Wednesday, 3 June 2015

King, Charles - Private (30946)

Private Charles King
1st/4th Battalion,
The Loyal North Lancashire Regiment,
Died 1st October 1918,
Age 25,
Buried Chocques Military Cemetery.

Newspaper Report:

Private Charles King, Royal North Lancs., (formerly East Lancashires), son of Mrs. Harris, of 207 Park Lane View, Holden Wood, Helmshore, died at a Casualty Clearing Station in France on October 1st from wounds received in action.  25 years of age, he previously worked at Park Mill, Helmshore, and later at Nobel's.  He joined up two years ago last New Year's Day, and went out to France the same year. He was wounded on April 12th, this year, and returned to France only on August 14th.  He is on the roll of honour at Mus bury Church.  A brother was killed on September 25th, 1916, and another brother has recently been discharged from the Army on medical grounds.  The family are well known and respected in Helmshore.

Newspaper Memorials:

In loving memory of my dear boy, Pte. Charles King, died of wounds, October 1st 1918.

A bitter grief, a blow severe,
To part with one I love so dear;
It was God's will, I won't complain,
But hope to meet in heaven again.

Softly at night the stars are gleaming,
Upon a silent grave,
Where there sleepeth, without dreaming,
The one I loved, but could not save."

Ever remembered by his sweetheart, Lizzie, 25 Back Bank Terrace, Blackburn Road, Haslingden.

"Upright and just in all his ways,
Honest and faithful to the end of his days."

Ever remembered by Phoebe.

"Not dead to those who loved him,
Not lost, but gone before;
He lives with us in memory still,
And will for ever more."

Ever remembered by Mr.  Bentley, 8 Lodge Street, Lee Mill, Bacup.

"The Midnight star shines on the grave,
Of one whom we would have liked to save,
For all of us he did his best,
May God grant him eternal rest."

Ever remembered by Mr. and Mrs. Bentley and family, 595, Glen Top, Stacksteads.

"He gave his greatest gift - his life."

From Willie and Enoch, in Canada

KING (Harris).  In loving memory of our dear Sons and Brothers, Pte. Charles King, who died of wounds in France, October 1st 1918; also of Pte. William Harris, who was killed in action September 25th, 1916.

"We little thought when they left home,
They would no more return,
That they so soon in death would sleep,
And leave us here to mourn.

We mourn for you, dear sons and brothers,
But the hardest part has yet to come,
When the heroes do return,
And we miss among the cheering crowd,
The ones we love so well."

In loving remembrance from Mother, Father, Brothers and Sisters, 207, Holden Wood, Helmshore.

"Oh, how we miss you, brothers dear,

No word can ever tell;
Your smiling faces and loving ways,
Will for ever with us dwell."
"Too dearly loved to be forgotten."

From their loving Sister and Brother in law and little Jim and Fanny 10 Co-operation Street, Crawshawbooth. 

"We think of you in silence,
No eye may see us weep;
But over in our aching hearts,
Your memory we shall keep."

From his loving Sister and Brother in law and little Nephews and Nieces, The Cottage, Helmshore.

"No loved one stood beside you,
To hear your last farewell;
No words of comfort could you have,
From one who loves you well.

None know how sad the parting was,
Or what the farewell cost,
But God and His holy angels,
Have gained what I have lost.

Deeply mourned by his sorrowing Sweetheart, Lizzie.

He died as noble as he lived,
To do his hit and take his share;
His heart was good, his spirit brave,
And now he lies in a hero's grave."

Sadly missed by his Friend, Phoebe.

We shall never forget him, we loved him too dearly,
For his memory to fade from our minds like a dream,
The lips need not speak when the heart mourns sincerely,
Our thoughts often dwell where they seldom are seen."

Deepest sympathy from Mrs. Bentley, 8, Lodge Street, Bacup.

In our home you are fondly remembered,
Sweet memories cling round your name;
True hearts that have always loved you,
Will always be the same."

Deepest sympathy from Mr. and Mrs. Bentley and Family, Glen Top, Stacksteads.

"We pictured his safe returning,
We longed to clasp his hand,
But God has postponed the meeting,
Till we meet in the Better Land."

Sadly missed by Willie and Enoch, in France.