I only ever met one of my four grandparents….my grandmother
on my mum’s side. I could never work out
why she didn’t like us as kids but as I got older mum shared the stories that
aren’t dinner table conversation let’s say, but it all made for some great
laughs and interesting insights as to why we weren’t favored.
It all started with my Grandfather – Henry Montgomery
Foxley-Conolly, yes quite the mouthful really, born and raised in London,
England in with his roots squarely set in Ireland (how could it not with a name
like Conolly). He came from wealthy
stock and so growing up quite grandly with some prestige and privilege. University changed all that – rumor has it
that it was Cambridge; well what can I say except that he had a deep
appreciation for “wine, women & song” rather than his studies and so
brought a fair amount of disrepute on the family, and so tarnishing their good
name!
His family apparently tried a number of remedies, but
finally settled on the least embarrassing and painful for them - they
“banished” him to Australia for the term of his natural life. However there apparently was an “up-side” to
all of this in that if he followed the rules and stipulations he would be
provided with a handsome monthly allowance…
Grandfather Conolly seated front center - Mount Morgan, Queensland - circa 1911 |
So it was under these circumstances that he set sail for
Australia in the late 1890’s. Let’s
face it, by the sounds of it he was a bit of a “jack-the-lad”, and tried his
hand a host of successful and not successful ventures finally settling in the town
of Mount Morgan in Queensland.
He married into a well-known local family, and given his
personal circumstances they were well off and were fortunate enough to have
cook, maid, gardener and nanny for the children. By Australian standards they were on easy
street, however this was also the time that dark storm clouds were gathering in
far away Europe and as England was pulled into the First World War, so was by
definition the Commonwealth of Australia.
Emotions were running high in Australia as many of the young
men clamored to sign up with the first AIF (Australian Imperial Forces) and
head overseas to war and high adventure.
It wasn’t long before everyone realized the terrible price being paid in
the blood of our nation; especially with the Gallipoli (modern day Turkey)
campaign where Australia lost over 8000 men killed and a further 19,000
wounded. With every passing day the
pressure on every able-bodied man irrespective of age was to “sign-up” and do
his bit for his country….if he didn’t then the dreaded “white feather” would
undoubtedly find its way onto your door step or into your hand.
Private Henry Montgomery Foxley-Conolly 49th Battalion, 4th Division First AIF Taken in Sydney prior to embarkation 1916 |
And so on November 11th (how ironic) 1916
Grandfather signed up – age 35. He left
his wife and four young children to head to the battlefields of France and
Flanders with Queensland’s 49th Battalion, 4th Division[†].
He soon found himself in the thick of battle surviving a
number of intense engagements. However
his luck ran out in Feb 1917 being wounded in the face with shrapnel on one
occasion that required convalescence back in “Blighty”. Once back in the field he was again a
casualty in July 1918 this time suffering a gas attack and being temporarily blinded. On each occasion he was sent back to England
for treatment - to two different hospitals for two different types of injuries
where apparently on both occasions he fell in love with a nurse (yes, two
nurses for those keeping count at home) and promised that after the war he
would come back for them (yes, both of them).
Now was it because he was fatalistic and didn’t believe he
would survive the next battle like many of his friends or was he just being
himself and indulging in the fruits of life?
I guess we’ll never really know
for sure.
But here’s where the kicker comes in…..the war ends and he
finds himself both alive and surprisingly well, but rather than head home with
his comrades he decides to demobilize in England (remember the place of his
birth) and take a slow boat to Canada, a leisurely train trip across the
prairies to Vancouver and an even slower boat back home to Australia. It takes
him over a year to get home after the end of the war, arriving to late in 1919
and shows up on the doorstep expecting to be taken back with open arms – which
surprisingly he was. Go figure?? Shortly thereafter Aunt Dorothy was born
(1920) and then finally Mum (1922) the last of six children.
All well that ends well, except that one fine day in late 1928
there is a knock at the door! You can
see where this is going and it isn’t going to be good…. Yes, one of the nurses has tracked him down
and is now standing on the front porch with suitcase in hand after coming out
the 8,000 miles from England in search of her “one true-love”.
The shit truly hits the fan, and after a prolonged argument
from all and sundry both women promptly leave (Grandmother Conolly included). In that instant Grandfather became a single
father with six children to care for and raise, all would have been fine except that the
Great Depression was about to reek havoc on the fragile post WWI world, and clearly all bets were off in terms of an
income from England, they got by like everyone else but were no longer "well off".
Grandfather Conolly at the beach in Queensland just prior to his passing - 1958 |
Mum[‡]
was the youngest and became Grandfathers favorite companion around the garden,
often trailing behind him wherever he went.
As she grew older he often regaled her with the unbelievable tales of
his adventures, both good and bad, ensuring that she knew the stories of his
life much like these are for Zach and Sami.
Sadly he died the year before I was born but I grew up in
his shadow, mum always used to say half jokingly that I was “just like your
Grandfather”. I’d like to think that it
was because of my quick mind, clever wit, easy charm and winning smile, you be
the judge on that one.
Enough said!
Terence - there's a major resemblance between you and your grandfather in the photo of him. You both even have the same hairline! It also sounds like you inherited his adventurous spirit (the travel bit, not the nursey bit).
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