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The names of those from Central United Church, serving in the Armed Forces


Asher, Hugh D.
Adams, John C.
Barclay, Tom
Batterton, John
Blackwell. Edmund P.
Douglas J. Blue
Brandt, Henry A.
Brown, Douglas M.
Cawthorn, Wm. J.
Cawthorn, Robert S.
Clements, Gordon H.
Crawford, R. John
Crawford, Delmer F.
Crawford, Douglas S.
Deitch, John L.
Dickie, Melrose H.
Dickie, Richard F.
Dickie. Ross M.
Dowding. Charlotte B.
Earl, Albert D.
Epps, E. Reg.
Evans, Cecil B.
Evans, C. Gordon
Forster, George V.
Fox, Harold
Goodwillie, J. Ross
Gould, Stanley H.
Guinn, Joseph H.
Haight, Marion M.
Hales, Samuel J.
Herdman, Kenneth R.
Hill, William, J.A.
Hughes, G. Douglas
Joynt, J. Robert
Lee, Charles B.
Luke, Eric L.
Lehman, A.R. (Bill)
Lyon, Charles E.
Lyon, John W.
Mains, Thomas
Martin, Hugh M.
Martin, Harold L.
Martyn, Dorothy E.
Mason, Norman
Michener, Ralph
Michener, Keith
Middleton, C. Mack
Morris, Arnold B.
Murray, Douglas F.
Murray, Howard L.
O’Neal, John S
Pollack, John R.
Phillips, Russell R.
Phillips, Donald A.
Rasmussen, N. Virginia
Reid, Douglas, H.
Reilly, Hugh J.
Riley, Kenneth
Roach, George
Rubel, Glenn E.
Scott, Frederic, B.B.
Scott, R. Lorne B.
Smith, John D.
Smith, A. Arthur
Sutherland, Franklin
Swayze, Keith
Tapping, Earl G.
Theal, Wylie, T.
Turner, Charles, E.N.
Wade, Earl G.
Watterson, Gordon J.
Watson, Donald D.
Wing, Peter
Wing, Paul E.
Winmill, R. John
Wyatt, Charles
Zavitz, John M.


Thorold News

[Welland Tribune, 16 April 1897]

A meeting of the members of No. 2 Company, Thorold, who went to the front in ’66 was held at the City hotel on Monday night. The object of the meeting was to petition the Honorable Minister of Militia for some recognition of their services during 1866 and ’70. And also to forward a memorial to her most gracious majesty, Queen Victoria, asking that a service medal be granted to the men who took part in the stirring scenes of those years. Capt. James occupied the chair. Among the members of the company present were: James W. Mawdesley, Geo. Turner, Wm. Martin, W.F. Hartley, Alex Hoover, James Weeks, James Doherty. It is likely a deputation from the company will be sent to Ottawa to urge their claim on the government.

The Thorold company, commanded by Capt. James, went to the front as a separate company, but which at Fort Erie was attached to the 19th Batt., under Col. Currie. The company consisted of fifty-five men and one commissioned officer, Capt. James. Among the men who can still answer the roll call are: Capt. James, Jas. Weeks, Wm. Martin, W.F. Hartley, Peter Steep, James Dale, A.F. Brennan, Alex. Hoover, Isaac McMann, Robt. Bradley, Henry Boyd, J. McNally, Geo. Turner, James Doherty, James Snyder, Wm. Winslow, Harry Carter, Frank Brown, Geo. Newman, David Dale, J.J. McElroy, Wm. Orr, Geo. Grenville, Jas. W. Mawdesley, Pat Steep, David Griffith, Geo. Griffith, Geo. Rimer, Thos. Shay. Jno. Burley, Steve Bradley.


Written and composed by Capt. J .O’Shay, R.C. A.P.C.

Reg’t Paymaster, R.C.A.

Found in my late father Harold Fox’s collection.

1-When you talk of winning battles
And of units where honors due,
Don’t forget the sweating gunner
And the job he has to do.
Don’t forget it ain’t a picnic
When he leaves those shells about
And in spite of aching muscles
In the din you hear him shout

“ “ “ “ “ “ “ “

CHORUS: Get a load of this you Jerries
When you hear the shriek and wail
Dig yourselves down deep ‘cause you won’t sleep
With the third on your tail.
You can brag and sing of Deutschland
And your bloody Siegfried Line,
But you’ll eat each word because the 3rd
Will sink you in the Rhine.

2-Sure you caught Hell in the desert
Don’t forget El Almain
And in Scilly you scattered
Like leaves before the rain,
Rommel made a lot of widows
And we buried all yor dead,
When you stood at Leonforte
God, the ground was bloody red,

‘’ ‘’ ‘’ ‘’ ‘’ ‘’ ‘’.

Tune..On The Road To Mandalay



Your country needs you, the posters cry
Join the Air Force and learn to fly.
So you came here and so did I
To the Manning Pool.

Near bursting was my heart with pride
When I passed through these portals wide
Till “Hyah Sucker” the boys all cried
In the Manning Pool.

And when at night your clothes you doffed
In your bed you climb so warm and soft
One sleeps down and another aloft
In the Manning Pool.

At stores for Arm-Birds, a chap he bags
But I won’t stand there tiring my legs,
Because I found two inside my eggs,
In the Manning Pool.

They told us the allowances were set
Thirty five a month your wife will get,
But she hasn’t got a ruddy cent as yet,
From the Manning Pool.

So at home my radio had to be sold
To buy some coal, ‘cos the kids were cold,
Just because their dads an Airman bold
In the Manning Pool.

On a chunk of steel we file all day
And dream of the day when we’ll draw some pay,
But on pay parade we get sweet B.A.,
At the Manning Pool.

Answer your name the corporal shrieks
But one lad, no, he never speaks.
He’s a hobo who’s lived here free for weeks
In the Manning Pool.

To drum some discipline into your skull
To the Bull Pen-with yells, the air is full,
Where instead of showing, they shoot the bull,
In the Manning Pool.

Some lads are short and some are tall
Some thin, some fat, but one and all
Are that fed up, they nearly bawl.
In the Manning Pool.

For we drill, and sweep and scrounge all day
And then at night we spend our pay
In the riotous living at the Y.M.C.A.
In the Manning Pool.

In uniform other boys look grand
But I’ll get one for I’ll be damned
If I don’t parade like Sally Rand
In the Manning Pool.

So just carry on, and arouse and swear
And when you’re blue, go out on a tear
For the folks at home are proud you’re here,
In the Manning Pool.

But here’s the last thing I will tell
We’ll do our job and do it well
For some day our lads will bomb Hitler to Hell
When we leave the Manning Pool


This Story as Told by Dr. Ryall, of Hamilton, A Surgeon of the 13th Battalion.

[Welland Telegraph, 5 June 1891]

Twenty five years ago Tuesday the battle of Ridgeway was fought in this county, and the following narrative published some time ago in the Hamilton Spectator, although it relates more particularly to the movements of the Thirteenth Battalion, will never the less at this time be very interesting to TELEGPAPH readers.

The first day of June, 1866, was a beautiful summer morning, when my father called me from peaceful slumber, saying that there must be some unusual excitement in the city as he heard the bugle call repeated several times. He then called my two step-brothers, both of whom were members of No.4 company. One was a private, the other carried a bugle. They started then, for the first time, that the battalion had received orders at the previous drill to assemble immediately at call of the bugle. We went down to the armory and there learned that the Thirteenth was under marching orders to repel the raiders. The battalion responded quickly to the call. Those members who were absent on business from the city joined their companions as speedily as possible. Two officers were absent who did not participate in the engagement. Although rumors of hostile intentions were rife, the most remote idea of a Fenian invasion never occurred to me. At that time I had not fully made up my mind to remain a member of the battalion, but when the order to march came I had to proceed in civilian costume, having neglected to procure the necessary military outfit.

The Thirteenth had been drilling for a considerable period and was in excellent order. The general appearance of the battalion was better than it has been for several years since, although it did contain at that time a few members who would scarcely have passed a medical examination. The men were as efficient in drill as indoor drill could make them. They were also fairly equipped for the service which they were supposed then to perform, and which I presume was expected to consist of a few hours’ pleasure excursion. I don’t think that a single member of the regiment from the colonel down ever expected to hear a shot fired on that occasion. Read the rest of this entry »



Hit in the Arm with Shell Fragment

[Welland Telegraph, 6 June 1916]

Will Go back to France. However J. Barratt of Welland, an employee of George T. Wright, was wounded in action on May 1st, by being hit on the arm with a shrapnel fragment. Fortunately he will not lose the arm and he is now resting nicely in a hospital in Aberdeen, Scotland.

In a letter to Mr. Wright dated May 16, he says:-

“I guess you will be wondering why I have not written before. I have been back in England two weeks now. I got wounded on the first of May. A piece of shrapnel hit me on the arm, and it went in to the bone. I had to have an operation to get it out. So I was lucky enough to get back to England. I am in Aberdeen, Scotland, at the hospital, and expect to leave this week to go home on sick leave and then go back to France.

We were in a heavy bombardment when I got wounded. The Germans put over every kind of shell they had. By the time they finished we had no trenches or dugouts left. At night they came over to see who did not get back alive. Well I do not know which address to give you just now, because I shall be moving around. I will let you know when I get settled again.”



[Submitted by B, November 2014]

This is a postcard I recently purchased. No postmark.

Private Dack, son of James King Dack and Effie Hewitt, was born in Leeds, Ontario.

Dear Florence- I hope you are enjoying your self this winter. I hope I will be home soon now as the war is over and I like to get back to see you and all the rest. I suppose you like to know what we are doing well not much but still doing a little. Our board is a lot better now. I don’t think I will be home until June or July but I like to be home by the 24 of May so I could spend the day with you. I will close for this time.

Pte. Wilbert Dack
# 309439
6th Canadian Reserve Battalion
Seaford Camp
Sussex England


[Welland Telegraph, 4 July 1916]

The 176th battalion was notified on Thursday afternoon to go into camp at Camp Borden tomorrow. As a consequence the barracks at Welland, Niagara Falls, Thorold and St. Catharines will be vacant after tonight.

Lieut.-Col. Sharpe, who went to Algonquin Park to recuperate, was summoned home on Friday. He should really have had a longer rest for he is not yet fully recovered but came back to superintend the moving into camp.

All Welland should turn out in full force to give the boys a hearty send-off.


[Welland Telegraph, 4 July 1916]

The departure of the 98th battalion this week to complete their training will touch more homes in the county than any other event since the beginning of the war. It is our first complete battalion and its officers and men are from our own soil.

It is a matter of regret that Welland will not see the battalion on their trip to the east. The boys will go by special train to Niagara Falls on the Michigan Central, and their train will then be transferred to the Grand Trunk to go through St. Catharines and Hamilton.

The city of Niagara Falls is arranging to give the battalion an ovation in which Welland will participate. Mayor Crow and other prominent men will be present to say good-bye officially.

The ladies of Niagara Falls will give to each soldier an elaborate lunch and the city will present tobacco and other gifts.

The Telegraph is not permitted to state when the battalion will leave or its destination.



[Welland Telegraph 4 July 1916]

Mr. and Mrs. George Schram, in a letter r eceived yesterday morning from their son, Pte. Ray Schram, now in England with 86th Machine Gun battalion, learned that their son, Lorne, had been taken prisoner by the Germans. In view of the fact that they had not heard from the boy since May, they had grown to fear that something had happened. Mrs. Schram, who has long been an invalid, was quite overcome on receipt of the letter Monday morning and her condition is critical. A third son, Leland, only the night before had said good-bye to his parents, preparatory to departure for overseas with the 98th.

Lorne, who is a marksman of the first water, went to the front with the Mounted Rifles and was soon given a post as sniper. Because of his skill with the rifle he made a success of his position, and when he went out of action a month ago he had many German scalps to his belt.

All Welland has good wishes for the young man and for the home where proud and loving hearts await his return.