The Milne/Smeed Connection

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Alice Maud Stone Meadmore

Alice Maud Stone (1899 – 1943), the daughter of Pharoah Stone and Emily Frances Burt was born October 28, 1899 in Lingfield, Surrey. Alice married Joseph Lewis Meadmore in Dormansland, Surrey on 29 November 1930.

In the late afternoon of 9 July 1943, a lone German bomber returning to the coast after a raid on London dropped several bombs on the town of East Grinstead, Sussex. The bombs killed 108 people, many of them children who were watching a matinee at the Whitehall Cinema. At least 235 people were injured.

Alice was among the fatalities in one of the shops that was destroyed. She was buried in Dormansland and is commemorated on a plaque in St. John’s Church, Dormansland.

Alice Maud Stone Meadmore


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Arthur Charles Smeed

Arthur Charles Smeed was born on 4 January 1927 in Dormansland, Surrey, England.

He was the son of Charles Smeed and Frances Tester Smeed. He married Anita Zehbe on 24 July 1951 at St. John’s Church, Dormansland. He and Anita had two sons, Alan and Michael.

Arthur died on 18 February 2001.

Thinking of you today, Uncle Arthur.

Arthur Charles Smeed

 


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Phyllis Gwendolyn Smeed Knowles

Phyllis Gwendolyn Smeed was born on 16 August 1921 in Dormansland, Surrey, England. She was the daughter of Charles Smeed 3rd and Frances Tester Smeed. Phyllis married Harold Knowles on 19 July 1941 in Dormansland.

Phyllis came to St. Thomas, Ontario with her two young daughters, Mary and Betty, in 1946 as a war bride. Two sons, Bill and John, were born once Phyllis and Harold were in Canada.

Phyllis died on 15 June 1995 in St. Thomas.

Phyllis Gwendolyn Smeed

Phyllis Gwendolyn Smeed


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A Story About My Granddad For His Birthday

This anecdote has been submitted by Elizabeth Milne for her granddad, Charles SMEED’s birthday.

During my first trip to England, with Mum, I had my 21st birthday which at the time was still a pretty big deal. One evening a few days after that we were staying at Aunt Cicely’s in Dormansland, where Grandad was then living. Just after dinner Grandad stood up, got his cap, and said to me, “Come on, let’s go to the (Royal) Oak.” Mum got up to join us and Grandad told her to sit down, that he and I were going out that evening, just the two of us. We went to the Oak and after a drink (or two) Grandad looked at the time and decided we had time to make it to The Old House at Home before closing time. He took off across the playing field in the pitch dark with me trying to keep up with him. We made it too!

The attached photo might even have been taken that same day, it was certainly taken during that trip, in August/September 1972.

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[Note: Even in his late 80s, Granddad didn’t walk anywhere. He always moved at a brisk trot.]