Showing posts with label Ryde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryde. Show all posts

Friday, December 15, 2017

A Christmas Gift from a Reader

A lovely letter has just turned up in my post box, almost like a Christmas gift, from a reader named Laurie Gallop who knew Nigel Boulton.

Naturally I had to ring him straight away to say thank you. Laurie's nephew recently bought him a copy of Brothers in Arms: The Great War Letters of Captain Nigel Boulton, R.A.M.C. & Lieut Stephen Boulton, A.I.F., having heard Laurie reminisce so fondly about his old family doctor, 'Dr Boulton'. Laurie thinks many more old patients of Dr Boulton's at Ryde would love to read this book, if only they knew of its existence.
Dr Nigel Boulton
Although he is 85 years old, Laurie also enclosed with his letter his own drawing of the Old Bank House at Ryde, copied from a picture in the paper. He says this building, on the corner of Church St & Victoria Rd, housed the Bank of New South Wales until 1914 and included a hitching rail for horse-drawn vehicles. Dr Boulton purchased the building in 1922 and practised there until after the Second World War. He then moved to a new home and practice in Blaxland Rd, opposite the tram terminus.
Old Bank Building, Ryde, drawn by Laurie Gallop, 2017
Laurie drew this picture especially for me, as a gift to keep. At this time of year, it's a Christmas gift. Drawing is his hobby, he says, as his health status means he doesn't get out much. He was never an artist himself but his father made his living teaching art at the East Sydney Technical College, a.k.a. the National Art School at Darlinghurst. Coincidentally, this means that my mother Julia Woodhouse was an art student of Laurie's father, around 1940.

On the phone Laurie described Dr Boulton as quiet and gentlemanly, but not without humour, and very well-trained as a doctor. Here's Laurie's letter:

Dear Louise 

I must congratulate you on your fine book BROTHERS IN ARMS. It has meant a lot to me, as it has filled a void in the life of Dr Nigel Boulton. 

Dr Boulton and Nurse Lane were present at my birth on the xxxxxx 1931. The now faded Birth Certificate has one error. The Register Clerk mispelt Dr Boulton's name as Dr Boutton. O well! 

I have some very close memories of Dr Boulton and I must say they are part of my regular reminiscent moments in life. I kept in touch with Dr Boulton up until his death, spanning over 35 years. He was a fine and capable surgeon, especially as a setter of broken bones. His concern for the welfare of his patients was legendary. 

I have always wondered about the family life of Dr Boulton in particular. BROTHERS IN ARMS says it all. It is so interesting to read those beautiful letters between their mother and her two heroic sons. Without BROTHERS IN ARMS many people like myself would never have known very much about the Boultons and what a loss that would have been. 

My parents were married in 1920 and they set up home in Meadow Crescent, Meadowbank, and there they raised five children. We were all born at home except my sister Clare who was born at Wollongong. Dr Boulton was no doubt assisted by nurse Black or nurse Lane on the other occasions. 

The whole family were treated by Dr Boulton at one time or another. He got me through pneumonia with the trusty sulphur drugs, along with home care from my good mother. This was during the Second World War. He also removed a Half Penny from my stomach, without surgery in 1934. I was playing with coins laying down on the floor. I threw them up without care, at age three. Down the Half Penny went. Dr Boulton arrived at Ryde Hospital in no time, and I remember this event as if it was only yesterday. [On the phone to me, Laurie said he remembered choking and foaming at the mouth, a white sheet being placed over his head, and an overnight stay in hospital, so he assumes he was chlorofomed and the coin was extracted from his throat with a long instrument of some kind.]

Dr Boulton took over some of Dr Gordon Smith's patients at his retirement, about 1935. I can remember the old Bank House about this time. Dr Boulton had some of his wartime souvenirs on the picture ledges in the waiting room. He later moved to nearby Blaxland Rd opposite the tram terminus. It was a two story brick building and he remained there for the rest of his life. 

Dr Boulton loved his aeroplane. He was reported flying it, "Barnstorming" the railway bridge and going under it one Sunday afternoon, to the thrill of the picnic crowds in the park. This was some time in the 1930s. [Note - This story came to Laurie from his parents. My research shows that Nigel obtained his licence to fly a Gypsy Moth from the Royal Aero Club of NSW in 1928 and he flew a B.J. Monoplane on the Sydney to Melbourne leg of the East-West Air Race to Perth in 1929. His brother-in-law Cleon Dennis knew the Kingsford-Smith family.]
Gypsy Moth Plane, picture from en.Wikipedia.org
I worked and lived in Ryde for 55 years, and I remember the good Doctor doing his rounds in his 1946 Ford MERCURY. It was a big powerful car and it suited his tall lean stature.
1946 Ford Mercury, picture from www.hireoldcar.com
BROTHERS IN ARMS has given us a wonderful insight into the Boulton family. It has added a rich chapter into the history of Ryde and its people. 
Cheerio for now 
Laurie

NOTE: The book Brothers in Arms: The Great War Letters of Captain Nigel Boulton, R.A.M.C. & Lieut Stephen Boulton, A.I.F. recently rated very highly among all the books read by members of the Athenaeum Book Club in Melbourne during 2017. Hearing of that verdict was like another Christmas gift to me. The book's available in Australia via BookPOD and internationally via the online sources such as Amazon and Book Depository which are mentioned on my website. I hope everyone reading this post will enjoy some equally unexpected pleasures this Christmas and that the year to come, 2018, will be loving, healthy, safe and happy for you.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Dr Nigel Boulton of Ryde, Family Doctor


It's gratifying to watch the penny drop when you are speaking to a new audience, as I did on 12 July at the Ryde District Historical Society.

Nigel Boulton, R.A.M.C.
Actually, I'd wondered a few days beforehand whether anyone would come on the night, having looked at the RDHS online list of 'forthcoming events'. My talk was advertised only as Brothers in Arms: The Great War Letters of Captain Nigel Boulton, R.A.M.C. & Lieut Stephen Boulton, A.I.F., with no other preamble. Would you see reason to turn up?

Donning my long-ago hat of mathematics teacher, I realised I would have to convince my audience that there were logical and legitimate reasons for giving this particular talk. I rearranged my presentation to focus on -

Q1. Why am I giving this talk now?
A1. Because this was the group's monthly meeting closest to the centenary of the battle at Pozières, on the Western Front. Nigel's brother Stephen Boulton was there, 100 years ago. I showed slides of Pozières and explained its significance in Australian history.

Q2. Why am I giving it here, at Ryde?
A2. Because the Boultons had lived in the Ryde district for many years from mid 1890s to 1969. I showed slides of the family and the houses where they'd lived at Gladesville, all part of RDHS's local history but now obliterated by redevelopment.

Q3. What will you gain from reading my book?
A3. My book has special features as a 'war book'. It tells a start-to-finish story of 1914-18. It shows how Germany nearly won the war in the Spring of 1918 and how important was the role played by Australians. It's about relationships. My slides included pictures of Dr Nigel Boulton, working for the British Army, and his brother, in the Australian artillery.

When I arrived the room contained an audience, thank goodness, and using my trusty Powerpoint slides I tried to reward attendees for coming out on a cold winter's night.

Reaction

Brows wrinkled with puzzlement and then sighs of satisfaction were released as men and women in the audience realised I was talking about their old family doctor.

Person 1. "Wait a minute, was that the Dr Boulton in Blaxland Rd?" 
"Yes." 
"Really? He was our family doctor."

Person 2. "You mean Nigee Boulton, at the hospital?" 
"Yes" 
"For goodness sake, I was a young nurse on duty with him years ago."

Person 3. "Hey, that was the doctor's name on my birth certificate." 
"Quite likely. He practised round here for nearly 50 years after WW1."

Person 4. "I'm going home to check my birth certificate too."

I had to laugh.

Dr Nigel Boulton at Ryde, 1920s

Nigel Boulton with his great-niece Jennifer, 1947

About a month later:

The Department of Veteran's Affairs published a short 'review' of the Brothers in Arms book in the Off the Shelf page of VetAffairs (Vol 32, No 2, Winter 2016). Soon afterwards I received an email from 91-yr-old Rev Ron Hansard:
I feel Dr. Nigel Boulton, if his practice was in Ryde NSW was our family Dr. If so I remember as a child his rooms near Ryde Police Station and a glass cabinet containing a number of World War I items including what was probably a German Officers steel helmet. 
Naturally I telephoned Ron, who passed on some interesting anecdotes.

Ron's first point, about his Christian names.

Ron's parents were Stanley Hansard and Amy Fulton. Amy was born in 1894 at Niangla near Walcha and her mother died in 1896 when Amy was 2. She and her siblings fended for themselves for about 6 weeks, & were then farmed out to various relatives, with Amy raised by her mother’s childless sister Jessie (née Abernethy) and her husband George Gibson on the understanding the child should believe she was a Gibson. She farewelled her brother Bob off to WW1, not realising he was her brother and not her cousin. Robert John Fulton, aged 23 of Richard St, Ryde in 1915, listing his next of kin as his brother J Fulton, was killed at Fromelles on 19 July 1916 and his body has never been found.

When Amy married Stanley Hansard in 1923 she’d become aware of her true family history. Then she lost a still-born daughter in 1924. By the time Ron was born in 1925, his mother Amy had strong feelings about the significance of past family connections. As a result, Ron was named as Ronald George Abernethy Hansard, with nurse Black and Dr Nigel Boulton present at his birth.

Ron then repeated a story about Nigel which Ron had told in A Life Extended in ‘The Baptist Recorder.’ No 121, April 2013: ‘
When I was born on 7 June 1925 the family doctor asked what name was being given to me. Mum replied ‘Ronald George Abernethy Hansard’. Doctor said, ‘You both have one Christian name and you’re loading all this on this child.’ It is only in the last twenty years that I have come to use and appreciate my Scot name.
Ron's second point, about Nigel as a doctor:

Ron remembered his family doctor as physically lean, quiet by nature and very caring. Ron's parents had five children and little money, and when protracted illness struck Ron's father during the 1930s, more than once a box of groceries was delivered anonymously to Ron's mother. She always believed they were sent by Dr Boulton.

Ron's family was active in the Baptist Church but Nigel told them he was agnostic, after his wartime experiences. When Ron later felt called to the Ministry, involving years of further study, Nigel said to him 'Should you be doing that?', as if reminding Ron that, as the eldest, he owed something to his parents and younger siblings as a provider.

Ron also remembers Nigel with gratitude for his treatment in 1947, when he was admitted to hospital with rheumatic fever and 6 weeks later with the complication of pericarditis. Everyone thought Ron would not pull through the pericarditis but he recovered fully. Ron remembers Nigel saying to him 'You're a freak!'

Ron's third point, about Nigel as a mystery man

Q. Ryde School children believed he was building an aeroplane under Tuttlebees Grocery store opposite in Lane Cove Rd and would sneak down the lane way beside the shop to peer inside into the gloomy interior to see if it was true (about 1934). Was it?
A. I'm not sure. He did learn to fly and participated in the East-West air race from Sydney to Perth in 1929, getting as far as Melbourne.

Nigel with his first wife Mona (left) & his sister Thea, c 1920
Q. Was the rumour true that Dr’s first wife left him as she could no longer stand the pressure of being a Dr’s wife?
A. No, Mona liked having a good time and in 1923 she ran off with a man who'd stayed behind in Australia and had never been involved in the horrors of World War 1, whereas Nigel was probably a bit inclined to depression after his gruesome experiences in that war. He retained custody of his two boys, who were educated at The King's School, Parramatta. He remarried in 1927 but the marriage was unhappy and lasted about 10 years. In his early 60s he found happiness with his third wife.

Memories of Ron's cousin
Ron put me in touch with his cousin, Joan Fulton, who said she was born in 1923 and thinks Dr Boulton also delivered her. Until she moved away in 1948 he was her family's doctor and she remembers him as a kind, rather serious man. His surgery was in a red brick house on the corner of Blaxland Rd & Lane Cove Rd, with beautiful views across to the Blue Mountains. Joan doesn't remember the presence of a wife in his life.

When Joan caught scarlet fever at the age of 17 her mother did not want her to go automatically to an isolation ward in hospital and Dr Boulton, an expert at treating fevers of every kind as an army doctor, allowed Joan to stay at home.

Her mother had a lot of praise for him, especially because he was very kind towards any young woman who got herself 'into trouble'. He would send her away to someone he knew in the country who would look after her until the baby was born.

NOTE:
Nigel was my grandmother Thea's brother and thus my great-uncle. Sadly he has no descendants from either son, so had to make do with his sister's grandchildren. He practised as a doctor at Ryde from around 1920 until his death in 1969 at the age of 80. If you have memories of him in this period, I'd love to hear from you. Leave a comment below.

And don't forget - to discover more about Nigel's life and role in WW1, you are invited to buy my book!