Bulleid Family

“Round Robin”

Geoff Ledden started the newsletter, “Bulleid News” in December 2006 and the family website, www.bulliedfamily.com, went live early in February 2007. Several cousins on the mailing list for the newsletter agreed to exchange emails and introduce themselves to each other. This is a record of the “round robins” to date. Cathy Young (USA) 25 February 2007: - Hi everyone, It seems that we all have one thing in common, "we are all Bulleids/Bullieds" and we are all cousins! I don't know about all of you, but my dream has come true! My family has found me! I have been researching the family history for several years and had almost given up. Then one day not too long ago I get an e-mail from ancestry.com telling me my cousin wants to talk to me. Geoff had found me! How many families can say they have this kind of opportunity! Our historian and author, Geoff Ledden, has produced this wonderful family tree for us and my brother Phillip has published it! I like would to introduce myself to all of you. I am Cathy Bullied Young, I am the great, great, great granddaughter of James Bullied 1790 and Elizabeth Crocker 1793, great great grandparents, Samuel Bulleid 1828 and Mary Ann Rounsful, great grandparents Samuel Bulleid 1859 and Hannah Cornhill 1863. My grandparents were William George Bullied and Lilla Wood, my parents were William George Bullied and Phyllis King. I am their only daughter and I have three brothers. I live with my husband, Tom in South Carolina and have two grown married sons. Now that we have found our history we have this rare chance to communicate with our long lost family and maybe get to know each other a little or a lot. Wouldn't it be fun to learn a little about each other! Hilary, you are the next one on the list. It would be so nice to here from you! Let’s keep this going, Follow down the list of e-mails and lets get to know one another! I hope you all have had the opportunity to check out both the USA Bullieds/UK Bulleids at www.bulliedfamily.com and the Devon Heritage site at www.devonheritage.org I will continue to research the Bullied family for the USA and Canada and work with Geoff to find more of our family. Your Cousin, Cathy Bullied Young

Hilary Bright (UK) 27 February 2007: - Hi, my first round robin ...thanks for your contact Cathy; it was lovely to hear from you. I am Geoff's only slightly younger niece and I live in Essex, just half an hour's train journey from London. I have been married to Russell for over 30 years and have two adult offspring: Christopher and Katharine. I spend my days as an Environmental Health Officer travelling between food factories, restaurants, farms and cases of infectious disease! So if you ever want to hear gruesome tales or be put off your lunch, I'm your person. Actually I love eating out. My other hobbies include visiting art galleries and museums and "lumps of rock" (Russell's term for geological and archaeological sites). Well that's enough about me. I very much look forward to hearing about our other cousins. So it's now over to you Janet. Very best wishes, Hilary Janet Steer (UK) 9 March 2007: - Hello everyone First I must apologise for the delay in replying, I have been away for 4 weeks, and only returned on Wednesday, to find a very full inbox! I was born Janet Bulleid in Torquay, where I have always lived. I have been married twice and have 2 children - Louise and Charles from my first marriage. I am now retired, I did work for Social Services at Torbay Hospital in the Social Work Department, where many years ago I met Rosemary Bulleid (now deceased), who put me on the trail of my family tree. My father was Leonard Bulleid, my grandfather Thomas Edward Bulleid and my Great grandfather Robert Bulleid; then William, then James and so on. I'm not quite sure who goes next, but look forward to hearing from them. Janet. [Rosemary J R Bulleid was a well-known international tennis player, who lived in Australia for many years where she went to Sydney University. She returned to England and married Peyton Brown – Ed.] Liz Uren (UK) 10 March 2007: - Hi Everyone, I think it's me next! I was originally Elizabeth Bulleid, daughter of Leslie, granddaughter

of Marcus. Born and brought up in Plymouth (so not far from you Janet, even if we didn't know it at the time!) I spent many holidays as a child not far from you in Goodrington and still often visit the area around Torbay. I also have been married twice, I have three children from my first marriage and they now have a total of six children between them with another expected in May - makes Christmas very expensive now but I wouldn't be without them! I work as a nurse in Derriford Hospital in Plymouth and have just been promoted to sister. Unfortunately, mum died last month so was unable to share this success with her so thought I would pass this info on to the rest of the Bulleid family instead! I look forward to the next instalment of the round robin; it's good to get to know you all a little bit more. Best wishes Liz Margaret Pittaway (UK) 14 March 2007: -

Hi Everyone, My name was Margaret Bulleid before I married Brian Pittaway. I have been a widow now for the last 7yrs. I am 72 yrs young. I have 3 daughters, one son & 5 grandchildren. I was born in Plymouth, Devon, but moved to Newcastle when I was 5 years and to Surrey at 11years. I now live in a retirement flat in Baldock, Hertfordshire. My father was Percival Stanley Bulleid & my grandfather was Marcus Stanley Bulleid. I had 2 brothers:- Michael James, who worked for the Ministry of Agriculture & Fisheries, & has a stone plaque erected to him in the Lock Keepers garden at Molesey Lock, in recognition of his work in restoring salmon to the river Thames. John Graham who emigrated to Canada in the 50's & worked for Rowntrees Macintosh as chief engineer, until his death. Best wishes to you all, Margaret Peter Lyne (UK) 25 March 2007: - Dear Cousins, I think I can reasonably call myself the Old Fogey of the group: I shall shortly be entering my 80th year!

I retired from general medical practice 13 years ago, not long after our Ruby Wedding. My connection with the Bulleids lies with my great-grandmother, Ann Bulleid, youngest daughter of Samuel Bulleid, butcher in Dolton. She looked after her old widowed father till he died in 1848, and did not marry my blacksmith ancestor, William Lyne, till 1855, when she was 36. I think she must have inherited several properties in Dolton and enough money to send her son William Bulleid Lyne to a private school 20 miles away (I have written elsewhere about this school, which was unfairly likened to Dickens's Dotheboys Hall). Perhaps as a result of this my grandfather was able to learn the drapery trade in London and marry a rich wife! And as a result of this my father was able to train as a doctor at Guy's Hospital (a contemporary of the well known dental surgeon Arthur Bulleid). So William Lyne, the last of a long line of blacksmiths in Dolton (going back at least till the early 18th century), would perhaps have been proud to see how his descendants have bettered themselves... My son is a successful insurance broker at Lloyd's in London, and my daughter's son has just started on the same ladder. Now you can see that this Old Fogey is verbose! Best wishes to you all, especially to Bernard Everett, who may be related to me through my grandfather's marriage. Peter Lyne Mike Bullied (USA) 25 March 2007: - Hello Everyone, I'm 59 years old living in Hazlet, New Jersey. My wife Linda and I have no children. I have two older brothers and a younger sister along with 14 nieces and nephews and another generation of their children that keeps growing. Hopefully, some of these other Bullieds will become active participants in the near future. I am the Human Resources Director at a non-profit organization in New York City that provides low cost housing and social services programs for the elderly. My grandfather was Samuel Cornhill Bullied. He came to New York from Torquay circa 1900 and married Margaret Lockyer . He died in 1919 during the flu epidemic. His youngest son, Edward Bullied was my father. He was born in 1917 and died in 1999. As a boy, he used to spend summers in upstate New York with his aunt and uncle. It turns out that these were the grandparents of our cousin Cathy Young. It was quite a thrill a few months ago when Cathy called and introduced herself. I appreciate the time and effort that has been invested by Cathy, Geoff and everyone else involved in this project. It's been great fun to learn about our ancestors and all of you. Best wishes to you all.

Bernard Everett (UK) 27 March 2007: - Greetings to Cousins, One and All! I have received permission to go out of turn! I am a Bulleid through my great grandmother, Martha Diana Bulleid b 1845, who married Edwin Johnson a school headmaster in 1869. She was the daughter of William Henry Bulleid, upholsterer, and grand daughter of John Bulleid, the Bristol gunsmith whose father James was the owner of the Crown Inn in Glastonbury. I have been working out our link with the more illustrious Glastonbury branch of the family which produced a seven times Mayor, a noted painter and a distinguished archaeologist. In fact, the common ancestors were Thomas Bulleid and Pascowe Summer, over one hundred and fifty years before the Bulleids first made their mark on the magical town of King Arthur! As for me, I am a retired Ambassador who lived and worked in various countries of Africa and America, North and South, including four very happy years in Texas. I only became involved in the family history thing towards the end of 2005 and entered my two hundredth ancestor (not all Bulleids, of course!) on my family tree this afternoon. Until she died last November, I worked in partnership with my first cousin, Pam Copson (nee Sturdy) who unearthed some interesting documents from the Somerset and Bristol Records Offices. Great Grandma, some of whose pictures are now on the website, brought many stories about the Bulleids with her into the family and these were handed down by my grandmother and a bevy of strong willed, independent minded and decidedly unmarried Great Aunts. While other branches of my family were forgotten, the legends of the Bulleids lived on. Not all were true, however. Grandma was convinced that Huguenot refugees, escaping Catholic persecution in France, had married into the Bulleid line. I have found absolutely no evidence for this. But it caused some problems for another cousin of mine fifty years ago when he married a Catholic! I now live on the outskirts of the Peak District in Derbyshire, the first member of any of the branches of my family to reside in the north of England. London was the great melting pot for the various families from which I am descended. Employers and craftsmen, middle class and paupers, they lived and worked in the

East End during the latter 19th century. Mostly they got a decent education and bettered themselves. After that they moved out to the suburbs and now they are scattered all over England, but mainly in the south. Best wishes, Bernard Everett Emma Windsor (UK) 5 April 2007: - Hi everyone, Hope you don’t mind me going next but thought it was about time I introduced myself. I’m 31 years old & like Janet + most of my ancestors was born & live in Torquay, Devon. I’m still single & living with my parents who are my carers. My connection with the Bulleid family is my 3 x great grandmother Thomasine/Tamsin (baptised 23 Aug 1835 - buried 28 Feb 1901) she was the youngest daughter of James Bulleid & Elizabeth Crocker. Thomasine/Tamsin married Christopher Coombe/s in Torquay on 23 Oct 1853. My 2 x great grandfather was Thomas Bulleid Coombes, great grandmother Lily Coombes, grandfather Gerald (Steve) Payne, mother Sheila Payne & then me (Emma Windsor). My hobbies (when I’m well enough) are tracing my family tree & basic card making. I’d like to thank everyone involved in the Bulleid family website but especially Geoff, who has taken my ancestors back further than I could ever have hoped for. It’s great to get to know you all. Have a Happy Easter. Best Wishes Emma Phil Bullied (USA) 7 April 2007: - Hi Everyone Sorry for losing my turn I have been really busy this last 2 weeks; any way here we go. I am Phillip Bullied, I am 47 yrs old; I live in Ripton, Vermont USA. My wife is Colleen Heffernan; we have three sons 20, 17, and 16. My sister is Cathy Young. I am the webmaster for buliedfamily.com and also run a small Internet service provider and hosting company here

in Vermont as well as work a full time job. So if any one has any thing they need about the family site I am the one to contact on the technical side. On the information side is Geoff, thanks to him for all the data on the site and also every one else for their contributions. If it were not for this family pulling together this site would not be what it is today. My family history stacks up as follows: Generation: 1 Phillip F. Bullied b. 20 Feb 1960, Poughkeepsie, NY USA. Phillip m. Colleen R. Heffernan 20 Jun 1985, New Milford, CT USA. Colleen b. 11 May 1964, New Milford, Connecticut. Children: Phillip F. Bullied, Jr. b. 11 Oct 1986, New Milford, CT USA. Daniel W. Bullied b. 30 Jan 1990, New Milford, CT USA. Micheal V. Bullied b. 22 Mar 1991, New Milford, CT USA. Generation: 2 William George Bullied, Jr. b. 10 Mar 1910, West Norwood, NJ, USA; c. 31 Jul 1910, Church of Holy Trinity, 316 East 88th Street, NY,NY; d. 23 Nov 1979, Wingdale, Dutchess, NY, USA; bur. 27 Nov 1979, Wingdale, NY USA. William m. Phyllis Edna King 20 Aug 1936, Pawling, NY, USA. Phyllis b. 16 Sep 1914, Yonkers, NY; d. 1 Feb 1996, Sharon, CT, USA; bur. Apr 1996, Wingdale, NY, USA. Phyllis Edna King b. 16 Sep 1914, Yonkers, NY; d. 1 Feb 1996, Sharon, CT, USA; bur. Apr 1996, Wingdale, NY, USA. Children: Living Bullied Thomas Ralph Bullied, Sr. b. 06 Nov 1941, Sharon, CT; c. Wingdale Methodist Church. Cathy Phyllis Bullied b. 09 Jul 1948, Poughkeepsie; c. Wingdale Methodist Church, Wingdale, New York. Phillip F. Bullied b. 20 Feb 1960, Poughkeepsie, NY USA. Generation: 3 William George Bullied b. 17 Apr 1882, Torquay, Devon, England; d. 1946, Pawling, NY, USA; bur. Pawling Methodist Cemetery. William m. Lilla Warnock Wood 2 Sep 1903, New York, NY. Lilla b. 2 Jun 1884, New York City; d. Aug 1968, Pawling, NY, USA; bur. Pawling Methodist Cemetery,NY, USA. Lilla Warnock Wood b. 2 Jun 1884, New York City; d. Aug 1968, Pawling, NY, USA; bur. Pawling Methodist Cemetery,NY, USA. Children: William George Bullied, Jr. b. 10 Mar 1910, West Norwood, NJ, USA; c. 31 Jul 1910, Church of Holy Trinity, 316 East 88th Street, NY,NY; d. 23 Nov 1979, Wingdale, Dutchess, NY, USA; bur. 27 Nov 1979, Wingdale, NY USA.

Dorothy W Bullied b. 19 Feb 1922, New York; d. 22 Jul 1995, Sherman, CT, USA. Ralph P C Bullied b. 1919, New York, NY; d. 1936, Pawling, NY, USA; bur. Pawling Cemetery. Generation: 4 Samuel Bullied b. 1858, Torquay, Devon, England; d. 1934, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Samuel m. Hannah Cornhill 1879, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Hannah b. Mar 1862, Essex, England; d. 1947, Pawling, NY, USA; bur. Pawling, Methodist Cemetery. Children: Samuel Cornhill Bullied b. 7 May 1880, Torquay, Devon, England; d. 1919. William George Bullied b. 17 Apr 1882, Torquay, Devon, England; d. 1946, Pawling, NY, USA; bur. Pawling Methodist Cemetery. Elizabeth Ellen Bullied b. 1884, Torquay, Devon, England. James Bullied b. 1886, Newton Abbot, Devon, England; d. 1886, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. John James Bullied b. 1887, Torquay, Devon, England. Florence Louise Bullied b. 1890, Newton Abbot, Devon, England; d. 1890, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Generation: 5 Samuel Bulleid b. 1828, Winkleigh, Devon, England; c. 7 Dec 1828, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 1910, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Samuel m. Mary Ann Rounsiful Sep 1853, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Mary Ann Rounsiful b. Abt 1829, Bondleigh, Devon; d. 1900, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Children: Thomas Bulleid b. 1854, Torquay, Devon, England; c. 1 Oct 1864, at home by the Zion Chapel; d. 1919, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Samuel Bullied b. 1858, Torquay, Devon, England; d. 1934, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Ellen Bulleid b. 1862, Torquay, Devon, England. Elizabeth Bulleid b. 1864, Torquay, Devon, England; c. 21 Feb 1864, at home by the Zion Chapel. John James Bulleid b. 1870, Torquay, Devon, England; c. 17 May 1870, at home by the Zion Chapel. Generation: 6 James Bulleid c. 27 Feb 1791, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 8 Dec 1879, Torquay, Devon, England. James m. Elizabeth Crocker 25 Mar 1815, Winkleigh, Devon, England. Elizabeth Crocker b. Abt 13 Jan 1793, Winkleigh, Devon, England.

Children: Mary Ann Bulleid c. 26 Dec 1815, Winkleigh, Devon, England. James Bulleid c. 8 Mar 1818; d. 27 Feb 1838, Clapper, Winkleigh, Devon, England. Grace Bulleid c. 7 May 1820, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 18 Mar 1836, Clapper, Winkleigh, Devon, England. John Bulleid b. 1822, Winkleigh, Devon, England; c. 4 Aug 1822, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 2 Feb 1918, Plymouth, Devon, England. Thomas Bulleid c. 18 Nov 1825, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 6 May 1898, Canada. Samuel Bulleid b. 1828, Winkleigh, Devon, England; c. 7 Dec 1828, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 1910, Newton Abbot, Devon, England. Anthony Bulleid b. 1831, Winkleigh, Devon, England; c. 16 Oct 1831, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 1902, Bromley. Thomasine Bulleid c. 1833; bur. 28 Feb 1901, Torquay, Devon, England. Generation: 7 Richard Bulleid c. 15 Feb 1763, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 31 Mar 1840, Union Workhouse, Great Torrington, Devon, England. Richard m. Thomasine Mitchell 3 Apr 1784, Dolton, Devon, England. Thomasine Mitchell d. 1798; bur. 28 Sep 1798. Children: Thomas Bulleid c. 12 Sep 1785, Winkleigh, Devon, England. Richard Bulleid c. 16 Dec 1787, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 1792; bur. 19 May 1792. James Bulleid c. 27 Feb 1791, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 8 Dec 1879, Torquay, Devon, England. Richard Bulleid b. Winkleigh, Devon, England; c. 26 Dec 1793, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 1883, Cartwright Township, Ontario. John Bulleid c. 13 Mar 1796, Winkleigh, Devon, England. Generation: 8 Thomas Bulleid c. 18 Jul 1722, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 1782, Winkleigh, Devon, England; bur. 20 Jun 1782. Thomas m. Mary Richards 15 Nov 1759, Northam, Devon, England. Mary Richards c. 1721; d. 1783; bur. 29 May 1783. Children: Richard Bulleid c. 15 Feb 1763, Winkleigh, Devon, England; d. 31 Mar 1840, Union Workhouse, Great Torrington, Devon, England. Regards, Phillip Bullied

Geoff Ledden (UK) 8 April 2007: - Easter Greetings, My turn. Christened Geoffrey Terence, I have always been called Geoff except by my mother (when annoyed) and my brother-in-law. I am a kept man: kept by the pension fund of the international bank that kept me in bread for forty years, thirty of them in the West End and City of London, and ten in Milan, Italy. The last twenty years involved a great deal of travel to Europe, the Far East, Asia, Africa and the USA. They let me lend large sums of money to foreign governments and corporations, most of which was recovered on due date, some a little later and I'm sure they'll get the rest back eventually. Towards the end of my career, I was heavily involved in the international payments business, representing my employers on the UK board of SWIFT, which handles most international payments, and the Council of APACS, the umbrella organisation for all UK payments. I served on the Audit Committee of APACS together with the Chief Cashier of the Bank of England, who had the misfortune to introduce a new five pound banknote that did not fit any of the UK's ATMs. I also had the pleasure of being on the board of a private development bank, which met in Geneva, Switzerland. Being the payments man, I was given responsibility for ensuring that the bank had a smooth switchover to the Euro when it replaced a dozen European currencies. This involved travelling to many of the 50 countries in which the bank operates, to lecture staff, customers and central banks on the Euro. My fifteen minutes of fame were on the BBC's World Service in China and television in Bahrain and Ghana. I also sat on several committees with HM Treasury, the Bank of England and all major international banks involved in the switchover, managing to stay awake most of the time. I retired on the last day of the last millennium and enjoyed the worldwide party that followed. Having sworn not to take up golf, I took up golf two years later and proved the truth of the expression, "A triumph of hope over experience." Playing with the computer was a major hobby and led me to put my sister's family history records on the pc and continue the research online. You know where that led.........! I have kept my promise to take Mary to some of the countries I visited on business and she has now seen China, Vietnam, India, Australia and a few others. Our daughter, Sarah, was born in Italy and is the only member of the family to speak Italian with the proper accent. She has a civilian job with the Metropolitan Police in London and became engaged last year to her partner, who meets the odd celebrity (some decidedly odd) in his capacity as a post-production film editor. We all went back to Italy two years ago to celebrate the anniversary of our wedding in a small village in Kent 40 years earlier.

The attached photo shows my closest Bulleid family, grandparents Jim (Marcus James) and Margaret, seated, and mother Lou (Alice Louise) standing next to Hitler, with her siblings and niece. My sister will be the last to go in this 'round robin' and I shall let her describe her life with this family in Plymouth when she was very young. Best wishes to you all for a very happy Easter. Geoff.

Violet Bridson (UK) 11 April 2007: - Hello Round Robiners:

I am Violet Bridson, born 82 years ago in the house of my Bulleid grandparents in Plymouth, Devon. My husband Eric is a retired microbiologist. Geoffrey Ledden is my dear brother who saved me from being an only child – only just though because he arrived when I was 18! I was delighted that upon his retirement he started to share my fascination with our family history. It was in 1978 that I began to undertake this research, visiting all the Record Offices in London, Exeter and Plymouth; but Geoff is up to date with technology and shares his discoveries and contacts with me. The first six years of my life were spent in Plymouth, Devon, England and I knew my grandparents and can remember them well. Grandfather Marcus James Bulleid was an undertaker and builder and he had a sign to that effect hanging in front of the house which squeaked in the wind. Grandma Margaret was a loving and cuddly

Gran who died when I was 9. Mother and I travelled down from Billericay, Essex when we heard that she was dying. Grandfather was something of a character. He attended the Baptist Church regularly and liked someone to accompany him. It fell to my lot to go with him when we were in Plymouth on holiday. I believe that this made me quite popular with my cousins since this let them off. Grandfather liked his sons and sons-in-law to play dominoes with him. However, he also liked to win and my parents told me that one evening, when he lost the game, he threw the dominoes on the fire. Perhaps he had drunk a little too much on that occasion. One of my childhood memories was of sitting next to him while he cut and shredded his tobacco and then sitting back smoking his pipe and looking very wise. He was a good father and always helped his children in any way he could. Grandma died in 1934 and therefore never experienced the Plymouth Blitz in World War 2, but Grandfather was bombed out in 1940 and died the next year. A fond farewell to all my cousins, old and new. Vi. Suzanne Hellyer (Spain) 15 April 2007: - Hello everyone, My name is Suzanne Hellyer, latest member to join the group. I'm 57 years old, live in Spain and have a 25 year old son. My claim to Bulleid fame is through my mother, Margaret Joan Bulleid, born in Bromley, Kent (I was also born there) in 1920. My grandfather, was William Henry Bulleid (born in Sydenham, died in Bromley), my great grandfather, Anthony Bulleid (born in Winkleigh, died in Bromley)and great, great grandfather James Bulleid (born in Winkleigh, died in Torquay), who was married to Elizabeth Crocker. Strangely enough my parents have retired to Devon, living just outside Newton Abbot and near Torquay which seems to have been the area where many members of the Bulleid family lived and still live. I would like to thank Geoff for contacting me and also for all the wonderful work he has done on the family tree. I would also like to say a very warm hello to all my newly-found relations. My warmest wishes to all of you, Suzanne Hellyer

Geoff Ledden 4 May 2007

14 Eton Place, Plymouth, Devon Geoff was the first in his direct line of ancestry to be born outside Devon. His father had taken up employment in Billericay, Essex, thirteen years before Geoff was born, but the family often returned to Plymouth for a summer holiday, staying with Bulleid relatives. Here he describes a typical fortnight. We would leave Billericay early in my father’s Austin 7 saloon car, with me squashed in the back with luggage, homemade Cornish pasties and a Thermos or two of coffee. Plymouth was too far for my father to drive in one day (mother never learned to drive), so we would head for Aunt Meg’s bungalow in Upton, near Poole, Dorset. Meg was mother’s sister (Margaret Selvey née Bulleid) and conveniently located for an overnight stop; catch up with the gossip and enjoy an evening meal - if Meg had remembered to go to the shops, which was not always the case. Rested and refreshed, we would set off again next morning with fresh coffee and sandwiches, arriving in Plymouth by late afternoon. Often the destination was 14 Eton Place, not far from North Road railway station and an easy walk to Plymouth city centre with its shops. This was a two-storey terraced house owned by my aunt Maud (Sophia Maud Bulleid) and her husband, Bob Teasdale. Bob was in the Royal Navy and usually abroad on one of HM’s ships when we visited. He and Maud lived on the first floor, whilst their daughter Peggy and her family lived on the ground floor. We would stay upstairs with Maud, who had a sitting cum dining room, three bedrooms and kitchen. A wartime air raid shelter took up most of the back yard, where Bob had a workbench and tools, and did carpentry when he was home from the sea. The back gate led onto a lane and a bombsite, where the kids used to play. Down some steps and turn left out of the front door and you came to a large stone-built church, the inside of which had been destroyed by a German bomb. Maud was mother’s eldest sister and a very easy-going person, with yellow hair. She was always very welcoming and spent a great deal of time knitting for one or other of her granddaughters, when she was not in the kitchen. She had four daughters living in Plymouth, each married with a family, as well as two brothers and their families. It seems that there was almost a procession of cousins coming to visit and I recall a large teapot being in almost constant use. On a good day, there would be a bright yellow saffron cake at teatime, with a large helping of clotted cream to spread on it. Even better was when there were potatoes left over from an earlier meal and these would go into the frying pan with slices of West Country pudding. There were two varieties: ‘meaty’ and ‘gerty’. Meaty was flavoursome and similar to the French boudin blanc, whereas ‘gerty’ (the local pronunciation) was coarser and made of groats. This fry-up, with an egg or two, was a firm favourite with everyone.

Saturday evening would often see a gathering of the clans and I would be sent off to Ivor Dewdney’s just down the road to queue up for hot pasties. They came in two sizes: medium and large. They burned the fingers through the paper bags as I carried them home but, boy, was it worth it! No-one is fonder of a tiddyoggy than me. On another evening, there would be fish and chips, the fish fresh that morning from the Barbican. This, of course, was before the invention of cholesterol! When Cousin Barbara and her husband Eric (pronounced ‘Aric’) turned up in their Salvation Army uniforms at the weekend, they would bring with them a steaming bowl of faggots and peas. We knew when cousin Vi and husband Len were coming, as Len could be heard stomping up the lino-covered stairs with his gammy leg, and announce his presence with a loud “’Ow be ‘ee, Uncle Aub?” to my father, his bright blue eyes twinkling. Maud’s eldest daughter, Joy, would arrive quietly with her husband, Wally, who was also in the Navy; both always elegantly dressed. We would go to visit my uncles, Norman and Stanley, during the holiday. Stan had taken over the management of the family funeral business, the third generation Bulleid to have it, and Norman was a carpenter, who made the coffins. I recall Stan’s house as perhaps twenty years out-of-date, with aspidistras and antimacassars, but I was very young. Nor(man) was a jolly fellow, usually with a roll-up ciggie dangling from his mouth, and he and his wife Bessie always made us most welcome. In fact, I remember staying with them on at least one holiday and they used to stay with us in Billericay. A favourite spot for my parents was the shingle beach at Devil’s Point. The Hoe and seafront lay on the other side of the centre from Eton Place, too far for my parents to walk, so we would drive there and I would ramble about, admiring the statue of Sir Francis Drake, little knowing that he was a cousin. Smeaton Tower, the former lighthouse, was another favourite and I would sprint up the circular stone staircase to the light and gaze out across the Sound to Drake’s Island. Every so often, a warship would pass on its way to or from Devonport dockyard. Some years, our visit would coincide with Navy Days, when the dockyard was open to the public and you could go aboard some of the ships. My father started work in the dockyard after he left school, so going back was nostalgic for him. I recall going aboard the aircraft carrier, ‘Ark Royal’, and a submarine. I mentioned that Maud’s daughter, Peggy, lived downstairs with her family: husband Fred drove Royal Blue coaches to London and was often away. Two of their three daughters were five and three years older than me and the third about six years younger. It would have been about 1956 when I was thirteen and just discovering girls that the Dansette in the front living room seemed constantly to be playing “Rock Around The Clock”, “See You Later Alligator”, “Green Door”, “Houndog”, and “Singin’ the Blues”. Boyfriends were coming and going, there was partying in the parlour, and it all adds up to a very rosy memory of fifty years ago!

Clockwise: Geoff Ledden, Lorraine Whitford,

Jennifer Avery, Peggy Whitford, June Whitford Outside 14, Eton Place, Plymouth, Devon c. 1953

Carol Ventura 20 June 2007 Hi Everyone, I am pleased to introduce Carol Ventura, a new-found cousin and new member of our group. I managed recently to make contact with Nick Bulleid in Australia and he told me that he had recently been contacted by Carol's daughter, Emma, who lives in Australia, about the Bulleid family history. He put me in touch with Carol and her husband Mike. The latter are already very active users of the website and have added their details to the tree, etc. Carol has been exchanging emails with another contact of mine in Australia, Joan Anderson, and we have been trying to give Joan a flavour of the Devon idiom and accent. I thought it would amuse you to see Carol's latest

email to Joan, which will also serve as her introduction to the group. Her gt grandmother was Henrietta Annie Bulleid (1866-1952). Kind regards, Geoff.

"Hi Joan,

Sorry about lapsing into the vernacular!! (Actually, 'squinches' are the awkward little nooks and crannies that need dusting and cleaning - and which Dame Edna would love to get her Marigolds into! A 'drextall' (not quite sure about the spelling of that one, actually) is the piece of wood that stretches across the door frame, on the ground, and which everyone always trips over when going through the front door - at least, I do! (Let you into a secret, though, not sure what a 'gerty pudden' is. Any idea?) I feel quite sad you haven't heard the Devon dialect. You're quite right; it does seem to be seldom heard on the media, which is sad. It's a lovely soft sound, full of lovely words. Well, I think so anyway! Re the stage - I started as one of Titania's fairies in a lilac ballet frock at prep school, was a donkey in 'Pinocchio' at boarding school, and didn't have to do or say anything - a frog behind the scenes in another school play - was it Aristophanes who wrote 'The Frogs'? Anyway, at the time I remembered wishing he hadn't! My final entry on the stage was in Muscat - I was a fifty-year-old fairy in a pink frock, with wings, flitting hither and thither, in 'Iolanthe'. As in the finale I was thrown backwards over someone's knee with gay abandon - in common with the other fairies of varying ages and talent - doing a jolly dance at the end, I decided that was Enough. So I joined a Chamber Choir and a Liturgical Choir instead! (No silly lilac/pink frocks with wings or big ears involved there! I'm not really a 'pink' woman, either!!) I suppose being a very small fairy, a donkey, a frog and an antique fairy was good grounding for my ending up teaching English as a Foreign Language to a small branch of the Omani military! My husband, Mike, was in the Omani Air Force having joined when he retired from the RAF. I left school and joined the RAF, later being posted to Germany, where I met Mike, also in the RAF. How I became caught up in the Bulleid family tree was complete serendipity. My family has always been odd. No-one ever told me about my relatives, either English or Swiss. No-one ever kept family correspondence, 'heirlooms' or anything to do with the past, so really I had absolutely no idea where I'd come from. I knew about my father and both sets of grandparents. I knew Henrietta (though not her name, she was just 'Nana Dean') - I knew I had an aunt and, somewhere on the periphery was someone called Bubba and I knew her husband was called Roy. I used to be taken to see them when I was small. Didn't know how they fitted in, though.

I'd been in Exeter and, when I arrived home Mike came out and said, 'Welcome home!' Well, I thought, how nice (as wives do...)! However, he'd been doing some research and said, 'No, welcome home. This is where you belong!' Then he went on to explain the Winkleigh/Iddesleigh/Hatherleigh connection. Next came trips to Winkleigh and Iddesleigh Churchyards - all to no avail. Emma, who works in Sydney, came over for Michael's wedding last year, and we were nattering about this and what the family name was, and she said there was someone she knew, through work, in Sydney, whose name was also Bulleid (Nick)! Anyway, she e-mailed him when she got back to Oz, and the rest, they say, is history. Last Sunday I played a long shot and found Bubba and Roy, managing to speak to Bubba and her daughter, Sandra - it was wonderful! I'd found a couple of twenty-year-old letters Bubba had written to me and they were still at the same address! It turns out that Sandra is also compiling a family tree, so she was thrilled to bits as well. Anyway, as far as where we all live - Emma actually lives in Cronulla, now being an official Oz Resident, Andy and his wife and children went to NZ, living just outside Auckland and they all have their NZ passports as well (as British ones). However, Andy is currently working in Bahrain on a two-year contract. Michael and his wife both work in the heart of London. Mike and I are both here, in Devon, in a small village called Bradford - should be on your map! Actually, I think it's officially a 'settlement'. On these creepy satellite thingies where it shows actual houses, if you look at the Post Code EX22 7AJ, we're there. Anyway, bit of potted background but, as I mentioned above, I yope it baint still fruz where youm to. Do ee 'ev vuz downalong? I min' p'rahps ee doan', come ter think, would'n be, would 'em, not wi' em bits o' fluff fer ter clean out yer bottles ee 'ev. Zorry, I jus' be thurra pixylade, maide - mazed us a ra'tle I be. Will close now - it's cold, has been pouring with rain and Mike lit the woodburner as the cats and I were cold! (We have three cats and a large dog - all, except one, having very long fur. They came back from Oman with me - well, cudden' leave 'em cud I, poor li'l toads? (Actually, they were all rescue animals, so...) 'Bye for now, until later - hope you warm up soon... Carol” Robert Teasdale 22 June 2007

I sincerely believe that prying into Family History is a natural desire, particularly if one of that person’s parents was the only member known to the spouse and siblings. That was how I found myself when I eventually retired from work. My father Robert Teasdale was the only Teasdale I knew, except for a short visit to my father’s part of the world in 1937.

My father had joined the Royal Navy in 1906 at the age of 16 years; his home was a farm, known as Gatebeck Farm, which is close to Preston Patrick in Westmorland (now Cumbria), England. After his training at HMS Ganges, my dad was allocated to the Devonport Division. He met my mother, Sophia Maud Bulleid, and in due course they married. As far as I can establish, my father only returned to Westmorland twice, the first time being in 1930 on the occasion of his mother’s death, and the second time was in 1937, which I remember as this narrative will explain. On completion of his 22 years man’s time (Boy’s time 16-18 in the Royal Navy does not count for engagement or pension purposes), the only employment he could get was as a coastguard and the only vacancy at that time was at Johnshaven in the northeast of Scotland. However, the family duly followed and lived there until 1933 when my maternal grandmother [Margaret Bulleid] was taken ill and my mother, rightly so, thought it was her duty to be with her sick mother. The family returned to Plymouth and my dad followed when he had arranged retirement from the coastguard service. Employment was scarce in the West Country during the thirties, but my dad received a letter from the Admiralty inviting him to rejoin the RN for a period of three years, known in those days as ‘non-continuous service’. Prior to leaving the Navy in 1928, his main job was as the Petty Officer of the RN Patrol Service, which marched up and down the notorious Union Street in Plymouth, making sure that the sailors were all behaving themselves. On receipt of the invitation to rejoin, my mother said that the Admiralty probably wanted my dad to return because of the excellent way he carried out the duties of ‘Petty Officer of the Patrol’. So my dad agreed to sign on for another three years. My mother’s forecast of the Patrol job came to nothing and dad was sent to HMS Tamar, which is in Hong Kong and he was out in China for two and a half years. I remember, albeit vaguely, my father returning from Hong Kong. The year was 1937 and part of my father’s homecoming celebrations was to visit his close relatives who still lived in Westmorland. We made our way north from Plymouth by train and bus and eventually arrived at a place called Garstang, which is in Lancashire. Here at Holly Cottage lived my father’s sister Phoebe. My greatest memory of this part of the visit was the uncanny likeness between one of my cousins (most likely Margaret Walkden, my Aunt Phoebe’s youngest daughter) and my sister Violet. In fact, I almost said to my mum, “I didn’t know that Violet was up here.” After a while, we made our way to Kendal and Keswick. It was here that we met some of my dad’s brothers, half brothers and one half sister, my Aunt Becky. My grandfather had married twice; his first wife had died at a young age leaving him with two boys and twins Isaac and Rebekah. Isaac had been killed at Gallipoli and Rebekah we met during our visit. My grandfather later married Isabella Mary Brown and they had five children. In the farmhouse at Gatebeck Farm, there would have been Isabella, Granddad Bob, four children from his first

marriage and five by Isabella – maybe this is why my dad left at the age of 16 and joined the Navy. When I retired from work, I was a widower; my son was away in the Royal Navy, so I decided I would endeavour to trace my paternal ancestry. My first step into genealogy was to purchase a book on Family History; the initial paragraph stated, “Should you become upset at finding a few skeletons in the cupboard, then do not proceed any further.” Throwing caution to the wind, I continued my search and happily very few skeletons appeared in the Teasdale Cupboard, perhaps indicating what a boring lot we Teasdales are. Not so! There had been many good fortunes and an abundance of bad fortunes in the Teasdale dynasty. For myself, I regard my greatest misfortune was the premature death of my father at the age of 62. The first of the good fortunes I was to encounter was when I had travelled to Scotland to visit some of my late wife’s relations. As it happened, my son Mark was in Edinburgh meeting some of his University friends. We met up, attended the Edinburgh Tattoo and the following day made our way back to Plymouth in Mark’s car. We had arranged to spend a couple of nights at the Crooklands Hotel, which is in the Lake District and close to the villages of Preston Patrick, Endmoor and Gatebeck – all names which were to become very familiar to me in the ensuing years. After getting settled in the hotel, Mark and I went for a stroll and within a distance of ,say, 200 yards we were to discover Preston Patrick Parish Church, the very church where my grandparents were married. Inside the church, on the Roll of Honour, were the names of my two uncles who fell during WWI: Isaac Teasdale at Gallipoli and George Wilkinson Teasdale at the Battle of the Somme. The following day, we found Gatebeck Farm and two concrete cottages, where my grandmother Isabella lived for many years. This amazing piece of good fortune obviously helped to make me a ‘family history addict’. Violet Bridson 17 July 2007

Migration By Violet Bridson

The story of the Bulleid family, in a nutshell, is that for at least three centuries they lived off the land in mid-Devon. Then came the agricultural depression of the late 18th and 19th centuries. The influx of cheap food from the United States, Russia, Argentina, Australia and New Zealand hit British farming badly. The development of railways and steam navigation provided faster and cheaper transport, whilst the Americans had pioneered the mechanisation of crop farming to open up the vast and fertile prairies. Throughout the 1870s North American grain pushed prices down to levels unknown since before the year 1700. The populations of the manufacturing towns in England were

being fed on Argentine beef, Australian mutton and bread made with American wheat. The Bulleids left the land and moved to the towns and cities, or emigrated to Canada, the USA, Australia and New Zealand. This article traces the migration of one such family and the enormous changes that it caused over three generations. John Bulleid was born in Tawbridge Cottage, Winkleigh in 1822. We know little of his early life, but the family later lived at Clapper Cottage. His father James had been apprenticed at the age of eight to learn husbandry until he was twenty one. As soon as he achieved his majority, James married Elizabeth Crocker and they got on with the business of raising a family. James was still a husbandman when his son, John, married on Valentine’s Day, 1851. John, however, had moved on. He was a carpenter when he married Jane Helson in the Registry Office in Plymouth. By 1861, he was a Master Carpenter. During the next eighteen years, he set up as a joiner and builder and, curiously, as an undertaker. He prospered by his own efforts despite his impoverished youth. His twin sons Harry and Jim carried on the undertaking business in Plymouth and the family was a close-knit one, several of them sharing Jim’s house at 94 Treville Street. John’s brother Thomas emigrated to Canada where he became a farmer in Ontario. It seems that John visited him some time in the 1860s with a view possibly to moving his young family there, but decided against it. His brother Anthony moved to Bromley in Kent, where he was a builder. The third brother, Samuel, moved to Torquay in Devon where he became a carter. Jim’s youngest daughter Alice Louise, known to the family as ‘Lou’, grew up in this environment. She met and married Aubrey Ledden, a shipwright in Devonport Dockyard, in 1920. They continued to live with her family in Treville Street, where I was born five years later. Then came another life-changing upset; the Great Depression. The dockyard laid off a large number of workers, including my father, who now had to find a different way of supporting his wife and daughter. He studied to become a Public Health Inspector, passed the examinations and applied for the Assistant Chief’s post in Billericay, Essex, two hundred and fifty miles away. At that point in his life, I doubt that he had been further afield than Cornwall! Anyway, he got the job and, at the age of thirty, mother faced the prospect of leaving her close family behind and moving from the bustling city and major naval dockyard that she knew and loved so well, for a small, quiet, country town where they knew no-one. Moreover, the job was still relatively new to my father and he must have had to learn a great deal as he went along. There were not many farm animals in Plymouth centre, but in rural Essex he was required to attend slaughterings and pass the meat as fit for human consumption. We arrived in Billericay in December 1930, thereby reversing the journey that some of the Pilgrim Fathers had made in 1620, when they left Billericay for Plymouth in order to sail to America on the Mayflower. Their purpose was to gain religious freedom. Mother

already enjoyed this with her West Country Wesleyan faith. She soon joined the Methodist Church in Billericay and this provided the basis for many friendships. It was close to Christmas when we moved into our new home and she must have been dismayed that, not only was there nothing like the array of shops to which she had been accustomed in Plymouth, but those that there were closed at 5pm, a full six hours before they closed in Plymouth. Still, the five Pilgrim Fathers from Billericay – including Christopher Martin, his wife Marie, Solomon Prower, and John Langerman – provided a tenuous link with Plymouth. The village hall in Billericay was named the Mayflower Hall in honour of the pilgrims and for a while we lived close to it. Sadly, these four failed to survive the first winter in America, although the fifth pilgrim, believed to be Peter Browne, did survive. This did not deter other Billericay inhabitants from setting sail for the New World and the town of Billerica, Massachusetts, was established in 1655 to commemorate the origins of some of the first settlers. This began a relationship between the two towns which still exists today. In 1970 a party from Billerica came to Billericay to celebrate the 350th anniversary of the sailing of the Mayflower from the Mayflower Steps on Plymouth’s Barbican. My husband and I were hosts to a very pleasant couple who stayed nine days with us. We took them to see the most attractive Essex villages. They also enjoyed watching a carnival procession, especially when they saw a very smart group of US soldiers in the parade, with a military band playing popular tunes. Our guest Richard had served in the US Air Force in England during WW2. The war had a huge impact on Billericay when it was crowded with soldiers. We had some billeted with us for a time until my brother was born in 1943. Geoff was the first in his direct Bulleid line of ancestry back to about 1550 to be born outside Devon. At the time of his conception, my father was responsible for billeting soldiers and nurses, as well as Decontamination Officer in case of poison gas attack, and Incident Officer. It is fair to say that the war probably had a huge impact on my mother as well who, at the age of forty three, might not have intended to add to her family! Father had been promoted to Chief Health Inspector for Billericay Urban District Council in 1934, only the third incumbent of that post. The first, who retired in 1902 after 27 years’ service, was succeeded by his son, who held the post for the next 32 years. Dad retired in 1963; thus the three of them covered 88 years. In 1937, our relatives in Plymouth read of an event in Billericay which hit the headlines nationwide. This was when the daughter of a locally based circus family was carried down the High Street on the way to her wedding by an elephant, which held her head in its mouth! Let us hope that she managed to wash her face before kissing her bridegroom. I was twelve at the time and watched this scene. My parents never lost their love of Plymouth, or the close links with the Bulleid family. They would visit us in Billericay and came to my wedding and Geoff’s. We went to their special occasions and most years our summer holiday was spent in Plymouth. The house we had

for many years in Billericay was called Jennycliffe after the place across Plymouth Sound. The war years, especially the Blitz of 1941, placed a great strain on the family, partly because German bombers and fighter planes flew over the Essex countryside on their way to hit London, Coventry and other targets; but mainly because Plymouth, being a major naval dockyard, was largely destroyed. Communication with Plymouth was well nigh impossible as the city was hit night after night and telephone lines decimated. The whole of Treville Street was demolished on the nights of 20 and 21 March 1941. The loss of the family home there almost certainly caused the massive heart attack that Jim suffered in August of that year. Despite the difficulties of travel at that time, we went to Plymouth for the funeral on 30 August and witnessed the terrible scenes of destruction in the city that my parents so loved. Curiously, Geoff was born on 30 August two years later.

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A magnificent replica of the Mayflower built at Brixham, Devon in 1956. It now forms part of the permanent exhibition Plimouth Plantation at Plymouth,

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Commemorative plaque by the Mayflower Steps on the Barbican in Plymouth, Devon Sandra Carmichael 18 August 2007 Hi Hilary and everyone I am so pleased and amazed to be included into our wonderful website. My claim to fame is through Henrietta Annie Bulleid she was my Big Gran until I was 6 years old, I can recall visiting her in College Slip Bromley. I was born in Bromley 59 years ago. I am on my second marriage and have two children from my first marriage, between them they have 3 children two cats and a new puppy. My parents Beryl Daphne Penn and Royston Leslie Andrews recently visited various landmarks and graves including Henrietta's around Bromley, we had a wonderful day. My mum especially is very excited to hear all the news from the website; she was very fond of Henrietta and often stayed with her. Carol Ventura out of the blue rang my mum on fathers’ day whilst all the family had gathered. On 16th September a few of the family will meet Carol and her family, me for the very first time which I am looking forward to. I live in Canterbury, Kent and work in the city for a 3 generation family run letting agent, before that I was in an accountants in Maidstone for 10 years, I also lived in Maidstone for about 20 years I have been working my way down the country. Best regards Sandra Carmichael

Peter Lyne 24 September 2007 Dear Cousins, I recently suggested to Geoff that it might be interesting to consider how the Bulleid “diaspora” spread from Devon throughout the world in the last 150 years or so. We all seem to have two things in common: Bulleid genes, and occupations quite unlike those of our Devon ancestors, who almost all worked on the land or assisted in some way with agriculture. If you know why and how your forebears left Devon perhaps you would like to pass on your knowledge to the rest of us, in a round robin. To set the ball rolling: I can trace my Lyne ancestors with reasonable certainty back to the early 17th century in Winkleigh, and from about 1720 in Dolton; they were all blacksmiths in the 18th and 19th centuries, until my grandfather, William Bulleid Lyne (I shall call him WB), “escaped” from Dolton in about 1874. I can see why WB left the land of his fathers. During the middle of the 19th century agriculture went through a particularly bad patch, and this must have affected ancillary occupations as well; like many others, WB could see no future in his father’s business and looked for an opportunity to make his fortune elsewhere. His father, William Lyne, was a blacksmith and lay Baptist preacher, and married Ann Bulleid in 1855; she was the daughter of Samuel Bulleid (1771-1848), a prosperous farmer/butcher/Baptist of Arscott and West Upcott Farms, Dolton. Ann must have received a considerable dowry from her father (so the late Jack Bulleid told me), and probably it was Bulleid money that paid for WB to have a private education at a Baptist school, Hampden House Academy, Ashwater. Although this school became the centre of two law suits in which a parent complained of lack of hygiene (see www.devonheritage.org/education), WB undoubtedly learned the three R’s well enough to try his luck in London, but how did he find an opening there? I think the answer was through his elder sister, Nellie Lyne. She was working as a draper’s assistant in Newton Abbot, and later married a draper whose father had been in the trade in London. Probably through them WB gained entry to the Fore Street Warehouse, Clerkenwell, where he lived for several years learning the drapery business. When he married Alice Doyle in 1890 she also came with a nice dowry, and he was able to set up in business with a shop in the Old Kent Road and another near the Elephant and Castle. WB had two sons, who went to St Olave’s School in Bermondsey; one became a solicitor, the other (my father) a doctor. Unfortunately in 1914 Ann died of TB at the age of 48, and the drapery business no longer featured in the trades directories after 1915, so I can only guess that WB could not run them without his wife’s help. It sounds as if she had provided the business brains as well as the money… My father was in general practice in Hove, and I followed in his

footsteps, though he died before I could join him in partnership. I knew nothing about my origins before his death, except that the family came from Dolton; but I have been lucky enough to ferret out the family history for myself, especially through the original parish registers and census returns. Peter Lyne