Mary Nichols: We'll Meet Again

We are thrilled that Mary Nichols has found time in her busy schedule to join us today. Even more so as she is writing about her latest work which is set around Bletchley Park. Welcome, Mary.

We’ll Meet Again is about the secrets people were expected to keep in WW2, secrets they could not even tell their nearest and dearest.

The story surrounding the Government Code and Cypher School or Station X, better known as Bletchley Park, is fascinating, awe-inspiring and almost incredible. Thousands of people worked there, everyone of whom was sworn to secrecy. That the secret was kept by so many for so long is truly amazing.

They were recruited from all walks of life and were a mixture of civilians and people from all three services. They ranged from incredibly clever mathematicians, linguistics and puzzle solvers to typists, telex operators, messengers, cooks, cleaners and motor cyclists. The motor cyclists were an important part of the operation. They brought in coded German messages from outlying radio listening stations to be deciphered at Bletchley, travelling at high speed in all weathers, often through the night. No one was allowed to receive mail at Bletchley Park, it all had to come through a box number at the War Office and no post left Bletchley Park. It was taken by the motor cyclists all over the country to be posted. Imagine the puzzlement of your family receiving letters from you posted all over the place. It would make them wonder what you were up to, wouldn’t it?

Bletchley Park

The work was done in huts built in the grounds of the park, and each had a separate function. The enemy used a very clever machine called an enigma to encipher their messages and it was the job of the decoders at Bletchley Park to unscramble them. They used a modified Typex machine made to work like an enigma, and other more complicated electro-mechanical machines called bombes. They couldn’t work unless they had a crib to start them off, things like call signs, transmission times, the length of the message and the mistakes of the German operators. One apparently habitually used the name of his girlfriend.  Without those there were 58 million, million, million possibilities.

 

The work was further complicated because there was no universal setting, every section of the German intelligence services, army, navy and air force, all used different machines and different settings and they were changed every twenty-four hours.  Then everyone had to begin all over again.  How on earth did they manage it? It needed the genius of men like Alan Turing, ‘Dilly’ Knox, Gordon Welchman and a host of others, to come up with the answers. The intelligence gathered was sent to whoever needed to know, but the recipient was only told it came from ‘a reliable source’.  It won battles, sunk enemy ships, tracked u-boats and saved thousand of lives. All in secret.

Since the secret was revealed in the 1980s There have been many books written about it and I acquired a few of them. Hut Six by Gordon Welchman was the one that broke the silence. It goes into some detail about how the enigma code was cracked with logic, though mathematics certainly came into it. I tried to follow it but figures have never been my strong point and though I could see vaguely how it was done, that was as far as I could go. It did not stop me enjoying the story it told and wondering what it must hve been like to have a secret like that and not be able to tell a soul, not even your nearest and dearest. There is a tale of a couple being shown round the Park by a guide, at the end of which the lady said, 'Very Good. You’ve almost got it right.’ Her husband turned to her in astonishment and said, ‘You were here?’ and when she confirmed it, he said, ‘So was I.’ It was the first that either had known about the other. Hard to believe, and it may be apocryphal, but who would not be fascinated by it, especially an inquisitive writer looking for something to write about?

 

The work done at Bletchley Park is mentioned frequently in other books I have researched for my WW2 stories. Its influence on the conduct of the war was far reaching, but its legacy is even more widespread. The first ever computer, a huge affair called ‘Colossus’ was built at Bletchley Park. Today’s computers, microchips and the hundreds of gadgets we use every day, were born in the huts of Bletchley Park.

 



We’ll Meet Again tells the story of two girls who work there, Prue, the daughter of an earl, and Sheila, a girl from the East End of London who has lost all her family in the first big air raid of the blitz. Together they face the challenges of wartime Britain and the secret they must keep.

We’ll Meet Again is published by Allison and Busby and is available from bookshop and online. Paperback ISBN: 9780 7490 17040.

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Thank you so much for visiting the blog today, Mary. We both look forward to reading We’ll Meet Again.

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JOHN JACKSON: Waterloo - My Family

We are delighted to welcome John Jackson back to the blog today with another gem from his past.

Yet Another Ancestor – we all have them. This year it’s the two hundredth anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo and my great-great-grandfather was there.

Henry Dumaresq was then a twenty three year old Major in Wellington's Army. He joined the Army as an Ensign in Portugal in 1807 and served without a break, rising through the ranks and finishing up as Major and ADC to General Byng of the 2nd. Brigade of Guards. He fought at all the major battles in the Peninsula and in France.

Henry had no fortune behind him. His father had served in the Army for twenty years in Canada. He returned to England, married and settled down, running the militia in Worcester for some years before dying of liver cancer.

Because of his service in the Army, the War Office offered to educate Henry and his brothers and they all went into the Army as “Ensigns, without purchase”. Henry went into the 9th. Foot, now the Norfolk Regiment.

Henry was also at the Duchess of Richmond's Ball, on the eve of the battle. The news of Napoleon's advance over the border reached Wellington at the ball late at night. He borrowed a map from his host, and decided then and there that he would stop him at Waterloo.

The officers famously all left the ball and returned to their duties. Henry would have been inordinately busy as ADC to a brigade commander.

He was involved with the defence of Hougoumont, a large farmhouse which spent a long time being assaulted by the pick of Napoleon's troops. He took a musket ball through the lungs, but stayed on his horse long enough to deliver a despatch to Wellington. The musket ball was never removed and led to his premature death twenty three years later

Castle of Hougoumont

Dumaresq is a Jersey name, and Henry was the only Jerseyman recorded as being at the Battle.

Georgette Heyer wrote of both the ball and battle in her impeccable historical romances, An Infamous Army, and The Spanish Bride. (two of my personal favourites of any books)

After the battle, Henry made a remarkable recovery, all be it with the ball still in him. One of his sisters, Elizabeth, married General Ralph Darling who went out to Mauritius, and thence to New South Wales, as Governor. He took Henry with him as his Military secretary. Darling's name is perpetuated in New South Wales, with Darling Harbour in Sydney and the Murray-Darling River complex. The Dumaresq River separates Queensland from New South Wales.

Henry Dumaresq

In June 1827 Henry returned to England and married Sophia, daughter of Augustus, Earl of Lanesborough. They went back to Australia and bought land in the Hunter Valley and ran sheep. (Now, if only they had made wine!) This was never a success, and Henry's physical condition worsened. He eventually died and is buried at Muswellbrook. The local town, Armidale, is now called Armidale Dumaresq after him.

They had three sons and four daughters. There are still Dumaresqs in Australia, mostly in Victoria and Tasmania. I've met some of them over the years. One of them, Martin, still farms on the family farm in Tasmania, on one of the oldest farms there. They still have the convicts’ quarters on the farm, now unoccupied.

The Duchess of Richmond's Ball was revived some years ago and is held in Brussels under the auspices of the British Embassy. It is VERY posh and raises substantial funds for charity. This year's Ball is completely sold out, and the waiting list closed.

Thank you, John. A fascinating look into the history of your family.

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