Gallipoli: Tom’s Story

This post is dedicated to the memory of my great great uncle Thomas Alexander Gillanders, who was killed in action one hundred years ago today, and to those who fought alongside him at Gallipoli.

Tom was a native of Inverness and the eldest of eleven children. He was a much-loved brother of my great-grandmother who fondly recalled the time he took her on a trip to Edinburgh when she was thirteen years old. He had recently spent some time working on a farm owned by cousins in Winnipeg but had returned announcing that he did not want to face another Canadian winter and had decided to try New Zealand. His father decided that the whole family would emigrate, as the other sons would likely follow Tom eventually anyway.

Thomas Alexander Gillanders (8 April 1881 - 25 April 1915)

Thomas Alexander Gillanders (8 April 1881 – 25 April 1915)

The family left for New Zealand in 1908 and in 1910 they bought land near Te Kuiti, in the Waikato, where they lived in tents while building a house and clearing land for a farm.

My great-grandmother was training to be a schoolteacher near Auckland when war was declared in August 1914 and soon after she heard that Tom had enlisted with the 16th Waikato Company, Auckland Battalion. The story passed down through my family is that at the age of 33 he had joined up to look out for the younger boys from the district. A number of others from Te Kuiti would serve alongside him at Gallipoli.

My great-grandmother enjoyed catching up with Tom while he was stationed in Auckland and later wrote down details of this precious time she spent with him.

“Tom came to Auckland with the 16th Waikato regiment stationed at what is now Epsom show grounds, before Greenlane Hospital was thought of. Tom would send telegram to me, “Meet me post office tonight”. We would go to tea in tea rooms, have a trip across ferry to Devonport and talk together.

One Saturday I went out to the camp and saw his tent and had cup of tea in it, then came the parade in Domain before embarkation. The day before I had my last telegram to meet him. We had tea together, then he swung himself on to back of tram after saying “Goodbye Kath, see you when I come back again”. Mrs. Hardy came with me to big parade, we stood near fence as soldiers marched past and Tom was looking sternly ahead, then suddenly turned his head and saw me and smiled, such a smile!”

Tom wrote a letter to his mother while the troop ship was anchored in the stream, waiting for the long voyage to begin. Carpenters and plumbers were frantically at work installing ventilators and electric fans, as well as framework for a giant awning over the exercise deck to shield the men from the worst of the heat in the tropics. The previous day Tom had been stabbed in the left side of his stomach with a needle to inoculate him against typhoid fever, the doctor breaking the needle in the process.

“The pilot has come aboard and we are getting ready to start – I have come below to finish this note. All the effects of the inoculation have worked off but I guess some of us will have had another kind of sickness before this time tomorrow but Mother I will now conclude with last love to everyone and remember me to the Waiteti neighbours. Au revoir and God bless you.”

The men were expecting to head for Europe but instead disembarked at Alexandria, Egypt. Tom wrote to his mother on 18 December 1914 from Heliopolis:

“Owing to the Turkish trouble we were landed at Alexandria instead of going home and our camp is about eight miles north of Cairo with which we are connected by rail and also tramcar about a mile from the camp.”

He also described his journey through the Suez Canal.

“We did not see much of the Suez Canal coming through as we came through at night but as it is all sand on both sides we did not miss much. The only thing of interest was in passing the camps of Indian troops who are stationed all along the canal to protect it from raids from the Turks and Arabs and there has been some slight skirmishing around about there. All the ships had search lights fitted on their bows going through the canal and that lit up the camps as we passed. All the troops turned out as we passed. At one camp a Pipe band turned out belonging to an Indian Batt. and they could play the Pipes as well as any Scotsman.”

Once in Egypt the New Zealanders set up camp and continued their training, this time in the desert. Tom wrote about how cold it was sometimes at night when sleeping rough during exercises and how his boots were struggling to hold together after so much training in the sand. He must’ve made a good impression on his superiors as while in Egypt he was promoted to Lance Corporal. Continue reading

A Short History of Whale Strandings in New Zealand

At the top of the South Island a sandspit stretches out with the wild Tasman Sea on one side and kilometres of mud flats on the other.  This is Farewell Spit, New Zealand’s most notorious “whale trap”.  It acts as a formidable obstacle for pilot whales, which frequently strand there in large numbers.  On Friday a pod of up to two hundred stranded there – volunteers worked tirelessly to save as many as possible but tragically over half of them died.

A while ago I decided to spend some time looking into the history of whale strandings and how New Zealanders have responded to them.  While researching the topic I stumbled upon the unexpected and remarkable story of an albino whale that washed ashore a century ago.

Farewell Spit © Lemuel Lyes

Farewell Spit
© Lemuel Lyes

Farewell Spit is a special place for me.  Over the years I’ve enjoyed many vacations near the base of the spit in my family’s much loved holiday home at the nearby former-coal mining town of Puponga.  My family have been regular visitors to the area for over fifteen years yet have never witnessed a mass stranding, in fact we sometimes joke that perhaps our presence acts as a good luck charm and that the Department of Conservation should pay for us to stay there permanently.  My parents recently enjoyed a holiday up there and continued the tradition by leaving a matter of hours before the most recent stranding.

The unfortunate reality is that whales have always stranded at Farewell Spit and likely always will, however, one thing that has changed is how people respond to them.

Inside of Farewell Spit, where pilot whales frequently strand © Lemuel Lyes 2014

Inside of Farewell Spit, taken only a few days before this stranding
© Lemuel Lyes 2014

The sand spit we see today started forming at the end of the last ice age, and is the most recent of a series of spits that stretched towards, and on at least one occasion even reached, the North Island.  Fossil bones in nearby cliffs suggest that whales may have come to grief in this area even earlier, perhaps before there was even a spit, and perhaps before they were even considered to be whales.  Last year scientists from Otago University announced the identification of a fossil found in the Farewell Spit area as a previously unknown dolphin, a possible relative of the ancestors of modern dolphins and whales.  This is a place that seems to have had a long, fascinating and sometimes unfortunate connection with marine mammals.

Thousands of years ago when pods of whales stranded on Farewell Spit there were no people to help or hinder them.  Some of the whales likely refloated at high tide on their own but many became a banquet for gulls.  The spit is still a Mecca for many different species of seabirds.

The first human settlers arrived in the area around 700 years ago and plenty of evidence of their occupation is still visible.  Middens stretch for kilometres along the coastline, the remains of a fortified Pa overlooks the spit from Abel Head and blackened oven stones can be seen right next to where whales still strand today.  Early Māori likely considered such whale strandings to be a gift from Tangaroa, the god of the sea.  Every part of the whales would have been used; the meat eaten; the bones and teeth worked into tools, weapons and adornments; and the oil harvested – perhaps to be used in the manufacturing of paints or cosmetics.

It is hard to imagine what a monumental occasion these strandings must have been for those early communities, and it seems likely that each tribe would have developed customs, protocol and traditions around the arrival of these gifts from the sea.

[Taylor, Richard], 1805-1873 :A dead whale (humpback fish) at Tohora nui with Tareha - about 100 natives assembled to eat it. Length 33 ft. July 5th 1841. Rorqualis antarctica. Cuvier.. Taylor, Richard, 1805-1873 :Sketchbook. 1835-1860.. Ref: E-296-q-025-1. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. http://natlib.govt.nz/records/22867961

[Taylor, Richard], 1805-1873 :A dead whale (humpback fish) at Tohora nui with Tareha – about 100 natives assembled to eat it. Length 33 ft. July 5th 1841. Rorqualis antarctica. Cuvier.. Taylor, Richard, 1805-1873 :Sketchbook. 1835-1860.. Ref: E-296-q-025-1. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. http://natlib.govt.nz/records/22867961

Continue reading

2015 Historical Anniversaries

A belated Happy New Year!  As some of you may have noticed, unfortunately all has been quiet on the ‘History Geek’ front for a while now, partly due to the demands of having a glamorous job in television and partly because much of my research time has been hijacked by a rather unique shipwreck.  More on that another time.  The important thing is that I’m back and have an exciting series of posts planned for the very near future.

This year is a big one for historical anniversaries – so big in fact that there are far too many to list – but here are some of the ones I’ll be keeping an eye out for.  Some are domestic and some are international.  Some are well-known and will be marked with large commemorations, while others are likely to pass with little recognition.

NEW ZEALAND

100 Years ago – ANZAC troops took part in the Allied invasion of Gallipoli.  The centenary of this bloody campaign will be at the core of the continued commemorations of New Zealand’s role in the First World War.  Check out the Ministry of Culture and Heritage’s WW100 site for details on commemorative events you can attend or take part in.

Card sent by New Zealand engineer in Samoa wishing the recipient a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.  1915 Would be a tragic year for many New Zealanders. Lemuel Lyes Collection

Card sent by a New Zealand railway engineer in Samoa wishing the recipient a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. 1915 Would be a tragic year for many New Zealand families.
Lemuel Lyes Collection

150 Years ago – The Second Taranaki War continued and conflict also erupted on the East Coast after the murder of missionary Karl Völkner.  I’ve previously voiced my disappointment at the lack of national media attention given to key anniversaries of this important chapter in New Zealand’s history and don’t have high hopes that this year will be any different.

Williams, Edward Arthur (Colonel), 1824-1898. Williams, Edward Arthur 1824-1898 :Picket at Nukamuru 30 Jan[uar]y [18]65. Ref: A-210-019. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. http://natlib.govt.nz/records/23092286

Williams, Edward Arthur (Colonel), 1824-1898. Williams, Edward Arthur 1824-1898 :Picket at Nukamuru 30 Jan[uar]y [18]65. Ref: A-210-019. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. http://natlib.govt.nz/records/23092286

150 Years ago – The paddle-steamer City of Dunedin disappeared during a voyage from Wellington to Nelson.  It was on the way to Hokitika (where increasing quantities of gold were being discovered).

In another maritime tragedy off the New Zealand coast, the Fiery Star went up in flames and was abandoned by the Captain and most of the passengers.  As there wasn’t enough room for everyone in the ship’s boats a handful of selfless crew volunteered to stay behind.  Miraculously, they were rescued shortly before the Fiery Star sank, however, none of those who took to the boats were ever seen again.

175 Years ago – On 6 February 1840 the Treaty of Waitangi was signed.  European settlement of the country also began in earnest in several regions.  Auckland recently celebrated its 175th anniversary and if you can make it to Akaroa in October you can join in their commemorations as well.

King, Marcus, 1891-1983. King, Marcus, 1891-1983 :[The signing of the Treaty of Waitangi, February 6th, 1840]. 1938.. Ref: G-821-2. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. http://natlib.govt.nz/records/22308135

King, Marcus, 1891-1983. King, Marcus, 1891-1983 :[The signing of the Treaty of Waitangi, February 6th, 1840]. 1938.. Ref: G-821-2. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. http://natlib.govt.nz/records/22308135

200 Years ago – Thomas Holloway King became the first European child to be born in New Zealand.  His christening gown survives to this day and is on display at Te Waitmate Mission. Continue reading

WAKEFIELD AT WASHINGTON: The New Zealand Founding Father Who Set Fire to the White House

The destruction of the White House is a scene most commonly associated with fictional alien invasions or terrorist plots on the big screen, but today marks two hundred years since an enemy force marched on Washington and set fire to the famous residence. This is the relatively unknown yet remarkable story of how one of the junior officers in the force that torched the White House went on to become the founding father of one of New Zealand’s earliest settlements and ultimately met his fate during a skirmish with one of the most revered and feared of all Māori chiefs – Te Rauparaha.

Arthur Wakefield was only ten years old when he joined the Royal Navy in May 1810. The British had enjoyed naval supremacy since their famous victory at Trafalgar, less than five years earlier, but the fate of Europe was still uncertain with Napoleon’s armies waging war across the continent. Young Arthur was about to embark on a big adventure.

Drawing of Arthur Wakefield in uniform. Ref: 1/2-018885-F. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. http://natlib.govt.nz/records/22913980

Drawing of Arthur Wakefield in uniform. Ref: 1/2-018885-F. Alexander Turnbull Library, Wellington, New Zealand. http://natlib.govt.nz/records/22913980

His first service was as a midshipman, a junior commissioned officer, on the only recently launched HMS Nisus under the watchful gaze of his father’s close friend, Captain Philip Beaver.

PORTRAIT OF CAPTAIN PHILIP BEAVER R.N (1766 - 1813) - Wikimedia Commons

PORTRAIT OF CAPTAIN PHILIP BEAVER R.N (1766 – 1813) – Wikimedia Commons

Arthur first saw action during the British capture of Java in 1811. During this campaign he went ashore with Captain Beaver to help man a battery that was laying siege to Fort Cornelis, which was defended by a joint force of French, Dutch and East Indies soldiers armed with nearly three hundred cannons. Heavy exchanges between the two positions resulted in casualties on both sides but after a midnight assault on the fort the British proved victorious.

A quasi-extension of the Napoleonic Wars erupted when the United States declared war on the United Kingdom in June 1812 and launched raids on their colonies in what is now Canada. This was the first time that the United States had ever declared war on another nation. Spoiler Alert: It wouldn’t be the last.

The British were locked in a mortal struggle with Napoleon so initially this new conflict in North America was treated as a sideshow, but things soon changed once Britain and her allies defeated Napoleon and vanquished him to the island of Elba. This freed up British forces significantly and allowed them to redirect more to the ongoing ‘War of 1812’. Among those dispatched was the now fourteen-year-old Arthur.

Arthur had stayed on the Nisus after the capture of Java, continuing to serve under Captain Beaver until his death in April 1813 and then under the command of Captain Schomberg. When the Nisus returned to Portsmouth in March 1814 Arthur’s father undertook to transfer him to the Spartan under the command of his friend Captain Brenton, but when word of this arrangement reached Captain Schomberg he confronted Brenton in Admiralty Hall and remarked that “You shall not have him. As long as I have a pendant flying, Arthur shall be one of my midshipmen.” It appears that Arthur had made quite an impression. The Nisus was preparing to join the North American war when unexpected orders put her out of commission and Arthur transferred to the frigate Hebrus (36 gun), which under the command of Captain Palmer had recently captured the French frigate Etoile. On 10 May 1814 the Hebrus sailed for North America. Arthur was about to have another adventure…

In July 1814 the Hebrus joined the rest of the squadron at Chesapeake Bay. A month later an expeditionary force commanded by Vice Admiral Cochrane and led by Major General Ross and Rear Admiral Cockburn took the war right to the heart of the United States. On 24 August 1814, two hundred years ago today, they attacked the Americans at Bladensburg.

The night before the battle Captain Palmer of the Hebrus joined Cockburn and in tow was his Aide-de-Camp, none other than the fourteen-year-old Arthur Wakefield. They were among only a handful of naval officers who took part in the battle. Remarkably an account of the action from Arthur’s perspective survives, as told to Robert Barrett, a fellow midshipman on the HebrusContinue reading

Shark Week: Wellington 1852

It is a warm summer day and the young city of Wellington is celebrating its anniversary. A military band entertains crowds on the shore as waka and whaleboats compete in races out on the water. After the musical performance finishes a group of soldiers and band members from the 65th Regiment dive into the sea and race each other to the ships in the harbour. Their idyllic afternoon swim is about to take a tragic turn…

This week is Shark Week, well it is for North American audiences who are currently chomping through the popular television event, so to mark the occasion I thought I’d share the largely forgotten story of a tragic shark attack that occurred in 19th century New Zealand.

I work in the television production industry and one of my most recent projects will be premiering in the United States this evening as part of this year’s Shark Week line-up. I’ve been involved in a number of Shark Week shows and they frequently put me in contact with people who dedicate their lives to better understanding these fascinating animals. I’ve had the opportunity to speak with scientists that study them, filmmakers who swim with them and some incredibly brave people who have survived unfortunate encounters with them. You’d think that this might have put me off swimming in the sea but it hasn’t, as I know that attacks on humans are actually exceedingly rare. That and to be honest I never really enjoyed swimming in the first place.

Here in New Zealand we aren’t used to living alongside animals that are capable of killing us; we don’t have wolves, bears, cougars, snakes, crocodiles, lions, tigers or hippos. Our indigenous animals tend to be small, nocturnal and cuddly. We aren’t usually allowed to actually cuddle them but they do look cuddly. Our fauna are feathery, slow, friendly and fluffy – until we get into the ocean. New Zealand’s waters are home to a number of species of sharks that are capable of inflicting life-threatening injuries on humans. Included on this list is the infamous great white shark. I’ve been very fortunate to have the opportunity to come face to face with this incredible apex predator.

Great White Shark circling History Geek © Lemuel Lyes

Great White Shark circling History Geek
© Lemuel Lyes

Fatal shark attacks on humans are uncommon, but they can and do happen. When they do occur the outcome can be tragic and the shock can resonate through whole communities. One such example occurred in Wellington on 22 January 1852.

Nineteen-year-old Johnny Balmer was a member of the 65th Regiment’s band, which had entertained the public earlier in the day. After racing each other to ships in the harbour his companions swam back to shore, but Johnny decided to stay in the water a little longer, about sixty metres from land. A lad in a boat passed close by and called out to see if he needed a ride back to shore but the young musician laughed and replied that he could easily continue swimming for another hour or so, and that he intended to swim back the way he came. Shortly after he uttered those words a shark rushed towards him and the unfortunate soldier shrieked in terror.

The lad in the boat turned and rushed to Johnny’s assistance as the shark bit into his thigh and calf and dragged him underwater. The captain of a nearby ship later estimated that the shark was fifteen feet in length. The water turned crimson red as Johnny struggled in the jaws of the shark. After freeing himself he desperately tried to reach the nearby boat. Incredibly he made it to safety but his injuries were severe and despite the best efforts of his rescuer he bled to death in the matter of minutes.

It was a tragic end to a day of celebration and festivities. The body was brought to shore and the next day an inquest was held at the Thistle Inn. Teeth marks were visible on the kneecap, chunks of the flesh were missing and the wounds were so severe that bone was visible. It was no surprise that the official finding was that “the deceased was killed by the bite of a shark while bathing”. Some nineteenth century accounts of shark attacks seem unreliable but this one was conclusive.

The response to the incident was predictable. Some people set out to hunt the shark with hooks and harpoons. They claimed to come close to catching it but ultimately were unsuccessful. Others blamed the presence of the shark on the arrival of two whaling ships, which were known to throw blubber and offal over the side. This isn’t necessarily entirely far-fetched, as sharks are certainly known to feed on the decomposing remains of whales.

Wellington isn’t known as a particularly dangerous place to swim. It’s better known for its wind than its sharks. The incident in 1852 is thought to be the only fatal shark attack in Wellington’s history. No part of New Zealand’s coastline is immune to the possibility of unfortunate encounters between sharks and swimmers but the odds are extraordinarily slim. There have been less than a dozen recorded fatal shark attacks in New Zealand’s history. You all know the statistic – you are much more likely to be hit by lightning.

If you want to learn more about the history of shark attacks in New Zealand then head on over to this great page at Te Ara. If you are in Wellington then it might be a nice idea to pay your respects at John Balmer’s grave in the Bolton Street cemetery and have a pint in his memory at the Thistle Inn (which was rebuilt after a fire in 1866 but stands on the same spot as the original). You can also read more about the story here or here in the original newspaper report, or check out this fantastic album dedicated to the incident.

© Lemuel Lyes

1914: Fairfield Freezing Works Fancy Dress Ball

One hundred years ago today the Fairfield Freezing Works held a fancy dress ball in the Orange Hall in Ashburton. The men paid three shillings and sixpence each and the women provided the food. They were entertained by the tunes of Terris’s band, local favourites who played everything from waltzes and quadrilles to barn dances. It was an innocent scene and a fairly unremarkable one in a rural New Zealand town, but unknown to those on the dance floor their lives were soon to change forever. Two days earlier, on the other side of the world, an Archduke had been assassinated and the countdown to war had begun.

New Zealand dance cards and ball invitations are one of my much-loved ephemera collections. I started collecting them at stamp fairs and today find them in antique stores, second-hand bookshops and on Internet auction sites. What interests me is the story hiding behind each one.

30 June 1914 Fairfield Freezing Works Dance Card Lemuel Lyes Collection

30 June 1914 Fairfield Freezing Works Dance Card
Lemuel Lyes Collection

Dance cards will often have the details of the dance on the front, and in the centre will have a list of the dances to be held that evening with a space next to each where an attendee would write the names of suitors. There would often be a small pencil attached to the card by string – although the pencils are usually missing from surviving examples.  Presumably long since pinched for use on shopping lists.

Inside of dance card Lemuel Lyes Collection

Inside of dance card
Lemuel Lyes Collection

I have to confess that cards like this one make me a little bit sad. It is common to find cards that haven’t been filled at all, and one can presume that the invitee was too busy to attend or that the card was a spare that was leftover. However, this example has just one dance filled in – resembling what I presume a dance card would look like if yours truly ever ventured to such social occasions.

The Fairfield Freezing works opened in March 1899 and was an important addition to the local industry in Ashburton, a small town on the Canterbury plains. As a child I lived not too far north from there and I remember the shingle back roads and hot dry summers fondly. Like many rural settlements in New Zealand, Ashburton continues to support the local farmers and agricultural industry – fulfilling the same role that it did a century ago. There may be more tractors than horses now but this is still a land of A&P shows, sheep, cattle and still some of the stereotypical stoic ‘she’ll be right’ attitude.

Cooling Room, Fairfield Freezing Works The Cyclopedia of New Zealand [Canterbury Provincial District] 1902 The New Zealand Electronic Text Collection

Cooling Room, Fairfield Freezing Works
The Cyclopedia of New Zealand [Canterbury Provincial District] 1902
The New Zealand Electronic Text Collection

On 26 June 1914 an advertisement for the upcoming ball was placed in the local paper.  As with many such events the gentlemen were expected to pay an entrance fee and the women were expected to bring along something to eat.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIII, Issue 8874, 26 June 1914, Page 1

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIII, Issue 8874, 26 June 1914, Page 1

The day before the much-awaited fancy dress ball was held some disturbing news arrived from the other side of the world.  Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria and Sophie, Duchess of Hohenberg had been assassinated on 28 June 1914 in Sarajevo.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIII, Issue 8876, 29 June 1914, Page 5

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIII, Issue 8876, 29 June 1914, Page 5

On the previous page in that paper you can see another reminder of the upcoming fancy dress ball.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIII, Issue 8876, 29 June 1914, Page 4

Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXXIII, Issue 8876, 29 June 1914, Page 4

I wonder how many of the locals read the news that morning before returning to work on their fancy dress costume, or if perhaps the assassination was discussed between dances that evening. However, it seems unlikely that anyone at the ball that night could have had any idea of just how large an impact that event on the other side of the world would have on their own community. The Ashburton Guardian reported on the ball the next day:

Ashburton Guardian , Issue 8878, 1 July 1914, Page 5

Ashburton Guardian , Issue 8878, 1 July 1914, Page 5

The detail of the ‘”flags of all nations” hanging from the ceiling seems especially poignant. In little over five weeks Britain, and by default, New Zealand would be at war and young men from around the country would rush to enlist and fight. The nations of the world would soon be divided into “us”, “them” and “undecided”.

Statistically it seems likely that many of those young men who had stumbled through the quadrilles and waltzes at the Orange Hall on 30 June 1914 would have fought and fallen in foreign fields. For many of the women who were there that night, the ball could well have been one of their last fond memories of life before the war changed everything and whisked loved ones away, some never to return.

The dance card remains as an innocent snapshot of a rural social scene one hundred years ago, of a community as it was just before it became caught up in a war on the other side of the world.

© Lemuel Lyes

D-Day Anniversary – Portsmouth

Today marks the 70th anniversary of the D-Day landings. Last year I shared some of my experiences exploring Omaha Beach, to mark the anniversary this year I thought I’d share some of my photos from a D-Day commemoration I attended in Portsmouth five years ago.

I was actually in Portsmouth on another historical pilgrimage of sorts; one involving a rather famous ship that once sailed into a rather famous battle with a rather famous naval commander on her quarterdeck. Portsmouth has undeniably strong connections to the history of the British navy going back centuries, but it also played a critical role in the D-Day invasion. It was here that British forces assembled before departing for Sword Beach in Normandy. There is a museum in Portsmouth dedicated to the D-Day landings and it is a central point for British commemorations of the invasion. As luck would have it I was there for the 65th anniversary.

There was a strong turn out of Second World War military vehicles. My favourite display was this mobile canteen.

Vintage WW2 Mobile Canteen on display © Lemuel Lyes 2009

Vintage WW2 Mobile Canteen on display
© Lemuel Lyes 2009

I had met a couple of off duty policemen on the train down from London who were on their way over to the commemorations in Normandy, where they were joining friends who owned a vintage military vehicle. They were friendly chaps who shared a couple of beers they had brought with them and chatted about their upcoming trip. The D-Day anniversary is a big day in the calendar of military vehicle enthusiasts, many of whom also dress up in historical uniforms and fall in alongside other reenactors. The historical re-enacting community attracts people for all sorts of reasons, I had dabbled in it myself when I was a teenager and some of the most dedicated reenactors that I met were those who had spent small fortunes making sure that their vintage jeep had all the historically correct accessories – to the point where it was inappropriate to not dress the part to complete the display.

Jeep on display at Portsmouth © Lemuel Lyes

Jeep on display at Portsmouth
© Lemuel Lyes 2009

Continue reading