The Townend Connection
As per the genealogical tree depicted on pp 68-69 of
The Kaulbacks, Lt Col R J A (Bill) Kaulback DSO MA FRGS, published privately, 1979
with appropriate amendments and extensions as supplied by my wife Sonia. Please note that familiar names are used rather than given names, where appropriate – but in some cases it isn't clear whether a name is given or familiar anyway!
I have also made extensive use of the Townend family history compiled by Sir Harry Townend in 1961, and the accompanying family tree which was evidently extended to the mid-1990's by other members of the family following his death in 1976.
Please note also that I've (temporarily at least) included dates of birth and death, where available from Sir Harry's history and/or tree, and that I've only included the bare minimum of Kaulback information, which is compiled exhaustively in the Kaulback Connection.
I'd also like to acknowledge Helen Thornton's deeply impressive ongoing archive of Townend family correspondence, from which I've corrected a number of embarrassing mistakes on my part in the table below, and continue to enjoy such a fascinating insight into family life during the pre-war colonial era in India.
|#||Individual||Spouse / Partner||Family|
|William (Willie, Bill)|
Alfred (Barney, Parp)
Francis (Fanter, Frank)
|‑2||Bill Townend||Irene (Rene) Ellam||—|
Joyce (b 1915)
||Richard F Townend1, 2|
(1917–9 Aug 1942)
Annette (b 1919)
Rosemary (Romey) (b 1923)
||George (b 1923)|
John (b 1926)
Charlotte (b 1933)
||Kate (b 1945)|
Harriet (b 1948)
|‑1||Joyce Townend||Frank Marmoy||Josephine (Jo) (b 1941)|
Gavin (b 1945)
|Julia (b 1958)|
|‑1||Ronald Kaulback||Audrey Howard||Sonia|
|‑1||Bill Kaulback||Violet Pears||Carolyn (Canni)|
|‑1||Annette Townend||Leonard Arculus||Helen (b 1947)|
Richard (b 1949)
Margaret (b 1951)
|‑1||Romey Townend||Ogden Turner||James (1954–1983)|
Joan (b 1950)
|‑1||Pip Townend||Meg Cross||William (b 1959)|
Mary (b 1960)
Alice (b 1962)
Peter (b 1964)
|‑1||Hugh Townend||Marion Tulloch||John (b 12 Dec 1972)|
Thomas (b 20 Jan 1976)
Andrew (b 19 Sep 1978)
Oliver (b 1 Dec 1982)
|‑1||George Green||Marian Richards||Andrew (b 1956)|
Ruth (b 1959)
|‑1||John Green||Ninette Swan||Susan (Susie) (b 1953)|
Christopher (b 1956)
|‑1||Charlotte||Baron Georges de Serdici||Simonna|
|0||Kate Pringle||Brian Thorogood||Lisa (b 1975)|
Hannah (b 1978)
|0||Harriet Pringle||Richard Cripps||Thomas (b 1979)|
Oliver (b 1982)
Joanna (b 1985)
|0||Julia Townend||Eric Booth||Theo|
|0||Helen Arculus||Alan Thornton||Rosie|
|0||Richard Arculus||Patricia Morton||Stephen|
|0||Margaret Arculus||Lloyd Yu|| |
|0||Joan Turner||Brian Hutton||Kirk|
|0||William Townend||Deborah Stevensen||Alice (stillborn, 1994)|
Nellie, Anna, Laura (triplets 23 Jun 1996)
|0||Mary Townend||Maurice O'Brien||Ben (b 13 Jun 1985)|
Charlotte (b 16 May 1987)
James (b 1 Jan 1989)
Julia (b 21 May 1990)
Elizabeth (b 1993)
|0||Alice Townend||Jeff Comber||Emma (b 13 Jun 1988)|
Matthew (b 25 Sep 1990)
|0||Peter Townend||Treffery Barnett||Briannah (1 Jan 1994)|
|0||Andrew Green||Melody Woods|| |
|0||Ruth Green||Mike Bartlett|| |
|0||Susie Green||Donald Cruikshank||Daniel (b 1990)|
Jonathan (b 1990?)
|0||Christopher Green||Sarah Hayes||Tom (b 1979)|
Stephanie (b 1981)
Matthew (b 1983)
Philip (b 1988)
For biographical profiles of the Rev Alfred Townend and his seven sons, taken from The Kaulbacks please click pp 70-71 and 72-73.
Of greatest immediate interest amongst these distinguished offspring were
Bill Townend, who was at school with P G Wodehouse. They remained lifelong friends (see for example the copious references to Bill in Robert McCrum's recent biography Wodehouse: a life, Viking, 2004). Bill himself was perhaps not so talented or successful as PG, who nevertheless always ensured that their relations were on an equal footing.
Frank Townend, frequently mentioned in his elder sister Alice's early Random Recollections, and in the article Evidence for an Afterlife (see Alice Townend for both these links) relating to his death from terrible injuries in the First World War, as described in the following section. Click here for additional biographical details.
Barney Townend, ICE1, 2 blessed with great intellect and sporting ability, one of the so-called "Heaven Born" of the ICS, as Rural Development Commissioner in Bengal (maybe some contact with Peter Hately Waddell). Possibly of even greater interest today are his wife Joan Bevington's letters in the archive mentioned above.
Harry Townend, an eminent trading magnate and chairman of the Shaw Wallace Group, a huge trading and manufacturing conglomerate. His account of its history, A History of Shaw Wallace [etc.] by Sir Harry Townend, Sree Saraswaty Press, Calcutta, 1965, was definitive and well-received: see www.koi-hai.com/Default.aspx?id=502870 (or click here for a local copy).
Sons receive a much greater degree of attention throughout The Kaulbacks than do daughters or indeed wives or sisters, and of course this can be understood in terms of the genealogical process itself and indeed the whole tenor of pre-feminist thinking. This is no reflection on Bill Kaulback himself, as we are all imbued with the zeitgeist into which we are born.
Lord Kitchener regrets
This excerpt is taken from the first chapter of
By Request of Uvani, A M Kaulback, privately published, 1965 or later
Early in the First World War I received a telegram
FROM H.M. WAR OFFICE, 31ST MARCH, 1915.
DEEPLY REGRET TO INFORM YOU
THAT CAPTAIN F.W.TOWNEND R.E.
DIED 3.5 A.M 29TH MARCH.
LORD KITCHENER EXPRESSES HIS
REGRETS, SECRETARY, WAR OFFICE.
A few days later, I gazed, horror stricken, at a long paragraph in the Morning Post. It was headed "An Officer's Heroism", and read as follows
"A motor-ambulance driver, at the front, sends his mother a thrilling account of the fortitude and cheerfulness of an officer under the most distressing conditions. The driver says 'After dinner I commenced a letter, but was interrupted by a shell bursting in the vicinity and a man yelling for bandages. Of course I rushed to see if I could be of any use, and found that the shell had burst at the side of the road about forty yards away, right in the midst of a party of Indian engineers who were inspecting the telegraph wires. T and I grabbed stretchers from our car and, with some others, rushed for the Indians. I was late in starting and all the Indians were being attended to when I arrived on the scene. However I saw someone in the shell-hole where the men had been hit, and so had escaped notice. It was a man, the white officer of the Indians, who appeared to have his legs half buried in the debris of the hole. He told us to attend to the others first; he was all right. And then, as we moved him, we saw that he was standing on the stumps of his legs. Both had been shot off at the knees. (I'm telling you this story because of the extraordinary courage the man showed – such courage as I've never seen before and hardly imagined. It's worthwhile hearing the horror of it to realise that we are officered by such men.)
'He was perfectly conscious and calm, and spoke as though he were a medical officer and someone else the victim. He looked at his legs as we moved him on to the stretcher and asked me quietly (he was not in the least excited, and his handsome face showed no pain), to tie something tight round his legs to stop the bleeding. I did what I could with my handkerchief and another I requisitioned, and we took him to our billet. We had to move hurriedly, of course, as a second shell followed, and we wanted cover in case any more arrived.
'There were two R.A.M.C. men with us, and they attended to the subsequent first-aid. They discovered another horrible wound in his arm, and while they were dressing it he told them he thought he would give up football next year. We then took him to the nearest hospital. He was still conscious and perfectly collected, and laughed quietly and talked, apologising for the trouble he was causing, while on the way to hospital. And I came back thinking of that tag in some book or other, I have seen a man. The poor fellow died in hospital'"
The following day the Morning Post said they had learnt that this officer was Captain Francis Whitchurch Townend, Royal Engineers, one of my brothers.