Annette has a little book called Wilfred Southall. The Southall family with their children lived in King Harry’s Road in Birmingham and then in Edgbaston and finally in Kings Norton where Annette was born in the family home. Wilfred came from several generations of Quaker families, originally from Herefordshire and lived in a house called Almeley. A couple of generations earlier two of the Southall brothers at the beginning of the industrial revolution moved to Birmingham to start up a pharmaceutical business called Southalls. They had a factory and were they bought into the founders of Elastoplast. They made sanitary towels and cod liver oil and things like that. They lost a lot of trade when they decided that tampons wouldn’t every take on (a taste of Victorianism in that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself too much). They were allowed to read Shakespeare but were severely restricted from theatre and drink which would lead to bad lives. They were strict teetotalers because of the importance of temperance at the turn of the century. Wilfred was born in 1864, the outbreak of the American Civil War. Wilfred worked in the shop, but as his major hobby was the founder of went down to Farm Street to found a mission in the slums of central Birmingham to bring education and steer them away from drink. People adored grandpa – he was a magnificent figure of a man. It was the adult education era and ran all sorts of classes. He went to Palestine and bought back original shepherds costumes and artefacts, and he arranged a pageant at Farm Street when he came back so that the people there could all join in. Mutti was very involved with the women at Farm Street too – a building in the street used for Meeting for Worship on Sundays. Grandpa gave the sermons, and he was their great hero; they adored him.

Wilfred recorded the voices of his children on wax discs before the phonograph – he loved pioneering things. They always went to Wales for holiday – Barmouth, Aberdyfi, Borth. You can tell from the photos that they had a lovely time. Mutti said that they got hold of a donkey cart and used to get it on a slope and run it down hill.

Grandpa had a ‘his Masters Voice’ trumpet thing and he had an early car. He pioneered photography (lots of photo’s of his children in the 1890’s exist) in the ear of going under a black hood. He was very creative.

Annette remembers Isabel Southall nee Horsnaill born 1860 (Annette’s grandmother) as a little old lady in her seventies, although she was ‘big granny’ and we went to their golden wedding in 1938. Annette was left out of some of the fun being bracketed as the younger with Neive (Daphne was bracketed with the older children). They had amazing china. Isabel wrote melancholy ballad-like poems one of which was called ‘The man who comes to Sunday dinner’. That was because it was the main time she saw grandpa who was so busy. They were married in 1888. Isabel was paternal grandmother. Isabel came from the East Midlands. She had a sister called Agnes who never married and who became grandpa’s companion in old age and lived with him in rural Essex – she was a very gentle spirit. Isabel came from a Quaker family.

In the second word war they gave up their home, 107 Middleton Hall Road in Kings Norton for bombed out families in the East End (until Birmingham was itself bombed). It has now been turned into 8 flats with housing in the garden. There were stuffed birds on the newall posts, which ended up in a museum.

Four of Isabel and Wilfred’s six children died before their parents.

Ida Hayman nee Southall was the eldest of the six. She died of breast cancer aged about 40. Eric Hayman her husband was rather agreeable, though Annette didn’t have a formed grown-up view of him. They didn’t get up to anything desperately exciting….

Martin Southall had had a fall from a tree which was complicated by typhoid at Ackworth. He was about 13 – a horrible tragedy. Annette has a lovely photo of Martin.

Mutti was born in 1891, Gwendolin Mary, the second in that family of 6 children. Gwen went to school in a private school in Hazlemere in Surry? for a couple of years before going on to The Mount where she was very happy. She was very musical and allowed to learn the piano but always reckoned she was no good at maths. Her wretched mother said to her ‘it doesn’t matter your looking homely my dear because you have a kind heart’ – faint praise! When she left school where she had made a close friendship with someone called Peggy who became her closest personal friend Mutti wanted to go into social work (perhaps because of her experience of Farm Street) – she was very socially aware. The Southalls were very well off. She had done a lot in university camps for school girls where she was especially good at story telling and being jolly. Grandpa and granny didn’t think it a good career choice for a well brought up woman but said she could be a professional musician – she got a grand piano for her 21st from grandpa and learned under a pupil of Clara Schumann (Leanard someone?). Farr gave Mutti a present of a passionate sonata by Beethoven which is a piano shaking noisy one and she said it wasn’t at all her favourite but she was very touched! We she married Farr at 29 she gave it up, only playing for Sunday school, good works, helping out her children. She didn’t gravitate towards the piano probably through business in other good works. She grew up with a strong sense of Quaker discipleship at Edgbaston Meeting. Years later the grand piano ended up there. She devoted her life to helping Farr in his work after they married. She did some sort of nursing through WW1, perhaps winding bandages or something (not nursing training). When Farr was let out of prison the first thing he wanted to do was to go to Germany, but he quickly fell in through being weakened in prison and caught infection. Mutti was out with the FAU was allocated to nurse Farr, and they were engaged. They were fourth cousins on the Quaker tree and both went to Woodbrook – Mutti knew of Farr and never could believe her luck that she married him as he was the next thing to a saint and couldn’t put a foot wrong! They got married in 1920 within 3 months of having met – a very short engagement. Neither family put up any difficulty and they were married in Bewdley Meeting House and Farr forgot his suit and had to go back on his motorbike to collect it. Mutti also drove a motorbike much later and drove into a tree or a hedge in their Lancashire days. Farr got a job in the cotton mills that belonged to Percy (Lord Darwin), a Bootham friend of Farr’s.

Christine Radley nee Southall was the youngest, and she died aged 27 as result of dehydration following a gastric infection when her only child was 7 months old. He was Pat Radley.

The final child died at 6 months of bronchitis. All of these things are curable now…..

Isabel’s oldest daughter was Ida Margaret, who had 6 children, the youngest were Bernard and Margaret, who was called Mardyi.

Bernard Hayman was huge and much to be looked up to when Annette was ten and he was probably 18 – he was a young man and seemed colossally grown up.

Christine’s son Pat Radley was brought up by his grandmother who might have been called Maria. She was rather strict and old fashioned. Oscar visited their home in Wembley when he was in the Merchant Navy and they were very welcoming. Pat married Claire Watts, the daughter of the French teacher at Ackworth at the time when Phillip was the headmaster there. Phillip left under a cloud … as far as we can make out he sort of went over the committee and took the opinions of the sixth formers, the older pupils and somehow crossed wires with the committee. He was sort of pushed out. They had a Quaker wedding there and the sense was that it was the perfect match. This was probably more to do with the inevitability of it. They had three children, Nicholas, Peter and Christine, and went on to Sidcot where Pat taught English for about ten years before moving to Leicester. Annette and family briefly visited their home when they lived in Scraptoft.
They had a lovely holiday home in Wales, near Corwen and we visited them there in the winter and I think tobogganed.