More family tales, triumphs, tears, tribulations:
facts, oddments and incidents
from the lives of our family members. Some funny, some sad, some just
astonishing, some mildly interesting. But all very true. A confused jumble
or medley of things ...
The Loss of the Steam Tug NyoraOn 9 July 1917, off Cape Jaffa, South Australia, the steam tug Nyora was towing the schooner Astoria, when it foundered with all hands. Among the 16 crew on the Nyora was cousin Sampson Henry Crocker, 48, a fireman on the tug. Miraculously the Captain and one crew member were picked up alive by the keepers of the lighthouse at Cape Jaffa, but 14 crew were lost. Sampson left a widow and six children. Sampson was the grandson of John and Mary Crocker, a farming family from Stroude, near Ermington, Devon, who had migrated to Hobart, Tasmania, with their seven children, aboard the Mary Anne in 1829. Some of the family had settled in Tasmania, some had gone on to New Zealand. Sampson's father had been the captain of a lighterman in Port Melbourne, Victoria. Sampson had been a fireman for Huddart Parker and Co., owners of the Nyora, for 16 years, and this was his second year on the tug. He had been a fireman on Huddart Parker's coastal trader Despatch when it sunk at Lake's Entrance in 1911, without injury to crew or passengers. In 1917 his eldest son Samuel was a Petty Officer on the armed yacht HMAS Sleuth. Nyora had been towing the Astoria from Port Pirie to Sydney; a four-masted American schooner with auxiliary steam power, but the auxiliary motor had broken down . On the morning of 9 July a gale was blowing. The tug was carrying forty tons of coal in bays on her deck, and it probably shifted in the gale. The huge sea smashed in the engine room door and flooded the engine room. The pumps were overwhelmed. These circumstances caused the tug to list. The crew cast off the tow hawser, and the tug moved off two miles to windward from the Astoria, but despite all, the Nyora foundered. With no power the Astoria could do nothing to help. They saw no signs of a lifeboat. The Astoria was later taken in tow by the steamer Yarra, and was towed to the safety of Guichen Bay. The Nyora had only been launched 8 years earlier. and had been especially designed for heavy ocean towing and for fire and salvage service. She was described as one of the most powerful tugs in the Commonwealth (Australian) waters. The Marine Board that enquired into the disaster found that the loss was caused by the severe gale that had arisen on 9 July, with every care taken by the Master, and that no blame was attachable to anyone on board. Special reference was made by the Board to the brave conduct of the two lighthouse men in effecting the rescue of the two survivors.
More Tragic Accidents in the Family
In 1887, Peter Snow, aged 76, was in conversation on Rose & Crown Hill, Sandford, when a trap was overtaken by a horse-drawn waggon alongside him. Something startled the horse, resulting in Peter being crushed against a wall. He claimed to be not badly hurt and made his way home, but died later that day from the shock of the accident. On 11 January 1853, weaver, Eliza Crispin, née Hattin,
39, was walking up Horse and
Jockey Hill, Crediton, with a workmate, on her way home to
Sandford. With no warning, part of the boundary wall of Newcombe's roadside property collapsed, burying the two women. Eliza Crispin was killed on
the spot, and her friend lived for a few hours before succumbing. A weak ankle, and stairs without a handrail were given at her inquest as possible reasons for the accidental death of Catherine Coombe,née Hatten who broke her neck falling downstairs at 8 Exe Street, Exeter on 1 February 1896. She was aged 51. Her husband, plasterer William Alexander Coombe seems to have been an unlucky man. His two other wives besides Catherine died before him. And William became the third victim of a char-a-banc crash on Dunsford Hill on 26 June 1920. William's son, also William, the landlord of the Alexandra Inn on Bonhay Road, Exeter, organised an outing to Plymouth, hiring two char-a-bancs for the trip. On the outward journey, one of the char-a-bancs ran away down the steep Six Mile Hill at Dunsford, hitting a telegraph pole,and trapping its wheels in a ditch, the char-a-banc then turned on its side. One passenger was killed when he was thrown from the vehicle. A second passenger died in hospital from his injuries on 7 July, and William Coombe also died in hospital, some two months after the crash, the inquest verdict being that he died from resultant shock. Faulty brakes were determined to be the cause of the crash. Doris Conibear was thought to have drowned in the Great
Slave Lake, in Canada's North West Territories in 1915. She had
gone to the wharf to get some books coming in on one of the boats.
It is thought that she fell through the ice. She was 17.
Nicholas Duer Loye died from a gunshot wound in 1889 in Hawkes Bay, New Zealand. The inquest found that he had discharged a shotgun accidentally when he slipped on his porch step. But the death was widely believed to be suicide. Similarly James Stewart Abercrombie Pearson fell with a loaded gun while out hunting in Dunbartonshire, fatally wounding himself, and also Alexander Thomson McLean Donald, who accidentally discharged his shotgun when cleaning it. In 1929 69 year-old Thomas Sharland fell from his waggon, and it rolled over him. He died in Tiverton Hospital. On Guy Fawkes Day in 1882, Ralph Hatten, 15, of Sandford, was terribly burnt about the face through the bursting of a small cannon firework at Crediton. The boy thought the charge was not going off, and stooped down to see, when it exploded in his face. In consequence he was blinded for the rest of his life. Thomas Lynes was killed in 1946, barely a year after being released from a German POW camp where he had spent more than two years. Tom was digging trenches on a building site when the walls of a trench collapsed on him and another man. The other man was extricated alive and survived, but Tom was dead when the rescuers reached him. He was just 22. My gran, Emma Kathleen Pitts, 76, was visiting her son at Sandy Bay, Littleham, in May 1954. She went out for a walk in the surrounding countryside, and was caught up in high winds. Unable to keep her balance, she was blown over and in the fall she suffered a sub-dural haemorrhage and cerebral concussion, which proved to be fatal.
Stanley Dale Fay was working on an antique tractor, in Stockbridge, Michigan in 2002, when his clothes were ignited by a propane torch. It is believed that in trying to extinguish the flames he suffered a fatal heart attack. Waggoner Josiah Lynes, 34, had collected some sacks of barley from Birmingham for his master. He was carrying a sack of meal up some stone steps to his master's granary in Lea Marston. On reaching the top his foot seemed to slip, and he fell backwards, knocking his head on a board and the sack falling on top of him. He spoke but once. When the doctor arrived he was declared dead.
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"Things just seemed to go too wrong, too many times." *It is estimated that 20% of the population will experience suicidal feelings in their lifetime. 6.7% will take action to end their own lives. There are many reasons why people may try to kill themselves: perhaps to escape what they feel is an impossible situation; to relieve unbearable thoughts or feelings; or to relieve physical pain or incapacity. Their life may have become too difficult or hopeless because of external events like debts or insecurity, a relationship break-up or the symptoms of a mental health problem. These family members deserve our sympathy for the emotions, thoughts and agonies that drove them to their untimely ends. * From one of comedian Tony Hancock's suicide
notes. Those family members who took their own lives include;
The following article is grim in many respects, and perhaps appears
to report conditions that appertained to suicide only in years gone
by? But there can surely be no doubt that today young people are
still at risk of similar abuse that might drive them to such
extremes? We can only be grateful that the desperate acts of such
victims should result in treatment and support rather than a
criminal trial for attempted suicide. The Coleshill Magistrates had before them on Wednesday, a case in which Mary Elizabeth Lynes (16), of Coton End, Nether Whitacre, was charged with attempted suicide. The principle witness was Samuel Lynes, the father, who is a labourer employed at Kingsbury Colliery. Some time ago he was left a widower with seven children, and the care of the whole household fell upon the prisoner. A fortnight ago, the father gave her 1s.6d. with which to pay insurance fees, and on his finding out, on March 4, that she had only paid 9d. of that sum, he, according to his own story, got a whip and thrashed her with it, striking her eight or nine times across the back and shoulders. She then went into the house, but immediately ran out, across the garden and field, and threw herself into the River Tame, where the water was 3ft 6in. deep. He dragged her out. He knew his daughter had threatened three or four times to commit suicide, because he had thrashed her. He thought he had so dealt with her three times in the last six months. He earned 20s.10d. a week when in full work. Prisoner crying bitterly told the court, she was sorry for what she did. She spent the 9d. on bread and tea for the house. She had had sufficient to eat, though the family did run short sometimes; but on the Sunday she thought that, rather than be beaten again she would commit suicide. The Chairman (Mr. G. D. Wilmot), cautioned the father that if he punished the girl again he would be severely dealt with. Both the prisoner and her father were bound over.
Frank Conibear: Hunter, Inventor, WriterRelated separately to our Heards and our Labbetts, Frank Conibear was born in Plymouth England on August 23, 1896, and migrated to Canada with his family when he was three. Childhood Scarlet Fever left Frank almost totally deaf. By 1912 the family had travelled across Canada and had settled in Fort Resolution on Great Slave Lake, becoming the first independent white family to settle in the Northwest Territories. In 1916, the Conibears relocated to Fort Smith. Frank started trapping around the Talston River, extending his operations gradually further into the wilderness. In the summer he varied his work, acting as a guide for mineral and survey crews; he became one of the first Fire Rangers for the Northwest Territories, and he worked as a river man and boat pilot. In 1923, he met and married Cecelia Powell, and they set up home in Fort Smith where they established a hotel and cafe. But in the winters Frank would return to trapping. Whilst engaged in operating his trapline Frank became concerned with the use of leg-hold traps. He considered it to be not only cruel but costly for trappers. He began work on a replacement to the leg-hold trap.
He wanted to design a trap that would kill trapped animals instantly, rather than causing them horrendous injuries, pain and too often a lingering death. Frank and Cecelia had five children, so with no school in Fort Smith, Cecilia and the children moved to Victoria, British Columbia in 1935. In 1942 Frank suffered a serious injury to his back while trapping, and was obliged to give it up. He joined the family in Victoria. He had always kept careful notes and records on his trapping expeditions, and by 1944 he was using his observations to create pamphlets and books about the forest animals. Devil Dog was based on one of his own dogs. The Wise One, a story of a black beaver and his life, was his best known book. He sold the rights for that to Walt Disney, and it was later made into an hour long TV show. But he continued with his work on the humane trap. With each attempt he made improvements to its workings. By the 1950s, he had perfected his design, and in 1958, a company began mass production of the Conibear Trap which was ultimately utilized by most trappers. He died in March, 1988 at the age of 91. According to daughter Elsie, the name Conibear appears in the Canadian Dictionary because of this Humane Trap that Frank invented. He would perhaps be saddened by the fact that over the years changing lifestyles and careless usage have meant that many animals, including domestic pets, have suffered in the trap, in sad contrast to Frank's intentions. Award for Joseph SharlandOn September 10 1907 a young lady holidaymaker, despite being warned against it, ventured too close to the pier at Teignmouth when bathing in the sea. She was taken by the breakers, and although a good swimmer, began to panic, and call for help. Joe Sharland was the pier caretaker, and on duty at the time. He seized a lifebuoy, jumped into the sea, and swam to the young lady, whom he was able to hold up. He was joined by Percy Foster, the secretary of the Swimming Club. The two men continued to support the young woman despite the battering waves, until the Coastguards could launch a boat from the beach, and brought the woman onboard, apparently none the worse for her experience. The same could not be said for Joe Sharland and Percy Foster, as they had been thrown against the piles of the pier, which were covered with barnacles like knives, and the two men were badly cut up.
This was not the first time that Joe Sharland had pulled someone in trouble from the water; mention was made in the local Press that he should be recognised for his valour. The family were from Mid-Devon but Joe's father and other family members had moved to South Devon. It is possible that Joe had been sent to Mount Edgecumbe Industrial Training Ship in Plymouth as a youngster. At some time he became proficient with boats, and worked on yachts and as a boatman before becoming the Teignmouth Pier Attendant or Caretaker in the early years of the C20th. By 1932 he was being described as Assistant Pier Master. He certainly became known as a Teignmouth character, as the caricature below implies. On 6 January, 1908, at the open sessions of Teignmouth Magistrates Court, Major H.A. Schank, honorary secretary of the Royal Humane Society, asked the Chairman of the Magistrates to present Joseph Sharland with the Society's honorary testimonial on parchment, for his courage and humanity on 10 September 1907 for having gone to the rescue of Mary K. Snell who was in imminent danger of drowning off the pier at Teignmouth. On receiving the parchment from the Chairman, Joe said that "he had done his duty, and should be ready to do it again if occasion required it". |
HORRENDOUS MURDER OF A COUSIN |
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Charles James Daw, a cousin on both
my maternal and paternal line, sailed from Liverpool on 9
March 1893, on the SS Sardinian, bound for Halifax, Nova
Scotia, and his onward destination via the Canadian
Pacific Railway was Whitewater, Manitoba. He purchased a
farm near Whitewater and settled there, well regarded by
his neighbours. Charles farmed his land with an older
man, Jacob Smith, 45, and they were helped by hired-man
W.W. Jackson. In the late 1890s a pleasant young man named
Walter Gordon arrived in Whitewater from Ontario, seeking
menial work for a while, which was to include some time on
Daw’s farm. He left the community in 1898, only to return
in 1899 announcing that he had struck it rich while mining
in New Mexico and had sold his half share of the mine for
$5000. It happened that in 1897 Charles had suffered a
period of ill-health and had returned to his family in
England. This trip prompted a decision to sell the
Whitewater farm and live in England with his
parents. Given Gordon’s proclaimed wealth, the people of
Whitewater were not surprised when Daw announced to his
neighbours he was accepting an offer from the
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Daw told neighbours on July 31, 1900, he intended to attend the Brandon Fair and afterward proceed to England to visit his ill father. Gordon’s acquisition of the farm made it possible for Daw to make the journey to the Old Country. For some weeks nobody was concerned about the absence of Daw and Smith. But in time friends began to wonder about their silence, and sought answers from the man who had bought their farm, Walter Gordon. The more they probed, the more Gordon’s statements raised suspicions. He could not produce the documents giving him title to the land. Documents that he did produce looked like forgeries. Smith had disappeared owing money to the local grocer – most unlikely. Daw had disappeared without finalising the sale with his lawyer. Supposedly having been taken to Brandon Fair by Gordon, nobody could recall having seen Smith or Daw there, or could provide information about the whereabouts of the pair. Gordon’s claim to have drawn the money from a local branch of the Union Bank was found to be false. Finally the Chief of the Manitoba Police initiated investigations and a search for the missing men. 50 men were recruited to search in the vicinity of the Daw Farm. And there, in a dried up well 75 meters from the farmhouse, they found the badly decomposed bodies of Daw, Smith and Smith’s pet dog. Daw had been shot in the head with a .32 weapon, and Smith had been shot in the neck with a shotgun. Unsurprisingly, Gordon was the prime suspect, reinforced by the fact that he had disappeared, thought to have escaped to the USA. Bulletins describing Gordon were sent out to police departments across Canada and the U.S., offering a $300 reward for his capture. That was increased to $1000 over time, as Gordon proved to be elusive. |
There were sightings of men
resembling Gordon throughout Canada and the USA, but all
were false leads. In fact he disappeared by enlisting in
the US Army under a false name, and served at Fort Meade,
South Dakota. While there he heard that the Canadian
Mounted Rifles were recruiting a contingent of Canadians
to fight the Boers. Shipping out to South Africa seemed to
be a good opportunity to evade his pursuers. He deserted
from the US Army, fleeing to British Columbia where he
joined the Canadian recruits as Trooper John Gray. Even as
the South African
contingent had reached Nova Scotia, and were soon to embark
for S.Africa Gordon was arrested in Halifax, Nova Scotia,
on January 21, 1902. It is not certain how he was
captured; it was suggested that an unknown former member
of the RCMP recognised him from his wanted posters when he
saw him among the troops preparing for South Africa. He
was escorted back to Manitoba. His
preliminary trial began on 12 February 1902. The court heard from witnesses who had seen Gordon with Daw around the time of his disappearance. A neighbour told of hearing gunshots from the Daw farm. When he confronted Gordon, he said he’d shot a dog worrying a horse. The attorney who had been dealing with the farm sale told how Daw and Smith had ceased participating in negotiations, whilst Gordon continued dealing with him. Daw seemed to have disappeared. Banks and attorneys swore that Gordon had no funds to purchase the farm, despite his assertions to the contrary. Many of his statements were shown to be lies. |
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Most incriminating of all was the sworn testimony of constables that when they had escorted the prisoner to Manitoba, he had confessed to the double murders. They warned him that his words would be used in evidence, but he persisted with his confessions. Gordon’s appearance before a grand jury for two counts of murder was held on March 26, 1902, at the Brandon Assize Court with Justice Joseph Dubuc presiding. The jury found sufficient cause to bring the case to trial. On April 2, Walter Gordon took his place in the prisoner’s box in the Brandon Courthouse with Justice Joseph Dubuc again presiding. During the two earlier proceedings, Gordon had not admitted his guilt and entered a not guilty plea at the Brandon trial. Virtually the same list of witnesses from the preliminary trial retold their testimonies at the double-murder trial. In his defence Gordon tried a plea of self-defence. Then his father gave evidence that insanity ran in the family, and that his son had shown signs of madness. The insanity defence tactic failed. After just 20 minutes of deliberation,the jury's foreman announced their unanimous guilty verdict. Judge Dubuc, who pronounced the ultimate penalty the next day, described the crime as “most cruel and without provocation or excitement ... He had done the act deliberately in a most premeditated manner” and “after a fair trial had been found guilty.” The hour of execution arrived on June 20th 1902. Some 150 people had tickets to witness Gordon’s execution, in the southeast corner of the Brandon jail yard. At 8:04 a.m., Sheriff Henderson, followed by jail governor Acton, chaplain Rev. Henry, “quoting in clear tones the Lord’s Prayer,” and Dr. Anderson, assigned to confirm the prisoner’s death, preceded Gordon as he mounted the 18 steps to the top of the scaffold. Gordon was attended by two jail guards, followed by John Radclife, Canada’s official executioner. Once over the trap door, Gordon had nothing to say when asked, and a black cloth was placed over his head. Radcliffe took a quick step and pulled the lever. The thick rope tightened in an instant and Gordon’s body went crashing through the trap. There was a straining sound, and a sharp jerk and that was all. Gordon had paid the penalty. Cousin Charles Daw was buried in Boissevain and Morton Cemetery, Boissevain-Morton, Manitoba. He never made the planned return to Crediton. |
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My 3rd cousin, once removed, of the
Crediton Berry and Bellringer branch of my maternal family, Marjorie
Gibson, married a writer, Adrian Bell. Adrian was born in
Lancashire, grew up in London, and was educated at Uppingham
School in Rutland, where during the First World War, with all
the young masters serving at the Front, the elderly teachers
drafted in were unable to maintain discipline, and Adrian had a
tough time there. Afterwards poor health (he suffered from
headaches throughout his life), and his father's
stubbornness kept him from university. He had a strong desire to
be a poet. Despite this, he found himself instead being shoe-horned into
journalism. His father was the deputy editor of The
Observer, so Adrian worked in his father's office.
That unhappy "apprenticeship" ended after about a month and he
was happy to leave. But he pursued his poetry. Leading what was described as
a Bohemian life in Battersea, one day he happened upon a small ad in
the Daily Telegraph - a Suffolk farmer was advertising for a young man as a
farming apprentice for a year. The poet in Adrian heard the call of the
Suffolk countryside and he decided that he could manage the
farming that went with it. Farmer Savage agreed to take him on,
perhaps with some reluctance, as Adrian's father had to pay
rather more than he expected to recompense the farmer for Adrian's obvious
lack of an agricultural labourer's physique. In any event, the
1921 census finds Adrian Bell at Great Lodge, Hundon, Suffolk,
his occupation "Farm Pupil" living with farmer Victor
Savage and his wife Martha. He took to the life, and could see
that he had found his vocation. After his apprenticeship
he bought a small farm, and started farming on a modest
scale, helped by his family. There were
obstacles to overcome. He was not skilled at the financial
aspects of farming. And this was a time of the Great Slump. Eventually economic conditions put an end
to his own farm. Living with his mother in Sudbury instead of
working on his own farm still, he began writing a fictionalised account of his
experience as the farm pupil, which became his first books -
the trilogy Corduroy (1930), Silver
Ley (1931) and The Cherry Tree (1932), describing life on the land in East Anglia.
He was encouraged by his friend, the poet Edmund Blunden.
It was in 1929 that his father was lunching with a friend from
The Times, who was bemoaning the fact that The Times was
losing readers, attracted to other quality dailies by the new
craze copied from American newspapers where it was a popular feature -
the crossword. Though Adrian had no experience or interest in
such a thing, his father assured his friend that his son could
create crosswords for The Times. Perhaps the three guinea fee
was too much of a temptation, for Adrian took on the challenge, and
compiled the first ever Times crossword, that was published in
the Sports Pages of The Times on 1 February 1930. It is said
that his crosswords were the first to feature cryptic clues.
The newspaper became an avid client for his puzzles.
At about the same time, when visiting his father, who was staying with Adrian's Aunt Mabel in London, he met a boarder there - our cousin Marjorie Gibson. She had been born in South Africa, the daughter of Lieutenant Gibson, a bandmaster in the Life Guard, and our cousin Alice Bellringer. Marjorie was working as a secretary in London and had found lodgings with Aunt Mabel in Pimlico. Adrian was smitten. But before he could propose, to his dismay, she was sent to stay with her aunt in the USA . When she returned in 1930 Adrian proposed and they were married at the earliest opportunity, in January 1931. Perhaps to their surprise, Adrian's novels were proving to be very successful, though the couple lived in often very basic, but perhaps to them romantic, dwellings. Continuing to write books, he also worked as a freelance journalist despite his adolescent misgivings about that role. But his ability to engage his readers with his perspective on farming and rural affairs proved very popular, in his periodical and newspaper pieces as well as his books. Adrian and Marjorie settled into married life, and began to raise a family, living in several rural settings and eventually returning to Suffolk, all the while Adrian writing his books portraying rural England. Even after the outbreak of war publishers could justify printing Adrian Bell's new titles, despite the shortage of paper. For despite the dark days that many servicemen suffered, Adrian's writings apparently brought rays of sunshine into their lives. He began to receive letters from soldiers on the front who had been obliged to abandon many of their possessions, yet somehow managed to retain their heavily thumbed copies of Corduroy, or some other Bell work, that summoned vivid memories of England's countryside. And POWs in the camps in Italy and in Germany wrote to him to tell how precious his writings were to them in their bleak surroundings. In 1943, when a local farmer was threatened with eviction as his farm was failing, Adrian bought the farm, and agreed that he should farm it, but allow the threatened farmer to stay on and help. By then it was 15 years since he had farmed, and he didn't see eye to eye with the previous owner regarding the best way to farm. But in wartime Britain farms worked to demanding standards and he was conscious that his predecessor had rather let things slide to a run-down state. There was plenty of help available to him as Italian and German prisoners-of-war were sent to work on the farm, and of course, Land Army girls. It took Adrian a while to re-acclimatise himself to farming. And his mind inevitably was also on his writing and his crossword compilation. Determined to follow his more traditional approach, he did make mistakes. But he got through the war as master of his own farm. After the war he lost the help of Land Army and POWs. The Post-War years brought poor harvests, ill-health and a need for more income than the farm could generate, so in October 1949 he sold it. In 1950 he was contracted to write a weekly article for the local paper, the Eastern Daily Press. His crossword work continued, and he was still writing his novels. But the world became a different place in the 50s. Adrian's rural England was not so popular in the modern world. His books sold, but not in the numbers of previous years, and publishers were reluctant to take them. But he continued to have books published until 1976, achieving 22 published works, plus a volume of poems, and an anthology of others' writings that he edited. He continued with his weekly articles for the Eastern Daily Press, and continued compiling crosswords for The Times - almost 5000 of them in total. He died on 5 September 1980. Marjorie died in 1991. |
In 1919 Agnes was sent to Cape Mount, Liberia. She was based at the
Bethany School there, with 15 teenaged boarders and about 100 day
pupils. As well as teaching at the school, and teaching small classes
of infants in more distant communities, she had to preach at
missionary meetings in the local village. It was very much
training on the job, as Agnes was obliged to manage circumstances as
she encountered them, helped by locals and the other missionaries.
She learned something of the local Vai dialect, made journeys into
forest and bush to distant villages, and even to neighbouring Sierra
Leone, a journey of several days on foot and by boat. After a while ,
despite her misgivings about her medical skills, Agnes was obliged to
take over the running of the hospital and the dispensary for a while,
averaging only two bed cases, but with up to 5o dispensary cases
daily. Patients included everything from bad teeth to a woman with
leprosy who was isolated in a nearby field hut. For three
months, with some missionaries on leave and others moving to new
posts, Agnes was the only missionary on the station. During this
period she confronted the hostile opposition of a charismatic
revivalist sect, luckily without suffering the threatened violence.
Her absent colleagues returned, and in December 1921 Agnes left the
mission post and Liberia. She was suffering from malaria and on the
verge of a nervous breakdown. She sailed back to England on the SS
Bodnant, arriving in Liverpool on 31 December 1921. She stayed
with friends, the Bakers, in Upper Norwood for some 5 weeks before
sailing back to the USA on the SS Cedric. She settled in the
Deaconess House in Philadelphia, and decided then that she wanted to
dedicate herself to the religious life. At first she sought to be set
apart as a deaconess.
Agnes pursued her vocation further by becoming a nun, entering the novitiate of the Convent of the Community of St Mary, Peekskill, New York in November 1926, and being received into the Order on 21 September 1929, as Sister Mary Oliva. She was sent to Sagada in the Philippines in 1936., to resume her missionary work.
The mission worked with the Igorot tribes in the mountains. As well as teaching the youngest children, by 1837 Sister Mary and the other nuns were asked to teach the sacred studies to the High School students. She wrote that things in the mission had gone fairly smoothly, until the Japanese attacked the USA, and occupied the Philippines. The Sisters were taken into Japanese internment in May 1942, and were imprisoned at first at the former police barracks at Camp Holmes near Baguio. Agnes was philosophical about her internment. The missionaries suffered the hardships of deprivation of freedoms, food, company, communication with the outside world, but Agnes claimed that it was an opportunity for her spiritual and intellectual growth, having time to study. They endured cockroach infestations, and flooded quarters when the rains came. But the missionaries did not suffer the brutality that was inflicted on military and other prisoners. Space was at a premium in the overcrowded quarters, but at Baguio the Japanese allowed the American civilian internees take charge of the daily running of the camp. At first the sexes were separated which was hard on the families, and the crowding and constant presence of so many internees preyed on the nerves, and the screaming and crying of children was wearing. As the time passed, food rations shrunk, and daily life grew harder as the Japanese began to evidently be losing the war; they became edgy and more repressive. Then on December 29, 1944 the women and children were ordered to assemble before being put on trucks. The local Igorots feared the worse for their friends. But in fact they were transported to Manila, where they were interned in the Bilibid prison. The conditions there were filthy and disease ridden. There was little food in Manila, and the internees made do with rotten vegetables and mouldy corn. At first they removed the weevils from the corn, but then realised they were the only protein they were likely to receive, so they left them in. Within a week several internees including some of the sisters were sick with dengue fever. Then they discovered the water was poisoned. The men had to dig several wells to get access to safe water, though it could not be drunk without first being boiled. But Sister Mary seems to have endured all hardships stoically, strengthened by her Faith.
The end of Japanese occupation came suddenly, the Japanese guards filing silently out of the prison, and in no time American tanks were rolling through the city. There were major changes for the internees - much more and better food, and the opportunity to leave the prison with a pass. But internees of a sort they remained, and the war continued, with snipers active in the city. Rumours that Bilibid was to be bombed caused the women and children to be evacuated to a shoe factory for a day. When they returned to Bilibid what meagre possessions they owned had been looted by the Fillipinos. They continues saying Masses whilst outside mortars dropped, and the sound of machine guns could be heard. One morning a bomb dropped very near their end of the building, but the Sisters survived. Soon they were moved to a camp at Santo Tomas University. A few days later their repatriation began. They boarded the S.S.Ebberle, and landed at San Pedro, California on May 2 1945. Sister Mary Oliva's account of her internment can be downloaded here.
In 1946 Sister Mary Oliva returned to missionary work at Sagada.
The Convent and the Church had been reduced to rubble. War had
taken its toll of the Igorots, and the Sisters were asked to open an
orphanage. Many of the children were badly malnourished, and it took a
year before they began to recover. The Sisters resumed their High
School teaching, their work with the Women's Auxiliary Group and
training the Sisterhood of St Mary the Virgin.
Sister Mary Oliva's
foreign missionary work ended in 1957. She retired to the convent at
Peekskill, New York, where she continued with convent duties until her
death at age 92, in 1982. Her ashes are interred in St Mary's Convent
cemetery.