Hello, thank you for taking the time to look at my site.To give me an idea of who's been visiting me here, you can write in the guestbook.
We have a facebook page for our new group the Netley Hospital Heritage Group:
The postcode for the park is Netley Abbey, Southampton,
This is a website dedicated to the soldiers and civilians that are buried in Netley Military Cemetery and also the history of the Royal Victoria Hospital in which most of them were treated but later, sadly died. I will be uploading more photos and information about this wonderful place soon. If you have any stories or information about anyone buried here, please get in touch and maybe I can add it to this website for everyone to read.
Many of the headstones are no longer readable which sadly, is the story of a lot of cemeteries. Families no longer have the time to visit or don't know the whereabouts of their departed relatives. If anyone has a query about the cemetery or the people laid to rest here, please ask me - I might be able to help. I have photo's of all the graves (I think!) and am hoping to research as many as I can for people who maybe cannot do it for themselves or live too far away. Also, I am hoping to transcribe the burial registers which will take a while - some of the handwriting is pretty hard to read. I feel that not enough is known about the people buried here and I hope to do my bit to change that. This is a really special place and it would be a good thing to have more known about it.
Please get in touch if you have any relatives buried here. I would like to make the information available to everyone.
I hope you use my information for your research, but please double check just in case I have made a mistake - please correct me if I get it wrong! Also, a link to my site or a credit for my research would be very much appreciated.
Strange but True! Royal Victoria Hospital, Netley
A steeple 'Jack' can do it standing on his head!
Jack Trussler can be seen here standing on his head at the ...end of a scaffold board some 150ft off the ground!
Jack was a steeplejack and was tasked with replacing the lightening conductors on the dome of the clock tower at the old Royal Victoria Hospital, Netley in 1935.
When asked why he had done it he replied: "It makes a more interesting picture"
It certainly did that Jack!
Thank you William Burns on Southampton Sotonians and Friends facebook page
I have just put some photos on the Netley Film Footage tab (on the left) taken in 1994 of the "Hampshire Remembers D-Day" event when Prince Philip paid us a visit. If you recognize anyone, please could you let me know.
800,000 Red Poppies Pour Like Blood From The Tower Of London
From the Huffington Post by Katherine Brooks 4th August 2014
In honor of the 100th anniversary of World War I, the historic Tower of London has been transformed by a massive art installation.
Titled "Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red," the expansive piece brings 888,246 ceramic poppies to the property of Her Majesty's Royal Palace and Fortress. Appearing like a blood-red moat around the castle, the poppies pay tribute to the Great War's fallen troops.
Crawford Butler, the longest serving Yeoman Warden at the Tower of London, poses with the first ceramic poppy to be 'planted' in the dry moat at Tower of London on July 17, 2014 in London, England.
Ray Lonsdale's sculpture of a British Tommy which is on Seaham seafront in County Durham. Pictures from Ceri Oakes. Mail Online.
This poem was sent to me by Ellis and Jacqui who I had the pleasure of meeting on the 27th July 2014 at the WWI Commemoration Day at Netley. They saw it at the Menin Gate a few years ago and made a copy of it. Thank you.
A POEM FOR REMEMBRANCE DAY
“The inquisitive mind of a child”.
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today?
The poppies child, are flowers of love,
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppy grows.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood my child
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black Mummy,
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief
For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy, are you crying so?
Your tears are giving me pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child
For the world is forgetting again.
Have a look at these lovely illustrations by Tim Fox-Godden