Between the warrior and the monk (i): my father
His DSC, left, was awarded for gallantry in the Barents Sea engagement, for which Cpt. Sherbrooke, on Onslow, was awarded the Victoria Cross, and Rear-Admiral Burnett, on Sheffield, the DSO.
There’s pride there, too.
Gallantry: what a word.
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And the military strain in the family runs deep…
This photo of my parents’ wedding shows, from left to right in uniform, my grandfather Col. Sir Henry Clayton Darlington KCB, CMG, TD; John Wise; my great uncle Gen. Sir Clement Armitage KCB, CMG, DSO; Jan Newnham (best man); my father, Lt. Cdr. OG Cameron; my grandfather Brig. Orford Somerville Cameron, DSO, RA; my uncle Glenton Roslyn Williams; my uncle Colonel Henry John Darlington, OBE, DL; and Rev. Aylmer Peter Cameron, also my uncle.
Quite the gang — and not a civilian among them, although admittedly the photo was taken in 1942.
My varied aunts — brilliant, eccentric, elegant, delightful, take my word for it — are there too.
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So that’s my father, and the pole that pulls me towards gallantry and the martial side of things. The other pole is represented by Fr. Trevor Huddleston CR, to the right of my father in the image at the top of this post.
I’ll return to Fr. Trevor in my next installment.
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Ashutosh:
May 22nd, 2012 at 9:39 pm
Great to know about your background. I enjoy reading your posts. Just one thing, couldn’t resist pointing out. What you mention as ‘Sepoy Rebellion’ was not rebellion or mutiny, it was India’s struggle for freedom. I hope you appreciate that.
Chris:
May 22nd, 2012 at 10:30 pm
Superb post, Charles.
Charles Cameron:
May 22nd, 2012 at 11:49 pm
Hi Ashutosh:
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Yes: I was using the term that I believe my great-grandfather might have used at the time. I have visited the British Residency in Lucknow, and the small British cemetery there… The irony of mourning the British fallen in the heart of a modern Indian city was not lost on me: war is a tragedy for those on both sides.
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Days later, I was in Vanarasi, passing the Manikarnika Ghat just after dawn — death was there, too, with the heavy veil of tragedy perhaps lifted a little. We are, after all, human, mortal, but also capable of some transcendence.
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Thank you, Chris!
zen:
May 23rd, 2012 at 3:33 am
Excellent post Charles!
James Bennett:
May 23rd, 2012 at 3:57 am
I appreciated the post, Charles. My stepfather served in HMS Norfolk, and participated in, among other things, the Murmansk convoys. From what he said, it was a particularly miserable duty, although the appreciation the ordinary Russians at the destination expressed to the sailors was gratifying to them.
Charles Cameron:
May 23rd, 2012 at 5:01 am
Hello, James:
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Family stories say there were four inches of ice on the (inside) ceilings of the cabins on Sheffield, and Norfolk too no doubt. Dudley Pope’s book, 73 North, describes the Battle of the Barents Sea, but the cover image expresses all too clearly the atrocious conditions endured by all who took part in those Murmansk runs:
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My own first impressions of what those convoys must have been like was gained watching the movie of Nicholas Monsarrat‘s The Cruel Sea. I must have been about 10 when the movie came out, shortly after my father died.
James Bennett:
May 23rd, 2012 at 5:08 am
Indeed. One of the less pleasant tasks was being sent up with hammer and chisel to try to pry the accumulated ice off the superstructure, as they were afraid that it would make the ship too top-heavy and more likely to turn turtle.
Charles Cameron:
May 23rd, 2012 at 5:50 am
Heroes.
Bryan Alexander:
May 23rd, 2012 at 2:43 pm
Splendid pair of autobiographical posts, Charles.
J. Scott Shipman:
May 23rd, 2012 at 4:41 pm
Gallantry is a splendid word! Excellent post, Charles! Thanks for sharing your family with us!
michael robinson:
May 23rd, 2012 at 7:01 pm
Thank you Charles, found your post and the contributions extremely moving.
Madhu:
May 24th, 2012 at 12:36 pm
My own first impressions of what those convoys must have been like was gained watching the movie of Nicholas Monsarrat‘s The Cruel Sea. I must have been about 10 when the movie came out, shortly after my father died.
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Only ten, Charles? 🙁
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My varied aunts — brilliant, eccentric, elegant, delightful, take my word for it — are there too.
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I am immediately intrigued….
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(As an aside: For contemporary usage, I tend to use “Indian Rebellion of 1857” because of its neutral language: mutiny or freedom struggle, depending. Your usage makes sense within the context of your post.
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What was it like to visit Lucknow? Has that experience informed any of your poetry?)
Madhu:
May 24th, 2012 at 12:37 pm
Oh, I always forget some things don’t work around here and there is an italics icon to use, after all. Sorry.
Madhu:
May 24th, 2012 at 12:41 pm
As another aside, I have an entire branch of the family from Meerut but they tended to be civil servants within the Raj system. Another branch, rural Haryanvis, well, that branch sent down a very different oral history about that period, as you can imagine 🙂
Madhu:
May 24th, 2012 at 1:05 pm
Now why did I use a smiley after that sentence? That was not meant to be there. The general feeling I get from all of that is not very nice and that, as you said, war is terrible for the people involved.
Charles Cameron:
May 24th, 2012 at 8:43 pm
I’ve fixed your italics and left the smiley in, Madhu.
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As to my aunts, I’ll point you to one I’ve been able to find on the web — my aunt Mary:
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She was a world-class breeder and trainer of labradors, and wrote several books on the topic.
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Ch. Midnight of Mansergh, the first in her line of champions (illustrated on the page I linked above), took absolutely no notice of my Aunt Mary’s young visiting nephew, Charles, until he shot a rabbit with his .410 and she was sent to fetch. Midnight must have thought of it a bit like a job interview — I passed muster, and after that, we were friends.
Dave:
August 3rd, 2012 at 3:47 pm
hi, I could hardly believe my eyes when I read your entry about your father. Those photos of him plus others were sold at auction about 3 weeks ago at Wareham in Dorset. I bought them but have since sold them myself. A father to be proud of and I’m just sorry that I found your article after I had sold the photos.
regards, dave