Stop number ORANGE 8: Continue walking along the path and in the distance you will see a large tomb, on your right, of a kneeling lady clasping her head in her hand. Go past this monument (for the Ladyman family) and keeping looking to your right for the grave of the Wilson family.
Read the story below and when you are ready to move on click on the dot/circle for Charles Hatton.
RemingtonTerrace (SWOP RHW01118)
Isabella Wilson nee Rogers (1865-1934)
I am Isabella Wilson - my grave is in the new section of the cemetery (B1, plot 370). My husband, Aubrey, is there too but not our two sons who were sadly killed in the Great War. We lived at Remington Terrace and later at Claremont, Abercrombie Rd, although I originally came from the Chinnor area. I had been a housemaid in London before my marriage and my sister Emily was the parlourmaid there.
My mother Angelina sadly died far too young and my father then married her younger sister, Sophia, who had been lodging with us for some time. My mother and step-mother had a niece, Louisa (my cousin) who sadly died in 1889. Her little boy Ernest came to stay with our family while Aubrey, her husband, came to terms with his loss. Well, Aubrey asked me to marry him and we wed in 1892. So after our marriage Ernest came to live with us and then Aubrey and I soon had our own sons, Georgey and Horace.
Aubrey’s brother Herbert (they both worked in the chair industry) had a son called Albert, or Bert as we called him, who was about the same age as my Horace. Well, the boys all joined up of course. Ernest, he was in the Royal Flying Corps (which later became the RAF) and Horace joined the army, along with my nephew Albert, and Georgey joined the navy. ‘There you are mother’ they said ‘serving King and country on land, sea and in the air’.
Well Horace was the first to die, in 1915 at the Battle of Loos. And that’s also where my nephew Bert first got wounded. So when the Somme began I thanked God that Georgey was in the navy. But Bert was less lucky and having returned to the Front he was killed in action on the Somme on Sept 9th this year (1916).
When it was over in November we really hoped that would be the last of it but it was not to be. I got news of Georgey’s death at Christmas 1916 – caused by a collision between two of our own boats which set their explosives off. He wasn’t even killed by the Germans!
Well, you don’t get over losses like that. People said ‘Look at the Bishop of Buckingham, he’s lost three sons, and God will be with you.’ Well, my Georgey he was a believer - right to the end, just like my Horace - and so I hope they‘re being well looked after up there. God bless all three of them.
My stepson Ernest will be saved, he married Louise in 1913 and had started his family before he went to war. And he’ll go on to provide us with four grandchildren.
Mrs Wilson researched by Sally Scagell and performed by Fiona Watling of the Flackwell Area Local History Group