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PLEASE NOTE: If you do not see a GRAPHIC IMAGE of a family tree here but are seeing this text instead then it is most probably because the web server is not correctly configured to serve svg pages correctly. see http://developer.mozilla.org/en/docs/SVG:Server_Configuration for information on how to correctly configure a web server for svg files. ? Emigrated to Australia about 1969 from England Bella's letter (Isabella Lackie Webb) 37 Lilybank Road Dundee DD4 6BW 9th Sept 1970 Dear Barbara & Arthur I have been trying to get some information about the Discovery for you and this is the best I can do. I have been at Museums and reference Librays and the Assistant Keeper of Natural History at the Dundee Museum sent me this. I was only a child at school when it was built and don't remember anything about it. The article about Harry must have been given to a reporter when he was awarded the British Empire Medal (Admiralty Division) for his services during the last War and Harry Webb in Ludlow has the medal. We sent it to him when Harry died as he was named after Harry and Joe in Ludlow has Harry Gold Watch which he was presented with from the Caledon Shipyard for having 50 Launches to his credit as Head Foreman he actually had 56. I hope you have quite recovered from your arduous holiday it is quite an experience to have done so much travelling in so short a time it was a pity the weather had not been a little more kind to you but it has been a very poor Summer here. Yesterday we had a terrible thunderstorm rain and lightning some of the shops in the centres of the town were flooded and had to close and a thunder bolt struck the Spire of St Andrews Church at the bottom of Kings Street and brought it down it was frightening. I don't remember anything like it. Notes on the letter: Joe and Maybelle, 18 Elm St, Ludlow, Mass. Letter from Hazel Smythe to Lorna Vickerman John & Hazel Smythe #61 — 2979 Panorama Drive Coquitlam, B.C. V3E 2W8 Canada 17th August 2004 Dear Lorna: Just a personal note to tell you how sorry we are that you have lost both your parents so close together but how much I appreciate being told. I phoned my father, Bob Webb (Robert Black Webb) who is your mother’s first cousin. It was a double blow to him because he did not know about your mother’s passing. I had assumed your Dad had sent him a note as he did us, although thinking about it, your father may not have had Dad’s most recent address. Anyway my Dad is 86 and his brother Jack (John) Webb is over 90, they will both feel your loss deeply. Dad told me that he had also heard about John Beatty's death, I believe at the end of last year. I think this leaves Dad, Uncle Jack and Cash Pound as the last of the cousins and cousins-in-law in that generation. We had such a heartwarming visit with your Mum, almost six years ago now, hearing all her childhood tales of my father and Uncle Jack and our Great Aunts and Uncles. Your Mum was a real favourite of my father’s. Meeting your parents will always be a very special memory to us. Your Dad was wonderful, driving us all around Auckland, showing us the sights, and then taking us to the airport the next day. It was a very short meeting, but so important to me to meet family that Dad has talked of all my life. I do not know your surname, as we did not meet on our trip, however, I would like to keep in touch, even if it is just a card at Christmas. We met Ian and his family and I believe you have twin brothers. Your Mum told me that someone in your family is doing a family tree. My sister Evelyn Isabelle Denham (she has a twin sister called Rosamund Irene Bennett) is also doing one for our family. To round out our family there are we three girls, (tongue in cheek, I am almost 60!) and we have a brother Ian who lives in Tasmania. I am the oldest, Ian is 57 and Eve and Ros are now 51. I don’t know if you or the rest of your family are travelers, but if ever you want to visit the West coast of Canada (British Columbia is the most beautiful province of them all) we would love to have you stay with us. We will always have a spare room for family. Take care of yourselves and we will be thinking of you Very best wishes John & Hazel 1891 Census ---- John + Margaret Webb 11 Robertson Street, Dundee. John Webb, head of house, 40, Ship Carpenter, born Cromarty Rosshire Margaret Webb, wife, 29, born Monikie Richard, son, 15, Packing box maker, born Dundee Elizabeth, daughter, 11, born in England Edwin, son, 9, born Dundee Susannah, daughter, 8, born Dundee James, son, 7 months, born Dundee 1901 Census ---- John Webb John Webb, head of house, 50, Ship Carpenter, born Cromarty Rosshire Margaret Webb, wife, 39, born Monifeith Hannah (=Susannah), daughter, 18, born Dundee James, son, 10, born Dundee Agnes, daughter, 9, born Dundee Henry, son, 8, born Dundee John, son, 6, born Dundee Isabella, daughter, 4, born Dundee William, son, 3, born Dundee Frank, son, 1, born Dundee Margaret, daughter, under 2 months, born Dundee Address 8 Graham Place, Dundee 4 rooms with windows. 1950 1900 1900 1900 1900 1900 1850 1850 1850 2000 2000 1800 Living in Eastbourne, England, 2003 Iain & Marja live in Tasmania 1800 1800 1800 1850 1950 1950 1950 2000 W E B B W E B B W E B B G L E N W E B B W E B B W E B B W E B B W E B B W O O D H E A D W A L K E R S W I N T O N Married at Cromarty (north of Inverness) John & Margaret married at Craigton, Monikie. Lived in Dundee John & Elizabeth married at Elizabeth's home in Montrose Dundee Montrose W E B B W E B B A I T K E N G L E N M O R T O N 1861 Census ---- Richard & Susannah (Aitken) Webb family 2 Duke Street, Cromarty Richard Webb, head, 43, coastguard, born England Susannah Webb, wife, 43, born England Janet Beale, sister-in law to Richard, 61, NK, born England Richard, son, 12, scholar, born Cromarty parish, Cromarty John, son, 10, scholar, born Cromarty parish, Cromarty Susannah R, daughter, 8, scholar, born Cromarty parish, Cromarty Mary J, daughter, 6, scholar, born Cromarty parish, Cromarty Also 7 lodgers living at the same house. Walmer, Kent 1861 Census of Glen family. 18 Baltic Street, Montrose John Glen, head, 37, groom & gardiner, born Kirriemuir Maryanne, wife, 36, born Ireland Anne, dau, 9, scholar, born Brechin Elizabeth, dau, 8, scholar, born Montrose Mary, dau, 4, born Montrose James, son, 3, born Montrose Sarah, dau, 11 mths, born Montrose 1871 Census of Glen family. 18 Baltic Street, Montrose John Glen, head, 46, groom & gardiner, born Kirriemuir Mary Anne Glen, wife, 45, born Ireland Anne Gibb Glen, dau, 18, mill worker, born Brechin Elizabeth Glen, dau, 17, mill worker, born Montrose Mary-Jane Glen, dau, 14, mill worker, born Montrose James Glen, son, 13, bookseller, born Montrose Sarah Glen, dau, 11, scholar, born Montrose John Morton Glen, son, 8, born Montrose David Johnston Glen, son, 6, born Montrose Williamina Watson Glen, dau, 1, born Montrose 1851 Census ---- Richard & Susannah (Aitken) Webb family 99 Geranium Street, Cromarty Richard Webb, head, 32, coastguard, born England Susannah Webb, wife, 33, born England Richard Wm Webb, son, 2, born Cromarty John Webb, son, 5mths, born Cromarty Catherine Reid, servant, 19, born Cromarty Richard and Bessie and family emigrated to USA about 1922-23. 1871 Census ---- Richard & Susannah (Aitken) Webb family ??? Street, Montrose Richard Webb, head, 52, pensioner ch----, born England Susannah Webb, wife, 54, born England Richard W, son, 22, grocer's assistant, born Cromarty parish, Cromarty John, son, 20, ship carpenter, born Cromarty parish, Cromarty Susannah R, daughter, 18, mill worker, born Cromarty parish, Cromarty Mary J, daughter, 16, mill worker, born Cromarty parish, Cromarty Joanna McWilliams, boarder, 6, scholar, born Inverness 1881 Census of Lackie family. Living at Craigton, Monikie. James Lackie, head, 52, crofter + carrier, born Forfar Barbara, wife, 58, born Monikie Isabella, dau, 26, domestic servant, born Dunnichen, Forfar Alexander, son, 23, shoemaker, born Dunnichen, Forfar James, son, 13, born Monikie Living and working at 2 Dalhousie Terrace, Liff & Benvie; Margaret Lackie, (daughter of James & Barbara), 19, domestic servant, born Monikie LECKIE up to 1861 LACKIE after 1867 1850 L E C K I E L A C K I E K E Y 1841 Census of Key family. Living at Craigton, Monikie. Barbara, mother, 50, Andrew, son, 15, hand loom linen weaver Jane, dau, 13, Henry, son, 10, S T U R R O C K K E Y all born at Monikie all born at Monikie 1850 Hull England 1950 2000 1800 1750 1900 1900 1950 1950 Charles Webb emigrated to NZ during the depression. Married in NZ. Record from Robert Black Webb (born 1918) written in 2008:- The furthest back I can go is the birth of Richard Webb in a village named as Rutherford on the Kent Sussex border. Unfortunately there is no known village of this name anywhere in the British Isles. There is a Rotherfield near Tunbridge Wells. The writing and spelling of old documents is notorious for its irregularities. Richard served in the Royal Navy about the time of the battle of Camperdown (1797). On his honourable discharge from the Royal Navy he joined the Coastguard and Excise Service and was stationed at Walmer near Deal on the north-east coast of Kent. He married a lady named Susannah and had a son whom they named Richard. Richard (junior) also joined the Royal Navy and on his honourable discharge he also joined the Coastguard and Excise Service. He was posted to Cromarty on the north-east coast of Scotland, not far from Inverness. To complicate things he also married a Susannah and they were the parents of my grandfather John Webb. John Webb moved to Dundee where he became a Master Shipbuilder and was Foreman of the Panmuir Shipyard, later named the Caledon, at the time of the building and launching of Captain Scott's ship Discovery. This ship is now on show in the docks in Dundee as part of a maritime museum. John Webb married twice. The names of his first wife and family are in the information which Hazel has and also the name of his second wife which I think was Agnes Lackie. She must have been a saint because she took on the children of the first marriage of which there were five (I think) as well as having ten of her own. Refer to the Whittet line for further details Refer to the Mitchell line for further details 2000 1881 Census ---- John + Elizabeth Webb 56 Watson Street, Dundee. John Webb, head of house, 30, Ship Carpenter, born Cromarty Rosshire Elizabeth Webb, wife, 27, born Montrose Archbald, son, 5, scholar, born Dundee Elizabeth, daughter, 1, born in England Walmer, Kent Webb family living next door to Richard & Susannah(Impet) Webb at the 1851 census. 32 Walmer Road, Walmer, Kent. 1851 Census ---- Richard & Susannah (Impet) Webb family 31 Walmer Road, St Mary's Parish, Walmer, Kent Richard Webb, head, 63, gardener, born Stouting, Kent Susana Webb, wife, 63, born Newington, Kent Thomas Webb, son, 24, gardener, born Walmer, Kent William Sheppard, grandson, 12, scholar, born Birchington, Kent 1851 Census ----George & Hope Webb family 32 Walmer Road, St Mary's Parish, Walmer, Kent George Webb, head, 37 gardener & beekeeper, born Walmer, Kent Hope Webb, wife, 40, born Boughton, Kent Susanah Webb, daughter, 10, born Walmer, Kent George Webb, son, 8, born Walmer, Kent William Webb, son, 6, born Walmer, Kent 1841 Census ---- John & Rachel Aitken family Turnpike (Dover) Road, Parish of Walmer, Walmer, Kent. John Aitken, 70, Labourer, born in Scotland Rachel Aitken, 60 Eliza Aitken, 25 John Aitken, 20 James Aitken, 3 (this will be their grandson) 1851 Census ---- Rachel Aitken and grandson James 44 Walmer Road, St Mary's Parish, Walmer, Kent Rachel Aitkens, head, widow, 69, pauper, relief from the Parish, born Hastings Sussex James Aitkens, grandson, 13, scholar, born Walmer Kent 1841 Census ---- Richard and Susanna (Impet) Webb family Turnpike (Dover) Road, Parish of Walmer, Walmer, Kent Richard Webb, 50, gardener journeyman, born in England Susanna Webb, 50, born in England Charles Webb, 15, born in England Thomas Webb, 15, born in England William Webb, born in England 2010 2020 Parent Parent Biological Child Biological Child Biological Child Parent Parent Parent Biological Child Biological Child Parent Biological Child Biological Child Parent Parent Parent Parent Biological Child Biological Child Parent Parent Parent Parent Parent Biological Child Biological Child Biological Child 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Cromarty, Rosshire (four children) E22 4th June 1875 J24 First marriage Married in Dundee in 1944 (eight children) 29 June 1851 Montrose, 5 July 1851 Craig 21st July 1933 Lochee (three children) (two children) (four children) 1943 Beirut (three children) (two children) Auckland NZ (two children) (two children) (a child) (four children) 21st June 1897 (two children) (a child) 1958 Dundee (a child) (four children) 2 Jun 1880 Dundee (a child) not married (a child) 25 July 1925 No more children No more children (two children) (two children) (a child) (two children) (a child) (a child) not married (a child) (a child) (five children) (four children) (seven children) (a child) (eight children) 9 May 1852 Monikie (five children) 23 Aug 1819 Monikie (seven children) (four children) (three children) (two children) 1949 Dundee (two children) (a child) J25 9 July 1924 M23 (three children) Rotorua (two children) 6Feb1971 (three children) (two children) May1973 (two children) 9Nov2002 (two children) 11Apr1992 (three children) (a child) 27Feb2005 (a child) 23Feb1986 (three children) (a child) (three children) (a child) (a child) (a child) (a child) 11th May 1991 Whangarei abt 1964 (a child) (three children) (a child) (two children) (two children) (two children) 14 May 2011 4 Sep 2011 1927 - 2004 William Whittet (computer analyst, b.Baffin St Dundee) 76 76 Photo:  Bill & Isabel's 40th wedding anniversary, March 1990 in Masterton, New Zealand.
Back row from left:  Paul, James, Lorna, Amanda Vickerman;  Iain, Susan, Andrew Whittet; Kirsty Vickerman; Roderick, Anita, Graeme Whittet.
Front row from left:  Gordon, Joanne, Jodie with Kesley, David, Bill, Isobel, Maia Whittet; Aimee Vickerman, Cherry Whittet.

1927 - 2004 Isabella (Isobel) Mitchell Webb (b.Dundee) 76 76 Photo:  Bill & Isobel's 40th wedding anniversary, March 1990 in Masterton, New Zealand.
Back row from left:  Paul, James, Lorna, Amanda Vickerman;  Iain, Susan, Andrew Whittet; Kirsty Vickerman; Roderick, Anita, Graeme Whittet.
Front row from left:  Gordon, Joanne, Jodie with Kesley, David, Bill, Isobel, Maia Whittet; Aimee Vickerman, Cherry Whittet.
1894 - 1961 John Webb 67 67 From marriage certificate :-
19 Victoria Street at time of marriage.
Tramway car cleaner
23 years old on marriage certificate.
6 yo at 1901 census living at 8 Graham Place.
W W 1 Royal Engineers in France.
Record from his nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
"John Webb married Isabella Mitchell. Children: John, Evelyn, Sheila (died in infancy), Isabel, Harry (died in infancy). He served in France with the Royal Engineers during WW1 and was a tram driver for Dundee Corporation."
1892 - 1966 Isabella Scott Buchanan Mitchell 74 74 From marriage certificate :-
19 Victoria Street at time of marriage.
Cop Winder.
24 years old on marriage certificate.
1920 - 1943 John Webb, Sergeant 75 Sqdn RAF (died WW2) 23 23 Age 23 at date of death 11 April 1943.
Born 1919 or 1920.
1921 - 1997 Evelyn Webb 76 76 1900 Marion Finlay Conlin 27 yo spool winder at date of marriage 1900 Frank Webb 1 yo at 1901 census living at 8 Graham Place.  =>born 1899 or 1900.
27 yo ship plater at date of marriage.
Record from his nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
"Frank Webb married Marion Conlin and had one child, Irene. He was also employed at the Caledon Shipyard."
1861 - 1919 Margaret Leckie (domestic servant, b. Monikie) 57 57 The family name is LECKIE on Margaret's birth certificate but it changes to LACKIE on her marriage and death certificates. 1892 - 1964 Henry (Harry) Lackie Webb MBE (shipyard foreman) 72 72 8 yo at 1901 census living at 8 Graham Place.
Lammerton Terrace
Head foreman of Caledon Shipyard, Dundee. 56 launches.
Record from his nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
"Henry (Harry) Webb married Agnes (Aggie) Denham, the widow of one of his friends, rather late in life. Aggie Webb then became known as Nan. Harry became Forman of the Caledon Shipyard and was awarded an MBE for services to the Royal Navy in repairing submarines during WW2. They had no children."
Elisabeth Gavin Beattie Gillian Beattie Campbell Crockatt 1850 - 1905 John Webb (ship carpenter, b.Cromarty) 55 55 John Webb was born on Wednesday 30th October 1850 in the town of Cromarty in the north of Scotland.  His father, Richard Webb, a Navy Coastguard officer, was born in England.  His mother, Susannah Rachel Aitken was also born in England.  John was baptised on Wednesday 11th December 1850.  He had one half-brother, James Duncan, from an earlier relationship (not marriage) in England between his mother and a Captain Duncan.  He had one older brother Richard and two younger sisters Susannah and Mary.

On 4th June 1875, at the age of 24, he married Elizabeth Glen, a 22-year-old flax mill worker.  At this stage John was living at 9 Annfield Road, Dundee, and was employed as a ship carpenter at one of Dundee's shipyards.  The marriage ceremony took place at Elizabeth's parents house at 13 Chapel Place, Montrose.

John and Elizabeth had four children; Richard, Elizabeth, Edwin and Susannah before Elizabeth died on 12th February 1887 at the age 33.

Two years later on 7th June 1889 John married Margaret Lackie, a 27-year-old domestic servant.  John was 38 years old and he and his children were living at 42 Benfield Road, Dundee and John was still employed as a ship carpenter.

John and Margaret had ten children;  James, Aggie, Harry, John, Bella, Will, Frank, Meg, Charles and Joe.

John died on 3rd December 1905, three days after receiving internal injuries from an accident at the shipyard.  He was 55 years old and was a foreman shipwright at the time, living at 185 Princes St, Dundee.


1819 - 1894 Richard (William) Webb (Navy, coastguard, b.Walmer, Kent) 75 75 From marriage cert of son John :- Alive at 1889, Night watchman.
6 foot tall.
Age 74 when he died in 1894  > born 1819 or 1820.
Age 52 on the 1871 census > born 1818 or 1819.
Born in England according to the 1861 census records.
His name is mostly recorded as "Richard Webb" on the family records but is recorded as "William Webb" on his son Richard's birth record.
1817 - 1897 Susannah Rachel Aitken (b.Walmer, Kent) 80 80 Dainty build.
Received an annuity when the Admiral died.
Aged 80 when she died in 1897 >born 1816 or 1817.
Age 54 at the 1871 census > born 1816 or 1817.
Born in England according to the 1861 census records.
Her middle name is Rachel on her daughter's death record.

Email from Gillian Wiehl :-"On the Family Search website I found a John and Rachael Atkins (no other info other than names), with a daughter Susannah christened on 29 March 1817, Walmer, Kent.  On the 1901 british census online, if you search for Impet in 1841 they're all, without fail, in Kent.  This would go together with the letter about Susannah falling for Admiral Duncan in Dover.  So I think the families may have come from Kent but can't prove it absolutely."
1855 - 1920 Mary Jane Webb (jute weaver b. Cromarty) 65 65 Source = Letter dated 3 April 1951 from Lillian Sherett to her neice Lillian Webb
A most dreadful person according to her neice Lil.
1853 - 1887 Elizabeth Glen (flour mill worker, b. Montrose) 33 33 from marriage cert
22 yo Flour Mill worker when married
13 Chapel Place, Montrose
Agnes Moonie Denholm 1824 - 1884 John Glen (b. Kirriemuir) 60 60 (From Lil Webb letter to her neice Lilian Barnett, 1951.)
"My Great Grandfather Glen was a School Master at Montrose, he married Marion Morton who was a daughter of a man named Morton who fled to Ireland from Scotland, he was a tutor and school master and fell in love with Lady Sarah Quin, she eloped with the tutor, married and settled at Montrose and if any of you girls have a long straight back and walk from the hip thats where you got it from.  Marion Mortons son, John Glen used to ride from Craig near Montrose into Montrose on horseback at 96 sitting astride like a ramrod and did not hesitate to spank his grandchildren, my Mother and Aunts and Uncles."
1883 Susannah (Hannah) Webb 8 yo at 1891 census living with her father and stepmother at 11 Robertson Street.
18 yo at 1901 census.  Living with her father and stepmother at 8 Graham Place, Dundee.  =>Born 1882 or 1883.
Called Sue by her sister Lil.
Went to Johannesburg.
1890 - 1924 James Adie Webb 33 33 7 months old at 1891 census living at 11 Robertson Street.
10 yo at 1901 census living at 8 Graham Place.  
Record from his son Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
"James Webb married Annie Black. Children John (Jack), Robert (Bobbie). Annie died of influenza in November 1918 during the post-war infection. James died in an industrial accident at the Caledon Shipyard in March 1924."
1891 Agnes (Nan?) McGregor Sime Webb Photo of Bella Webb (left) and sister Agnes McMillan 1950.
9 yo at 1901 census living at 8 Graham Place.
No children
33 yo housekeeper living at 19 Victoria St at date of marriage in 1925.
See the letter from Lil Barnett.
Record from her nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
"Agnes Webb (Aggie) later called Nan was married twice, first to Sandy Smart who died in an industrial accident at the Caledon shipyard. Much later she married her next door neighbour in Broughty Ferry when he became a widower, George MacMillan whom she nursed until he died of cancer of the gallbladder."
1896 - 1987 Isabella (Bella) Lackie Webb 91 91 Photo of Bella Webb (left) and sister Agnes McMillan 1950.
4 yo at 1901 census living at 8 Graham Place.
Record from her nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
"Isabella Webb (Aunty Bella) never married. When her sisters got married and left home, she stayed to look after Uncle Harry and her orphan nephews Jack and Bobbie. She trained as a waitress and eventually managed the restaurant part of the Cafe Val D'Or. She also organised the catering for special events of the City Councillors. One of Jack's best friends became City Accountant and he referred to her as "Aunty Bella" and so she became known throughout the city."
1897 - 1965 William Aitken Webb 68 68 3 yo at 1901 census living at 8 Graham Place.
Record from his nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
"William (Will) Webb was the most unfortunate of the boys, When WW1 started he was 16 and he joined up with the Black Watch Regiment. He served throughout the war in the trenches of the Western Front and was in all the big battles in that area. He was wounded several times and was also gassed which left him with a weak chest for the rest of his life. He was a keen amateur footballer in the Dundee Junior League and when his team did not have a match he used to tie his boots round his neck and go looking for a match on a saturday afternoon. He was never seen anywhere without his flat cap. He married Mary Waddell who looked after him through thick and thin. She was a character and never spoke anything but with a broad Lochee accent. They had no children."
Occupation was Ship Platers Helper on his marriage record.
1876 - 1951 Richard William Webb 74 74 15? yo at 1891 census living with father and stepmother at 11 Robertson Street.  Packing Box Maker. 
Emigrated to USA 1922-23
1880 Elizabeth Lillian (Lil) Webb 11? yo at 1891 census living with father and stepmother at 11 Robertson Street.  born 1879 or 1880.  Born in England. 1881 Edwin John Webb 9 yo at 1891 census living with father and stepmother at 11 Robertson Street.    born 1881 or 1882.
Called Eddie by his sister Lillian.
Corporal in the H.L.I and served in the Boer War and probably in the First WW (letter from Bobby Webb to Bill & Isabel).

Email from Edwin Webb(b.1961) 2010 :-
I recently found a photograph with "Edwin Webb, 1952, The Bronx" written on the back, I believe this was my grandfather. My dad didn't speak much of his father, as he had left him and Joe with Granny in Dundee and went to the States around 1919/1920, the plan was for Granny and the kids to follow on, but they never did. I believe he re-married in the States, and I guess he had family there, but I know nothing of them at all. All I know of my grandfather is what I have read on his army discharge papers; he joined the army in 1899, and left in 1911. I have his Queens Boar war medal, and he was a corporal in the Highland Light Infantry. (I'll scan this and send you a copy) I guess he was on the reserve list when WW1 broke out, but I haven't been able to trace him from his old army number after 1911. I remember my dad saying he had a German spiked helmet as a child his dad had brought back from France, so he must have been there!
1904 - 1993 Mary (Lochee) McKay Waddell 89 89 No children Irene Webb Pharmacist Findley Swinton Prof of Physiology at Glasgow University Isabel Elizabeth John D. 1918 Annie Black Died of Influenza in November 1918 when son Robert was just six months old. 1914 - 2006 John (Jack) Webb 92 92 Wales
1918 - 2012 Robert (Bobby) Black Webb 94 94
My name is Robert Black Webb. I was born in Jarrow on Tyne but my aunt Bella said that Jarrow had a bad name as a source of Socialist militancy since the Jarrow Marchers in the 1920's. She said I should record my birth as South Shields where it was actually registered. In 1943 I married Doreen Hazel Dyer in Beirut, Lebanon. Doreen was a Q.A. (Army Nursing Sister) born in Aligarh, United Province (later Utar Pradesh) India. More of that later.
I have an older brother John (Jack) Webb, 4 years older than I am. Our mother (Annie Black) died of Influenza in November 1918 when I was just six months old. On 24th March 1924 our father James Adie Webb was killed in an accident at work. It was just before my 6th Birthday. Most of the male members of our family had been employed as shipwrights in the Caledon Shipyard in Dundee. In fact, our grandfather, John Webb was foreman of the shipyard when Scott's ship Discovery was built and launched. He was also killed in an accident in the shipyard and his second son Harry became the foreman. The foreman used to wear a blue serge suit with a bowler hat and a celluloid collar but no tie. Uncle Harry refused to 'dress up' for work and wore his boiler suit and cloth cap right to his retirement.
Our grandfather had married twice and I don't know much about his first family but he had at least five children by his first wife. By his second wife (Our grandmother) he had John, James, Agnes, Harry, Frank, Bella, Charles, Joseph, Margaret and William to give them their proper names. Only John was married, the rest lived at home in a large flat in Victoria Street, Dundee. This was on the first floor overlooking Crescent lane where the local Police Office was located. Our front bedroom window looked right down this lane and Jack and I and probably Uncle Chick and others had a front seat view of the goings-on on a Saturday night. On other warm summer evenings my aunts used to sit at the windows and comment on the passers-by most of whom were known to them. Favourable comments made a lasting impression on me. For instance, "He must be very clever, they say he has letters after his name" and "I would like to have a leaf out of his bank book. they say he earns a thousand a year'' .
I was the first in the family vho could claim to have "Letters after my name" but I had to go to Sudan before I could say that I earned more than a thousand a year. Now, that is not even a living salary but at that time only doctors, solicitors and bank managers earned anything like that.



MYLIFE

As I mentioned previously, Dad died in an accident at the shipyard. In those days, compensation was minimal and I believe Jack and I got about £500 between us, the interest to be paid each year to provide summer clothes and a holiday. The whole country was in deep depression. The jute mills which were the main industry in Dundee were closing due to cheap woven jute coming from Calcutta, the source of the raw material. Commerce was at a standstill and ships were not needed so the shipyard was on short time and eventually closed with only a maintenance staff employed. Since Uncle Harry was the Foreman, he was kept on to supervise the work until better times came along. My other Uncles were paid off and had to find other employment or live on the 'dole' of 10 shillings and six pence a week.

Aunty Aggie was a Domestic teacher in the Dundee Orphanage.  She was actually the cook but had to teach the girls in the kitchen and laundry and how to serve and wait at table. It was decided that Jack and I should be taken into the Orphanage to relieve the costs to the family. I suppose it was for the best as we had warm clothing, were well shod, well fed and a bed of our own to sleep in. At this time there were many of our school compatriots who went barefoot and didn't have a whole pair of trousers with which to go to school and were fed in the local soup kitchens. We were allowed home at weekends, those of us who had a horne to go to. The home was run mainly by contributions by the Rotarian Organisation and the Masonic Lodges of Dundee of which Uncle Harry was a Master. The staff were Mr & Mrs Leighton the Head Master and Matron, Miss Scrimoger, Asst. Matron, Miss Mac Donald, teacher and the children were taught up to the age of 9 years. After that they went to the local Intermediary school and then to the Secondary school or the Academy. I was there from 1924 to 34. Mr. Leighton was a member of the Young Liberal's Club where he played bridge and snooker with a friend, Mr. William Waddle who was Chief Radiographer at the Royal Infirmary. Mr. Waddle asked Mr. Leighton if he had a reliable lad who would be interested in taking up his profession and I was the lad recommended. Mr. Waddell had a reputation of being difficult but he was very kind to me and taught me a lot about manners, dealing with patients and he had a lot of basic wise sayings many of which I still remember. He never taught me anything about Radiography. I worked as Darkroom Boy to start with then the only assistant passed his exam-ination and found a job in London. I was given his place and another boy employed to work in the darkroom. Aunty Bella bought me a book, Practical Radiography and I -learned from that. Mr Waddell got me a book on Medical Photography from the Kodak rep. and one on Apparatus Construction. He had mellowed by the time I got to know him and he was a father figure to me. He arranged for me to take a course in Radiotherapy at Glasgow Western Infirmary where the Superintendent Radiographer was the daughter of our Senior Radiologist. He also got me a place for the last examination of students who had not done three years at a recognised School of Radiography and also arranged for a refresher course at Glasgow Western just before the final examination. This was held in the Kelvin Hall of Glasgow University. It is a huge hall and there were only three candidates so there we were in the centre of about an acre of room with the adjudicator. I passed alright but the Directors of the Dundee Royal Infirmary made me sign an agreement to work for them for Two Guinneas a week for two years.

On 20th April, 1939, my 21st birthday I was in hospital having my appendix removed. When WW2 broke out Jack and I went to join up. Jack was whisked away there and then but the Infirmary people must have got wind of my scheme. I recognised the clerk to the Medical Officer as a failed Medical Student who had earned his living as a salesman in Woolworth's. His pitch was to take quarter pound bags of sweets, put them in a larger paper bag and add a large block of chocolate and sell the lot for 6p. At this time, the cheapest sweets were 4p a quarter pound so it was a good deal. He took all my particulars down on a form which he took
to the medical officer. Then he came back and told me that Radiographers were in a protected profession up to the age of 28 and I should go home and wait for my call up. About six months later I went back and signed up for the Royal Navy, only to be sent home again but my papers went in. On my 22nd Birthday I received a letter from the Society of Radiographers to the effect that anyone joining the RAMC and volunteering for service overseas would be awarded the rank of Sergeant so I signed up. I had been at Goodwood House near Chichester for 2 months when I got a letter from the Navy with call up papers, a rail pass to Portsmouth Naval Hospital and a Postal Order for 2 shillings and six pence. The orderly office at my unit sorted that out. By September 1940, after Dunkirk my unit was posted overseas. I was called by the quartermaster and given the job of going to the Army Depot at Didcot and collecting all the equipment for a 1,000 bed hospital. I did this but never saw as much as a safety pin. I was given papers and told to take them to the Transport Officer at the Greenock Docks. I went to Glasgow and stayed at the YMCA and the equipment got itself somehow to the docks. Eventually I went aboard the SS Franconia and the rest of the hospital staff arrived. The senior NCOs were lucky. We had a cabin with four bunks with a washbasin and every four cabins had a separate toilet and shower. The Other Ranks and junior NCOs were in the bowels ofthe ship in 'Steerage'. Worst off was a regiment of Maoris who were in a converted swimming pool in which rows and rows of bunk beds had been installed. This was our home for seven weeks. I learned to play Bridge and read a lot once I had got over my seasickness. Everybody had a life belt and there was a game that was played. Some units had soft belts filled with kapok while others were made from hard cubes of cork. If anyone left a soft jacket unattended for a second he found a cork one in its place so he went looking for an unattended kapok jacket.

We went round the Cape so fast that the wash from the convoy must have flooded Singapore. We stopped for one day at Capetown and just my luck, I was Orderly Sergeant Major for that day. We also stopped for two days at Durban and a company of women in brown uniforms were on the dockside to greet us. What happened then? The men were formed up into their units and marched through the town to the beach where they sat fully dressed for the whole afternoon. Then we were marched back to the ship. We learned afterwards that a shipload of Aussies had landed the week before and caused havoc in the town. On the second day as usual I was again Orderly Sergeant Major. This entailed doing a round of inspection with the Orderly Officer, inspecting the kitchens and seeing that the men had their meals served on time, only there were no men be fed. I don't know what they did on that second day but my friends were not too pleased when they got back.
They had been caught up by an Afrikaans (Boer) family and taken to a Calvinist church meeting. I had to meet the ship's Captain and was introduced to Pink Gin. After that things became a bit hazy and I woke up next morning in our Lounge/Bar with a great big 45 Smith & Wesson revolver in my waistband.

On arrival in Egypt the equipment was off loaded onto the quay and I was given 10 men to look after it with only bamboo canes for protection. We were loaded onto open trucks which were shuttled around Ismailia for several days until our rations ran out then I set off with one of the men to find the Service Corps in charge of movements. I found an Egyptian signalman who spoke no English but put me in contact with someone in charge who promised to come to my rescue. I had my first taste of Egyptian coffee out of a telegraph insulator with the centre broken out. It was hot and sweet and tasted like nectar. After our rescue we were taken to an RASC unit and five men at a time were given food and a sort of bath . It took another two days before we were shuttled onto a siding at Fayid where our unit was encamped. Altogether we had been absent for about a week and nobody knew or cared where we were. I had to account for the absence of myself and the men and after it had been explained all I got was a "Well Done" from the quartermaster.

Our hospital was set up at the historic village of Tel el Kebir or the Big Lake, although it was a stony desert. This was the last battle against the Mameluks where the British wore red coats and the Artillery gained fame by charging down the enemy infantry, guns and all. Needless to say, the hutted hospital was not ready for us. There was a watcr supply but the generators had not been fitted up. To make myself useful I was sent on a temporary transfer to the regular Army hospital at Ismailia which is on the Bitter Lakes, halfway down the Suez Canal. In spite of a huge illuminated Red Cross we were bombed out by the Italians. The stick of small bombs started at the Sergeants' Mess and tore up the main road. The sleeping quarters were not touched and the Sergeant Major took advantage of the chaos to burn all the bar bills and other receipts. He said "It's an ill wind and all that". He was made up to Lieutenant Quartermaster when I next saw him.

Knowing something about electricity I was asked by our Q.M. to accompany him to the Returned Stores Depot (RSD) to collect some jars of hydrochloric acid to fill the batteries to start the generators. He took an empty truck with him and a lot of forms filled out with lists of unusable equipment and stores. These he handed over to the Q.M. at the RSD and a new supply of the same items were stacked up into the truck. In return the RSD man was invited to use the tennis courts at the hospital and the club bar which was for Officers and Nursing Sisters only. At the RSD I collected the stone jars of acid but three of them looked different. Back at the hospital we found that these three were full of full strength Navy Rum. The QM had one (for medicinal purposes), the Officers' Mess had another and the third went to the Sergeants' Mess. I hate the taste of rum but it went down well with the others.

The nursing Sisters at that time were either Regular Q.A.I.M.N.S. (Queen Alexandra's Imperial Military Nursing Service) or were Territorial QA Reserves. Not one was under 35 years old and most were over 40. After two years we got an intake of new Sisters on temporary duty. Amongst them were two nurses, Doris Warin and Doreen Dyer. I had a friend, Wilf Bustin who was chief clerk at the hospital and was helpful to the nurses in sorting out their problems. He made a date with Doreen to spend a day in Cairo and asked me along to look after Doris and that is how it all started. At the Cairo Zoo Wilf got too near the snakes when they were being fed live mice and Doris said how snakes were a phobia to her. At tea a Gulli-Gulli man, a sort of street conjurer, came to our table and did his tricks with cards and live day-old chicks and as a 'piece de resistance' withdrew a snake from under Doris's cape. I thought she was going to die and only a stiff brandy revived her. Doreen and Doris were posted to the 9th General Hospital in the Heliopolis Hotel just outside Cairo. Wilf and I went there on several occasions and stayed with a Sergeant Lab Technician we knew. Eventually their own unit was formed and took over two hospitals in Jerusalem Town. One had been the German Hospital and the other was the Italian Hospital. The Sisters' Mess was next to the Italian Hospital and was called Abyssinia House and had been the Ethiopian Embassy before Italy took over Ethiopia. At the same time T was working hard in the X-Ray Department of our hospital and got a bad blood count for several weeks so that T was given sick leave and naturally opted to spend it in Jerusalem.

My first port of call was to see Doreen and explain how I felt about her. She admitted that she felt the same but had not shown it so as not to hurt Doris. We told Doris and she said she was too old for me in any case and the Sergeant Major of their unit was showing an interest in her. To cut a long story short, my Radiologist at Tel el Kebir was working his passage home with a bad skin condition and asked if he could do anything for me. There was a plan to start a clinic in Jerusalem for Radiotherapy in the hospital on Mount Scopus in what had been the Palace of Kaiser Willhelm and his queen Victoria Augusta. The Radiologist and Radiographer there had no qualifications for this work so my Radiologist proposed me for the posting and I got it. Doreen and I had about 18 months in Jerusalem but her hospital was in the town and mine was in the hills about two miles outside town and the last bus was at 10.30 pm and not at all on Friday (Moslems) and Saturday (Jews). I had plenty of exercise and I still had my illegal revolver against wild dogs and hyenas. One Christmas when we were there it actually snowed and our hospital was cut off.. On one of my nights as Orderly Sergeant Major I was doing my rounds dressed in greatcoat, waterproof 'Poncho' and steel helmet when I walked off the end of a veranda into about six feet of snow. Only my pride was hurt. This ideal situation came to an end when Doreen and I became engaged and had to ask permission to get married. Doreen was posted to a hospital in Sidon, in Lebanon, just north of the border with Palestine. Doris was allowed to go with her. I used to take an express bus to Haifa and stay with friends in the army hospital there. Doreen came from Sidon and took a B&B with some Jewish friends she had known in Jerusalem.

The original hospital to which Doreen and Doris had been attached moved to Beirut and the Sergeant Major helped us to arrange our wedding at the tented church in the transit camp and had the reception in his Sergeants' Mess. A wedding at that time was an unusual occasion and the clergy vied for a place at the ceremony. Eventually we had the hospital padre, his Bishop and the Anglican Bishop of Lebanon. Also attending were three Hospital Colonels and three Matrons. Doreen's Matron at Sidon was a real sweetie and was very helpful to us. We spent our Honeymoon at a small Jewish seaside resort called Naharia which is near Acre in northern Palestine. On a visit to the Crusader Fort of Acre we got very badly sun burned I remember and I never went sun bathing again.

The Christmas after we were married there was talk of a repatriation scheme and Doreen was afraid that she would be left in the Middle East when I was repatriated. She wanted to start a family before she was much older and I agreed. I went to stay with the local Transport Officer who was married to one of the Sisters.
At the house in Sidon we had a room which had only one single metal folding hospital bed. It was no surprise that Mum conceived, much to her delight. Her hospital was in a beautiful spot on the side of the hills behind the village. The area was covered with wild flowers and citrus fruit groves, oranges, grapefruits and limes.
In one of the groves we had to pass there was a tree with all three growing together. When Mum reported her pregnancy she was posted to Alexandria to await transport home. By coincidence her whole unit was moved to Agamy point which was about 15 miles west of Alexandria and I got a compassionate posting to that
unit. Mum was not best pleased about this because Doris was still with the unit which meant that we would still be together while she was going home. She need not have worried, Doris and I were the best friends she ever had. The next railway station to the west was EI Alemain which you may have heard about.

Ours was the first general hospital behind the lines and we had a busy time. When Mum got a place on a ship I went with her to Ismalia and found she was going home on the SS Franconia, the same ship I had come out on. I met up with the same Medical Officer who had been on the ship for four years and he smuggled me aboard for a last night with Mum. I got ashore on the pilot's launch next morning. Hazel was born the September after our crowded Christmas. By the following Christmas my name was due to come up for repatriation and I was sent back to my original unit at Tel el Kebir. From there we were embarked at Port Said and sailed through the Mediterranean with one stop at Naples which was in Allied hands. The ship was a smaller version of Franconia but had been refitted to take more troops. Going back we had US. soldiers on board so there was no alcohol. Instead we had a daily ration of Coke and candy bars which I kept for Hazel. Sweets were rationed at home. We also had a ration of Players Cigarettes, 100 per week and I saved them for Doris's sister.

Mum went to stay with Doris's family in Stockton-on-Tees and went there for my embarkation leave. The sister Eileen had three boys, Tony, David and Chris whose names always went together. As Hazel was not yet six months old, they had the majority of the candy bars. We disembarked at Liverpool and I can't remember how we got to the RAMC Depot in Fleet, Surrey. I think I sat in the corridor of a crowded train for hours and hours. On the ship, all the cabins had been removed and replaced with rows and rows of bunks, three tiers high. I had a bottom bunk and above me, at the top there was an ex-pilot from the RAF. He had been held by the Russians who thought he must be a spy because his story was very unlikely. He had been on a bomber run which flew over Europe and was supposed to land in Russia to refuel and stock up more bombs and make another run on the way home. His plane was shot down on the return flight and his parachute burned in the flames of his cockpit. He bailed out and landed through fir trees which may have broken his flight (as well as his legs) into a very deep drift of snow. He was found by Russian peasants who brought up the police and an ambulance. He survived but had terrible nightmares and I would be awakened in the night by his shouting and landing with a thump just by my bunk. His story was told on TV just recently.

Mum and Hazel and I went to stay with Uncle Stanley and Aunty Edna and their four children, Alwyn, Mary, Gerald and Sally(Valerie) at a big house in Brondsbury Park, London. I was at the School of Radiography run by the Medical Corps at Millbank on the Thames. We were still there when Peace in Europe was declared.
It was early one Sunday morning in May when Edna came screaming into our room with the newspapers.

Stan was not at home very much. He was an equipments Officer in the RAP and preferred to stay on station. He had only one leg, having lost the other one to bone cancer but if anyone took it for granted that he lost it
while flying, he would not enlighten them. He had lots of girlfriends. At this time I had a Mass Miniature Radiography Unit which consisted of a large special van which had a full size X-ray unit in the back. This had to be removed manually and the unit set up in a house or more likely a barrack room. The back of the van then became a darkroom. We also had a smaller truck for the personnel which towed a petrol generator and fuel in 'Gerrycans'. When the war in the pacific ended my unit was set up on the common in Southampton where the Ex-POWs from Burma and Singapore were brought ashore. They had put on some weight on their trip home but were still in poor condition. One of them greeted me by name and I recognised a school friend, James Dignan from Gelatley Street, Dundee. He asked me if the town was alright and I forgot to tell him that the large cinema at the other end of his street had been burned down (but not due to enemy action).

When I was demobbed, we took over a very poor flat owned by Stan & Edna. It was all they had available and we were lucky to have it, the way things were in London at that time.We had the top two floors of a Victorian terraced house and shared the bathroom with the tenants of the flat below. The water was heated by an old gas geyser which worked from a meter which took old pennies. Outside the kitchen window there was a balcony which was actually the top of the bathroom. On this we had stored about eight cans of Petrol which I had 'liberated' from my MMR unit but that is another story.

We had hardly moved into our small flat in Kilburn when Mum's youngest brother Maurice was invalided out of the RAP. He came to live with us and took a job with brother Stanley. This did not last long and Stan expected Maurice to supervise window cleaning and chimney sweeping. Maurice had been educated at a public school, St. John's, Leatherhead and it was too much for Mum to have to work as a window cleaner and chimney sweep. She fell out with Stan and went to the oldest brother Sydney who was the vicar of the Church at Redhill. Syd got him a job with Lloyd's Bank. Maurice had an original MG Midget which he bought for £100. Petrol was tightly rationed but I had a surplus at my MMR unit. We had to run our generator every day to keep the batteries charged and got an extra ration for that. One weekend Mum persuaded me to drive with Maurice to my unit at Billingshurst in Sussex to 'pick up' some tins of this excess petrol but on the way
we ran out of petrol due to a defective gauge. We were stuck in the middle of the village of Capel about a mile away from Billingshurst. I phoned the unit from a box in the village and this huge truck came along and unloaded eight 8 gallon cans of petrol into this MG Midget. We filled up from another can and took off for home without anyone taking any notice. To Maurice's chagrin, Doreen only gave him half of the petrol. The rest was stored on top of the bathroom roof.

I was working in Harley Street with my wartime Radiologist from Tel el Kebir with an extra job as part-time radiographer to the London Zoo. Mum became very ill with appendicitis and was also pregnant with Iain. It was another Christmas when she was taken into hospital at Central Middlesex. The surgeon told Mum he could not operate and save the baby so she discharged herself and I had to take her home. Within a couple of hours she was back again. Her appendix had ruptured and she had to have the operation. Fortunately the surgeon was able to save the baby. However, Mum had a severe kidney infection and our GP told me that I had to find a decent ground floor flat or a house for our family. I found an advert in RADIOGRAPHY the professional magazine, for a job in Gravesend Kent which had a house attached. I applied for the job and got an interview. Mum wanted to see the house before I accepted the job and persuaded Maurice to 'borrow'
Stan's Morris Eight saloon to take us there. We had two year old Hazel with us. It was the worst Winter in living memory, 1947 and we came to a steep hill, Gallows Hill near Swanscombe as I remember. The road was like a sheet of ice with snow banked up both sides. The car went down sideways and one of the back wheels tore free from the hub bolts. I called out a garage and left poor Maurice with the car while I took Mum and Hazel home by Green Line bus (which we should have used in the first place). To my everlasting regret I left Maurice to face the music with Stan but Mum would not allow me to do otherwise. I eventually got the job and we moved into the house. As luck would have it, the Director of the hospital had been the Radiographer during WWl who had gone over to administration. He took a liking to Mum and was very helpful to us. He allowed me Tuesday afternoons off to go to a Fellowship Course with Ilford Photographic Company in London. The chap I sat the examination with in Kelvin Hall had just started working with them and we recognised each other straight away. He had also been a Sergeant in the RAMC but our paths had never crossed. This was 1948 and in May 1949 I was accepted as a Fellow of the Society of Radiographers.
Mr. Chapman, the director was sad as he knew I would be looking for one of the top jobs after that. In fact, the top salary for a Radiographer was then £750 per annum with emergency call-out as extra. Mum and I didn't think this was enough so I suggested answering an advertisement in the Daily Telegraph for the job of Controller of Radiography in Khartoum Sudan. The salary was £1,250 per annum with allowances, no income tax and subsidised housing. I got the job and during the one month notice to the Gravesend Hospital we bought the bungalow at 14, Milroy Avenue, Northfleet. We got a bargain because it had belonged to an old
man who had let it run down and needed a lot of repair and redecorating. I don't know how we managed it but we arranged a mortgage and I sold our car and used up my accumulated Demob pay and moved in just in time. I must remember to record that in the meantime Iain had been born and the reason we had a car was that on our first holiday on the south Kent Coast, Iain was violently sick all over the bus much to Mum's dismay. We bought an old Humber 12 and the Co-op bread delivery man taught me to drive. I scraped through my driving test first time. By this time Beryl and Uncle Charles had come back from India. An aunt of Charles' conveniently died and left him a large Victorian house full of furniture in Addiscombe Road, Croydon. We had many adventures driving up there to visit them but when we stayed with them, their attic rooms were running with mice. When we lived in Kilburn Beryl had sent her eldest son Gerald to stay with us and start his education. Mum discovered that he was a Diabetic and would not be accepted at the Public School so we looked after him until Beryl came home with the younger son Peter. We all lived in this small flat, Mum, Hazel, Myself, Maurice and Beryl and her boys. When Charles came home, Stan found them a decent house
and we went to Gravesend. After Iain was born, Mum was often ill and it was discovered that she had inherited hyperthyroidism from which her mother had died. She was admitted to Guy's Hospital where she had about 9 tenths of her Thyroid gland removed and for a time it was touch and go whether she would survive.

Hazel was at school and Iain was at a nursery school which he hated. I had to wheel him there on his tricycle and outside the gate, the matron would grab him and whisk him inside. He hated having his hair cut so the barber used the same tactics until he won a lot of money on the football pools and set up a black & white TV. set in his shop. After that he could not get rid ofIain. We also had to buy a small second hand TV set to keep him at home. Mum never really recovered from this set back. It affected her heart and she had to take various medicines for the rest of her life but she never let if get her down and she had a very active life abroad in nursing and social activities. The thyroid problem accounted for her mood swings and she could be very difficult as the immediate family will remember. They will also remember that she was a wonderful organiser and could cook and sew and run wards and hospitals better than most.


In 1950 I flew out to Khartoum and after three months I was able to rent a house from a Sudan Airways pilot who was going home on leave. Doreen and the children joined me. I was organising the purchase of a car through the Sudan Government but before mine arrived I was asked to take possession of the car of a friend who was going abroad and didn't want to miss his turn. I met the family at the old airport, several wartime tin sheds and a control tower. My senior assistant Ahmed Osman also came to meet them with his Fiat Topolino. Iain instantly took to Ahmed and his Topolino. The roof was open and Iain who was 2 1/2 at the time stood on the front seat with his head out of the sun roof. The sun had gone down then so it was quite cool but when we got to the house he was very quiet. He had seen the Sudanese ladies wrapped in their white shawls from head to foot and asked me why there were so many ghosts in Khartoum. The very next morning Iain came rushing into the house saying that he had seen a Kangaroo in the garage. I told him there were no Kangaroos
in Africa so he said "Well it must be a crocodile". I went out to see what he had found and saw a Ghekko wall lizard scuttling about after flies and mosquitoes. Hazel acquired a kitten from somewhere and this kitten caught a mouse which it proceeded to eat. Iain told Mum it had lovely meat inside.

Before going to Sudan I was told that I could buy various goods in UK free of purchase tax and have them transported to Khartoum free of charge. Mum and I went to Gamages in Holborn and ordered a radiogram with special short wave reception, a very large refrigerator and various other items. At the toy display Iain fancied a fire engine built like a Jeep with a bell and a pair of ladders fitted to its side. We ordered that but then Iain spotted a yellow pedal tractor and clung to it like glue. We could not separate him from it and gave up the struggle. We had to carry him and the tractor into a taxi, all the way to Liverpool Street station and onto the train for Gravesend. I pushed him on it all the way home to Northfleet. The Jeep and the tractor came with us to Khartoum along with his original blue tricycle. I don't remember what Hazel got out of this but she was long suffering with Iain which was just as well.

There was a shortage of Nursing Sisters in Khartoum and Mum was approached by the Principal Matron soon after arrival. I must have told someone that Mum had been in the QA during the war. She was soon in charge of the Private block of the Civil Hospital, a private wing on three floors with Males on the first floor and Females on the second floor. On the ground floor there was an examination suite, a small operating theatre, offices and the kitchens and store rooms. It was for Government officials and families and the rich European merchants and some influential Sudanese politicians and religious leaders. She soon became very well known and we had invitations from very important people.

Our fIrst house was on a new estate which had been built on black cotton soil near the river. The houses should have been built on concrete rafts but instead were built on hollow foundations as they are in UK. When cotton soil gets wet it expands in all directions. During the first month of the wet season we found that the doors were catching on the floor. Carpenters came along and sliced a wedge off the bottom. This was repeated until over a period we had quite a hill in the centre of each room and doors with large wedges out of them when closed.

We had neighbours there called Justice. They had a son who kept pinching Iain's toys. On the only occasion when we had an invitation to dinner at the palace I could not find Iain's tricycle and had to call the police. Mum phoned our apologies to her friends at the palace and much later the police found the tricycle hidden in the outside toilet of the Justice house. This fellow ended up in Khartoum Jail, not for the tricycle but he had a contract to build a new road out to the western province capitals. He was given a budget to buy road making equipment and to employ workers to do the work. He disappeared into the blue with some equipment and some men. After a time it was discovered that no progress had been made beyond the original limits of the existing road. He had bought second hand building machinery and was drawing salaries for workers who did not exist. He may have got away with it for longer if he had not frequented the local night clubs when he was supposed to be in EI Obeid. The Government never did get their money back as I think he had most of it stashed away in numbered accounts.

We had only been in Khartoum for a short time when Maurice decided to join Barclays DCO and came to join us. The bank was very pleased to find someone willing to work in Sudan. Although the bank had a bachelor house in Khartoum nobody made curries like his sister so he came to live with us. He was keen on hunting and shooting. I had two guns so I used to take Iain on a Friday morning very early and go over the Nile to Omdurman and up river to an area where the sand grouse collected after feeding to swallow grit, necessary for their digestion. About first light they would fly over the river into shooting range and it was only allowed to shoot them on the wing. They were small birds and very fast so it was not an easy shot. There were two periods of flight with an interval between. We filled this in by having breakfast and I had a pump action .22 rifle with which we shot at targets. We lined up 10 used cartridge cases and loaded 10 shells into the rifle. We had with us an officer in the Sudan Defence Force who had been on the plane with me on my way out. He shot 9 out of the ten then loaded the gun and invited Iain to have a try. Without hesitation Iain popped off and hit all ten of them and was elected honorary member of the SDF. Unfortunately he always called it FDF for some reason. Another time I collected a 9mm sporting rifle to take down to one of my friends when I was going on an official trip to Equitoria Province. I collected the rifle and took it home. It was on the settee when Iain came home from school and like a flash he picked it up and before I knew what was happening he was off down the street waving this thing round his head. I had to go flying after him in case he came across some Sudanese who would have relieved him of the rifle and disappeared into the blue. They loved firearms of any kind and Ahmed used to borrow my 12 bore shotgun and some cartridges to take to weddings to fire off celebratory shots during the occasion. When you see them firing off their rifles on TV, I wonder where the bullets go to as 'what goes up has to come down'.

Some fellows used to go over to Khartoum North across the Blue Nile and shoot gazelle but I could not bring myself to shoot animals which, in Khartoum Zoo used to pinch Peanuts out of the hands of our children as you may have seen on our video. Our first house was in an area called El Mogren (meaning The Meeting Place) near the confluence of the Blue and White Niles. Unfortunately this was not a popular place due to minute midge-like flying insects which came off the river in their millions and invaded houses attracted by the lights. Some people had an allergy to them and we used all our influence to get rehoused nearer the centre of town. We knew the chap who allocated housing as sooner or later everybody came for treatment to the Civil Hospital and met either Mum or myself. At this time Scotch whisky was rationed but quite liberally and only for European Officials. This chap was one of the old boys and had a penchant for Scotch so I slipped him an occasional bottle and got one of the older houses off the main road to Khartoum North along which the trams used to pass. It was a lovely mud bricked house with walls about two feet thick, a large covered veranda and a tiled 'mustaba' built out into the front garden. It had three bedrooms with a bathroom to each, a huge dining room cum sitting room and storerooms and kitchen at the back. There was a sleeping area on the roof and in the dry season we all slept out under the stars. At the end of the dry season when it was very hot we were liable to get sandstorms called Haboobs. This often happened at night and at the start this solid wall of sand would drift over in the wind and cover everything. The first time this happened we woke up and looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was like the children in the chimney sweep scene in Mary Poppins. Our faces were covered in brown powdered sand and there was a white patch where our head had been.
In later Haboobs this wall of sand was followed by a thunderstorm and pouring rain. Wherever you were or whatever you were doing, once this sand was spotted in the distance everybody raced for home and closed down all the doors, windows and shutters. We were once caught asleep on the veranda and in the confusion my bed collapsed under me much to the general amusement but I was not amused.

We were in this house when the twins were born. When Mum became pregnant I took some X-rays of her and to our astonishment there were the twins. You would think it would come as a shock but Mum and I could not stop laughing. She phoned everybody with the news and we had an impromptu party. Iain and Hazel joined in without quite knowing what all the fuss was about. Again it was just before Christmas and we had plucked up the courage to have our pet turkey killed. After giving instructions to the cook we went out to the cinema and when we came back there was 'Jonathan' trussed up on top of the fridge. The cook next door was also upset as he had female turkeys and used to borrow Jonathan to fertilise them. He used to grin broadly at Mum and say "Today he can habit". Mum, Iain and Hazel went home early that year and I was left eating turkey till it came out of my ears. This coincided with the Coronation of Elizabeth II and Mum bought a new TV for the occasion. Our original TV was very small and we had an oil filled lens to magnify the picture. I don't know how it happened but each time we came home on leave we would just get into the house when there would be a knock on the door and all the kids friends would be there to greet them. Ours was the most popular garden in the street because it was uncultivated and had a huge cherry tree with a swing on it and we had one of the few TV sets around. Iain and his friend Trevor almost bust our settee riding on the arms when the cowboy films were on.

I missed the Queens Coronation but I was home in time for the birth of Evey and Rosie. Iain wanted boys so that they could be Cowboys and he could be the Sheriff. When Mum told them they were girls his comment was "Oh well they can be Indians". For this leave I had bought an ex-police car, a Wolsley 2 litre with a body so long that we could get a carry cot between the seats at the back. Aunty Bella had rented a cottage for us in a village I knew near Dundee. She had never seen it but we packed up the car with the kids and luggage and set off. The twins were just weeks old at the time and we stopped off to show them to Doris and her family.
When we reached our cottage we were aghast. It was a broken down shack with one primus stove for cooking and the water supply was a trickle from a spring about 100 yards down the lane. Early next morning we went in to Dundee to see Aunty Bella and to tell her about the conditions. She was in a fighting mood and confronted this woman who was so scared that she gave Aunty Bella the money and was glad to get rid of us. After that we went to a newsagent who was advertising a house in Carnoustie which is on the river front about 10 miles down river from Dundee. This was a modem house except that they had flock mattresses which
were common in Scotland but tended to be lumpy for a princess like Mum.

At six weeks we took the twins out to Khartoum. We were allowed two carrycots and some hand luggage for the twins but no other luggage so Mum filled the carrycots with all their stuff until they were just floating on top. On the plane the hostesses packed everything into one carrycot and Evey and Rosey slept in the other one
head to toe. In Khartoum I had met one of the nursing sisters who had been with me in the hospital in Jerusalem. She had been recruited to the Sudan nursing service just after the war and had met up with the Director of the Legal Office. She was quite old then and he was just about retirement age. They got married
and low and behold had twin girls not long afterwards. It must be something in the water. Anyhow she had the only twin pram in the country and sold it to us very cheaply. I painted it a mellow green with a gold coach stripe and we had a new double hood and sunshade fitted. Mum employed a young Ethiopian girl as nurse maid. They were Christian girls called Camereras and did not object to doing what was necessary for babies. Mum worked part time at the hospital until the twins were old enough to go to nursery school. By that time Iain and Hazel were at boarding school or were staying with Beryl and Charles . Iain went to the school where Peter was a teacher and Hazel went to the Croydon Technical College and did Business Studies including typing and shorthand. I should mention the car we had in Khartoum. It was a 1950 Morris Oxford. It had a bulbous shape and was not very popular as it was a bit sluggish. It suited us very well as there were no roads out of the circuit of Khartoum, Khartoum North (across the Blue Nile) and Omdurman (across the confluence
of the White and Blue Niles). I had a student who had a friend who was a car mechanic and part time taxi driver. This chap taught Mum to drive, the only car Mum was ever able to drive. At our house in Mogren there was a short-cut for donkey men from Omdurman to Khartoum Market. These poor donkeys were laden down with clover bundles of fodder on either side and Mum used to collar them and send for the Vet Inspector. She became so well known that the donkey men went the long way round to avoid Mum. The first time she backed out of our front gate, what did she do but back into a laden donkey. No damage was done to the donkey and the driver soon scuttled off but Mum scraped the paint off a back wing·and never lived it down. From the house in town I used to take the kids to the Sudan Club swimming pool in the afternoons when Mum was working but once Mum was driving I was stranded. Maurice had a modern version
of the Fiat Topolino and left it with me when he went home on leave so I had a car to take the kids swimming. Mum needed the car because when I had to collect her at 8 pm it was nearer 9.30 pm when she finally got away and someone had to organise the dinner and feed the kids bathe them and put them to bed. When Maurice took his car back I looked round for a small cheap runabout and came across an open Morris Eight which needed a lot of work doing to it. I got our taxi driver / mechanic to rebore the engine and fit oversize pistons while I sawed up some packing cases and made a new floor. Originally it was like Fred Flintstone's jalopy and the driver could stop the car by dragging his foot along the ground. I scraped down the body-work and hand painted the body a bright red and the wings black. To start off with I used to leave a trail of blue smoke behind me but as the new pistons ground in, it got better. We had a lot of fun with that car and when we left, I got a lot of money back on it. There were no more cars being imported into Sudan and for the Oxford I got what I paid for it eight years previously. The cost of this car was being paid back in instalments on an interest free Government loan which was actually cancelled out by a monthly allowance for official use. I bought Fred Flintstone for £50 and the Oxford new was £600. Another tale about Maurice's Fiat, Iain used to love standing on the seat with his body out of the sun roof and salute all the policemen and soldiers along the way. My SDF friend told me that it wasn't Iain Webb who was taking the salute, it was actually General Montgomery.

There was an occasion when Sudan became independent that General Naguib, then President of Egypt, came on an official visit. During the Condominium when Britain and Egypt ruled Sudan jointly the Egyptians were not very popular. The Mahdi's followers held a demonstration against Naguib which turned into a riot.
On my way home from shopping my car was rocked by one mob but they were laughing and cheerful. Mum and I were called to the hospital as there were a lot of casualties. The press of rioters and police had caused some of the onlookers to be toppled over the parapets into the Nile which was running very low at the time. There were gunshot wounds and wounds from staves wielded by the police and some rioters. The rioters also had Omdurman swords with them although it had started as a peaceful demonstration. Hazel went along to help Mum who was in the theatre. Mum hated theatre work and I don't know why she took Hazel but
the poor girl passed out at the first sight of blood and was taken home. The Dental Technician from the hospital got himself marooned at the Sudan Club and spent the time getting very drunk. His wife phoned me to rescue him as he was unable to drive so I walked down to the club and got him into his open Morris Minor
and drove him home without seeing anything of the mob. This second house we had near the town was just round the comer from the house of Mohammed EI Mahdi who was the son of the Mahdi who had killed Gordon when he broke into Khartoum and took it over. Every Friday his followers gathered outside his house and had a chant which Iain copied and dressed only in loin cloth with a stick Iain would join in, encouraged by the followers. I can't remember much about Hazel during these times. She was more with Mum and being older she had school friends some of which she met up with again when we went to India. She was very helpful with the twins and always took care of them. For some reason Mum didn't like me having too much to do with Hazel but Iain was always a handful.

We had to move from our second house because the woodwork was being eaten away by termites. In fact our bathroom door collapsed and it was found that the door posts were only being held up by the many coats of paint which had accumulated over the years. It was in this house that the twins started to get into the action. We had a playpen which had no floor so they would get together and push it in the direction they wanted to go. This was usually toward the dining table where they would pull on the cloth and everything would fall onto the floor. The floors were very highly polished and before they could walk or even crawl they would lie on a folded nappy and push themselves over the tiles like tadpoles. The children in Sudan learned to swim within months of being born and Evey And Rosie were no exceptions. Rosie was first but Evey soon got the hang of it after jumping into the pool with her rubber ring and going right through the centre. The father of one of our nurses used to go under the water with Hazel standing on his shoulders like a dolphin and push up until Hazel was thrown into the air with a shriek of delight.

We next moved to a very modern house just a few yards up a sandy side street which was near to the houses where Greek families used to live. It was also near to one of the less popular night clubs but not so near as to be annoying. What was pleasant was to hear the local Greek boys singing in harmony and playing their guitars.

We had a neighbour there who was with telecommunications. His name was Donaghue so naturally he was called Steve. He had a son who was keen on the twins. His name was David and he had a chant which he called when he wanted them to come over to his house to play. On Sundays he loved to call on them to take them to Sunday School. In this garden there was a lovely mango tree which had loads of fruit in the season. Hazel and Iain would climb into the tree and gorge on the fruit while Evey and Rosie jumped up and down below begging to have some dropped down to them. Hazel is still affected from the time she fell out of the tree onto her head and damaged her neck. It was here also that we used to have street vendors call with their distinctive calls. There was a seller of peanuts whose call was "Cheena Badum" (Chinese nuts) and a man on a bicycle who sold live yoghurt in bowls out of a suitcase. His call was "Yahoot" or something like that. Then there was a man who sharpened knives and scissors whose call I cannot describe but it sounded like "Areeohlay" .

It was at this time that we had our :first taste of an Army Coup. A group of young Sudanese officers tried to organise a revolution against the new President but they had little support. There was a lot of shooting and the usual rush on the hospital. Our neighbour Steve Donaghue came over to ask me what was the latest news. Imagine my surprise when on the next BBC World Service News there was an item from the correspondent in Sudan that on good authority .... followed almost word for word what I had told Steve. He later admitted that he was moonlighting as BBC Special Correspondent.

Before we got our own car, Mum and I rode bicycles. I had a back seat fitted to one of them and Mum rode that with Iain in the seat. My cycle had no seat so Hazel had to sit on the crossbar which from previous experience I know can be quite uncomfortable. We went everywhere with them, shopping in the Suk for meat and vegetables on Fridays which was our day off. Everybody knew Mum and she had her special favourites. There was one poor fellow who had Acromegaly (Giantism), He was about seven feet tall with large hands and feet but talk about a gentle giant. He was wonderful with the children and gave them all a banana every time they met. We called him "Akri" for short. Then there was a woman who sold eggs who had the most radiant smile from a mouthful of gold teeth. Mum loved bargaining from her time in India and was always at home in the local "suk" (market). She was "Madam Dory" To them all. She was given charge of the female section of the native hospital called the "Shaab" and became even better known amongst the native women. She had one patient loved Evey & Rosie who often went to visit her. Her name was Nur el Shamah el Sheikh or Light of the Candle and her father's name was Sheikh. The twins called her Nora Shimmy Shake. Like many native women she was suffering from burns as the result of an exploding PRIMUS Paraffin stove. This should be primed with methylated alcohol but the Sudanese used petrol which was cheaper. It was common when walking through the native quarter to dodge a flaming Primus stove being thrown through a kitchen window.
Going back to the cycling times, there was a statue of General Gordon on his camel in the centre of a garden, in front of the main Post Office. Every time we went round it Hazel would shout out,"That's Gordon" and Iain would reply, "He's dead". All the Children loved posting letters in the box which was approached up a two way set of steps. The twins inherited this job as soon as they were able to reach the box.

Every year the Anglican Cathedral held a Fancy Dress Party for the children and although there were no prizes, there was great competition as to who came up with the best ideas. Hazel was a fairy princess, a lady in Welsh National costume and Iain was Horatio Hornblower, a Pirate and a Crusader Knight with Helmet, Shield and sword etc. At short notice one year when the twins were old enough to take part, the only thing I could come up with was Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. There was also a conjurer, Camel rides and a decorated float drawn by donkeys. The most popular Night Club was the Britannia run by two Rumanian Jews who got stuck in Khartoum during the war They had been a "knock-about" clown act and they put this on at the Party for the kids.

At Christmas the Sudan Club put on a pantomime. The participants were always the same although the act had a different theme every year. One of the favourite characters was the "Dame" played by Jake Seamear, a District Commissioner for Khartoum. His great scene was to have a very long necklace of large beads which he swung round and round his neck. The same conjurer did his act. He was from Post & Telegraphs and was very good but it was unfortunate that he had no "patter" or charisma.

Khartoum was full of characters and going back to my first weeks, I stayed at the Sudan Club until I got the sub-let to get the family out. One morning at breakfast the dining room was quite full and I had to share a table with an elderly purple faced gentleman.  He was reading an airmail edition of the Times propped up against the breakfast cereal so I asked him if I might have the box.  He grew even more purple and told me to call the suffragi to get another box.  He said "I've been reading my Times propped up against this box of Force for the past 20 years and I'm not being thwarted by some 'Johnny-come-lately' Scotchman".  Game, set and match. By the way, in Sudan all breakfast cereals were called Force as all toothpaste was Kolynos, brands which have now probably disappeared.  The barman was the chief Suffragi and he had only one eye so he was naturally called Nelson.

In Khartoum we loved the open air cinemas. After the show the kids had some peculiar eating habits. The local bakers worked late into the night making a sort of naan flat bread. Near them there were men who worked over a Primus stove with a metal dish that looked like a motor car hub cap full of hot cooking oil. They were cooking Taamias, a mixture of mashed chick peas, some sort of beans, and garlic rolled in sesame seeds. They were moulded to about the size of half a golf ball and deep fried. In Turkey they have another name for them. We tore the Naan loaves into two while still hot and stuffed the taamias into each half. They were lovely and nobody got sick. The Greek grocers made a sort of sun dried 'jerked' meat like that which is popular in South Africa. It smelled awful. The kids called it ' Stinky-Stonkey Meat' and they loved it. In the same shop they made sliced carrots, heads of cauliflower and capsicum peppers pickled in wine vinegar and home made crystallized fruit, orange, lime, grapefruit ,cherries and other local fruits. All this was contained in large jars and served out in newspaper cones. And yet we survived. The twins had a close call. Mum had potassium tablets which looked like Smarties which were on a high shelf. Evey knocked them down with a broom handle and swallowed quite a number. Mum just caught her in time when Rosie staggered out of the kitchen with a bottle of paraffin from the cooking stove. She had swallowed a couple of gulps when Mum called me. We called the Station Surgeon and Mum gave the girls an emetic to make them vomit. Fortunately they soon got over it.

Another scare they gave us was when each of the children, one after the other caught a bug which gave them a high temperature and made them hallucinate. The girls were seeing fairies and angels and lovely things but Iain saw creepie-crawlies going up and down the wall. Evey went over to him to commiserate with him but he stared at her and shouted, "Take it away, it's horrible" and poor Evey burst into tears.

After lunch I used to sit in a favourite chair and listen to the 1 O'clock BBC News. One day Iain came in from playing and leaned on my knee and with a thoughtful expression asked me "What did you do with your tank after the war?"  He was disappointed when I told him I had to give it back.

Another source of amusement was the system for disposing of produce from the toilets. We had what was known as a "thunder Box" which contained a large metal bucket in a wooden box with a hole in the top and a lid over the hole. Behind the box there was a hole in the wall and after nightfall the "Camel Corps" of men with camel drawn carts came round and exchanged the full buckets for empty ones. The men carried the buckets on their heads supported by a rolled up cloth. As often happened we would be having dinner about this time and the kids would shout out "Hold your nose and cover your food".  In the Sergeants' Mess during the war we used to play a silly game where one chap would stand in front of another seated man. The standing man balanced a glass of beer on his head, bobbed up and down and sang "Do you know the Muffin Man who lives down Brewery Lane?" and to the same tume the kids made it into "Do you know the Poof-Poof man with the bucket on his head?"  Just as we were leaving Khartoum they started to prepare for water sanitation. Due to the levels which the drains had to fall, the channels were extremely deep and the Hospital was kept busy treating unfortunates who fell into them in the dark.

Doreen Margaret Jack Webb Living in Anglesey in 1999; (letter from Bobby Webb to Bill & Isabel) Susan Webb Graham Webb 1947 Iain Webb 71 71 Lives in Tasmania
57 yo in 2004
1953 - 2006 Evelyn Isabelle Webb 53 53 Twin to Rosamund
51 yo in 2004
1945 Hazel Webb 73 73 59 yo in 2004 1953 Rosamund Irene Webb 65 65 Twin to Evelyn 1902 - 1971 Charles Webb 68 68 Record from his nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
Charles (Chick) Webb was the "Joker" of the family. He had several tricks with cards, coins and juggled with oranges or anything else that came to hand. He joined his sister Margaret when she emigrated to New Zealand with her husband Jim Cruickshank. He married out there. I don't know the name of his wife but he had a daughter named Dawn."
Mary Margaret Webb Dawn Webb 1904 Joe Lawrence Webb Record from his nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
Joseph (Joe) Webb also worked in the Caledon Shipyard. He was the "Dandy" of the family and when going out for the evening or on Sundays he wore grey spats or two toned shoes. Also a felt Trilby hat and grey kid gloves with a silver topped cane. He married Mabelle Wilson who was from Canada and was visiting her uncle who had a newsagent across the road from our flat in Lilybank Road. They moved back to Canada during the depression of the 1920/30's. Later they moved to Ludlow Mass. in the USA. I know they had at least one son named Harry."
Maybelle Wilson Harry 1925 - 1926 Henry Lackie Webb (died age 1) 1 1 1923 - 1924 Sheila Webb (died age 1) 1 1 Graeme Crockatt Elaine Crockatt Louise Crockatt 1875 - 1954 Bessie Lauder Easson 79 79 1904 - 1982 Lilian Webb 77 77 no children 1897 - 1987 Barbara Webb 89 89 no children Violet Webb no children John Webb Joanna Garrod Kennedy source: letter from Bobby Webb to Bill & Isabel. Joe 1911 Edwin Robert G Webb Worked in India for several years with jute before he met Edith.  1923 - 1999 Edith Jean Mill Bonnar 76 76 Was a district nurse (letter from Bobby Webb to Bill & Isabel) 1961 Edwin Webb 56 56 Source = letter from Lil Barnett

Paramedic, motorcycle unit, Kidlington north of Oxford.(2010)
Waimoley Ivy (sth africa) 1932 Yvonne (Noni) Woodhead 86 86 1984 address:  58 Bungan Head Road, Newport, NSW 2106, Australia.
2004 address:  26 / 1145 Pittwater Road, Collaroy. NSW 2097.
Dr Douglas Walker 1961 Andrew Walker 57 57 1968 Geoffrey Walker 50 50 1964 Lindsay Walker 54 54 1975 Iain Walker 43 43 1848 - 1894 Richard William Webb (spirit dealer, b.Cromarty) 45 45 Aged 31 at marriage 2nd June 1880  1849 Agnes McGregor Sime (domestic servant) 1852 - 1874 Susannah Rachel Webb (b.Cromarty) 21 21 22yo when she died in 1874  > born 1851 or 1852 Admiral ..... Duncan from Lil's letter to her neice Lilian Barnett.
Our Mother married John Webb who was another autocrat, his Mother was a French woman, there is a story that an Admiral stationed at Dover fell in love with her, she was a governess, she had a child by him, the family married her to Richard Webb, believe me he is one of my happiest childhood memories. 
Uncle James, Capt Duncan, was brought up as Webb
1838 - 1917 Captain James (Duncan) Webb (master mariner; b.Walmer, Kent) 79 79 Brought up as a Webb.

From death certificate of Richard Webb :-  "Informant:  J Webb, brother, 6 Sandringham St, Hull."  

Email and tree from Gillian Wiehl, April 2008.

On the 1841 English census he is 3yo living with his grandparents John & Rachel at Turnpike Road, Walmer, Kent.
On the 1851 English census he is 13yo "Grandson" living with his Grandmother Rachel at 44 Walmer Road, St Mary's Parish, Walmer, Kent.
Joyce Webb 1888 Alexander Brown Smart born 1887 or 1888
37 yo ship plater living at 27 Glamis Rd at date of marriage
Barnett John Smythe 2004 address = #61  2979 Panorama Drive, Coquitlam, BC, V3E 2W8 Canada. Denham Leslie Bennett 1852 Anne Gib Glen (b. Brechin) One Aunt Anne, terribly grand, the second time she saw her husband he married her.  A storm broke out as his ship was going out of the harbour at Montrose, the ship turned back and he met Aunt Anne, fell for her, they wrote to each other for two years while he roamed the seas, and then married her.  (From Lil Webb letter to her neice Lilian Barnett, 1951.)
George MacMillan see the letter from Lil Barnett 1909 Yvonne Sherett 108 108 born 1909 or 1905  -  notes in letter from Vi to Joyce.
1984 address: 5/24 Gladstone St, Newport, NSW 2106 Australia
Tom Woodhead 1984 address: 5/24 Gladstone St, Newport, NSW 2106 Australia
Doctor.
Hahn Davinia At Bangor University in Nov 1999;  letter from Bobby Webb to Bill & Isabel. Vanessa Senior high school age in 1999; letter from Bobby Webb to Bill & Isabel. Margaret Pam 1912 Clara Garrod 106 106 source: letter from Bobby Webb to Bill & Isabel.

Email from Edwin Webb (b.1961), 2010:-
"I always knew her as Aunty Yvonne. She married a Pete Semple and they had three kids, the youngest was a year or so older than me."
Bob Sherett Marja Second wife to Iain Webb. James Easson Stoker at jute factory Barbara Allison Alexander Martin Neil Grocer's assistant at the time of his wife's death in 1874. 1788 - 1858 Richard Webb (Navy; gardiner; b Stouting, Kent) 70 70 1797: Royal Navy, stationed at Walmer near Deal on the north east coast of Kent.
Gardiner; from his son's death certificate.
1851 English census: 63yo gardener living at 31 Walmer Road, St Mary's Parish, Walmer, Kent, with his 63yo wife Susana, 24yo gardener son Thomas and 12yo grandson William Sheppard.
1788 - 1858 Susannah Impet (b Newington, Kent) 70 70 Email from Gillian Wiehl 7-4-2008.
"On the 1901 british census online, if you search for Impet in 1841 they're all, without fail, in Kent.  This would go together with the letter about Susannah falling for Admiral Duncan in Dover.  So I think the families may have come from Kent but can't prove it absolutely."
1771 - 1849 John Aitken (horse hirer; b. Scotland) 78 78 Horse hirer; from daughter's death certificate. 1781 - 1853 Rachel Palin (b. Hastings, Sussex) 72 72 1851 English census: Widow living at 44 Walmer Road, St Mary's Parish, Walmer, Kent, with her 13yo grandson James. She is a pauper receiving relief from the parish. 1825 - 1888 Mary-Anne Morton (b.Irelend) 63 63 36 yo at 1861 census  >born 1824 or 1825

(From Lil Webb letter to her neice Lilian Barnett, 1951.)
"My Great Grandfather Glen was a School Master at Montrose, he married Marion Morton who was a daughter of a man named Morton who fled to Ireland from Scotland, he was a tutor and school master and fell in love with Lady Sarah Quin, she eloped with the tutor, married and settled at Montrose and if any of you girls have a long straight back and walk from the hip thats where you got it from.  Marion Mortons son, John Glen used to ride from Craig near Montrose into Montrose on horseback at 96 sitting astride like a ramrod and did not hesitate to spank his grandchildren, my Mother and Aunts and Uncles."
James Glen (crofter) 1800 - 1876 Elizabeth Cameron 76 76 1863 John Morton Glen (b.Montrose) Webb Group Photos Click on the   "Pictures"  tab for more pictures. 1980 James Bennett 38 38 Andrew Bennett 1857 Mary- Jane Glen (b. Montrose)  (From Lil Webb letter to her neice Lilian Barnett, 1951.)
Aunt Mary, your Mother knew her went to church one Sunday, coming out she met a Red coated soldier, he asked her if she was a sister of
Elizabeth and Ann Glen and he asked her to walk with him after church, when she got home she got a leathering for walking with a red coat and was locked in her room, she got out the following Tuesday met the red coat, went to pass by and when stopped told him what her Father had to say, so they went to Dundee on Thursday, were married by the Sheriff and when she went home she was flung out, she went to India, had a dreadful time, met a doctor from Montrose who got the husband sent to a hot spot where he died, she came home with her two boys, Father took her back, and in ten months she married Jimmie McLean, they made a lot of money, do ask your Mother about Aunt Mary McLean, she was a gell, she was a widow again and married a charming man, he adored her, he died, and I bet if she had lived a bit longer she would have married again.  I used to visit her in the oldest clothes I had and she used to take me to D.M Browns store in Dundee and give me a new outfit, she fell out with me when I married.
1858 James Glen (b.Montrose) 1860 Sarah Glen (b. Montrose) Aunt Sarah was discarded by the family because she married a pipe major who came to Montrose.
(From Lil Webb letter to her neice Lilian Barnett, 1951.)
1869 Williamina Watson Glen (b.Montrose) 1864 David Johnston Glen (b.Montrose) RAF 75 Sqadron 1800 - 1884 Thomas Morton (b.Scotland) 84 84
(From Lil Webb letter to her neice Lilian Barnett, 1951.)
"My Great Grandfather Glen was a School Master at Montrose, he married Marion Morton who was a daughter of a man named Morton who fled to Ireland from Scotland, he was a tutor and school master and fell in love with Lady Sarah Quin, she eloped with the tutor, married and settled at Montrose and if any of you girls have a long straight back and walk from the hip thats where you got it from.  Marion Mortons son, John Glen used to ride from Craig near Montrose into Montrose on horseback at 96 sitting astride like a ramrod and did not hesitate to spank his grandchildren, my Mother and Aunts and Uncles."
Lady Sarah Quin (b.Ireland) Lady Sarah Quin.


(From Lil Webb letter to her neice Lilian Barnett, 1951.)
"My Great Grandfather Glen was a School Master at Montrose, he married Marion Morton who was a daughter of a man named Morton who fled to Ireland from Scotland, he was a tutor and school master and fell in love with Lady Sarah Quin, she eloped with the tutor, married and settled at Montrose and if any of you girls have a long straight back and walk from the hip thats where you got it from.  Marion Mortons son, John Glen used to ride from Craig near Montrose into Montrose on horseback at 96 sitting astride like a ramrod and did not hesitate to spank his grandchildren, my Mother and Aunts and Uncles."
Lil's letter to her neice Lillian Barnett Violets letter to neice Joyce Lil Barnett letter Feb1979 1829 James Leckie (labourer, crofter) 27yo at daughter's birth in 1855
52yo at 1881 census  >born 1828 or 1829 in Forfar
Alive 1889
Crofter
1823 - 1910 Barbara Key (b.Monikie) 86 86 32yo at daughter's birth in 1855
58 yo at 1881 census 
1858 Alexander Leckie (shoemaker, b Dunnichen)
1855 Isabella Leckie (domestic servant, b Dunnichen) 1867 James Lackie (b Monikie) 1777 - 1867 Henry Key (shoemaker, crofter, b.Carmyllie) 89 89 Shoemaker (from daughter Barbara's death certificate)
Crofter (from his own death certificate)
1788 - 1861 Barbara Sturrock 73 73 1852 David Leckie (b Monikie) 1853 Henry Leckie (b Dunnichen) 1856 Elizabeth Suttin? Leckie (b Dunnichen) 1825 Andrew Key 1831 - 1861 Henry Key 30 30 1820 Margaret Key 1828 Jane Key 1859 - 1862 Mary Sturrock Lackie 3 3 Alexander Sturrock (weaver) Weaver (from daughter Barbara's death cert) Jane (Jean) Key Andrew Key (shoemaker) Shoemaker (from son Henry's death certificate) Margaret Ogilvie 1790 Ann Sturrock 1792 Andrew Sturrock 1782 Helen Sturrock 1784 James Sturrock 1786 Elisabeth Sturrock 1798 Margaret Sturrock 1762 Barbara Key (b Monikie) 1765 Margaret Key (b.Carmyllie) 1772 Andrew Key (b.Carmyllie) Margaret James Lackie Nora Lackie Nan Lackie Joe Scott John Beattie 1952 John Beattie 65 65 1952 Lynne Beattie 65 65 1844 - 1918 Hannah Fowler Ross 74 74 1874 Richard Webb 1866 Maggie Nicoll Webb From Gillian Wiehl.
Maggie Nicoll Webb (1866-?1929) married Thomas Martin (1858-1947), marine engineer.

Thomas's father was James Lambert Martin (c1833-1906), master mariner; his father was James Martin (c1804), mariner.

Maggie's son is David Nicoll Martin (born 1931).  David married Evelyn Crees (born 1933).  Gillian is their daughter, born 1963.




1799 Janet Aitken 61 yo at 1861 census. >born 1799 or 1800
Sister-in-law to Richard Webb (43 yo).
Living with Richard and Susannah in Cromarty at 1861 census.
Born in England.
Beale 1901 - 1991 Margaret (Meg) Lawrence Lackie Webb 90 90 Emigrated to New Zealand in 1924.
Record from her nephew Bobby Webb written in 2008:-
"Margaret (Meg) Webb trained with Aunty Bella as a waitress. She married Jim Cruickshank, a ship's engineer and they were the first to emigrate to New Zealand. They had one daughter Marion who married Charles (Cash) Pound whose family now live in Rotorua."
1899 - 1971 James (Jim) Park Cruickshank 72 72 25 yo marine engineer at date of marriage in 1924  > born 1898 or 1899.
Emigrated to New Zealand in 1924.
1926 - 1988 Marion Armstrong Cruickshank 62 62 1926 - 2005 Charles (Cash) Daniel Pound 78 78 3 Simmonds Cres, Rotorua  (2004) 1950 Marilyn Rae Pound 67 67 1952 Ian Charles Pound 65 65 1948 Bruce Stafford Jamieson 69 69 Simmonds Cres, Rotorua   (1995) 1947 Wayne Lawrence Pound 70 70 Carol Whitwell Patricia Rose George 1970 Steven James Pound 47 47 1972 Mark Lawrence Pound 45 45 1973 Julie Ann Pound 44 44 Lauren Jayne Melrose 2005 Siena Jade Pound 12 12 2008 Tyler James Pound 9 9 Trudy Beatson 1990 Ashleigh Jane Pound 27 27 1992 Stephanie Louise Pound 25 25 Shane Wenzlick Bradley Wenzlick Callum Wenzlick Amber Wenzlick Kay Hill 1974 Darren Lawrence Jamieson 43 43 1976 Trudi Rae Jamieson 41 41 1977 Sarah Jane Taylor 40 40 2008 Oliver Daniel Jamieson 9 9 1975 Sonya Margaret Pound 42 42 1977 Cameron Charles Pound 40 40 Paul Barron Indya Rose Barron Carole Ann Paige Faliesha Naomi Mitchell Stewart John Hamilton D. 1986 Abigail Memories - Robert Black Webb Family Photos Click on the   "Pictures"  tab for more pictures. David Webb Anita Webb Audy Griff Bid from New Zealand Iago Webb Sarah Webb Autobiography - Robert Black Webb Life story of John Webb 1850-1905 Elizabeth Leslie Mary Ann Henry Thomas Morton Margaret Stirling William Cameron (farm servant) Agnes Black 1834 Agnes Glen (b.Brechin) 1826 Anne Glen (b.Brechin) 1838 Elizabeth Glen (b.Brechin) 1827 James Glen (b.Brechin) 1831 Jean Glen (b. Brechin) 1829 Robert Scott Glen (b.Brechin) Jane Armstrong Paramedic, Adderburry near Banbury. (2010) 1907 Elsie Robinson Cook 1826 Charles Webb 1827 Thomas Webb 1826 William Webb 1816 Eliza Aitken 1821 John Aitken Sheppard William Sheppard (b.Birchington, Kent) 1851 English census:  12yo "grandson" living with his grandparents Richard and Susana Webb at 31 Walmer Road, Walmer, Kent. 1814 George Webb (gardener & beer shopkeeper, b.Walmer, kent) 1851 English census;
Family of George and Hope Webb living next door to Richard and Susannah (Impet) Webb.  Possibly related.
37yo at 1851 census.
1811 Hope Webb (b. Boughton, Kent) 40yo at 1851 census. 1841 Susanah Webb (b.Walmer) 10yo at 1851 census. 1843 George Webb (b.Walmer) 8yo at 1851 census. 1845 William Webb (b.Walmer) 6yo at 1851 census Amanda Smythe Heather Lonnie Smythe Camryn Tyler Bill Carmela 2008 Hannah 10 10 Kate Nurse Kate Fowler 2012 Clara Juliette 5 5 John Webb War Record Stirling BF456 Pheobe Bennett Primrose Bennett
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