When Alice Fairclough married Thomas Arman in 1896 the couple joined together two families. Alice had two children by her first husband William Fairclough – William and Mary while Thomas had five children by his first wife Elizabeth Jane Webb – Elizabeth, William Thomas, Alfred Richard, Mabel Alice and Rose Mary.
In his definitive book ‘Tell Them of Us’ about the Swindon men who served in the Great War, Mark Sutton records that Sapper W. Arman served with ‘B’ Coy 6th Batn Royal Berkshire Regiment, attached to the Royal Engineers.
Mark reproduces a letter written by William Arman in France dated September 1915, to his father and stepmother at 15 Lowestoft Street, Swindon.
‘Dear Father and Mother,
I am writing you a few lines hoping you are in the best of health. It is grand weather out here at present, though rather cold nights and mornings. We have been in action. Last Wednesday night, our battalion, the Royal Berks had it pretty warm for a lot of the Germans started shelling us in all directions for about an hour. The Germans, thinking we were all done in, started to advance towards our trenches in massed formation. They came within 20 yards of our trenches and they had it hot from our rifles, machine guns and artillery. You ought to have seen them falling down like chaff before the wind. There were not many that escaped. It was like hell for a short time. We had a few casualties, but the Germans lost nearly a battalion of men. We called them the Saxons. They were half German and half English. They have been very quiet since that night. They thought they had a soft job on, but they were mistaken for once.
I am getting used to bully beef and biscuits now. I am getting short of a razor. I can’t get one for love or money. You ought to see my face! I have not had a shave for three weeks. We get a pay this week – 15 francs, that is about 4s 2d to a franc. If God spares me, I will send it home because I can’t spend it out here. Could you send me a razor out? It looks so bad asking everyone for the loan of a razor. It would not cost much for postage.
We are sleeping in old dug-outs what the French used to sleep in. We never have our clothes off, but always sleep in them. I have not much more to say at present. I wish you all good luck and good-bye for the present.
Remember me to *Will and tell him I wish him a safe and speedy passage across the water.’
*Will is William Fairclough, his stepbrother.
William Thomas Arman survived the war. He died in 1943 in the Bridgend district of Wales in 1943. You can read more about Alice Arman here.
‘Churchyards and cemeteries are scenes not only calculated to improve the morals and the taste, and by their botanical riches to cultivate the intellect but they serve as historical records.’
J.C. Loudon – On the Laying Out, Planting and Managing of Cemeteries and on the Improvement of Churchyards1843
I wonder how many times you’ve walked past this notice without reading it.
The sign displays some important information about the status of the cemetery as a Local Nature Reserve and outlines some dos and don’ts.
During Covid we all came to recognise the importance of nature and green spaces to both our physical and mental well-being. (Well, some of us knew this already). In lock-down, when we were only allowed a limited amount of time outdoors, everyone went in search of beautiful places to walk and suddenly people discovered cemeteries (well, some of us had already).
Is there a conflict between respecting an historic burial ground and creating a Local Nature Area?
Mr Loudon had something to say about the continued function of burial grounds.
‘All burial grounds whatever within the precincts of towns, when once filled, that is, when the whole ground has been buried in, even if with only one body in a grave, should be shut up as burygrounds, and a few years afterwards opened as public walks or gardens …’
Many local residents gain a great deal of pleasure from walking through the cemetery, especially, as we have mentioned, during the difficult two to three years we have all experienced. A small team of volunteers at Radnor Street Cemetery preserve and promote the stories of those buried in the cemetery while our gardening volunteers maintain the Commonwealth War Graves (and others with a military reference) as well as helping people find family graves, so I think we pretty much have it covered!
Image published courtesy of P.A. Williams and Local Studies, Swindon Central Library
The re-imagined story …
There was no easy route to the cemetery on the hill, as he soon discovered. The steepest was the walk from town up Deacon Street, and this was the one he seldom used, not wishing to arrive out of breath, the sweat on his brow.
Usually he walked from the vicarage around the cricket ground and up Cambria Bridge Road. The only disadvantage with this route was that he met many parishioners who wished to stop him and chat. On these occasions he allowed longer to get to there.
He had little realised how much time he would spend at the cemetery. The parish of New Swindon was large and growing when he joined the team of clergy but, perhaps naively, he had not expected so much death.
Sometimes he accompanied the funeral party, but he soon realised there would be many occasions when he made that long walk alone to stand at a grave beside a grieving father. He never grew accustomed to the burial of infants. How could he give thanks for a life that numbered in weeks? How could he offer consolation to parents that their child was with God when it had been with them such a short time?
That first time he left the cemetery by the Dixon Street gate and walked down Deacon Street to the town centre. He was grateful there were few people about on that wet day at the end of October 1891.
The facts …
Alexander George Gordon Ross was born in 1866 and baptised on April 14,1866 at Trinity Church, Westminster. He was the younger of two sons born to Alexander Henry Ross and his wife Juliana Moseley.
The Rev Ross’s name appears frequently in the Radnor Street Cemetery burial registers, the first time on October 29, 1891 when he attended the funeral of William Crocker aged 48, a solicitor’s clerk who lived at 28 Read Street.
The following day he was at the cemetery again to conduct the service at the burial of twin babies. Ada Kathleen and Agnes Hilda Thompson were two months old.
Death of Canon A.G.G. Ross
Swindon Vicar for Many Years
A Keen Chessman
Canon A.G.G. Ross, Vicar of St Mark’s, Swindon, until September of last year, died suddenly at Oxford on Tuesday. For 47 years he worked at St. Mark’s, which was the only parish to which he was ever attached. He was the son of a former Member of Parliament for Maidstone, and was educated at Eton and New College, Oxford. He was trained at Wells Theological College, and ordained deacon by Bishop C.J. Ellicott, at Bristol in 1891. He came to Swindon the same year.
For 12 years he was assistant priest at St. Mark’s under Canon the Hon. M.J.G. Ponsonby, now Lord de Mauley. He had much to do with the rapid expansion and increasing activities of the growing parish, and he was one of the first to introduced amateur theatricals in Swindon on a large scale.
For some years he was in charge of St. John’s district church, and when Lord deMauley left Swindon, on his appointment as Vicar of Wantage, Canon Ross was appointed Vicar of St. Mark’s in his place. The office of honorary Canon of Bristol Cathedral was conferred on him in 1909.
St. Luke’s Built
The principal extension of the parish with which Canon Ross was connectedwas the building of the district church of St. Luke’s. Services were previously held in the buildings which are now used as schoolrooms.
The spiritual work of the district increased greatly during Canon Ross’s incumbency, although during the war the parish had to suffer the reduction of the clergy from eight to five. When he retired Canon Ross had many tributes paid him. The Bishop of Malmesbury wrote: “We all thank God for his ministry.” And the Rev. Lord de Mauley referred to his “long and good time” in the parish.
A Chess Enthusiast
One of Canon Ross’s main interests outside his work, was chess. He was president of the British Chess Federation and his knowledge of the game was of great value to the Swindon Mechanics’ Institution Club, to the Wilts County team and to the St. Mark’s Chess Club.
When he had been 25 years as vicar of the parish, the parishioners presented him with an illuminated album as a memento of the dedication of a beautiful oak rood screen which was set up as a thanksgiving for the 25 years of his vicariate.
Since his retirement, Canon Ross had spent a good deal of his time at Maidstone, where he went to live. At the time of his death he was staying with the Rev. Trevor Jalland, Vicar of St. Thomas’s, Oxford, and formerly of St. Luke’s, Swindon.
There will be a Requiem Mass at St. Mark’s, Swindon, on Saturday morning.
North Wilts Herald, Friday, 13 May, 1938.
The late Canon Ross
The funeral of Canon A.G.G. Ross, former Vicar of St Mark’s, Swindon, who died suddenly at Oxford on Tuesday, will take place at Swindon on Saturday. The body will be brought to Swindon to-day (Friday) and will rest in St. Mark’s Church, where watch will be kept. On Saturday morning there will be Requiem Masses at 7, 7.30 and 8 o’clock, and a solemn requiem will be sung at 9.30. The funeral service will take place at St. Mark’s at 2.30 the same day, and the interment will be in Radnor-street cemetery.
Archibald Edward Knee was born in Stroud in 1892, the son of Francis and Rose Knee. The family later moved to 123 Albion Street where Francis worked as a railway carriage painter in the GWR Works and Rose cared for their seven young children. Archibald joined his father in the GWR Works on leaving school, working as a railway carriage painter and sign writer; a job he could safely expect to hold for life.
Archibald enlisted in the Wiltshire Regiment in July 1915, when a war initially anticipated to be over by Christmas 1914 approached its first anniversary. He embarked for France on New Year’s Eve 1915, part of desperately needed reinforcements at the front.
Archibald Edward Knee
The British army began preparing for the ‘big push,’ in the Spring of 1916. It was believed this allied offensive would finish the war. The Battle of the Somme, in which more than 57,000 British soldiers were killed, wounded or reported missing during the first 24 hours of action, was yet to come.
The 1st Battalion of the Wiltshire Regiment was at Pylones, three kilometres north of the German held Vimy Ridge. The German army bombarded this section of the Western Front on May 21, firing everything at their disposal, including gas and lachrymatory (tear gas) shells.
The men of D Company were in battle by day and making running repairs to fencing and trenches throughout the night.
Lt Col W.S. Brown recorded the events of May 24 in the regimental war diary:
“In the trenches. The enemy were able to reach the Birkin Crater post with Cylinder stick bombs and some casualties were caused.
Many rifle grenades were fired at the outpost line of P73: those fired in retaliation appeared to do considerable damage. After 5 p.m. the enemy fired several heavy trench mortars at P74 and P75 and also at the head of Grange C.T. Snipers claimed three Germans. Repairs to the P line were carried out and a large amount of wire was put out along the whole front during the night of 24th/25th.”
Private F. Daniels of A Company was killed outright. Lance Corporal Knee was among 10 other casualties that night.
Archibald was taken to the 22nd General Hospital at Etaples where he received emergency treatment. He had suffered a gunshot wound to his left thigh, which in itself would probably not have proved life threatening. It was the effect of the German gas attack that proved fatal. Archibald developed gas gangrene and died at 11.20 on the morning of May 29. He is buried in the Etaples Military Cemetery.
Archibald’s name appears on the memorial dedicated to the memory of those from the Carriage & Wagon Paint Shops who gave their lives in the Great War. This plaque can now be seen in the STEAM Museum.
The Commonwealth War Graves headstones stand out proud across Radnor Street Cemetery, the area around them kept clear and accessible by our dedicated team of volunteers. But these are not the only war dead commemorated by Swindon families. Many family memorials carry the name of a lost loved one buried on the First World War battlefields. Were those grieving families able to visit their graves; probably not. So they came to their local cemetery and remembered them here.
Archibald Walter Sheppard was born on May 4, 1888, the youngest of William and Eliza’s seven children, and grew up in the busy family home in Clifton Street. He began work aged 14 years old as an office boy in the GWR Works and then completed a 6½ year apprenticeship in the Pattern Making Shop, receiving his certificate on May 20, 1909.
Sadly, his military records have not all survived, so we do not know when he enlisted. We do know that Sapper Archibald Sheppard was serving with the Royal Engineers 455th Field Company at the Battle of Arras in April 1917. It is believed he was wounded during fierce fighting at Monchy le Preux. He died of his wounds on April 18 at the 19th Casualty Clearing Station at the village of Agnez le Duisans and is buried in the Duisans British Cemetery Extension.
His parents William and Eliza both died in 1931. They are buried in this large double plot C1999 and C2000 with their sons William Henry who died in 1908, and Albert Leonard Sheppard who died in 1963 and his wife Ellen Gertrude who died in 1935.
And remembered on this fine memorial is the name of their youngest son Archibald who is buried in a grave far from home.
Princess Helena Victoria visited Swindon on April 21, 1923 published courtesy of Local Studies, Swindon Central Library.
The re-imagined story …
When I told mum the Mayor had selected me to meet Princess Helena Victoria when she came to Swindon, she said nothing at first.
I joined the Girl Guides when I was 12 and went on to become a Ranger. It was in this role that the Mayor, Cllr Harding, had invited me to meet the Princess when she came to town to open the Boys’ Red Triangle Club.
I loved everything about being a Guide. I loved the fellowship and the feeling that I was making a contribution to society. I had made some good friends. Where we met was the only place I could relax and have fun and laugh and be myself. There wasn’t much laughter in our house. Mum’s grief was all consuming, to laugh seemed to be making a mockery of her sadness.
She hadn’t always been a serious kind of person, it was dad who was the sombre character. She would tease him and tickle him when he refused to smile and I can hear her tinkling laughter somewhere in my memory.
“I’d rather you didn’t meet her, Sylvia.”
I was stunned. The Mayor had paid me a huge honour, selecting me to meet the Princess.
“It’s a real privilege mum. The Mayor has only asked George Akins from the Scouts and me to meet her.”
“She’s German,” said mum, blunt just like that. ‘She’s German.’
“She’s Queen Victoria’s granddaughter.” I was incredulous.
“And she was German, too. I’ll not have a daughter of mine shake hands with a German.”
I couldn’t argue with her, that would have been too cruel. She had lost dad and my uncle in the war. Sometimes it felt as if the war had been in another age, at other times it felt as if we were still living through it. Some people would bear the scars for a lifetime, limbs lost, faces disfigured, minds broken. My mum had a broken heart and I doubted whether she would ever recover.
Everyone was excited about seeing the Princess. There was to be a luncheon at the Queen’s Royal Hotel first before she opened the Boys’ Red Triangle Club and a Civic Gathering in the Town Hall afterwards.
I explained to the Mayor why I couldn’t greet the Princess. I thought he would be angry, but actually he seemed to understand.
Sometimes it felt as if the war had been in another age; at other times it felt as if we were still living through it.
Mayor A.E. Harding
The facts …
Princess Helena Victoria visited Swindon on Saturday, April 21, 1923. The Princess was the elder daughter of Prince Christian of Schleswig-Holstein and Princess Helena, the daughter of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert. She was born at Frogmore House in 1870 and lived her entire life in Britain. During the First World War she visited British troops in France and afterwards worked to promote and support the YMCA and the YWCA. During the war King George V relinquished the use of German royal titles for himself and his numerous cousins.
Albert Edward Harding was born in London in 1865. At the time of the 1881 census he was working in the railway factory as a clerk and lodging with the Hunt family at 38 Prospect. He married Agnes Westmacott in 1889 and the couple had three children, Stewart Jasper, Myrtle Marion Westmacott and Albert Edward Benjamin Harding.
The family first lived at 115 Princes Street where in 1898 Harding was the divisional secretary to the National Deposit Friendly Society, in addition to his job as a Clerk in the railway works. The family later moved to their long-time home at 56 Victoria Road.
Albert Edward Harding was a Councillor representing the East Ward from about 1911 and served as Mayor of Swindon in 1922/23, the year that Princess Helena Victoria visited Swindon.
Albert Edward Harding died at his home on December 30, 1943. He is buried in plot E8568 with his wife Agnes, their son Albert Edward Benjamin Harding and daughter in law Kathleen.
Their eldest son Stewart Jasper Harding is buried in the neighbouring grave plot E8569 with his wife Gladys.
The following words were published in the North Wilts Herald in 1939 as part of a much longer article celebrating the Golden Wedding anniversary of former Mayor A.E. Harding and his wife Agnes. Of course the article concentrated on the work of the Mayor but his wife was more than an equal in this partnership.
Agnes Westmacott was born in Somerford Keynes into a staunchly Primitive Methodist family. Her father, Samuel Westmacott, was a baker and grocer who moved to Swindon by the time of the 1871 census. He became a member of the Regent Street Chapel with which Agnes would be involved throughout her life.
Agnes married Albert Edward Harding, a railway clerk in 1889 and the couple had three children, Stewart, Myrtle and Albert. The family’s long time home was ‘Apsley.’ Not Apsley House, former home of the Swindon Museum and Art Gallery, but a property called Apsley at 56 Victoria Road.
Albert entered politics in 1907 serving as a councillor representing the East Ward on the Swindon Town Council and in 1922 was appointed Mayor. However, family life continued to centre around Primitive Methodism and the Regent Street chapel where Agnes served as a Sunday School teacher for many years. She was also the first secretary of the Brinkworth and Swindon district branch of the Primitive Methodist Women’s Missionary Society.
Agnes Harding died at her home and was buried with her husband, who had died six years previously, in Radnor Street Cemetery in grave plot E8568 on December 30, 1949. The couple were later joined by their youngest son Albert and his wife Kathleen. Buried in the neighbouring plot is their eldest son Stewart, who predeceased his parents, dying in 1931. He is buried in plot E8569 with his wife Gladys who died in 1968.
Married for Fifty Years
Golden Wedding of Mr and Mrs A.E. Harding of Swindon
Mrs Harding’s Record.
Mrs Harding was born at Somerford Keynes and came to Swindon with her parents in her youth. She was a scholar in the day school at the Regent street Primitive Methodist Church, and one of the first scholars to attend the College street school. For many years she was a teacher in the Primitive Methodist Sunday School, Regent street, with which church she has been associated all her life. She was elected to teach a class of unruly youths – and then for many years taught the infants class of some seventy children. During this period she was presented with the diploma for long service.
For many years she has been a class leader, with at one time 95 members on her book, but of late years has had to have more assistants.
Mrs Harding was one of the first pupils of the Art School which was held in the old Town Hall, The Square, whilst the College was being built.
When the Primitive Methodist Women’s Missionary Society was established she was one of the first to form a branch in Swindon, and was secretary of the Brinkworth and Swindon district branch. At the conference at Cardiff in 1924, Mrs Harding was elected national president of the society; she represented the District Sunday School at the triennial conference at Liverpool, was a delegate to the annual synod at Aylesbury and to the conference at Sheffield.
During her year of office as Mayoress, Mrs Harding was presented by the branch with a silver purse and an album of the members’ names. As Mayoress she helped to form the Nursing Association and has continued as a member.
A member of the Red Triangle Club at its formation, she still continues her association with the women’s section.
When the Linen Guild at the hospital was formed, Mrs Harding became a member, and still continues with the weekly meetings. She is president of the sewing circle of the Regent street Church and in connection with these organisations, she has made hundreds of articles and is still an active member of all these societies.
At her silver wedding she was presented with a silver salad bowl by the British Women’s Temperance Organisation.
Councillor and Mrs A.E. Harding were presented to Her Highness Princess Helena Victoria at the opening of the Red Triangle Club; in 1933 to their Majesties King George the Fifth and Queen Mary, when they visited Swindon, and to the Duke of Gloucester on his recent visit when opening the Civic Offices.
Extract North Wilts Herald, Friday, 17 March, 1939
It cannot be denied how important the growth of Primitive Methodism in Swindon was to the development of the town itself. It has been argued that nonconformity arrived in Swindon with the establishment of the Great Western Railway as railwaymen came from across the country bringing with them a tradition of working class, chapel attendance, but this is not the whole story. Evidence of nonconformity was present in the area long before and in 1924 the Primitive Methodists celebrated the Centenary of the Brinkworth and Swindon District Synod.
By 1828 there was a growing Primitive Methodist membership in what was then known as Eastcott, an area around where Regent Circus would later be built. Open air meetings were delivered by travelling preachers until a plot of land was gifted by Thomas and James Edwards in fulfilment of their father’s bequest. It was here, on what would later become Regent Street, that the Primitive Methodists built a chapel.
Charles Morse, a pioneer of Primitive Methodism in North Wiltshire, said ‘that it was like building a Chapel in some foreign land, scarcely a house was near, there was a road through the field, but not a stone to be seen upon it.’
Rev. G. Pilgrim, Minister of the Newport Street Congregational Church, attended the inaugural meeting and he commented that there were very few people there, and of them the greater part were old women and he was at a loss to know how the Primitives were to build a Chapel and pay for it.
But build it they did, and what’s more they rebuilt twice more as their membership grew and out grew three buildings. The first modest chapel was demolished and rebuilt in 1863 followed by a third Chapel providing accommodation for 600 built in 1876 at a cost of £3,110.
Regent Street with Primitive Methodist Chapel on the left of the image. Published courtesy of Local Studies, Swindon Central Library.
The Regent Street chapel became the parent church of the Second Circuit. However, its situation on Swindon’s busy shopping street became increasingly problematic. Sadly, it was demolished in 1957, its funds used to improve other Methodist churches in Swindon.
Image published courtesy of Local Studies, Swindon Central Library.
A public health report and an urgent need for burial space in the rapidly developing town along with the growth of nonconformity contributed to the building of a new cemetery in 1881. Now the nonconformists could bury their loved ones without the strictures or rites of the established church. Radnor Street Cemetery, an area of unconsecrated ground, became the last resting place of some notable nonconformists including Mayors, Councillors and Alderman alongside others who worshipped in the numerous churches and chapels. You might like to read more by following these links …
What better way to start the week than with a talk entitled ‘Graveyards to die for.’
View down the Egyptian Avenue at Highgate Cemetery
London Guide Charlie Forman was the guest speaker at the Arts Society Kennet and Swindon at the Ellendune Community Centre, Wroughton on October 17. Charlie began by talking about burial practices in London at the beginning of the 19th century and the later movement to out-of -town cemeteries.
Until the rapid growth of mid 19th century London, burials were very much a local affair with the deceased interred in the parish churchyard where they once lived, remaining close to family. But as London expanded, churchyards quickly filled up and Charlie told of some truly gruesome and insanitary burial practises.
We learned about the enterprising and much feared grave robbers, ‘the resurrectionists,’ who stole the bodies of the recently dead to provide fresh cadavers for the anatomists. A change in the law in 1831 allowed anatomists access to unclaimed bodies from the Workhouses for medical research and therefore brought an end to the body snatchers’ trade.
For the cemetery lover there were plenty of photographs taken at some of London’s Magnificent Seven cemeteries including West Norwood, Highgate and Kensal Green. There were photos of catacombs and Egyptian mausoleums and the memorials of Princess Sophia and her brother Augustus, Duke of Sussex in Kensal Green. Charlie’s favourite cemetery (well, we all have one) is Kensal Green.
And I love coming away from a talk with a new discovery. At the end of his talk Charlie briefly mentioned Isabella Holmes. Having studied John Rocque’s 18th century maps of London and making a comparison with 1884 Ordinance maps, Mrs Holmes noticed that a great many of the cemeteries on the earlier maps no longer existed – so she set about conducting her own survey to find out what had happened to them all. Ten years later and the London County Council Parks Committee commissioned Mrs Holmes to continue her work and record the size, condition and ownership of London’s cemeteries.
Mrs Holmes walked the streets of London, consulting the Ordnance Survey maps and looking for burial grounds in use and those that had disappeared; knocking on doors and asking for permission to look out of windows.
She writes: “One day I climbed a high, rickety fence in a builder’s yard in Wandsworth in order to see over the wall into the Friends’ [Quakers] burial ground. No doubt the men in the place thought me mad, – anyhow they left me in peace.”
In 1894 Mrs Holmes discovered 362 burial grounds, 41 that were still in use and 90 that had become public gardens and playgrounds and submitted her report with colour coded maps to the Metropolitan Public Gardens Association. In 1895 the work of the redoubtable Mrs Holmes was published by the Council and her book, The London Burial Grounds – Notes on Their History from the Earliest Times to the Present Day is available to read online.
I salute you Mrs Holmes. And Charlie’s talk was excellent as well.
I’d returned from the war pretty much fit for nothing. But my wounds were not obvious. I had not lost a limb, I was not scarred or hideous to look upon.
I suffered from being subjected to heavy shelling, day after day, week after week, from living on the edge of terror.
Others seem to return home unaffected from the hell they had endured, although I would question that. I don’t think any returning soldier was the man he had been when he left for the war. Even now, twenty years later, you can see the men ravaged by their experiences. The men who drink too much, the men whose temper is easily ignited, the men who retreat into silence. We all carry our wounds, the obvious ones and the hidden ones.
Mr Hustings must have wondered if he had been ill advised employing me. I’m sure plenty of his other workmen must have thought so to. At first I couldn’t go up a ladder, but there were plenty of jobs I could do at the yard. Gradually my life became more of the now and less of the then. My confidence grew, my health improved and I began to pull my weight in the firm.
I shall add Mr Hustings to the memory of those others I mourn. He gave me a job when no one else would, he gave me back my life.
The facts …
With just a week left to complete his term of office as Mayor, Councillor H.R. Hustings died suddenly at the Victoria Hospital on Sunday, October 27, 1940.
A tough speaking, no nonsense Labour politician, Henry Russell Hustings, Swindon’s 40th successive Mayor, took office on Thursday, November 9th 1939 as the town got to grips with the black out, air raid warnings and wartime restrictions.
A former trade union organiser for the National Union of Vehicle Workers and the Transport and General Workers’ Union, Henry had enjoyed a varied working life and the Swindon Advertiser styled him as the ‘Jack of All Trades Mayor.’
His first job was with a firm of agricultural engineers in Dorset followed by stints as a traction engine driver, shop assistant, porter, engine driver in a laundry, miner, stoker, baker and in 1939 he was a window cleaning contractor.
Henry was born in 1883 in the Dorset village of Hilton to John W. Hustings and his wife Susan. In 1903 he married Alice Maud Ball and the couple had four children.
A member of the Labour party since 1919 Henry began his political career in Devizes in 1921 where he was the first Labour member of the Town Council. By 1927 he was living at 38 Regent Circus, Swindon and represented the West Ward on the Swindon Town Council.
Councillor Hustings was a founder member of the Unemployed Association, launched at a time when Swindon had more than 5,000 unemployed. In 1939 he was President of both the Swindon branch of the Labour Party and the Swindon Trades Council. He also served on the Management Committee of the Swindon Co-operative Society, the Council of Social Service, the local Food Control Committee and the Western Area Federation of Trades Councils.
On August 22, 1940 Henry launched Swindon’s own Spitfire Fund. The aim was to raise £5,000 and in less than a week the fund stood at £245. By October Swindonians had raised £3,300 and were well on the way to achieving their target. Donations came from across the Swindon and district area. Two little girls sold some of their toys and gave the 8 shillings they had raised to the fund while Kingsdown brewer J. Arkell & Sons presented the Mayor with a cheque for £100.
At the time of the Mayor’s death the fund stood at £3,956, just over £1,000 short of its £5,000 target.
“The fund had a very good start, but it seems to have slowed down during the last two or three weeks,” said Mr Raymond Thompson, director and general manager of the Swindon Press who was behind the last desperate drive to complete the fund. “We owe this and a lot more to our late Mayor.”
In just seven days generous Swindonians had donated £1,352 to complete the project inaugurated by Henry Hustings. A cheque for £5,308 was presented to Col J.J. Llewellin, Parliamentary Secretary to the Minister of Aircraft Production by Swindon’s MP Mr W.W. Wakefield in January 1940.
Henry’s death at the age of 57 followed recent surgery from which it was thought he was making a good recovery, and came as a great shock to fellow members of the Council.
The funeral service conducted by Major W.J. Hills of the Salvation Army took place at the Mission Hall followed by interment at Radnor Street Cemetery.
“Representatives of practically every industrial and social organisation in the town and district took their place in the cortege, and also paid their last tribute at the graveside at Radnor Street Cemetery,” reported the Advertiser.
“The public life of Swindon will be much poorer by the passing of Councillor Hustings,” Mr G.A. Marshman, presiding magistrate said paying tribute to a man who had devoted his life to the underdog – Swindon’s Jack of All Trades Mayor Henry Russell Hustings.
Surprisingly there is no headstone to mark Henry’s grave.