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| Private Doctor Pickup |
Lancashire Fusiliers,
Died of Wounds,
17th April 1918
Age 20
Buried Westoutre British Cemetery.
Newspaper Report:
HASLINGDEN WEAVER KILLED - PRIVATE DOCTOR PICKUP
Official news has been received by his mother that Private Doctor Pickup, Lancashire Fusiliers, has died of wounds in France. The deceased soldier enlisted in August, 1916, and went out to France early in February, 1917. He was wounded last October but returned to the front shortly afterwards.
He was home on leave very recently and returned to France on March 22nd. From the official notice it appears that deceased was wounded in the head and left thigh from which he succumbed.
He formerly resided with his mother at 135 Hudrake, Haslingden , and was highly respected in the district. He was 20 years of age and single. In civil life he was employed as a weaver at Commercial Mill, Haslingden. His name is one the roll of honour at Ebenezer Baptist Chapel, Haslingden.
Newspaper Memorials:
In loving memory of Private Doctor Pickup, who died of wounds in France, April 17th 1918.
"Three years have passed but still I miss him,
Some may think the wound is healed,
But little do they know the sorrow,
Of him I loved so well.
My home is full of sorrow.
And my heart does ache with pain;
What would I give to have my son,
Stood by my side again,
"Remembrance sweet, sad to recall."
From his sorrowing Mother, 136 Hudrake.
"Three years have passed, how long it seems,
In all our thoughts your dear fare beams;
In memory's page we'll never blot,
Three little words - "Forget me not."
"Fondly remembered."
Grandma, Crawshawbooth.
"Could I, his mother, have clasped his hand,
The son I loved so well;
To kiss his brow when death was nigh,
And whisper a last farewell.
This day brings back the memory,
Of my dear son laid to rest;
And I who think of him today,
Am the one who loved him best,
He died for one and all,
May his reward be as great as his sacrifice."
From his heart broken Mother and Will, 135 Hudrake.
"Only those who have lost can tell,
A grandson so dear we loved so well;
Memory's pride is more than gold,
A good lad's worth cannot be told.
"Gone, but not forgotten."
From his sorrowing Grandma and Grandad, 541, Rakefoot, Crawshawbooth.
"In victory's hour we'll not forget,
Our gallant newphew sleeping;
In an unknown grave on the battlefield,
We will leave him in God's keeping."
Sadly missed by his Uncle Dick and Cousins
"Your memory is as fresh today,
As in the hour you passed away."
Ever remembered by his Uncle Ernest (in France), Aunt Betsy Jane, and Cousins.
"To memory ever dear,
Only a memory of bygone days,
And a sigh for a face unseen,
But a constant feeling that God above,
Knoweth best what might have been.
From his ever loving Pal Jim in France.
"He left his home in health and strength,
To answer his country's call;
He gave his life, he gave his best,
For you, for me, for all."
A token of respect from his sorrowing Cousin, Pte, J. Haworth (in France) and Annie, Pte J. Parkinson (in France), Pte. T. Dickinson (in France) and Pte. T. Caldwell.
"We cannot tell who next may fall,
Beneath Thy chastening rod;
One must be first, but let us all,
Prepare to meet our God.
He bade no friend, a last farewell,
Nor waved his hand to none;
He took his flight before we knew,
That he from us had gone."
From his loving Mother, 135 Hudrake, Haslingden
"Fondly I loved him, he is dear to me still,
But in grief I must bend to God's holy will;
My sorrow is great, my loss hard to hear,
But angels, dear Doctor, will guide you with care."
Sadly missed by Mary.
"My dear loved one's fighting is o'er,
He's finished with rifle and pack,
But its bitterly hard for me to know,
To old Blighty he'll never come back."
Always remembered by Mary.
"One year has passed, our hearts still sore,
As time rolls on we miss him more;
Lord called him home, it was His will,
But in our hearts he is with us still.
My loving nephew, so true and kind,
A beautiful memory left behind;
Words cannot express our grief and pain,
We would give all we possess to have him back again."
From his sorrowing Uncle Bob and cousins (Joo in France, and John in Germany), and Annie.
"One year has passed and still we miss him,
Loving him dearly his memory we will keep,
Never till life ends will we forget him,
Dear to our hearts is the place where he sleeps."
"He gave his greatest gift - his life."
From his loving Cousins, Ann Alice, Tom and baby Lizzie.
