Deborah Lundbech's photos with the keyword: uniform

Wedding photo of Ivy Howard and Len Gregory. This is my mother's Uncle Len, my grandfather's brother. His granddaughter, told me that he was a fireman in civilian life and then stayed in London during the blitz in WW2 as a firefighter. In WW1 he was in the Royal Dublin Fusiliers and his dog tags give the number 40877RDF (The following from fulvue on Flickr - thank you, and thanks to art nahpro for infomation, too.) From the National Archives: Description Medal card of Gregory, Leonard Corps Regiment No Rank Royal Dublin Fusiliers 40877 Private Date 1914-1920 Catalogue reference WO 372/8 As the war went on men were placed in regiments according to numerical need, and bore no relation to their own origins. Jocks in English regiments, English in Welsh and so on.

Arthur was engaged to marry Anna Nolan but died in 1918 in the War in France. Ten years later Anna married his oldest brother William who had been left a widower with three children when his wife died from asthma-induced pnuemonia. His youngest child - my mother - was four when they married and Anna became my dearly loved Nana. Some new information from his granddaughter Laura confirming Arthur as a 16th Lancer. Both he and his young brother George (I will post his picture soon) were killed within a month of each other. The following is the card sent to their parents: Gone from us but not forgotten Never shall their memory fade Fell while fighting for their country Now they lie in soldiers graves. In loving memory of Sergeant Arthur Thomas Gregory No 246910, 123rd Batt. R.F.A. Late 16th Lancers Who died of wounds in France May 1st 1918 Although it includes George's information I'll include that when I post his picture. May 1st was Anna Nolan's (Arthur's fiancee's) birthday. Arthur was my great - uncle.

Sent to me by Laura whose grandfather Len was also my grandfather William's brother. This is my grandfather's next oldest brother, Arthur. Arthur, the second oldest son, was killed - actually, died from his wounds. His parents went to find out the status of their son, George, who had also been injured and discovered that both their middle sons (Arthur and George) were dead. One of the countless tragic stories. Arthur's fiancee eventually married his brother - my grandfather, William - but kept a photograph of Arthur in her jewelry box until she died.