A Daughter's Story
Below are the thoughts and feelings of my Mum Frances, it must have been strange and difficult for her to learn so much about her father so late in the day, my only hope is that it hasn't upset her too much and that it has given her an insight into the man who has been a mystery to our family for so long.
Arthur Leslie Howney was the Dad I never knew. The reason being, that he died in the hands of the Japanese in World War 2, in Rangoon Jail, Burma.
He was serving in the British Army as a Chindit, under the leadership of Orde Wingate.
I was three years old when he died, therefore I never met him, I remember a photo of him in his uniform, which was kept on the sideboard in our home.
Mum was extremely angry for many years and never mentioned anything about that time; it was very hard for her to bring up two young children, an equivalent of a single mother with no help. No such thing as the Welfare State at that time, but she always made sure we had food on the table and a roof over our heads.
I never felt deprived of love and affection, she was both Mum and Dad to us. As I got older I did wonder what it would have been like if Dad had come back home. There are stages in one’s life, such as when I got married, when he should have been there, also when I had my children.
My only regret is that I should have spoken more about Dad before Mum passed away.
Due to my children exploring the family tree, and finding his Army records, in March 2008 we decided to visit Burma ourselves with the British Legion. I was aged 68 before I visited his grave for the first time, it was a very emotional for all four of us, I felt it was the nearest I had ever been to him.
Photographed below is my Mum, Nan and my Mum's younger brother Arthur. Nan looked after her young family with great courage and was a wonderful role model for all of us. The other photo is of Grandad in his Sunday best, he was a painter/decorator in his civilian life, but must of felt it was his duty to contribute to the war effort and so enlisted in to the British Army on the 19th December 1940.
Arthur Leslie Howney was the Dad I never knew. The reason being, that he died in the hands of the Japanese in World War 2, in Rangoon Jail, Burma.
He was serving in the British Army as a Chindit, under the leadership of Orde Wingate.
I was three years old when he died, therefore I never met him, I remember a photo of him in his uniform, which was kept on the sideboard in our home.
Mum was extremely angry for many years and never mentioned anything about that time; it was very hard for her to bring up two young children, an equivalent of a single mother with no help. No such thing as the Welfare State at that time, but she always made sure we had food on the table and a roof over our heads.
I never felt deprived of love and affection, she was both Mum and Dad to us. As I got older I did wonder what it would have been like if Dad had come back home. There are stages in one’s life, such as when I got married, when he should have been there, also when I had my children.
My only regret is that I should have spoken more about Dad before Mum passed away.
Due to my children exploring the family tree, and finding his Army records, in March 2008 we decided to visit Burma ourselves with the British Legion. I was aged 68 before I visited his grave for the first time, it was a very emotional for all four of us, I felt it was the nearest I had ever been to him.
Photographed below is my Mum, Nan and my Mum's younger brother Arthur. Nan looked after her young family with great courage and was a wonderful role model for all of us. The other photo is of Grandad in his Sunday best, he was a painter/decorator in his civilian life, but must of felt it was his duty to contribute to the war effort and so enlisted in to the British Army on the 19th December 1940.
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The final two photos are of my Nan and then of my Mum, both taken by Grandad's grave in Rangoon War Cemetery, but some 20 years apart. Nan was given the chance to visit Burma by the War Widow's Association in conjunction with the Royal British Legion in 1987, while Mum travelled to Rangoon in 2008. I can only imagine the emotions that they experienced on those two days, but feel sure that both drew great comfort and reward from their time so near to where he fell.
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Update 20/09/2012.
My Mum lost her brave fight against lung cancer on Thursday the 20th September, my family and I are completely devastated to lose such a wonderfully exuberant and loving lady at such an early age. I had hoped that Mum might meet up with some of the other Longcloth Chindit daughters, especially those belonging to the last group of six in granddad's dispersal party, but sadly this was not to be.
Update 09/07/2017.
Sadly, my maternal uncle, Arthur Howney (granddad's only son) passed away on the 14th June this year, he was 75 years old. Uncle Arthur was a lovely, bright, generous and thoughtful man, who possessed such a wonderful sense of humour, which would infect all around him. He was certainly a fantastic uncle to myself, my sister Denise and my brother Marc. Perhaps my one over-arching memory of him from when I was a child, was his speedy arrival at our house on Christmas Day and being the keenest of all of us to open up the presents. He would then spend the rest of the day playing with the various games and toys with us. We will all miss him very much.
The photographs below show my Mum and Uncle Arthur playing to the camera sometime after the war had ended and Arthur posing under my apple tree back home in 2008.
My Mum lost her brave fight against lung cancer on Thursday the 20th September, my family and I are completely devastated to lose such a wonderfully exuberant and loving lady at such an early age. I had hoped that Mum might meet up with some of the other Longcloth Chindit daughters, especially those belonging to the last group of six in granddad's dispersal party, but sadly this was not to be.
Update 09/07/2017.
Sadly, my maternal uncle, Arthur Howney (granddad's only son) passed away on the 14th June this year, he was 75 years old. Uncle Arthur was a lovely, bright, generous and thoughtful man, who possessed such a wonderful sense of humour, which would infect all around him. He was certainly a fantastic uncle to myself, my sister Denise and my brother Marc. Perhaps my one over-arching memory of him from when I was a child, was his speedy arrival at our house on Christmas Day and being the keenest of all of us to open up the presents. He would then spend the rest of the day playing with the various games and toys with us. We will all miss him very much.
The photographs below show my Mum and Uncle Arthur playing to the camera sometime after the war had ended and Arthur posing under my apple tree back home in 2008.
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