Harrogate Herald - 1st December 1915
Receiving the Herald :
Private Kenneth F Taylor, 010577, 12 Company,
Army Ordnance Corps, British Expeditionary Force, France.
Harrogate Herald - 1st December 1915
Other photographs we reproduce today are those of F
G Andrews, son of Mr and Mrs F C Andrews, of Esplanade
Cottages, Harrogate. He is an apprentice on SS Beemah, of the
Merchant Service, which is on a trip to South America; Trooper O
Atkinson, Yorkshire Dragoons, son of Mr Atkinson, of
Oatlands Mount, Harrogate, who is coachman to Captain Whitworth,
of Leadhall Lane, Harrogate; he is in training in Harrogate. Private
C Twineham, signaller 3/5th West Yorks; M Narsy, OS, RND;
C L Brennan, OS, HMS Victory; and Private Kenneth F Taylor,
of the Army Ordnance Corps, and with the British Expeditionary Force
in France.
Harrogate Herald - 1st December 1915
Photo Page
Local Lads on Active Service.
Private K F Taylor, AOG
Harrogate Herald - 3rd January 1917
Letters
The following are men who have sent us the Army
post-card briefly stating that they are well and have received
papers and parcels, or whose letters contain views that have
repeatedly been expressed by other correspondents, but show their
friends that they are all right :
Private K Taylor (Season's greetings)
Harrogate Herald - 24th January 1917
Letters
Gunner R Ramsden writes :
Once again I have the pleasure of writing to thank you for the
Herald, which I received last night. Well, I will just tell you how
we spent our Christmas here. No doubt it will interest you. In the
first place it was a good time for us. We had practically the same
as most people in Blighty; in fact, it was one gorge from 8am until
12pm. It was quite the extreme of last Xmas, which was one I shall
never forget. We had a sing-song, which reminded one of a lot of
schoolboys just broken up for summer holidays, and taking it all
round it was a jolly good day. Now "our friends across the
way" did not approve of Christmas Day, as they were throwing
scrap iron about all day. Of course we treated it with silent
contempt for the time being, but on Boxing Day we replied with the
zeal of the British artillery. One of our infantry bands played in
front of the wire entanglements early in the morning, but the
Christmas carols must have roused their anger. As there are no
church bells about here, we could not ring the old year out or the
New Year in, so we blazed away with guns from five minutes to twelve
until five minutes past, just to show them we had let the old year
go out fighting and the New Year enter with the same spirit. Someone
has been kind enough to provide us with a gramophone and records,
and we are having music all day. By the way, we should all be
pleased if at any time you get a few records on hand if you would
remember us. We have a big dugout which is likely to be snowed up by
the first snowstorm, which won't be long, as the hills in front of
us are covered now, and we are expecting it any time. The winter
here does not start until the middle of January, and lasts until
May. In fact, we had a snowstorm in June last year - and they are
winters, too, aided by a strong north wind. It reminds me of being
round the North Pole or somewhere up in that district. Hills are
covered, plains are covered, and everything is as desolate as some
unexplored country. I suppose Christmas was a quiet time this year,
and I hope by next Christmas that the war is over and all the boys
at home (or someone else's home). I am writing to Ken Taylor,
who is in the AOC out here, and we are arranging a good time for our
arrival in Blighty, and if we meet our other pals who are out here I
have no doubt but that our expectations will be fulfilled. I will
now draw this short letter to a close, hoping you are in the best of
health.
