Dear Editor, After sorting some of my mother’s photos left to me, I found one of my Great
Grandfather. His name was Charles Brundle, born 1875, in Occold, Suffolk. After marrying his
wife he settled in Maria Street, Harwich.
Unfortunately Charles, whilst working on the GER ship TSS Copenhagen as a fireman, was killed
alongside 5 others when a German u-boat sank the Copenhagen. This happened near the North
Hinder Lightship, Hook of Holland on 5th March 1917. Does anyone else know of such instances
during the 1st World War, or of family members involved?
Regards, Dave Foxcroft, Dovercourt (01255 506283)
Dear Editor, Thank you for the Spring edition of Highlight. It is more interesting than most society
magazines. The picture on page 23 of the block house on Lower Marine Parade brought back
many funny memories for me. As a child I lived in Elmhurst Road. My parents were keen football
fans and went to the Royal Oak for all the home games on Saturdays. My friend, Stephanie
Stephens, and I were aged about eight or nine and we were left to roam the beach together on
Saturday afternoons. We almost always got wet, one way or another, and that would get me into
trouble when I went home, so we used to go to the block house. I would peel off to my vest and
knickers and stand freezing in the room downstairs (can see the open window in the picture) and
then Steph would stand on top of the blockhouse and flap my thick home-knit jumper and wool skirt
in the wind until they ‘dried’. This got me by until one afternoon the kitchen was very warm and my
clothes started to steam as I ate my tea.
That was it, I was told that from then on I would go with my parents to the football where they
could see what I was up to. When I went to the Oak I was at first very bored and complained non-
stop, but then gradually I began to take an interest in the activities. Later I graduated to the gang
of teenage girls behind the goal and one day I was flattened when hit on the face by a wild shot
from Stan Pearson. My mother was full of ‘that poor girl’ when I got home not knowing that I was
that girl. I learned my first four letter word from a visiting goalkeeper from Brantham. I tried the
word at home and got a slap for my pains.
When I went to start work in London, I joined a gang of friends on the terraces at Stamford Bridge
and now I have a season ticket to Celtic Park in my handbag. That block house has a lot to answer