Category Archives: WW2

Richard James Trebble 1926-1945

Richard James Trebble was born in 1926 to Arthur and Minnie of Woolacombe. The family lived at WaveCrest.

Richard along with his friends, Ray Easterbrook, Alf Yeo, Jeff Skinner and Jack Watts joined the Marine Cadets, which they attended in Ilfracombe each week.  Richard gained some publicity in the local press when he was awarded the Flight Lietenant, Michael Potier Memorial Prize:

“Woolacombe is proud of Cadet Richard Trebble on his being awarded the Flight-Lieut. Michael Potier Memorial Prize as the outstanding cadet of the year of Ilfracombe No. 722 Squadron the Air Training Corps. Mr. S, B. Tatton (head master of Ilfracombe Grammar School, to which the A.T.C. is attached said that Richard Trebble was a foundation member of the school Flight. He came in at the start and had proved himself to be one of the most loyal Cadets, having to make his attendance from Woolacombe. 

Despite travelling difficulties. Trebble had been most regular in attendance, had gained his proficiency certificate and had been promoted to the rank of sergeant. He was keen and cheerful lad, and had carried out his duties in a manner that was a credit to himself; he was great asset to the Flight. Having been accepted by the R.A.F. for aircrew duties, he was now awaiting his call-up. The prize was presented to Sergt. Trebble by the donor. Mr. O. E. Potior, who congratulated him on the success of his training and wished him the best of luck when he joined the R.A.F.”

Sadly only months later Air Gunner Richard Trebble was lost at sea on the last day of war, he had been officially reported missing during a routine flight. The Lancaster Bomber was on a local familiarisation flight lasting only 2.5 hours, the details of what happened are not known, however the seven airman on board were reported missing. Richard is believed to have been tragically lost at sea on his first flight on reconnaissance over the North Sea

In 1946 Mr & Mrs Trebble received an official communication from the Air Ministry “in view of the lapse of time and the absence of further information regarding your son Sergt. R. J. Trebble, since the date on which he was reported missing we very regretfully conclude that he lost his life and death has now been presumed for official purposes to have occurred on 30th October 1945. 

In 1946, the North Devon Journal contained a memorial to Richard: “Fond remembrance of Sergeant Air Gunner Richard James Trebble, Royal Air Force, who failed to return from a practice flight on the 30th October 1945.  In June 1948, a reredos, altar, altar cross and candlesticks were dedicated at St Sabinus Church, Woolacombe in memorial to the men of the parish who lost their lives during the second world war. The candlesticks were a memorial to Richard Trebble and Derek Worth.

Of interest, Richard’s brother Hugh also served during the war years, causing the family much distress and concern when they did not hear from him for some time, it was later learnt that he had been taken to a prisoner of war camp by the Japanese.

In 1944, they received the happiest news to start the new year, in the form of a postcard from their son, Hugh who had been serving in the RAF and had been taken a prisoner of war. Before serving, he had worked as a  reporter with the North Devon Herald, this postcard was the first written message that his parents had received from him.  It had been written a year previously. “My health is excellent, I am constantly thinking of you. It will be wonderful when we meet again. Good-bye, God Bless you. Don’t worry about me. I hope all is well. My love to all; keep smiling’ A further letter sent in 1945, was sent from a Bombay hospital:

“After reaching hospital he was delighted to find placed on his bed half a dozen copies of the Journal Herald! They provided much needed tonic after so long in a Japanese prisoner of war camp,” he stated “much to my surprise, in one of the editions I found that I was in the news, mention of the fact that I had been released from the Japanese. 

Olin Dows A United States Army artist who served during World War II in Woolacombe

“Images are my language”

Olin Dows 1963

Olin Dows was born in 1904 in New York, educated at Harvard’s Department of Fine Arts and later at Yale’s Students League. By his own admission he wanted to paint from when he was 12 years of age and throughout his life would achieve this dream. During his years attending Harvard (1922-25)  he studied art, architectural drawing and portraits – the latter being a skill that would set him up for his future career.

When the Second World War swept across the globe, Olin became a war artist and was one of the few artists commissioned by the American War Department to create drawing impressions of both combat and noncombat in various parts of the world. He would go on to serve in Europe from 1942 until the end of the War in 1945.

Enlisting in the US Army in June 1943, Olin was stationed in Maryland and sent to Officer training school. But he willingly gave this up to become a war artist in Europe. 

He was appointed to be the head of a group of artists who would go on to serve in England. Stationed in Woolacombe, his North Devon assignment was to document scenes of basic training and American troops preparing for combat.

Woolacombe beach was used by the US Assault Training centre, to train soldiers in the art of  amphibious assault tactics. All they learned there would be put to use when they were thrown onto the Normandy beaches on D-Day, 6th June 1944. Those training exercises were captured in Olin’s work ‘On the way to the assault boats, ‘LST landing training’ and many others. 

As he went into battle himself in Normandy, Olin was reported to have taken with him a notebook, a fountain pen, a camera and a carbine. He stayed with his division as it fought through France and Germany, before it finally linked up with the Soviet army. 

Following the war an exhibition of his work titled ‘The Army at War’ toured the United States. 

People Behind the Names Sub-Lieut Derek Worth 1920 – 1941

The Worth family lived in Woolacombe, Frederick, Derek’s father,  worked at the Woolacombe Bay Hotel during the second world war, as their own house had been taken over by the army when Woolacombe was used as a training base for the American Army.  The family had rooms in an annexe of the hotel, whilst their belongings were stored at nearby Watermouth Castle.

A wonderful feature in the BBC’s WW2 People’s War by ‘Woolacombe Girl’, recalls the family and how “Mr Worth proudly brought his son in his newley acquired Pilots Wings to talk to the young men soon to follow in his footsteps. Derek was always popular and highly regarded by his peers”.

Sadly in 1941 during a training excerise in Scotland, Derek would die in a terrible accident. The news was reported on the 27th November 1941 in the North Devon Journal:

Death of Sub-Lieut Derek Worth 

Woolacombe Parent’s Sad Bereavement.

“The parishoners of Mortehoe and Woolacombe extend sympathy in fullest measure to Mr. and Mrs. F. J. Worth of Devonia, Woolacombe in the loss through death of their only son Sub-Lieut Derek Worth of the Fleet Air Army, who gave his life in his country service. He was aged 21.”

His funeral a few weeks later conducted at Woolacombe’s parish church  was attended by the entire village and included a detachement of the Home Guard, Naval Air Arm, Special Police and regular forces.

DODGE, DUNKESWELL AND DISASTER

On May 8th 1945 Nazi Germany surrendered and the Second World War in Europe came to an end. With the fighting over, there was no longer a requirement for hundreds of thousands of Allied soldiers to be stationed abroad. This left military planners with another complex problem: how to get those soldiers back home. 

The logistical operation to bring British soldiers back home was a huge one, especially given the state of the roads and railways in Europe. With shipping also tied up, bringing the troops home by air was an option that had to be considered. This led to ‘Operation Dodge’ being instigated, part of which which involved an airlift of soldiers from the 8th Army, which had fought in North Africa.  

The biggest problem facing planners was a lack of civilian air transport. However, there were huge fleets of bombers available, as they no longer had to fulfil their design purpose.  Some of these aircraft were operated from the RAF station at Dunkeswell in Devon. 

The airfield at Dunkeswell, close to Honiton, was opened in 1943, during the Second World War, as RAF Dunkeswell. The station was originally planned as a RAF Fighter Command, then a RAF Coastal Command airfield, but was transferred for use by American units.

On 16th December 1945 an RAF Lancaster, with a crew of seven, took off from RAF Dunkeswell and headed toward Egypt. Unfortunately, while the aircraft was over Ilfracombe, one of its engines caught fire. The pilot decided to feather the engine, a procedure that involves shutting it down and turning the propeller blades to create minimal air resistance and thus less drag.

With three working engines the Lancaster carried on towards its destination. But then a second engine developed problems, resulting in the decision to turn the aircraft around and head for home. The engine problems resulted in the aircraft gradually losing height and when it was over Lee Bay it became obvious to the crew that a forced landing was going to be necessary. 

The Lancaster came down in Borough Valley, close to Borough Farm. The pilot was killed in the crash, but the other six crew members survived, even though some were seriously injured. Farm workers Thomas Huxtable and Cecil Marsh were among the first people on the scene, helping to pull the surviving six crew members from the wreckage.

One of the aircrew to be seriously injured was Warrant Officer Lawrence Moore, the co-pilot. The extent of his injuries resulted in him losing a leg and being hospitalised for three years. Following his recovery, he remained in contact with the people who had helped save his life and returned to the crash site several times. 

Mortehoe Heritage Museum have a collection of photographs and audio recollections from those who witnessesed the crash to the memoirs of Lawnrece Moore when he returned to the site some years late with his wife. More can be found online or by visiting the museum.

http://www.mortehoemuseum.org.uk

 

Woolacombe Girl Home from America – 1947

North Devon Journal

Thursday 14th August 1947

6000 Miles for visit

Woolacombe Girl home from America

“I am glad to have the opportunity of speaking for those English girls who have made happy marriages with Americans, as I have, for so much has been said of the unhappy ones” said Mrs. Robert E Morgan, in an interview with a “Journal-Herald” reporter on Thursday

Mrs Morgan, with her husband recently arrived on the “Queen Elizabeth” to spend six weeks with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Brown at Glenwood, Woolacombe.

She was formerly Miss Linda Brown, and met her husband when he was stationed at Mortehoe while serving in the American Army. Mr. Morgan is now a chemistry student in the University of California.
“The things that most impressed me in America were the skyscrapers of New York and the vast distances we had to travel” Mrs Morgan continued “When I arrived I was surprised to find that there were some shortages, but they have almost all gone. The average cost of living seems a little different from that in England. The reception I received from my husband’s relatives and friends, both on my arrival and during my visit to Chicago, overwhelmed me.

“I have hosts of friends and can not keep up with the numerous invitations, I prefer living in America to living in England, I cook by gas and have lots of labour-saving devices. The houses have more modern conveniences, including central heating. It is like a British housewife’s dream. I had very little difficulty in adapting myself to the American way of preparing food.”

Mr. and Mrs Morgan travelled 6,000 miles for this visit and came home via the Niagara Falls and Chicago. Their home address is 1,826 Yosemite Road, Berkeley, California.

Another American bride from Colchester lives quite close to Mrs Morgan.

Mr. and Mrs. Morgan will make the return crossing of the Atlantic on the “Queen Mary”

 

Mortehoe Solider in the Dardanelles Operations

 

Mr. A. H. Slee, Headmaster of Morte-Hoe School, has received an interesting letter from an “old boy” of the School – Sapper W. J. Cowler, Royal Engineers, who is with the Dardanelles Expeditionary Force. Sapper Cowler, who is the son of Mr. J. Cowler, of Holmesdale, Woolacombe prior to the outbreak of War held an appointment in the Post Office, being a clerk in the Central Office, Whitechapel, London. The letter is as follows:

Dear Mr. Slee;

Thanks very much for your’s, with kind wishes for my future welfare.

We’ve had a very hot time out here, and there’s plenty of fighting in front of us, but we are here to stay.

When one looks at the cliffs and splendid natural cover here for defensive purposes, one wonders how a landing was ever effected. The only answer to a question as to how it was done would be to say that the landing was forced by the finest then existing regiments in the world. The Infantry fought splendidly, marvellously.

Our Company was split up for the landing, and I, with four others, was transferred to the “River Clyde” which as you have read was purposely run aground to facilitate the landing of the troops. This landing- V Beach- was truly termed the most terrible of all. As we were only about 20 years from the foreshores we had an excellent view of everything that occurred.

Perhaps you would be interested to hear our general mode of living. Being under sheld fire every day more or less, we have to live in dug-outs with a bomb proof roof, if possible. We get plenty of wholesome grub. Menu for day: Breakfast- Bacon, bread, and tea; dinner-Bully beef stew (a mixture of bully beef, dried potatoes and carrots boiled up); tea- Biscuits, jam and tea; Suppoer-Cheese and biscuits. A daily repetition of this gets a bit monotonous, although it is possible to vary it a triffle. For instance, instead of biscuits and cheese for supper we are allowed to have cheese and biscuits.

After describing the voyage out, Sapper Cowler goes on to say: “Would take too long to give a detailed account of our stay at Alexandria. Even by the time I’ve finished this, you will require an occasional reviver to wade through it.”

Sailed on April 8th. We were established in the gymnasium, sleeping on deck. Reached the Island of Lemnos in the Aegean sea on 12th. We lay anchored in a splendid natural harbour there until the 23rd. Was lucky enough about a dozen times, and had a chance of going through one or two of the villages near. The people were dressed like Greeks. The climate there was something similar to that of North Devon. All the wild flowers could have been found in the hedges and fields around Morte-Hoe.

Made out first appearance with Sengalese troops on the Island.

Fire broke out in the Gymnasium on the 14th. Four of our fellows had caught German measles, so bedding had to be fumigated to prevent the disease from spreading. Fumigation candle set light to a blanket, and the whole room was soon blazing away right merrily. Several fellows’ kits were destroyed. Reached Tenedos on the 24th, and were transferred to the “River Clyde”. Landing took place on 25th April, Sunday morning. Shall never forget it.

Please remember to all friends at Morte-Hoe

Sincerely yours,

W.J.Cowler

 

Homecoming of Woolacombe Soldier – Driver Richard Tossell 1943

Grand to be Back

Homecoming of Woolacombe Repatriated Soldier

Tossell

Ambulance Driver Richard G. Tossell, of Glen Villa, Woolacombe was one of the service men repatriated from Italy who reached England recently. He has a wife and two children. He is the son of Mr. George Tossell, of Church Cottages, Shirwell, and before the war was employed as a bus driver on the Barnstaple-Ilfracombe route. On Good Friday Mrs. Tossell received the news of the safe arrival of her husband in the country, and he reached Woolacombe on Tuesday of last week. He was taken prisoner during the enemy’s Libyan attack in the Spring of 1941. He was lavish is his praise of the Red Cross Prisoners of War Fund Committee.

 

“After we had been taken prisoner,” Driver Tossell told a “Journal-Herald” representative, “we were put into a compound fenced with barbed wire and left there for six days and we were fed on half a tin of English bully beef and half a pint of water each per day. The bully beef was taken from the supplies that the enemy had captured, and the water was terrible stuff to drink, because the Italians had poured diesel oil into the wells.

Driver Tossell said that the prisoners embarked from Tripoli for Italy in small cargo boats. “We were battened down in the holds with little room to move. The bottom of the hold was covered with old mattresses on which we could lie down best we could. There was a tub of water into which we could dip our drinking cups. We were kept below until the boat reached Naples, where we disembarked and marched through the streets to the railway state.” “At Naples” Driver Tossell remarked “the people were really hostile and threw rotten eggs and apples at us. Our ultimate destination was a pleasant place among the Alps. It was well known for winter sports, and near the Brenner Pass. The people were quite friendly, and tried to talk to us through the barbed wire fence. They used to cycle from villages for miles around to see us. The good thing at this camp was that we used to receive plenty of Red Cross parcels.”

In October, 1941, Driver Tossell said the prisoners were removed to a camp at Sulmona, situated among the mountains. The camp was surrounded by barren country and there they met Allies from South Africa, Australia and New Zealand.

“From the few words we could exchange with guards and civilians the impressions the Italians had was the the British had got all the food and all the money and the Italians themselves had very little. That was often their complaint.

“ I think the Italian civilians were getting less food than we were. I remember an Italian workman who came to our camp, and all he had to eat was a dry and very poor looking loaf. He had nothing to eat with it. If it had not been for the Red Cross parcels things would have been in a terrible state for us, both as regards food and clothing. Until we received army kit sent out by the Red Cross we were wearing anything we could get.

“in the prison camps we received a large number of books from the Red Cross. When I left the Sulmona Camp the library consisted of 3,000 books, some fiction, and there was also a good collection of technical books. The libraries were made up of books sent by the Red Cross and those received by individuals from their relatives and friends, and were run by men who had been librarians in civvy street.

“We were glad when we entrained for Lucca, where we were transferred to a hospital train. There were Italian Red Cross orderlies on that train to look after us. We arrived at Spezia, in Northern Italy, when the port was bombed. The train was travelling with lights on without the blinds drawn. The Red Cross could not have been discernible from the air. The train made an extra spurt and pulled up in a tunnel. Three sticks of bombs fell near the entrance to the tunnel and the blast shook the train. We remained in that tunnel till daylight and next morning we could see several big fires in the port and near the centre of the city. People came to the tunnel for shelter and we could hear them talking in a very disturbed way.

“When we reached Lisbon the people gave us a great welcome and literally showered cigarettes, fruit, sweets and food on us. It was a great moment when we boarded the boat for England. Red Cross nurses looked after us, and to meet these brave and good women was like a touch of home. We were well fed on the boat and all the way home to England. We hardly knew what to do with ourselves, so excited were we at arriving home again, and it is grand to be back in Woolacombe.

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