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Gnr. William Henry Holliday
British Army 173rd Brigade, B Bty Royal Field Artillery
(d.18th June 1917)
Gunner William Holliday was 28 years old when he died. He was the son of William and Emily Holliday, 235 Gidlow Lane, Wigan. He is buried in Brandhoek New Military Cemetery, Belgium, Grave II.H.27.
Pte. Ernest Hollings
British Army 3rd Btn. King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry
from:5 Linsley Row, Mabgate, Leeds
Ernest Hollings is my paternal grandfather. He was born in Leeds in 1898 and died in Leeds in 1971. The National Roll of the Great War states the following: "He joined in October 1916 and in the following month proceeded to the Western Front, where he served in various sectors. He took part in the Battles of Arras, Bullecourt, and Passchendaele and many other important engagements, and was wounded in action at Ypres. He was in hospital in France and Wales before being invalided from the Army in March 1919, and holds the General Service and Victory Medals."
Additionally Ernest was awarded the Silver War Badge. His badge number is B280254. I understand that he was shot through the hand though this has yet to be confirmed. My research at this point is very much a work in progress.
Sgt. Archibald John Hollingsworth
British Army 12th Btn. West Yorkshire Regiment
from:Scarborough
(d.3rd May 1917)
Pte. Frank Hollingsworth
British Army 1st Btn. Monmouth Regiment
from:38 Stafford Road, Oakengates, Shropshire
(d.9th Aug 1917 )
Frank Hollingsworth is a 4th cousin 2 times removed who I came across researching my late father's family history. Frank was born 3rd April 1897 in Owen Street, Tipton, Staffordshire. Baptized 23rd May 1897 at Saint Matthew's Church in Tipton. He never met his father Frank who died towards the end of 1896. His mother Marion Amelia nee Tomkys died just before his 8th birthday. He was counted in the 1911 census with his aunt, Maud Crowther, also born in Tipton, uncle John Crowther, a grocer's manager and cousins Edgar 11 & Dennis 4 at 38, Stafford Road, Oakengates, Shropshire.
Frank, a grocer's assistant enlisted on the 10th December 1915, aged 18 years 8 months and was posted to army reserve. Next of kin is given as his aunt Maud Crowther, at the address above in Shropshire. At his regular army medical on the 18th of April 1916 at Shrewsbury his height is given as 5' 1 1/4", weight 105 lbs, Chest 32 1/2" (2 1/2" expansion), physical development fair, 2 vaccination marks on left arm from infancy). He was mobilized on 13th October 1916, joining the British Expeditionary force the next day, and embarked from Southampton 10th June 1917, disembarking at Rouen 11th June 1917.
On the 30th June 1917 he was transferred to the 1st (T.F.) Monmouth Regiment & posted to the 10th South Wales Borderers. On the 7th of July 1917 he joined the battalion in the field. On 9th August 1917 age 20 Frank died of his wounds. He is buried in Dozinghem Military Cemetery, Westvleteren - Poperinge, Belgium.
L/Cpl. John Albert Hollingsworth
British Army 2/8th Btn. Lancashire Fusiliers
from:30 Sydney Street, Salford, Lancs
My granddad, John Albert Hollingsworth, joined the 2/8th Btn. Lancashire Fusiliers in 1916. Having been part of the home guard up to 1917 the battalion was sent to France as part of the BEF. Landing at Le Havre they were soon moved to the western front and involved in battles near St Quentin. During the German spring offensive the battalion was overrun and my granddad was captured on 21st March 1918 by the advancing German Army. The details on the IRC website state he was captured in Roisel.
I would like to confirm which camp he was sent to. If anyone has any relatives who served in the 2/8th Lancashire Fusiliers please contact me.
L/Cpl. John Albert Hollingsworth
British Army 19th Btn. Lancashire Fusiliers
John Hollingsworth served with the 19th and 2/8th Battalions, Lancashire Fusiliers.
Pte. John Albert Hollingsworth
British Army 2/8th Btn. Lancashire Fusiliers
L/Cpl. John Albert Hollingsworth
British Army 2/8th Btn. Lancashire Fusiliers
My granddad John Hollingsworth was in the 2/8th Battalion, Lancashire Fusiliers. He was captured on the 21st of March 1918 near to the town of Roisel in France on the front line and was sent to Munster II PoW camp in Germany. He survived the war and returned to Salford in Lancashire and lived with his wife Georgina until his death in 1971.
Pte. Charles Henry Hollington
British Army 7th Btn. East Surrey Regiment
from:Bow, London, England
(d.30th Nov 1917)
Charles Hollington served with the 7th Btn, East Surrey Regiment.
Pte. Joseph John Hollington
British Army 2/1st Battalion London Regiment
from:Bow, London, England
(d.21st Sep 1917)
Joseph Hollington is remembered on the Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing in Ypres.
Pte. Rowland Hollington
British Army 24th (1st Tyneside Irish) Btn. Northumberland Fusiliers
from:Willingham Street, Grimsby
(d.1st Jul 1916)
I have discovered that my Great Uncle, Rowland Hollington died with many others during the Battle of the Somme. We have always known of my Great grandfather who survived the Somme in the Grimsby Chums, but not his brother, who joined the Tyneside Irish from a Cyclist Regiment and is commemorated on the Thiepval Memorial.
Ernest Hollingworth
British Army
Pte. Samuel Edgar Hollingworth
British Army 2nd Btn. York and Lancaster Regiment
from:Norton, Sheffield
(d.9th August 1915)
Samuel Hollingworth was born in 1872. During WW1 he served with the 2nd Battalion, York and Lancaster Regiment. He died 9th of August 1915 aged around 40 years and is remembered on the Ypres (Menin Gate) Memorial in Belgium.
Sgt. Albert Hollins
British Army 8th Btn. Somerset Light Infantry
from:Rugeley, Staffordshire
(d.1st July 1916)
Sgt. Albert Hollins
British Army 8th Battalion Somerset Light Infantry
from:Sandy Lane, Brereton, Rugeley, Staffs.
(d.1st July 1916)
Albert Hollins was the son of Thomas Hollins a coal hewer, and his wife Hannah. Albert worked as a shop assistant prior to joining Kitchener's Model Army. He was twenty two at the time of his death and is commemorated at the Thiepval Memorial, and on the War Memorial at Brereton Staffordshire where he lived. I am a member of the Burntwood Family History Group. We are researching the lives of W.W.1. combatants who are on our local war memorials.
Pte. Percy Hollins
British Army 4th Btn. North Staffordshire Regiment
Percy Hollins, my great grandfather is in the group picture and is seated in the group of 4.
Pte. Arthur Hollis
British Army 1st Btn. Royal Berkshire Regiment
from:Wolverhampton
(d.10th Oct 1918)
Pte. Arthur Hollis
British Army 7th Battalion Kings Royal Rifle Corps
from:Birmingham
(d.30th July 1915)
Pte. Elijah Hollister
British Army 8th Btn. South Staffordshire Regiment
from:Stoke on Trent
(d.12th Oct 1917)
Pte. Frederick Hollocks
British Army 7th Btn. Royal Berkshire Regiment
from:Clapton, London
(d.3rd November 1916)
Pte. Michael James Holloran
British Army 24th Btn. West Yorkshire Regiment (Prince of Wales's Own)
from:Jarrow
Michael James Holloran was aged 27 when he died died on 24th June 1920. Born in Jarrow in 1892, he was the son of Mary Gilchrist (formerly Holloran nee Corr) of 17 Stanley Street Jarrow and the late James Holloran. Michael James Holloran age 19 Steel Smelter in Steelworks is with his mother Mary Gilchrist and stepfather and family at 21 Stanley Street, Jarrow on the 1911 census.
Michael is buried in Jarrow Cemetery his death is recorded in Deaths Jun 1920. Michael Holloran age 28 S. Shields 10a 1059.
Spr. William Dingle Hollow
British Army 61st Divisional Signal Coy. Royal Engineers
(d.21st March 1918)
William Hollow lost his life on the 21st of March 1918.
Pte. Abraham Norman Holloway
Australian Imperial Forces D Coy. 33rd Btn.
from:Bald Nob, Kellys Plains, Armidale, New South Wales
(d.7th Jul 1917)
Abraham Holloway was a farmer from Bald Nob, Kellys Plains, Armidale, New South Wales, he was killed in action on the 7th of June 1917 and is one of the missing commemorated on the Menin Gate in Ypres.
Pte. Abraham Norman Holloway
Australian Imperial Force 33rd Btn.
from:Armidale, New South Wales, Australia
(d.7th June 1917)
I was given a photo of Abraham Holloway by a relative in about 1968 when I was a small child. I always valued it as he was my father's uncle. My father bore his name so he always had a special place in our family. He is commemorated on the Menin Gate Memorial in Ypres.
Pte. Charles Alfred Holloway
British Army 8th Btn. East Surrey Regiment
from:Brampton, Kent
(d.23rd Mar 1918)
Unfortunately I know nothing about Charles Holloway other than he was my grandmother's brother. I would like to find out more, where and how he died.
Pte. Edward Thomas Holloway
British Army 6th Battalion Royal Berkshire Regiment
from:White Waltham, Berkshire
(d.23rd February 1917)
Edward Holloway was born 1890 in Winkfield, Berkshire. He died of wounds on the 23rd of February 1917. Received during the Battle of Boom Ravine on the 17th February. Edward is laid to rest in Dernancourt Communal Cemetery in France.
Pte. Fenwick Holloway
British Army 24th (Tyneside Irish) Battalion Northumberland Fusiliers
from:Gateshead
(d.28thApril 1917)
Fenwick Holloway is named on the Arras Memorial
Pte. Henry Francis Holloway
British Army 2nd Btn. Essex Regiment
from:Shoreditch, London
(d.3rd May 1917)
Henry Holloway was my Uncle and Aunt's father, found while researching our family tree.
Lt. John E. Holloway
British Army 2nd Battalion Royal Fusiliers, City of London
from:296 Katharine Road, Forest Gate, East London
(d.7th May 1915)
John 'Jack' Richardson, born in 1893, was the son of the headmaster of Shaftesbury Road Elementary School in Forest Gate, East London. After the outbreak of WW1 he battled red-tape to be allowed to fight, despite a heart problem.
"The battalions now at Malta are going to France. Were I only there! But for evermore will I pity the unemployed."
He managed to join the newly formed 2nd Batallion of the City of London Fusiliers as a Lieutenant, and embarked for France on 17th March 1915. "We passed torpedo boats at Portsmouth and minesweepers. Cruisers and one submarine going on the surface with a long trail of black smoke coming out of the back - it looked uncanny creeping along, like a long, black water snake."
He wrote regular letters to his fiancée, May Larby (my grandmother - the daughter of a local police constable) which have been published as "There Are No Flowers Here", available from www.lulu.com. All the quotes I have included are from this book.
Here are some excerpts that might be of interest. "My dear girl, I am writing this on Sunday morning with the British shells passing over our heads, the German snipers occasionally potting at us and aeroplanes sailing round and being followed by white puffs from the smoke bombs fired by the anti-aircraft guns. These white puffs look for all the world like pieces of cotton wool. I came into the trenches for four days last night about 6.30. We marched along a railway line and then a road with just one or two bullets whistling here and there but with no casualties. We got safely into our breastwork and then followed a continual fusillade from the German trenches 400 yards in front of us, rifles, star bombs, and a search light. The result was nothing as far as we were concerned. Still, it was a fine experience. I, with a second lieutenant and two men were employed in building a bombproof shelter with sandbags and boards, corrugated iron etc.. The 2/Lieut.,to whom I am, of course junior, and I went on duty of inspection of the whole line of the trenches from 1-3 p.m.and got to sleep at 3.30, to be roused at 5.0 this morning by the “Stand To†when every man has to stand by his arms for an hour. The Germans giving us quite a rifle bombardment as a “reveilleâ€. They keep this up more or less all day and night. They are just waking up again now. The rest of the morning we have had nothing in particular to do except fire sometimes at the Germans and keep our heads below the parapet. The British 4.7 guns have just started sending shells over us on to (one just gone) the German lines. The last just burst over their trench. The Germans are using a trench mortar now, but not on us, on the trenches to our right. The whole of the country here is desolate - the farms mere skeletons and the fields ploughed with earthworks. But, do you know May, I don't feel at all strange - almost exactly as if all the shots were blank and we were on field manoeuvres. I thought I should feel fearfully funky, but some how I don't. Besides it's such lovely weather today and the fellows here are jolly decent. I've even begun sketching the ruined houses etc. I must send you them when I manage to do some worth the transit. We stay here in the trenches 4 days and then have 4 in billets. The latter are quite nice and we live in comparative luxury, although shells come quite close and knock corners off houses and break windows.( We just rushed into a dugout because an aeroplane coming over our trench was shelled and we're afraid of the shrapnel pieces - however none came). What strikes me most is that the natives still stay with their homes and work in the fields even in the zone of fire. In the town the majority of the shops are open again, but it has a desolate look. My love, I musn't tell you where I am, because my letters are not read and they trust me not to say anything censorable. But I can say we have Germans in a horseshoe round us and we are in one of the most advanced trenches of the Allied line. Swank!
My dear, this letter is very incoherent but I am writing things down as they occur to me. I am too lazy today to compose. Still, I hope you will find it interesting. And, comrade, do not be more anxious about me than you can help. There is really very little danger here and I am thoroughly enjoying myself. The business doesn't seem nearly so horrible now I am here. I'm in that frame of mind which is prepared to take the whole thing as a game, and a good one too. Anyhow I'm glad I'm not funky. Comrade, please write to me soon and tell me all about yourself and how you are and what is happening. Now I am here I know nothing about the war!"
"It's now 11.30. The Maxims are going all along the line tonight and they make a fearful din. Last night was quite exciting. A sergeant and I crawled along in front of the trench to inspect the barbed wire entanglement - and it was cold - the ground all frosty and sparkling in the moonlight. Fortunately the enemy were quiet and we got very few shots, though they must have been able to see us quite plainly. Later I took out half a dozen men to put up some fresh wire and still few shots came our way. Very considerate of the Saxons who are opposite. During the night we were shouting across to them and they to us! “how do you do,†said they - many of them speak English; they wanted a game of football on Easter Monday. “Bully beef†was another cry of theirs. These “conversations†went on for quite an hour and not a shot fired. They woke up today however and plenty of sniping has gone on, and they at Maxims tonight."
"Yesterday we had a little diversion. Two German and two British aeroplanes were over us at once and the sky was literally filled with bursting shells - over a hundred were counted at one time. One of the Germans was hit, but he got back to his own lines. We heard today that another had been brought down in our “Billets†town itself. The change of pencil in this letter was due to my rushing out to see if a passing biplane was English or German. If it is an enemy we all fire and drive him off - otherwise he finds our range and shells come over later. It was British." "But my dear, I've got a splendid sergeant just come back from hospital of the name of Macleod. He's the son of an Indian judge and as mad as a hare, though awfully useful and full of ideas and energy. We two went out last night to prospect the German front and we have plans against their snipers and listening post. Of this, more anon. Unfortunately he is likely to get a commission and I shall lose him."
"Yesterday afternoon I spent some time sniping from a plate at the Germans and I think I managed to worry them. You see we have square iron plates put in the parapet with a hole just big enough to put a rifle through and they form jolly good loopholes. After putting several through the German sniping hole opposite me and splitting the sandbags round about I got a reply - and this was rather too good. It caught the stock of my rifle and sent the splinters and pieces of earth through my loophole and they caught my left hand slightly. However, very little damage was done and after getting it dressed by the stretcher bearers, to whom I went, I walked down to the Field dressing station and got it seen to again. I returned to the trench but the Captain insisted on my going down to see the Medical Officer in the evening and so spoiled my plans with Sergeant Macleod of which I told you." "While I was away our artillery gave them five minutes rapid shrapnel fire and our men blazed off rapid rifle fire. The sergeant I spoke about got so excited that he jumped up on top of the parapet to fire at the Germans. Luckily he wasn't hit nor did we have any casualties. Of course it would be my luck not to be there, but I expect we shall repeat the experiment later on." "The night before last I went out with Macleod and a private to look at a wagon standing in front of the German lines, in which we thought there was a sniper. We crawled out about 250 yds. along the side of a ditch - very, very cautiously and lay and watched. But there was no sniper - only German shells came flying overhead, though of course they couldn't do us any harm. To make sure I then crawled on for 20 yds. or so and just as I got flat on the ground the “Bosches†sent up a flare which fell quite close to me - of course they saw me and when I turned to go back to the other two, shots began to come our way, though you know it is very difficult to aim in the dark with any certainty so there wasn't really very much danger. We all slid into the ditch and then a machine gun opened fire on us, or rather where they thought we were. We slowly made our way down the ditch, and the mud and water came up over the thighs, and the Germans, thoroughly alarmed, for they could hear our splashing as we went, sent up flares and rattled off with rifles and machine gun. Half way down the ditch was a bridge, and here they thought we should have to come out of the ditch and crawl along to pass, so they set the machine gun on it. Fortunately they were wrong - there was about 2 ft. between the top of the water and the top of the bridge, so we could just get through and make our way right to our own trench, accompanied with flares and musketry. So worried were the Germans that they sent up a red flare which is a signal to their own men an attack is expected! There's quite a “Three Musketeers†touch about that, isn't there? But we cost them quite a lot in ammunition etc. and quite annoyed them. More than this there has been little happening - we had some fifteen shells over two nights ago, two of which slightly damaged the trench but there was no harm done. Since we've been up I think there have been two casualties in the whole Battalion. You know we're nearly as safe as you who cross London streets daily."
"Really my dear, Macleod is a very useful man and I'd rather be out at night with him than anyone. He is not the sort who would get jumpy and let off his gun at awkward moments or do things like that."
On Sunday April 25th. 1915 Jack was wounded while reconnoitering at night in front of his trench with his sergeant. He died of these wounds on Friday May 7th. 1915. He was 22 years old.
Rflmn. Robert Joseph Holloway
British Army 17th (Poplar and Stepney Rifles) Battalion London Regiment
Robert Holloway enlisted on 3rd of September 1914 and was wounded in the back in June 1916. He was discharged unfit for service on 22nd of August 1916.
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