“A Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you all at C.G.. We are still quite comfortable and dry. I wrote to Mother to-day and asked her to show you the letter. We gat a present from Princess Mary [see below]. I am sending you the card. All the men got a card from the King and Queen, but the officers did not. I am rather disappointed. Last night it froze a bit and has dried the ground a bit. The C. Company Mess is a very happy affair indeed. The Christmas dinner consisted of beef and rum; very good! So far no mails and baccy was getting a bit short. Luckily Princess Mary’s baccy turned up…….This really is a most interesting old town. There are one or two very old houses and a couple of quite nice churches. One very small one and only about the height of a two-storied house with an enormous spire.
It is getting rather late and I must go to the house of the maker of paints. Had a bath to-day – wonderful the amount of dirt that came off – the first since leaving England. Mrs Land-lodgings doesn’t understand baths. It is as much as she can do to empty the slops. Dad’s cigars were lovely; alas, they are nearly finished. We have come to the conclusion that the best way to pay for our groceries is for the others to pay me. I shall be kept in petty cash and will not have to draw on paymaster. If I get too much I can send you home some. Always have the bill sent with the goods.”
(extract from letter1 to Ashburn Place). “…..From the row there must have been a pretty big show last night. I am second-in-command of C.Company now, having given up the M.G. section. A German aeroplane came over last night, but was bagged further north of us with twoGermans inside.”
Clearly no sign of a Christmas truce in this sector. The “show” was probably the ongoing defence of Givenchy.
The present from Princess Mary was a baccy tin which remains in the family and is pictured below.
“This,be it understood, is a Christmas letter. We wish you all a Merry Christmas. D. Burges and I are, this night, at a railway goods station rather cold and dinnerless and the prospect of being up all night for no reason at all. We had a very tedious journey in the train, also rather cold, but by filling the carriage up with hay we managed to make it very comfortable in the end. We stopped for a short time at a certain place you and I know. It was the terminus of a very pleasant trip we had just before we were engaged, when your Aunt Alys was so amusing. When this row ends we will go back and have tiffin at the same cafe. Now we are in billets in another town. The men are in barracks but the officers are in the town. I am billeted on a maker of paints; my arrival was rather comic. Knowing how much French I can speak you can imagine the scene, I expect. The landlady is very small and rather plain, wife of maker of paints. We had a long discussion as to whether she could give me some space to cook or not. It was eventually decided she could not, so we proceeded upstairs to view the chamber. Quite a nice looking room in which a charming-looking maiden, in an extraordinary dress, was making the bed. The room was evidently hers’s& she was very fed up at having to turn out, and when I could not understand a remark of the land-lady she repeated it at the top of her voice. I expect she will trot back again tonight as I am on this outpost job. Funny world. I took an hour to shave this morning not having to do so since we left England. I have come to the conclusion that a diary is beyond me, because (i) in this division we are not allowed to refer to places in a private diary until the event is a week old, therefore (ii)I should get horribly out of date and become inaccurate. I think that supplementing letters is just as good in the end. Please send me a refill for my oriflux lamp on receipt of this – The lamp is most useful…..”
It is likely that the billet was in Aire. An oriflux lamp was an early electric torch/signalling lamp.
“We are all tucked away in a large shed at a certain place in the pleasant land of France and expect to move up by rail soon. We got dry by degrees on board and were quite comfortable although rough and rather cold for n hour or so. To-day is lovely. Burges and I are drinking Bock in a small brasserie. Two very amusing local soldiers are playing dominoes opposite. I think you had better pass my letters on to Mother and the people at Ashburn Place; I will write to them as often as I can but I don’t imagine we shall get very much chance until we have settled down thoroughly….”
At this stage the Battalion were billeted in Aire in Northern France just back from the Belgian border. On the 20th a number of officers moved up to visit the 1st battalion (involved in the defence of Givenchy) to get their first insight into trench warfare and it is likely that George was one of these.
Welcome to the centenary “blog” based on the letters of EGH (George) Power written home through-out the First World War to his wife Marion. The Gloucestershire Regiment in the War 1914-1918 by Everard Wyrall (www.naval-military-press.com) is also a significant source along with other histories of the Great War.
George was the eldest son of Edward John Power of Etchingham in East Sussex. He was born in Putney on 23rd July 1887. He had four brothers and a sister and was educated at Rugby School. After leaving school he went to RMA Sandhurst. Although there was a family business importing grain from North America. There was also a tradition of service in the Armed Forces. George was a good shot,a skilled horseman, and he enjoyed playing polo.
At Rugby he became friends with Ion Benn whose father was a successful businessman and politician (MP for Greenwich). In the summer holidays George visited the Benn’s on their yacht.
During this time George met Ion’s sister Marion. Love blossomed and George and Marion were married on April 5th 1913.
Having passed out from Sandhurst, George was commissioned into the 2nd Batallion the Gloucestershire Regiment.
In the lead up to the outbreak of war the batallion was stationed in Tientsin in China as part of a multinational force including German forces. By all accounts relationships between the two nationalities were cordial as the picture of the Kaiser’s Birthday Parade indicate.
The multinational force also included Russians and combined exercises took place.
At the outbreak of war the national forces went their separate ways. In September the Battalion along with families returned to England via India on the P&O Arcadia. As a footnote they were accompanied by the mount of Capt Vicary (who features later in George’s letters). “The Sikh”, survived the entire war and died peacefully of old age at Lt Col Vicary’s home in Devon – a true War Horse! Vicary also acquired the Battalion canine mascot “Buller”, by all accounts a powerful bull terrier, who also survived the entire war and joined Vicary and The Sikh in Devon.
The Battalion arrived in Southampton on November 8th 1914 and then moved to Winchester for kitting out and training. On December 18th the Battalion left for France and on arrival on French shores moved to Aire back from the front line. George’s first letter home is on December 20th. Each letter will be posted in “real time” with a brief background. The last letter is posted on 2nd July 1919 which is when the Battalion finally arrived back in England.
The First World War seen through the letters of George Power