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Friday, 30 August 2024

A Sad Soldier's Tale - Sepia Saturday

A military group features in this week's Sepia Saturday prompt photograph.  A cue for me to tell the sad tale of Edward Stewart Ingram Smith -  my cousin's grandfather.

There were over 3 million British  casualties in the First  World War. Of the men who survived, their suffering could include  physical injury including loss of limbs, blindness, effects of gas poisoning, and shell shock (what would now be  termed post- traumatic stress disorder),  Many would not  talk about the war  or forget the scenes they witnessed  but their experiences affected their lives ever after.

One  such man was my cousin's paternal  grandfather Edward Stewart Ingram Smith (1871-1923).
 
 
Edward Stewart Ingram Smith on the back row, far right with his regiment the Liverpool Scottish.  An older man at 44, standing rather apart from his much younger colleagues.


Edward's Early Life 

Edward was a man of many parts -  boy soldier,  waiter, photographer,  and upholsterer.   In this photograph of him as a 20 year old young man, he has a sensitive and artistic air about him.

Edward was born in 1871 in Ceres, Fife,  Scotland, eldest son of John Ingram Smith and Isabella (Ella) Edward.   His Ingram middle name came from  that of the minister in the Shetland Isles  who had  baptized his  father - and was a name adopted by future generations of Smiths, who were very proud of their heritage on the island of   Unst - the furthermost northern point of the British Isles. 

In his early childhood, Edward experienced several moves across country  as his father's hotel businesses failed.   

Edward's daughter Ella  (who lived to the age of 99)  left notes relating how her father  wore the kilt until he was 17 years old, played the bagpipes and spoke Gaelic  He enjoyed art and painted in oils.  He was well educated  in Edinburgh and spoke with a soft lilting accent. 

On leaving school, Edward joined the army as a  Gordon Highlander, but did not settle and was bought out by his parents. 
 


By the time of the 1891 census, 20 year old Edward was  in Leeds where his father John  was manager at the Victoria Hotel.  Edward's occupation was listed as photographer. 

A further move by the family followed, as by 1901  Edward was working as a waiter at the Belvedere Hotel, South Promenade, Blackpool, Lancashire.     
 
In 1902 at Kirkham Registrar, near Blackpool,  Edward married Lily Beatrice Jones, 13 years his junior.   

   Four children were born to the marriage - Lily Ella, Arthur Stuart Ingram, Edith Florence and baby Edward who did not survive infancy.   Edward's interest in photographer is illustrated in the many delightful portraits he took of his children - with son Arthur,  in a "little Lord Fauntleroy"  outfit and a  mop of long fair curls.
 
 
Ella, Edith and Arthur


In the 1911 census, Edward's occupation was still given as photographer, but illness struck and Edward had to give it up.   He moved into upholstery, and eventually  opened up a furniture  business in Blackpool.
 
Called up to Serve
In 1915 at the age of 44, Edward, as a previously serving soldier,  was called up to return to the army. Determined to maintain his Scottish links,  he joined   the kilted Liverpool Scottish Regiment.  

 A serious looking family photograph, probably taken as Edward set out for war.   With Arthur's hair shorn of its curls. 
 
 
The sporran that Edward is wearing in this photograph is still held by the family, 

Edward served  in France, but was gassed and injured at the Battle of the  Somme. Wounded in action in the ferocious fighting in  the Battle of Delville Wood, (nicknamed Devil's Wood),  he was invalided back to England and hospitalised.   His daughter Ella related how he went to meet her  at the school gates and she did not recognize him, as his weight had dropped from 15 stone to 9 stone.

 Liverpool Scottish soldiers at Dellville  Wood.

An Army Discharge Certificate (the first time I have come across one) and Military Award Records show that Edward received the War Medal, Victory Medal and the Silver War Badge  to denote that he had been wounded in action. 

 Edward's army discharge certificate.  It is not a good image but I had never come across such a document before and was keen to feature it here.  



Life Post-War  
But following Edward's discharge,  family  life proved unhappy.  His mother died in July 1919 and at some point, he separated from his wife and children.  In searching local newspapers for an item on Edward's war service, I came across this report   of 24 November 1919 in "The Lancashire Evening Post"  It made sad reading:


One cannot  help reflect that having to return to active service at the age of 44 and face the harsh physical and mental conditions of the World War One battlefields took its toll on Edward, as on so many soldiers.   He died in 1923 aged 52.    His wife Lily survived him by a further 40 years and married for a second time.  

The photograph below shows an older Edward Stuart Ingram Smith with haunting eyes and a dispirited air - a  far cry from the smart,handsome young man of thirty years earlier.
 
 
 


        Adapted from a post first published in August 2016 


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5 comments:

  1. How sad indeed. A family that survived on the 30s per week might have needed a bit more, I'm thinking. I am so sorry that Edward suffered as he did following his service to his country. I am also sad that the war even happened with so much suffering as a result of it. When will humanity ever learn.

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  2. Every time I wonder if there will ever come a time when the whole of the human race can live together in peace no matter race, creed, country affiliation or any other separation, I can only shake my head. I consider myself a positive-minded person, but I have trouble believing we will ever reach that goal. And yet, we keep trying - so who knows? We have to have hope.

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  3. I remembered your original story of Edward from that first photo where he is clearly the old man out. I have read many histories and books on the Great War, but the ones that I find most affecting are the collections of first-person accounts. This war was so very different from all the previous ones, especially in the intensity of artillery bombardment and machine gun fire, that the stress from noise and anxiety alone would cause post-traumatic disability. I now wonder if Edward's photographer's eye made his experience of the war more vivid and intense. Certainly his maturity must have made the loss of his younger comrades especially painful.

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  4. A heartbreaking story. The fact that Edward turned to drink would seem to indicate that he may have been self-medicating to deal with the post-traumatic-stress from the war. US Civil War Soldiers suffered from a similar PTSD known as "irritable heart." How unfortunate that in those years there was no treatment protocol for returning veterans -- something later generations of veterans, from the Viet Nam war on, have pressed for and received.

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  5. From Scotsue - thank you all for your sympathetic and thoughtful comments. I am sure Edward’s story must have been replicated in so many families. We sometimes forget the impact it must have been to be catapulted from often small rural communities into the horrors of the WW1 trenches.






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