Journey

Everybody has a book in them, or so it's said. But it's something else again getting it onto the page and to a place where it might be shared.

I have been writing since I was a young child. Always, my dream was to see my name on the spine of a book. Books gave me life, a dream to live by. Through their portals I could escape so easily into other worlds. Books also saved my life ... yes, really!

This is the story of my books and my journey as an author, including a very personal view of my journey through Life. I hope it will inspire and give hope to writers and readers young and old.

Getting published can be a waiting game. It's hard .. and getting harder. But then sometimes it can happen in an unexpected way and suddenly, we truly are living our dream. And we realise that it isn't after all the winning that is important, but the journey that is ours along the way.

I would love to hear from anyone who connects with what is written here. A signed copy of any of my books is available. You have only to write and ask:

janineharrington53@gmail.com







Friday 28 September 2018

WILLIAM CROMAN 100 YEAR ANNIVERSARY



WILLIAM JAMES CROMAN
1881 – 1918
Commemorating
100-year Anniversary of his death


It was 100 years ago, today, 28 September 2018, that my great uncle, William Croman, was killed in action during World War One.

William Joseph Croman
This is written for him, in memory.

Will’s parents, Mary and Joseph Croman, had known one another in childhood, living almost next door in Castor St. Poplar, Tower Hamlet, London.  When they married in 1879, they moved to the Parish of Stepney. Joseph was a Shipping Clerk working beside his father at the docks.

Joseph & Mary Croman
Just two years on, 1881 was to prove eventful for the Croman family.

It began with Will’s birth on 9 May. He was Mary and Joseph’s second son. The months would have passed happily as they watched he and his brother John Joseph grow to know and love one another, playing happily together.

But then, on 16 November, John Croman – Joseph’s father, the children’s grandfather – was reported ‘Missing’, his wife Sarah and her children bereft.

John Joseph Croman
John anglicized his name from Johanne Kromann when he came to England from Dragos, Denmark, to marry sweetheart Sarah in April 1850, settling in London as a Shipping Clerk and Dealer of Nautical Instruments. Meanwhile, an unidentified body was fished out of the River Thames, off West India Dock Pier, on 16 November, having met death by ‘violent drowning’. The two events of a ‘Missing Husband/Father/Grandfather’ and ‘Death of an Unknown’ remained seemingly unconnected, as an Inquest was held two days later on 18 November, the body laid in a morgue until it was claimed and/or could be identified. For two years the body remained there, according to official Records of the day, until, named as the missing John Croman, finally he was laid to rest. I still find it incredible that the unidentified man found in the Thames wasn’t identified earlier. But it is proven that this is how history played out, while I wonder how beloved wife Sarah and her children ever coped with that event, with the whole family drawn into the trauma.

John William Croman was just 57 years old when he met his untimely and violent death. A sad fate indeed for the boy from Dragos who set out from Denmark to seek his fortune, initially working his passage as a sailor, familiar with boats having helped his own father. Then becoming a Linguist, speaking several languages, interpreting for a variety of passengers.

However, the year of 1881 wasn’t yet done.

On 19 November, while the family were still reeling from Sarah’s missing husband, Will’s older brother, John Joseph, died at just one year, ten months, from consumption.

Was the untimely death of their child and Joseph’s father perhaps the reason the family moved from London to Cheshire while expecting her fifth child, my grandmother?

Born at the beginning of the year his grandfather, John Croman, went missing, later found to have been murdered; Will grew up in London. Then following the death of their fourth child, P. A. H. Croman in 1889 at three years old; the family moved to Cheshire. However, Will’s roots seem to have been in London, because he returned to become a Railway Signalman living in Limehouse, working in the Bow area of London where, to supplement his wages, he joined the Poplar & Stepney Rifles in the Territorial Army. On 3 October 1908, aged 27, he married Eliza Healey. Together they had three children:

William Stephen Croman, 1909-1909, who died at birth,
Gladys A Croman, September 1911, born at Mile End, London;
Doris L Croman, June 1913, also born at Mile End.

When the First World War broke out in 1916, as a soldier aged 33 years old, he became a Lance Corporal (571685), 2/17th Battalion, Poplar & Stepney Rifles.

Following training, his Unit proceeded to France with the 60th (London) Division in June 1916 where he served in the trenches on Vimy Ridge until November that year when he moved with his battalion to Salonika.

Vimy Ridge
Salonika
They remained in Salonika until June 1917 when they were posted to Egypt to take part in the campaign in Palestine throughout the rest of that year, including the capture of Jerusalem. However, in July 1917, as he learned of his younger brother Arthur Birkett's death, killed in action; Will was seriously wounded and sent home to convalesce ... but then sent back into the fray to re-join his regiment in Egypt in 1918.

Seriously wounded Will in convalescence

Egypt, 1918
In May that year, with his Unit, he returned to France where they joined the 30th Division to take part in the fourth Battle of Ypes in August-September, advancing across the Messines Ridge.

William James Croman was killed in action on 28 September 1918 when, on this day, the 2/17th Battalion London Regiment advanced from Wulverghem to capture Ontario Farm and the Kruistraat area, pushing on to the crest of the Messines Ridge near Wytschaete. Given his place of burial and its proximity to Wulverghem, it seems likely he was killed in the early phase or actual advance.

He is buried in Dramoutre Military Cemetery in Heuvelland, West-Vlaanderen, Belgium.

Will's gravestone taken by niece, Celia Wilkinson earlier this year

It was just before Remembrance Day 2007, that I made my own personal pilgrimage to France and Belgium. I wanted not just to see Will’s grave, but also to know and stand in the place where he was killed, to better understand his experience. My Guide with Leger Company was very good in taking me to both, including to Will’s younger brother Arthur Birkett Croman. Directly opposite, within Dranoutre Military Cemetery, is a long white bench where I sat and, glancing up at the clock on the steeple, saw it turn to 11 am. In tune with my thoughts, the clock chimed the hour. It was a spine-chilling moment. I felt Will’s presence. He knew I was there. As I sat, my eyes blurred with tears, these words came from a place beyond …

Graves, like markers,
map lives snuffed out before their time.
Set out in random Regiments
standing on parade:
a permanent reminder
of a country saved.

Next to each a stranger
with a story all his own
buried deep within a field
a long long way from Home.

In the air around them
I feel their Spirit near:
Remember how and where we died
And why we’re lying here.
Please do not forget us,
we didn’t die in vain.
Let our Life and Death have meaning:
one day we’ll meet again.’

Men who died in battle,
brave boys who went to war,
each and every one a Hero
left … on a foreign shore.

 Copyright: Janine Harrington



WILLIAM JOSEPH CROMAN
Died 1918, aged 37 years

Rest in peace
In Memory
Great Uncle to Janine Harrington, Uncle to Celia Wilkinson
















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