Charley Stone (known as 'Char') (b. 6 Jun 1898 in
Tiverton, Devon), son of
Charles Stone and Emma Middleton, married
Ellen Jones (Nell) (b. 23 Apr 1894 in
Rushbrooke,
Cobh (Queenstown as it was then),
County Cork, Ireland), daughter of
David Jones and Laura Elizabeth White, on
3 Jul 1922, at
St George's Church, Tiverton,
generally considered to be the finest Georgian church in Devon, and one of the best examples in England. Witnesses were
Francis Stone, the groom's uncle;
William Henry Middleton, the groom's elder half-brother and their mother, Emily Stone (former
Emma Middleton). Given that line up, my feeling is that Bill was best man, while Frank gave away the bride as her own father was back in Ireland.

Charley Stone born 6 Jun 1898 at
1 Silver Street, Tiverton, and baptised on 20 Jul 1898 at
St Peter’s Church Tiverton, lied about his age when he enlisted in the
Royal Marines at Exeter on 18 Jan 1915, which is why this and many subsequent records suggest he was born a year earlier in 1897. The marines can't ever have discovered the one year discrepancy though, because his record notes the 139 days he was underage, from 18 Jan 1915 to 5 Jun 1915, but 6 Jun 1915 will only have been his 17th birthday, not his 18th.
Consequently, on 31 May - 1 Jun 1916, just five days
before his 18th birthday, Charley Stone took part in the
Battle of Jutland,
the largest naval battle of the First World War. "In the course of the battle, Revenge had fired 102 rounds from her main battery [...]. She also fired 87 rounds from her secondary guns. She was not hit by any fire during the engagement."
From 23 May 1918, until 16 Jul 1919, Char was assigned to
HMS Glory (1899), of the
British North Russia Squadron, which took him to
Archangel and
Murmansk during the
North Russia intervention. "Glory was based at Archangel to protect supplies that arrived there for the
Russian Army. The squadron's mission evolved after the
Bolshevik Revolution in 1917 into preventing the supplies that had been delivered from falling into the hands of the
Red Army." He arrived just in time for
A Fire, a Riot, a Bombing, and a Mutiny. Like most who went through these events, Char never spoke about his experiences, except to
a brother who was also a Marine, and what I've been told only intimated that things were
really bad (understatement) up there.
Continuing his amazing ability to turn up in all the wrong places at the right times, from 12 Feb 1920 to 15 Mar 1922 Char was sent to
HMS Colleen (formerly
HMS Royalist (1883)), which was then the depot ship at Queenstown (
Cobh), Ireland, at the height of the
Irish War of Independence. Being
hulked (stuck in one place), allowed more opportunity to
fraternise with the locals, obviously. The 1921 Census shows Charley Stone (24) [i.e. still maintaining he was a year older than he really was], Corporal R M L I, was with the Royal Navy, Armed Forces Overseas.
Nell and Char's only child,
Charles Francis Stone (Frank) was born, on 17 July 1923 at The Military Families Hospital, Devonport and christened at
The Anglican Church of Saint Paul, Durnford Street, East Stonehouse on Sunday, 5 Aug 1923. This was the day after the wedding of Char's first cousin
Frederick Thomas Stone and Kathleen Mullarkey, at which Char was best man and could have been the new baby's first "social engagement" - not that he'd have remembered it - but it feels like a real connection to the past to imagine that maybe
Maria Mullarkey, the bride's mother, may have fawned over the new infant (as you do). The family's address then was
36, Admiralty Street, East Stonehouse (flat above presumably). Now
The Fig Tree Restaurant,
this was once a shop.
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Eastern Kings Battery, Plymouth, taken Friday, 30 June, 2023 cc-by-sa/2.0 - © Alan Murray-Rust - geograph.org.uk/p/7538232 This was built on the site of a late 18th century battery in 1849 as the Prince of Wales Battery and includes later alterations up to WW2, such as the observation post visible in the view. Still in military occupation. Designated a Scheduled Monument. |
The rest of Char's Royal Marines' career was spent mostly at Plymouth Division - they lived in the
Eastern King battery (dad said it was damp and cold), where Frank and his cousins played football on the landings, climbed on the roof and generally got into trouble - and at
HMS Impregnable training establishments in
Devonport: the former
HMS Black Prince (1861) in late 1922 and the former
HMS Ganges (1821) in 1923/24. Char was promoted to
Sergeant from 9 Aug 1924,
Colour sergeant from 2 Apr 1931, and
Quartermaster sergeant (QMS) in Aug 1932, retiring on 5 Jun 1936.
Here's an exhibit you wouldn't see on display, even if the
Royal Marines Museum wasn't
currently homeless, so I consider myself fortunate that I was able to visit when it was still
housed in the former officers’ mess on the
Eastney Barracks (reportedly
to be turned into a five-star hotel) a few years ago and had made arrangements for a private viewing of the tunic pictured.
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Nell and Char's only child, Charles Francis Stone (Frank), aged around three. |
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Nell and Char on their 25th Wedding Anniversary in 1947, in the garden of 117, Corisande Road, Selly Oak. |
After he retired from the Royal Marines, Char took a job as a Post Office Van Driver in Birmingham, which is where we find the family in 1939, at
117 Corisande Road, Selly Oak with Charley Stone, Postman Driver (Heavy Work) still listing himself as a year older and Ellen still trying to close the four year age gap and be two years younger. Frank (16) was working as a Stationery clerk at the Screw Works.
Char had worked as a gardener before he'd joined the marines, having worked in the kitchen garden at
Knightshayes Court in Tiverton. In Birmingham, he grew soft fruits - I remember being sent up the garden to pick raspberries and blackcurrants - and he had a greenhouse stuffed full of his favourite
fuchsias that, in his Devon accent were always pronounced
foosherrs.
Ellen Stone died on 31 Jan 1993 in
Highcliffe, Dorset (DOR Q1/1993 in BOURNEMOUTH (4271A) Reg A2D Entry Number 254), in her 99th year, although the death certificate doesn't reflect that because at that time we'd actually had no idea
exactly when or even where she had been born.