The Lamberty / Lamberti Connection
Much of the information in this table is due to Anne Burgess, to whom I am very grateful, and to further googling of (for example) 'Lamberty family Mauritius Edinburgh', which reveals a number of useful posts on RootsWeb website. There are obvious inconsistencies associated with Ryland's date of birth – the certificate of marriage to Helen Ferguson gives his age at that time as 38, for example.
In the medical qualifications mentioned below, the L implies 'Licenciate of' and
RCP = Royal College of Physicians
RCS = Royal College of Surgeons
RCPE = Royal College of Physicians of Edinburgh
RCSE = Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh
RFPSG = Royal Faculty of Physicians and Surgeons of Glasgow
|#||Individual||Spouse / Partner||Family|
of Lamberty Road,
||Henry Gilbert Lamberty|
(ca 1892 –
|‑2||Henry Gilbert Lamberty
LRCPE, LRCSE, LRFPSG
(ca 1892 –
|Louisa (Louie) Torrie Murphy
(b ca 1894)
(m 12 Jun 1908,
|Ryland Charles Lamberty (GP)|
(22 May 1908 –
5 Feb 1996)
plus 8 siblings:
Winston Maurice Lamberty
(21 Jul 1912 –
12 Aug 2006)
(b ca 1913)
(b ca 1919)
(b ca 1921)
(b 25 Aug 1924)
and another daughter ...
(Miss) N Lamberty
|‑1||Dr RylandB Charles Lamberty LRCP LRCS
(22 May 19081, 2 –
5 Feb 1996)
lecturer at Univ of Edinburgh Medical School, subsequently GP in London
|Philomène Françoise Douchet Cook
(ca 1920 –
(m 3 Jan 1940 –
26 Jul 1950)
daughter of John and Laura (née Douchet) Cook
|Irene L[ouisa] Lamberty|
David C[harles] Lamberty
|Dr Helen Erskine Ferguson LRCP LRCS
(25 May 1925 –
9 Dec 1966)
(m 9 Sep 1950)
|John Martin Lamberty|
|Betty Eileen Lambert
(b ca 1921)
(m 18 Jan 1975)
|Jane Francis Thomson
(m 8 Apr 1978)
Dr Norman Alister Lamberty FRCP Edin
(21 Jul 1912 – 12 Aug 2006)
Norman Lamberty was born in Mauritius in 1912, one of 9 children. When he was a teenager, the family returned to Edinburgh and Norman was sent to the High School, and subsequently to Edinburgh University, where he qualified in 1939.
He was a dignified man who was very well respected by colleagues and patients alike and had a wonderful sense of humour. He retired in 1977.
Dr Ryland Charles Martin Lamberty LRCP LRCS
(22 May 1908 – 5 Feb 1996)
There don't seem to be any photographs of him still around, if ever there were, but I still have a vivid memory of him – not tall (5'5" at the most), olive-hued, very dark crinkly hair, pock-marked, pleasantly ugly face, and hands scarred by dermatitis.
Having said all that, the photograph of his brother Norman (though very good-looking), conveys the same penetratingly shrewd, kindly expression as Ryland.
As mentioned elsewhere, I believe that Ryland lectured in the Medical School at the University of Edinburgh when Helen was a student, and protocol probably dictated that they didn't marry until after she graduated.
They then became GP's in a medical partnership in Camden Town, at that time a seedy run-down area of North Central London (top RH corner of Regents Park), by now probably gentrified beyond all recognition. Their patients were mostly Caribbean and East European immigrants, and Ryland had a fund of entertaining tales about his experiences over the years – in fact he drafted a volume of GP reminiscences, rather like the Herriot vet books, but with human instead of animal patients, though I think he set it aside after Helen was so badly injured in the 1960 car-crash.
There was a third partner during the era that I used occasionally be taken to be taken to see 'Uncle' Ryland or Cousin Helen for some youthful ailment or other, a second generation Pole called Max Skoblo, who had trained at St Bartholomews Hospital, aka Barts. Bald, plump and pale of mien he was slightly unprepossessing, and even to my eyes he always seemed rather downbeat.
According to my father, Max and his mother had escaped the Holocaust by reaching England somehow, though knowing no English at all to start with. After he'd been at school for a little while, his birthday became imminent, and his mother determined to provide a really special birthday party to invite his whole class to. She had scrimped and saved and bought the invitation cards and all the provisions for the tea. In the early afternoon of his birthday, young Max waited excitedly for the first guests to arrive. And waited and waited. And waited. But nobody came. He had forgotten to hand out the invitations to his classmates.
I still think that's one of the most poignant stories I've ever heard.
Something else I heard in that same era was that Max was a soft touch when his patients wanted uppers, downers, tranquillisers, pain-killers, anti-depressants and all those other things for which the pharmacist needs a GP's prescription before dispensing to the customer. The NHS paper-trail is officially monitored, but complicity between GP and the dispensing chemist can stay under the radar, though evidently not for ever:
Chemist & Druggist, Vol 213, No 5213, p556
5 Apr 1980
Chemist found guilty of script fraud plot
A Kilburn pharmacist was found guilty at the Old Bailey this week of plotting
to defraud the Brent and Harrow Area Health Authority over forged prescription forms.
Mr Sidney Frankel, who had premises in Willesden Lane and lived in St John's Wood, North London, had denied conspiring to defraud the authority by the presentation of forged prescription forms and falsely representing the description and quantity of medicines prescribed by doctors Barry Michaels and Max Skoblo and dispensed by him to their patients.
Earlier, Mr Daniel Hollis, prosecuting, had told the jury both doctors had pleaded guilty to similar offences and would be sentenced later. Mr Frankel was bound over on bail to come up for judgment after the Easter recess.
Mr Hollis said Mr Frankel and the doctors agreed that Mr Frankel submitted forged forms to obtain money for goods which had never been prescribed or dispensed. He said the offences, committed between November 1976 and September 1977, involved only a small amount of money. "We are looking at something like £50 per person throughout the period we can prove".
Chemist & Druggist, Vol 213, No 5217, p798
17 May 1980
Pharmacist jailed for script frauds
A pharmacist and two general practitioners were jailed at the Old Bailey for defrauding the National Health Service. Mr Sidney Frankel, a pharmacist from St John's Wood, London, was jailed for 30 months and ordered to pay prosecution costs up to £5,000. Dr Barry Michaels and Dr Max Skoblo were each jailed for 18 months.
The three defendants were charged with conspiring to defraud the health authority by presenting forged prescription forms falsely representing the description and quantity of medicines. The general practitioners had pleaded guilty and Mr Frankel was found guilty at the Old Bailey last month (C&D April 5, p556). Judge Gwyn Morris said to Frankel: "You were an essential party in this fraud. Without you it could not have been operated. Unlike the doctors you lacked the courage to acknowledge your obvious guilt. You committed perjury and sought to deceive the jury but they had no difficulty in recognising you as an utterly contemptible fraud."
This sort of malarkey happened years after Helen's death and Ryland's retirement. But while I was still at school Ryland had put forward a bizarre scheme to my father that was presumably part of a strategy to eliminate Max Skoblo from their practice.
William, like my mother, had absolutely no idea as to what I was doing (or more likely neglecting) at school, but like so many people of his generation he was convinced that strings needed to be pulled in order to outmanoeuvre the opposition. Ryland put it to him that I should become qualified in medicine, preferably at Edinburgh, of course, and could then become a partner in the lucrative Camden Town practice with himself and Helen.
Oblivious of having told my form-master 'Chalky' only the year before, that I would take over the PowerTyping "family" business in due course (an idea indescribably alien to me anyway), and that Chalky had thereupon persuaded me to give up Biology in favour of History (a swap which certainly found favour with me), William eagerly unrolled this red-carpet prospect to me. Not since the South Sea Company prospectus had anything quite so obviously doomed to disaster ever been conceived or promoted.
But the switch to History had entirely unanticipated benefits, as I was therefore obliged to take Applied Maths in the Sixth Form (rather than Zoology and Botany) and was unexpectedly entranced by the topic of celestial mechanics, inter alia, with consequences that resonate to this very day.