink crepe).  Two of the bridesmaids were the Crowden sisters, the third was Florence Eley.  Further research has indicated that the Crowdens were the Wheatleys’ next-door neighbours living at number 36 Rednall Terrace, while the Eleys had at one time shared number 35 with them. The article also tells us that the couple had their honeymoon at Thorpe Bay (a seaside resort with a sandy beach, just east of Southend on Sea in Essex, and accessible by train).

West London Observer, Friday 19 September 1924 p7 British Newspapers Archive

Hilda was an only child, but we know she had a brother or sister who died in infancy (according to the 1911 census). Sadly, she died childless in 1930 only six years after her marriage, not quite reaching her 33rd birthday. Her mother Ellen died just a year later in 1931, and John in 1937. Hilda’s husband William remarried Ivy Lydia Humphreys in 1953 and they remained in the Hammersmith area where he died in 1984, and she in 1992. Through family trees posted on Ancestry I have learnt that they were known as Bill and Lyd. These are the tiny but precious gems to be found when sharing ones family tree online.

Hilda was Nanna Cockrill’s (aka Aunty Florrie’s) first cousin, one of 23 on the Pursell side. However, we wonder how often their paths may have crossed, if at all. Hilda’s life in Hammersmith was literally a world away from that of her East End cousin. At the time of the 1921 census, held on the night of 19 June, Nanna C or ‘Florence Cockrill’ as she was listed, was almost 30 and had been married less than a year. Husband Ernie, five years her junior, was then a Collector and Canvasser for a local Coal Merchants. Within four months they would be first time parents, when my dad arrived on 17 October. But that’s a story for another day.

Getting Started

Helping my (second) cousin Andrew Hallam to sort his family photos and memorabilia whilst I was in the UK this year, was what encouraged me to tidy up the family tree and initiate this blog. But it is also thanks to his dear late mother May that I was able to start unravelling many family mysteries with additional help from her cousin Arthur Hollingbery back in the 1980s and early 90s. At the same time, I’m indebted to all the previous research done by another cousin Andrew, Andy Hollingbery which can be found hereThe online family tree I’ve put together via Ancestry, now contains over 3000 names, although it is still very much a work in progress.  It has many branches, not just Cockrills but also principally Hollingberys, Pursells and Wests on my father’s side and Bettses, Brunnings and Kimmises on my mother’s side, as well as many more offshoots!

So I hope to uncover for you our Cockrill roots in Lincolnshire and how we ended up in the East End of London, and the complex connection with the Pursells and Hollingberys. I’ll show you how we made our money: you’ll find butchers, bakers and bootmakers but beer also plays a major part!  And I’d love to take you on a virtual pub crawl of the public houses managed by Hollingberys in London and home counties.Like all family histories, there’s tragic but also inspirational stories to tell. Which Cockrill was a London bobby in the very early days of the police force and had all his teeth knocked out in the line of duty? Which Pursell was among the over 400 men and boys on the HMS Captain who drowned when the ship capsized during a storm in the Bay of Biscay on 7 September 1870? And which direct member of our family ended her days in the Banstead Asylum in the late 19th century? 

I was particularly excited to learn of the number of family members on both sides who started new lives in far flung places in the late 19th and early 20th centuries – in Canada, the USA, Australia and Africa.

And what’s our connection with Maria Dickin, the animal welfare pioneer who founded the PDSA in 1917 and who lent her name to the Dickin Medal, the highest British honour awarded for animal displays of bravery in battle.

This blog also gives me an opportunity to share some of our great family photos from the past, and try to explain relationships and stories. I’m looking forward to this blog perhaps helping to identify some of the mystery faces and make new family online connections.

Hello world!

My name is Pauline Cockrill, originally born in London in 1960 and have called Australia home since 1992. Now based in Adelaide, South Australia, I’m a professional museum curator, historian and writer.

Since a teenager, I’ve been fascinated by our name, its origins and our family history. A family bible belonging to my great-great grandfather George William Pursell which came into our possession in 1975 really got me started on the long, addictive genealogical journey. It began with hand-drawn family trees and ‘old school’ research at St Catherine’s House in Aldwych or local libraries and county archives. I wrote letters, talked to relatives and tramped streets and cemeteries taking photos of family related locations. Fast forward to the 1990s and I’m now living in Australia. The internet not only kept me in touch with home but was also a game changer for family history research. The accessibility and speed of online searches meant the tree grew branches I could never have imagined. Digitisation also meant the ability to share my own and discover new family photos.

So today our family tree – which is still essentially a work in progress – is now accessible via Ancestry. You’ll find the link below. This blog attempts to highlight some of my research and bring to life many of our ancestors as well as create a space for other family members to share memories and information.

I look forward to getting this all out of my head and into the ether – enjoy!

Cockrill family tree