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I wish to reveal that I have a personal Time Machine. With it, I can close my eyes and be transported back in only a few minutes, to the early to mid 1950s.

Right at the very start of the Rock ‘n’ Roll era, which I guess, hit Kenilworth circa 1954, when the Alexandra Cinema in Station Road used its incredible sound system, to blast out, Bill Haley’s iconic, Rock Around the Clock. Then later the incredible lyrics and sounds of the late-great Buddy Holly, a singer way ahead of his time… There followed CE SERA SERA…. plus lots more.

May 1956 saw me called up to do my National Service. My horrendous basic training was done at the huge Hadrian’s Camp near Carlisle. We raw recruits were treated very badly by our horrid Drill Sergeant, who was eventually charged and found guilty of physical and mental bullying. But we all survived, mainly because of all the new music, blaring from every barrack room, NAAFI and Guard House. Likewise during my quieter six weeks of wireless training, in three-ton trucks – pretending to be tanks.

Radio procedures and protocol was very strict, occasionally we did tune our military WS19 Sets, to Radio Luxemburg (208) or the BBC Forces programs, by that time, 1950s Rock ‘n’ Roll had taken over. Elvis was prominent, as was Tommy Steele, the Skiffle Groups were right on the edge of things. Half way through 1956 saw me in North Germany at Lumsden Barracks, Bad Fallingbostel BAOR 30, close to Hannover, Celle. Nearby was the notorious Bergen Belsen concentration camp – a real eye opener.

Every trooper, NCO and young officers had portable radios, all blaring out the latest, from Pat Boone, Elvis and a host of other new discoveries, who became legends. If we could get to a dance, the sax and drums were prominent, the lyrics shouted, short and to the point. The NAAFI and German pubs had huge Wurlitzer Juke Boxes, for sixpence you could listen or bop around to the latest tune. Strange records like ‘Hernando’s Hideaway’ or ‘She Was Only sixteen’ – could be heard everywhere.

Back to my personal Time Machine. It is an incredible collection of original artists presenting their best tunes. The Album called 100 Number One’s of the Fifties – a none stop collection of the very best (plus a few of the worst), with only a very short gap between each track.

No Wurlitzer needed these days – just a Apple ipad pro on my lap, record chosen on shuffle, raise my footrest, close my eyes and within minutes this old body of mine is whizzed backwards to noisy barrack rooms, crowded smoke filled naffis, incredible German beer kellers, with oompah music and serving girls……long hours of freezing 24-hour guard duties on the Tank Park or the Fuel Dump, walking around in the pitch black, with near frost-biten ears or getting soaked or baked by a heatwave in the summer. But from the barrack rooms, half-a-mile or so away, tunes and songs from this album became ingrained. Should you have been a 1950s teenager, you know exactly what I mean.

My now ancient body and mind can still ROCK within this sound bubble. The album is a non-stop, incredible selection of tunes, guaranteed to transform you back in time – in just minutes.

TEMPUS FUGIT (time flies)

Cyril Hobbins – 2022

Horace Minden Burrows was born in Haslemere, Surrey, on 26th May 1917, to parents Albert and Olive. But when he was only 15 years-of-age, he decided to move to Kenilworth (all on his own), to find work in the engineering industry in Coventry. He lodged with family friends, Tom and Ella Taylor in Priory Road.

Arrival in Kenilworth

After coming to Kenilworth, he indeed found work in Coventry. On the 1939 register, he was recorded as being employed as a Motor Car Bodymaker. But WW2 was looming, and in February 1940, then aged 22, he was summoned to Coventry for a medical and was passed ‘Grade 1’. Because of his reserved occupation, he was not immediatly called-up, and was put into the reserve. Three months later, following the Dunkirk evacuation, invasion of the UK was a strong possibility, and most of the armed forces were in southern England awaiting the enemy, but the luckily the invasion never happened. In early 1942, Horace married Daisy Gould, and their first home together was in High Street. But within a year, in January 1943, Horace was finally called-up into the Royal Marines. Something big was about to happen……..

D-Day – Normandy Invasion

The planning of the invasion, Operation Neptune – part of Operation Overlord, had began back in 1943, which gave the combined allied forces plenty of time to prepare. It was to become the biggest seabourne invasion in history, and Horace was right in the thick-of-it.

Horace was a member of the newly formed 904 Flotilla, who trained on Landing Craft Support (medium) – or, in short, the L.C.S. (M)s. These crafts had twin 0.5″ calibre machine guns and a 4″ smoke mortar (later firing high explosive bombs) plus a smoke generator. Horace became the driver of boat No. 74, and was part of the invasion of Gold Beach during D-Day, 6th June.

In 2005, he remarked; “We were giving covering fire to the amphibious ‘DD’ tanks as they approached the beaches, but it was like using a pea-shooter against those concrete gun emplacements. Our bullets just bounced off. We were shelled a bit, bombed a bit and blown about a bit, but somehow, I survived”.

One of his eardrums was burst with all the noise, so he was deaf in one ear for the rest of his life.

By the end of D-Day, around 25,000 troops had been landed at Gold Beach, in which over 15,000 Marines took part in the operation. Following the success of Operation Neptune, the 904th Flotilla were sent back to England and re-deployed. They headed north, and by November had arrived at H.M.S. Monck, Port Glasgow. From here, the Marines sailed to India, and then onto Burma to fight the Japanese. Horace was always forthcoming about his D-Day experiences, but the time he spent in the Burmese jungle, he would never ever talk about it, not one word…………

Pictures From India

Back Home to Kenilworth

Horace was finally de-mobbed in the spring of 1946 at Plymouth. On his return home, he went back into the thriving engineering industry in Coventry. Over the years, he worked for various companies including; Rover, Carbodies and Standard Triumph. He and Daisy continued to live in High Street for a number of years, then during the 1960s they moved to Avenue Road, off Clinton Lane.

For the rest of his life he became an active member of the Kenilworth Branch of the Royal British Legion and eventually became chairman. Like all Legion members, he was dedicated to Poppy Appeal each year, which raised funds for former military personnel who were in need of help. The Kenilworth Branch would also arranged numerous events throughout the year to raise money including; dinner parties, flower shows, coffee mornings, sponsored walks, even pumpkin evenings!

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Off To Buck House For Lunch

In 2005, in recognistion of his miltary service (and no doubt his British Legion work also), he was invited to lunch with Queen Elizabeth and The Duke of Edinburgh, in the back garden of Buckingham Palace. It was to commemorate the 60th year of the ending of the war, 200 people attended occasion. Numerous dignitaries were there, including members of the Royal Family and Prime Minister, Tony Blair and his wife, Cherry. There was a fly-over of various WW2 aircraft and the music was provided by The Band of the Queen’s Division, and rather fittingly for Horace, The Band of the Royal Marines. For the record, all guests had Ballotine of Salmon with herb mayonnaise salad with peas, tomatoes and asparagus, plus new potatoes. Dessert was gooseberry shortbread.

Horace Minden Burrows

26th May 1917 – 13th February 2016

A big thank you to his son John Burrows for suppling many of the above photos.

Kenilworth’s Scottish Politican

Former Quarry Road resident Thomas Litterick was born in Clydeside, Glasgow on the 25th May 1929 to working-class parents, William and Annie.

The family moved south, probably to find work. In the 1939 register, the family were living at Standard Ave in Coventry. His father was recorded as being an ‘Engine Assembly Fitter’, which was probably in the car industry, as the city was a major car manufacturer.

Thomas had a younger sister called Margaret.

Arrival In Kenilworth

Thomas eventually became a university lecturer having graduated in economics at Dundee University. He also studed at the University of St. Andrews. He lecturered at both Lanchester Polytechnic in Coventry, and at Aston University in Birmingham, on Industrial Relations.

In 1957, Thomas married Jane Ellen Birkenhead at Chippenham and they eventually came to Kenilworth. They moved into a ‘new build’ at 1, Quarry Road, probably in 1966. They had four daughters together. Quarry Road has only four houses and adjoins Malthouse Lane with De Montfort Road.

Political Life – 1970

But it was politics that made Thomas, tick, especially the left-wing variety. This made him a ‘thorn-in-the-flesh’ of not only opposition parties like the conservatives but his own Labour party as well. He was uncompromising as well as outspoken and had strong principles and was never afraid to express his opinions.

But his political life was somewhat of a roller-coaster. His first venture into public office was in the 1970 Kenilworth Urban District Council (KUDC) election when he was elected in the St John’s ward with 521 votes. He then stood in the first ever Warwick District Council (WDC) elections in 1973 but fell short in the combined Abbey & Borrowell ward, finishing 7th out of 10 candidates with only 283 votes. He also contested the County Council elections in 1970 and 1973 but was unsuccessful on both occasions.

His wife Jane, also stood in the 1970 KUDC election but came 5th out of six in Castle ward. She last stood in 1976, both at the district and town council elections.

Resignation From KUDC – 1974

He remained on the KUDC until 1974, but he resigned his seat when all the councillors were automatically transferred to the new Town Council. He believed that a poll should have taken place.

But that same year he was nominated by the Labour Party to stand in the February general election in the Selly Oak constituency, traditionally a Tory seat but it was marginal. He fell short by 2,882 votes to Tory incumbent Harold Gurden. But when another general election was called in October of the same year, he again went head to head with Gurden but this time he was triumphant winning by just 326 votes, due to a 3% swing. So his dream had come true, he was now a Member of Parliament on the back-benchs in the Wilson government. His voice would be heard on numerous occasions in the chamber, but he was somewhat surprised at the ‘cat-calling’ abuse that he found there.

Health and Family Issues – 1977

But it was in 1977, that he attracted most publicity. Whilst recovering from a heart attack after being on the danger-list in the Coronary Unit of Warwick Hospital, he announced he had left his wife for another woman. But, after recovering and moving to London, he suffered a relapse and was admitted to hospital.

During a press interview his wife said that she put his condition down to many factors, including the death threats they were getting, causing him stress. Indeed, his first heart attack came only hours after he had rushed back home from Westminster following death threats the family had received. She also blamed the long working hours that MPs had to endure and called for the government to change MPs working hours. Kenilworth Police became aware of the deaths threats and put on extra patroles around the area of the Littericks’ home.

The Thatcher Revolution – 1979

By the time of the 1979 General Election, the ‘wind of change’ was blowing threw UK politics. Margaret Thatcher had been tory leader since 1975 and her party stormed to a decisive victory over the Callaghan government with an overall majority of 44 seats. Thomas Litterick was one of the casualties, losing his Selly Oak seat by 4,775 votes. This must have been one of the lowest periods of his life. Thatcher would have been his arch nemesis, being on the complete opposite ends of the political spectrum to himself.

Death – 1981

Thomas Litterick died in London, on Monday 5th January 1981, he was 51 years old. His wife said she did not receive any notification until Tuesday afternoon when her solicitor called round to tell her of the tragic news. A death notice had appeared in The Times but no details of the funeral arrangements were mentioned. Mrs Litterick said that she had never given up hope that he would come back home to the family in Kenilworth.

Of the ‘other woman’ in his life she said; “If she is going through what we are going through, then I feel sorry for her but I appeal to her to let me have Tom’s body back so that he can be buried alongside his parents at Canley Cemetery”. But, on the 8th January, she conceded; “I will be attending the funeral tomorrow at the West London Crematorium”. Her 20 year-old daughter, Tracey, was also there. About 150 people were at the funeral and his last election rosette was placed on his coffin.

Tributes

MP Tony Benn, described him as a remarkable man, and a dedicated socialist. He said he was a fine teacher and a very modest man.

Former Chairman of the Kenilworth Labour Party, Joe England, of Forrest Road, said that in 1973, Mr Litterick told him that there was one thing he’d like to do before he dies was to spend some time in the ‘gasworks’ – his name for the House of Commons. A year later he got his wish.

Love him or loath him, one thing that Thomas Litterick must always be remembered for, is that he was the first Kenilworth resident ever to become an MP.

Jane Litterick continued to live in Quarry Road until her death in 2006, aged 73.

‘The Knight on the Tiltyard’

Back in the mid to late 1960’s, my mates and I, could be found fishing the Finham, and Inchford brooks that flowed behind the castle on a regular basis.  Sometimes with nets, catching Sticklebacks, and Minnows or fishing with rod and line for the trout.  The trout where discovered by accident when fishing a stretch close to the ford, which would lead to the ghostly encounter. (Tony is pictured far left)

We fished this area over the next couple of years, and caught many trout. Then one day my friend and I were again fishing there, when we had an experience, that to this day, I have no explanation for………..

At that time, the entrance was at the front of the castle, opposite castle green, so it was generally quiet around this area of the castle, with mostly people hiking around the fields. Access to the tiltyard back then wasn’t as easy as it is today.
On the ford side of the tiltyard, the embankment slopes steeply down to the brook. On the other side, steps lead down to the bridge, that spans the brook. I’m not sure if back in the 1960s, the steps even existed.

We were happily fishing that day, when something caught my eye …… I turned to my left to see what it was, and to my utter amazement, there, on the tiltyard, about ten yards along from Mortimer’s Tower, stood a ‘crusader knight’, in all his glory, sword in hand, and a large red cross on his tunic. My fishing companion, Glenn Smith saw it too, so it wasn’t just me seeing things! We were in awe, but scared witless. It just stood there, motionless.
We decided to hide behind the trees by the brook, and observe it.  I can’t remember how long the knight stood there for, but he was facing in our direction, and that made hiding behind the trees seemed like a good idea at the time.  After a while, he turned around and walked off into the trees behind him, and disappeared.  Strange thing was …… as mentioned earlier, the far side of the tiltyard slopes steeply down to the bridge, but somehow he had walked straight across into the trees, seemingly in mid-air, and not down the slope! Not long after this strange event, we headed that way to have a look around for any clue as to who/what it was.  But there was nothing about.  The knight had literally vanished into thin air ………..?

‘The Saintlowe Tower Lady’

My second encounter at the castle, was in September of 2005. I now live in Florida, and was on vacation, visiting my home town. So I decided to go into the castle as it holds such great memories for me. It was mid-week as I recall, a cold still day, and it seemed as if I was the only one in the grounds. It was dead quiet.

I walked around most of the castle then decided to go into the Great Hall, and then up the spiral staircase inside Saintlowe Tower. I exited the doorway at the top of the staircase into what was once a room. The vast windows on the left-hand side now look out over the echo meadows (or the mere as it would have been centuries ago), and there to my surprise was a lady, dressed in a long flowing blue dress, sat on the stone-seat (pictured) looking out of the window. But before I had the chance to gather my senses as to what I was seeing – she had vanished……….

Ghostly goings on at the castle, who can say? But what I can say is this; I did witness these two unexplainable events. Both scary, but enlightening encounters in their own way. ‘Strange but True’.

Tony Dilworth 2024

We all know, that when even a small pebble is dropped or thrown into a pool, ripples expand outwards for quite a way, often until they reach a distant shore.

I have discovered that this can happen on what I refer to as the, ‘Pool of Life’, I speak of metaphorical pebbles obviously. It happened to me in late 2008, when, completely out of the blue, I received an email from the USA from a LA company called, J. West. They were representing Disney Home Entertainment Inc, and were inviting me to take part in the launch of the DVD/Blu-Ray platinum edition of the remastered cartoon film of Pinocchio. Yes, they wanted me!

I was so sceptical, thinking it was some sort of a scam, I took the time to research them to check on the company – they were genuine. After some transatlantic negotiation, I agreed to the whole thing. I will summarise my week-long Hollywood adventure later.

But it has puzzled me ever since who, somewhere in the world, knew of my one-man-band, toy research and wooden toy making business all in a small shed, here in Kenilworth. Exactly, WHO threw that pebble into my personal ‘pool of life’, for the ripples to expand outwards across the Atlantic to the USA? I have never found out and probably never will.

A Change of Career

I had given up my post as Deputy Manager/Social Worker after 15 years at a Warwick Day Centre for adults with severe learning disabilities, to set myself up as a researcher, then re-creator of historically accurate wooden toys, dolls and games.

After making a few toys, I started to sell them at places like Kenilworth Market and even on Carnival day. But It was a slow start.

I expanded the business, by using my social work and teaching skills to create, then to validate, toy history and toy-making courses, for Infant and Junior Schools. This was part of the then growing, National Curriculum.

Every month I would make enough toys to sell at Craft Events locally, and in the Cotswolds. I would also produce enough of my little toy-kits for my practical toy-making workshops at schools, museums and historic sites. Eventually, I became Tudor Toymaker to English Heritage, and Victorian Toymaker for the National Trust and other museums.

My little toy-kits could be completed by almost any child within 40 minutes. I made a range of about 40 different toys, which meant I could spend a whole day with a single class.

I soon had a full order book, which kept me exceptionally busy, and exceedingly happy – all my hard work was finally paying off!

A further development was my historically accurate replicas of museum exhibits of wooden toys, dolls and games. These allowed children to have, hands-on experience during their visits. (photo credit – Vernon Todd)

Drawings by Cyril Hobbins

There are collections of these toys at places like Charlecote House, Wordsworth House, Compton Verney, Tattershall Castle plus many other museums.

So, after around five years, I was becoming relatively well known in the Midlands, and especially the Cotswolds. But I say again, who told Disney? Which returns me to my ‘Pebbles in the Pool of Life’ ………….. theme

Disney – An Enduring Memory

To summarise as promised earlier, in January 2009, my wife Glenys and I, were whisked off by a chauffeur driven car to Heathrow Airport to board a Boeing 777, heading for LAX International Airport; as VIP guests in business-class, no less! On arrival at LAX, and after a rather stressful introduction to US Border Control and Immigration, we were greeted by a driver, who took us to our accomodation.

As guests of Disney Home Entertainment, we spent a magical week in a luxury suite (13 floors up), at the Hollywood Renaissance Hotel, overlooking the city, with the famous Hollywood Sign in the distance hills. During our stay, we ate at the Hollywood Grill and used the roof-top swimming pool. The hotel breakfast’s, had to be seen to be believed, we were thoroughly spoiled. This was after a film-crew from Pinewood Studio’s, had filmed me at home in my workshop. This video was used as part of the second disc, that launched the re-mastered, Pinocchio.

If you search my name or Pinocchio, part of it can still be seen on YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kecy38kXUVs&t=244s

We were given two days to recover from our jet-lag which gave us time to explore places like; Hollywood Boulevard, Beverley Hills and Santa Monica. Then came two days of hard and intensive work at the Burbank Disney Studios, giving dozens of press interviews and toy making demonstrations. I was even given an official ‘Minder’ to keep an eye on me. She was wonderful, always ensuring that I was comfortable and at ease.

One task was to take part in what is known as a ‘B’ Roll movie, for Disney Records. For the first time (and hopefully the last) I was given the full works by a make-up artist. We had lighting and sound checks etc, I then demonstrated my large collection of wooden toys to the Chief Creative Officer, John Lasseter, whilst he interviewed me.

Afterwards, we were given a complete tour of the Walt Disney archive and museum, including the huge pre-war animation camera that Walt Disney used, for all his early work. We even met the man, Dickie Jones (pictured), a child actor back in the day, who did the original voice of Pinocchio, in the film’s production during 1938/9. He was 11-years-old at the time!

A truly amazing week at Disney, that remains an enduring memory.

The Platinum DVD/Blu Ray edition of Pinocchio is still about, (plenty to be found on ebay), but less and less people are using this format nowadays, so maybe the film can be found on the Disney+ streaming service? Have a look if you are a subscriber.

But, finally, I would truly love to discover who threw my pebble?? ………………..

Cyril Hobbins 2023

Harold Francis Newey was born on the 22nd October 1897, to parents William Newey and Emily Wyton. (pictured, left). Emily originated from Hook Norton.

The family lived at 50, High Street (Newey cottage) where the Newey family had lived for generations.

Postal Workers

His father was a postman in Kenilworth, and after leaving school, Harold also got a job with the Post Office, becoming a ‘Telegraph messenger boy’. So they both spent a lot of time on his bike, around the streets of Kenilworth!

But within a few years, WW1 had started and by the time he was 18 years-old he had signed-up, and was transferred into the reserve of the R.G.A (Royal Garrison Artillery). After his training he was eventually called-up for service in August 1917. But he never left the country.

The R.G.A. provided heavy siege howitzers, and coastal artillery plus mobile guns on railways. Some of these guns were manufactured at the Coventry Ordinance Works.

After The War

Having survived the war, he was discharged and put into the Army Reserve in November 1919. So, it was back to civilian life in Kenilworth for young Harold.

Following in his father’s foot-steps, he became involved with St Nicholas church, and eventually became a sexton, and was a keen bell-ringer.

In 1929, he married Rose Hughes of Warwick Road at St Nicholas. They settled into married life at 19, St John’s Street, and had one daughter together, called Rosemary. For the best part of his adult life, Harold worked in the engineering industry in Coventry, he last worked for the Auto. Machinery Co. in Aldermoor Lane.

World War Two

On the outbreak of WW2, Harold voluntered to become an ARP Warden in Kenilworth and was one of the first responders on the scene when the landmine fell on The Square/Abbey End in November 1940, which killed 25 people. He witnessed much horror and destruction that night, which he probably never forgot. Kenilworth has never forgotten.

In 2023 his ARP helmet was donated to the Abbey Museum by his grandson Barry Rose. The museum is run by The Kenilworth History & Archaeology Society. https://www.khas.co.uk/

Harold pictured (right) in his back garden with grandson Barry Rose. circa late 1950s

Harold died in 1962, three day’s short of his 65th birthday. His ashes are buried at St Nicholas churchyard, along with his wife Rose, who died in 1986, age 93.

In 1986, Cyril Hobbins volunteered to restore the vandal wrecked, Tumbledown Stile (also known as a clattergate or clappergate stile). More of the restoration later.

The stile was once in place across the narrow entrance to the Abbey Gatehouse, next to a larger field gate, which closed-off the wider cart entrance. (see photo below.)

Cyril remembers as wicked Kenilworth kids, he and his mates would take unsuspecting visitors to go over the stile first, it would then collapse, with a loud clatter as they tumbled to the ground, it was great fun! Cyril also said, that the heavy hammer-shaped end pieces, could be used to crack nuts.

Other Tumbledown Stile’s

Kenilworth’s stile, is one of a few that still survive, the only one locally is at Charlecote, located close to the Charlecote Garden Centre in the village. This is on the opposite side of the road to entrance of Charlecote Park. It’s looks to be a modern replacement, which doesn’t operate correctly. But at least it’s still there.

The Charlecote Stile – Both old (early 1900s) and present day (2022)

According to the Hungerford Virual Museum, there are less than 16 still remaining in the country. A photo of the Kenilworth stile (and Cyril) are recorded on their website (in the street furniture/tumble stile section), together with the other remaining stiles from around the country.

https://www.hungerfordvirtualmuseum.co.uk/#&gid=1&pid=13

This cleverly designed stile, kept farm animals from straying into St. Nicholas churchyard, which containing poisonous yews trees. The stile closed automatically, so was more efficient than a standard hinged-gate. The loud clatter could also warn off intruders, if such a stile was used in a situation close to a farmhouse or cottage.

How Old is the Stile?

The stile’s age, and condition, has been a topic of conversation for a very long time. For example, a report appeared in the Kenilworth Advertiser, on 24th August 1918, stating;

‘This valuable old relic of by-gone days, which is under the archway of the ‘Tantara’ ruins, still remains in such a condition, that it positively invites a mischievous youngster to complete its destruction and in these times of fuel shortages, take home the remains. We called attention a few weeks ago to the fact that the slotted post was needed to be put into thorough repair but evidently no value is attached to this unique piece of work’.

But with no local History Society around in those days to care for it, plus the Kenilworth Urban District Council (KUDC) not seemingly interested, it looked like the stile was doomed. But somehow it has survived.

Before its restoration, the stile had been in situ for well over 100 years, If the Victorian photo at the top of this page is anything to go by, the stile is probably more than 160 years-old. But no one really knows its full age. Only dendro dating could establish an approximate age.

Vandalised – 1973

In late February 1973, due to concerns about the condition of the gate, the Kenilworth History & Archaeology Society, wrote to the KUDC suggesting that members of their Society remove and restore it. They also suggested it should be resited in a position where it could be seen, and operated without danger or misuse. But there were delays in granting permission, due to questions of ownership. The Parks & Cemetery Committee, finally granted permission but only a few weeks before it had been vandalised on the 16th June. Unfortunately during this period, the Society was deeply committed to work at Little Virginia, so the stile wasn’t retrieved before the vandalism occured. The remaining parts were salvaged, and placed in the ‘Barn’. And there the shattered stile lay, for more than a decade ……….

The Restoration – 1986

To restore it, Cyril had to source good old but sound oak fence posts from the local council, it took almost a month of spare time, to splice bits together, and to get it fully functioning again. Because the bottoms of the posts had rotted, they could never go in the ground again; so he devised the ‘low castored truck’, so the whole contraption could be hauled back into its original place, if required.

There is no doubt, that if Cyril had not stepped in to rescue the stile when he did, then it could have disappeared forever. It could never have been put back in situ at the gatehouse. There it would certainly have been vandalised again, then what? So, ‘Nice One Cyril’

Present Day

Abbey Museum & Heritage Centre – Abbey Fields

The restored stile, is kept on the upper floor of the Abbey Museum & Heritage Centre, in the Abbey Fields, which is open during Bank Holidays and Sunday afternoons, from Easter to September. The custodians of ‘Barn’ are the Kenilworth History & Archaeology Society.

https://www.khas.co.uk/

Look closely at the 1986 photograph, you will see a much younger version of Cyril. This was on the day that he handed it back. I wonder how many locals remember it, and whether they too had fun with it?

Robert Charles Henry Green, was born to Mother Gwendoline (nee Cave), and Father George Harry, on 19th November 1918, just over a week after Armistice Day, at 14, Clinton Lane, where they rented a room.  This was at a time of no NHS, and when home births were common practice. 

Prior to living at Clinton Lane, they had lived at the King’s Arms Hotel in Warwick Road, where George Harry, WW1 veteran, was employed as a ‘Boots’.

Little did this family know that in just over twenty year’s time, they would again, be involved in another World War. When Robert was two-years-old the family moved again, this time into a council house at 68, School Lane (opposite the Chip Shop).

During 1938/39, it was obvious to everybody (except Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain apparently) that World War Two was coming along, sooner or later.

Robert didn’t much fancy conscription into the Infantry when war did arrive, so he decided to find an alternative combat role, and the Artillery fitted the bill.  So in March 1939, he made the decision to join-up.

He walked into the headquarters of the Territorial Army of the 271st (Warwick) Field Battery, Royal Artillery at Clarendon Place, in Leamington Spa, and signed on the dotted line.  

He was now a ‘Gunner’ in the Royal Warwick’s, but his plan on keeping out of the frontline backfired on him as he was eventually deployed as a ‘Signaller/Driver’ for the 271st Battery, a job which directed fire from the frontline with the infantry!

As we all know, World War Two was declared on 3rd September 1939, when Neville Chamberlain made that famous speech on the radio, but orders had already been given to 271st Battery, two days earlier to report for duty as soon as possible to Clarendon Place.  Two weeks later, his regiment was mobilised, and they moved south to Swindon, where they trained for several weeks, in readiness for war.

British Expeditionary Force

Aged 21, Robert was part of the BEF (British Expeditionary Force), that was sent to France to tackle the Germans.  He sailed with the 68th (South Midland) Field Regiment, which included two Field Batteries, his 271st, based at Leamington/Rugby, and their sister Battery, the 269th from Birmingham. They were both part of the 48th (South Midland) Division. 

Robert eventually set sail for France in January 1940, and docked at La Havre, and was met by snow and freezing conditions. The Regiment then travelled to Bolbec about 20 miles away, here the 271st Battery, were allocated farm buildings to bed down for the night, and a cold night it was too.  They all used hay as improvised mattresses.  The following day, they travelled 130 miles south to Lallaing, near Douai in the Nord region.   With temperatures still well below freezing, and snow continuing to fall, the journey was extremely hazardous.  Robert’s battery was billeted in the nearby village of Anhiers, which was a coal mining district. Their first night was spent in some derelict buildings in a disused colliery. A night, no one was likely to forget as they slept on steel floors, in sub zero temperatures. Not much slept was had by anybody. Thankfully however, they were soon found accommodation at local private houses. The weather was so cold, that the radiators on their vehicles, had to be drained every night to prevent the water freezing and cracking the engine blocks.

The Germans were obviously waiting for the better weather to arrive before they attacked, and even though conditions improved during March, nothing yet had happened. In the meantime the 271st Battery, and the regiment continued with various types of training, including marches, gun drills, vehicle maintenance and lectures etc. They even had French lessons.

WW1 Equipment

Robert’s war had started slowly, but the 271st Battery, like much of the BEF weren’t really equipped for modern warfare against the heavily armed, and modernised Germans Forces. They only had one rifle per five men, and they had to use 18 Pounder Artillery pieces from the First World War, which were stamped ‘1917’.  Not only did they still have First World War equipment.

The Germans finally attacked Holland, and Belgium on 10th May. The Battery was first called into action in Belgium, when supporting the 145th Infantry Brigade on 16th May at Waterloo, south of Brussels.  But there was no enemy contact that day, as the Belgium Army were just about holding back the Germans, so they withdrew 15 miles to Castre near Hal, leaving the Belgium’s to their fate.  No sooner had they ‘dug in’ when they were on the move again. So, on 17th May, they moved a further 20 miles to Houtaing, west of Ath, to counteract the anticipated threat of enemy armoured vehicles that had crossed the River Deindre.  Once again, they did not fire a shot, and moved another 20 miles, to positions at Wez Velvain near Tournai.  It was here on 19th May, that Robert had his first battle, when he directed fire in support of the 144th Infantry Brigade, when they were holding a stretch of the River Escault. Under heavy shelling, they held this position until 22nd May, but the situation was rapidly deteriorating, so they had to drop back to Sameon, just inside the France border. 

Rapid Withdrawal

The Nazi Blitzkrieg (Lightening War) was now unstoppable, so a rapid withdrawal became the only option for the BEF, but the awful road congestion due to fleeing soldiers, and refugees made it difficult.  Troop movement was done mainly at night, to avoid the Stuka and Messerschmitt aircraft, but this had its own problems.  Travelling by night, and fighting by day, meant that troops were getting no proper rest or sleep.  Drivers including Robert, were literally falling asleep at the wheel, and accidents did occur especially as they were travelling so close to the vehicle in front, without lights.  Lights were not allowed to be used on vehicles as this could have given their position away. If a vehicle stopped quickly a domino effect of collisions would occur.

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By the 24th May, the Battery had moved to the south west of Lille, to halt the German forces advancing from the south.  Matters were not helped, when it was reported that the Belgium Army, had capitulated on the 26th May, which left the BEF exposed.  The next day, they were pushed back again, this time 25 miles northwards to Elverdinghe, near Ypres. Here, they occupied their final positions, and on 29th May, they fired their last rounds of ammunition. Orders came through, to head towards the coast for evacuation. Calais and Boulogne had fallen, so the only port available to the BEF was Dunkirk, where literally thousands of allied troops were already congregating on the beaches, in the hope of being shipped back to England.

After destroying their guns, and trucks so that the enemy could not make use of them, the 271st Battery, walked the last few miles under continuous harassment from enemy aircraft. Trucks were destroyed by draining the oil, and running the engines until they seized, they were then set on fire.  Guns were blown-up by putting an explosive charge in the breech.

On their journey to the coast, the 271st Battery could see the destruction that the Luftwaffe had brought upon the country. Towns and villages, that had deliberately been targeted, lay in rubble. Many of their civilians now with no homes left, also headed towards the coast, hopeful maybe, of escape themselves. Such was the chaos, and confusion, Robert somehow became detached from his battery, but made his way to Dunkirk, with just a handful of his comrades.

Arrival at Dunkirk

On arrival at Dunkirk, Robert could see the full extent of the trouble the BEF were in.  As far as the eye could see, troops in their thousands spread along the beach, in all directions.  Men in orderly lines, stretched down to the beach, and into the sea up to their necks to await embarkation.  Looking along the beach towards Dunkirk Harbour where the bulk of troops were amassed, black plumes of smoke could be seen, belching out into the sky, for many a mile, where the fuel dumps were on fire.

On the beaches, the troops were totally exposed, with no cover at all. Straight away Robert went up in the dunes, and dug himself a six foot deep trench. The softness of the sand offered some protection against bombs, as only a direct hit or a very near miss would cause injury. The blast would be absorbed, so less shrapnel was scattered.

One of the most terrifying moments was when Messerschmitt’s flew parallel to the beach, strafing machine gun fire into the troops.  After three long days on the beach, it was Robert’s turn to leave his trench, and join the queue to get on a ship but troops became more vulnerable out in the open beach.

The Germans were not only bombarding the BEF with shells, bombs and bullets, but with propaganda leaflets as well. They strongly advised the British (and their Allies) to put down their arms as they were entirely surrounded. However, this advice was not taken. Robert like many other BEF troops found these leaflets made excellent toilet paper.

The beaches at Dunkirk had long gradual slopes, so large naval craft could not get near to the troops. Various ideas were put into place to get troops out to the ships, one was to drive vehicles out at low tide and lined them up nose-to-tail, to form a type of pier, men could then walk across the roofs, and get closer to the ships.  The evacuation became famous for all the small boats that sailed over, to ferry the troops from the beaches to ships lying off shore.  This came about when an SOS was sent out to all owners of small boats between 30 feet and 100 feet in length, to help with the evacuation, known officially as operation ‘Dynamo’. Hundreds of these civilian craft including tugboats, motor yachts and cruisers, eventually came to the aid of the BEF, and played a significant part in the operation.  Around a third of the total troops evacuated from Dunkirk, can thank these small craft for their safe return.

However, Robert was on a stretch of beach where not many small boats were present.  So, in the afternoon of 31st May, he waded out up to his neck, and had no option, but to swim to a destroyer, and scramble aboard.  Luckily, during the evacuation, the weather was excellent, and the flat-calm conditions, were a godsend.

Destroyers were a prime target for the Stuka dive bombers, especially as there were so many troops on board, and on several occasions they attacked the destroyer Robert was aboard, but luckily the bombs missed their target.  

On the day of Robert’s evacuation (31st May), a total of 68,014 men were rescued from the beaches, and harbour at Dunkirk, the highest daily total during the operation.  The final count during the nine day evacuation was a staggering 338,226, far more than originally estimated.

It was later discovered that the German High Command had halted their Panzer Divisions for a three days from 24th May, when they got to the River Aa, west of Dunkirk.  We can only guess, what would have happened to the BEF, if the Panzers had continued their onslaught. Historians to this day, still debate why this happened.

Daily Totals Evacuated from Dunkirk

Although the RAF gave good air support over the English Channel, it was still a tense and nervous crossing due to the constant threat of being torpedoed. Robert, unshaven, exhausted and starving, eventually landed at Dover late into the evening.  After a cup of tea, and some food, he was sent by train to Bovington Camp in Dorset, for some much needed R&R, where he apparently slept for nearly two days! 

Robert went on to serve in North Africa, the Middle East and Italy. His last battle of the war, was in Italy on 20^th April 1945, near Fiorentina, when they were in support of the 1st and 2nd Punjab’s, whose mission it was to cross the River Idice.  It was here in Italy, just over two weeks later, that the 271st Battery celebrated VE day.

Due to Robert’s reserved occupation as a Gas Fitter, (he worked at the Gas Works at Mill End) he was discharged in December 1945.  He was safely back in Kenilworth, after a long and gruelling adventure. Robert re-enlisted in the TA until 1949, and in total, he was in the Artillery for just over 10 years.

On leave in 1942, Robert, “Bob” to his friends had met 17-year-old Doreen Beryl Jackson from Edgbaston, who was staying next door to him at School Lane in Kenilworth. After proposing to her on the pier at St Ives, they married in January 1946 at the Methodist schoolroom, Stirling Road in Edgbaston. The schoolroom was used because the church was bombed out. Their marriage produced two children, and two grandsons.

Robert Died in 2008, aged 89, and Beryl in 2019, aged 94.