Charles Beaumont
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Charles Beaumont was born in 1890 at Ollerton and was the son of John Kerr an organist and parish clerk and Emma Ann Beaumont of Cemetery Road, Ollerton. His father John Kerr was born in 1853 at Ollerton, his mother Emma Ann Jubb was born in 1855 at Cliffe, Yorkshire, they were married in 1878 their marriage was recorded in the Southwell registration area, they went on to have the following children, John George b1880 Skegness, Amy Mary b1882 Skegness, Ada Rebecca b1883 Grimsby, Albert Harry b1888 Ollerton and Charles born 1890 Ollerton. In the 1911 census his parents are living at Ollerton village and are shown as Joe Kerr Beaumont 58 yrs an organist and parish clerk, he is living with his wife Emma Ann 56 yrs. In the same 1911 census he is serving in the Army, he is shown as being 21 yrs and is serving in the 2nd battalion Sherwood Foresters Regiment, he is at Crownhill Barracks, Devon.
Private Charles Beaumont enlisted at Mansfield in May 1908 whilst residing at Newark, he served with the 2nd battalion Sherwood Foresters Regiment. He went to France on 8th September 1914 and was killed in action on 14th November 1915 whilst in the line at at St. Jean, Belgium and is buried in La Brique Military Cemetery, No.2. West-Vlaanderen, Belgium.
His brother Corporal Albert Harry Beaumont enlisted at Newark whilst residing at Ollerton.He initially served with the service number 9598 in the Sherwood Foresters (Nottinghamshire and Derbyshire Regiment). He was serving with the 8th Division Army Cyclist Corps when he was killed in action on 11th March 1915. He has no known grave and is commemorated on the Le Touret Memorial, Pas de Calais, France. Private Charles Beaumont, 2nd Battalion, Nottinghamshire & Derbyshire Regiment, wrote an account of his view of the Battle of the Aisne, which marked the beginning of trench warfare it was published on 16th October 1914 in the Worksop Guardian :- “I was wounded in the first big fight we had on the 20th of this month [September 1914]; we did have a time, the Germans came as thick as flies, and when you shot you could not miss them, but it never seems to make them less in numbers. I was hit about 3.30 in the afternoon. We had made it a bit too hot for them and they were retiring. I was laid beside Captain Parkinson, our Company Officer, when I heard such a crash, and I heard him cry out “Oh, my leg.” It was broken just above the knee. The same second that his leg was smashed, mine was done. The bullet hit me just in front of the right shoulder and went right through coming out just underneath the shoulder blade. The cut is two inches long at the back, and I thought it had blown my arm clean off at the time, in fact I looked round to see if I could see it. It was the captain who told me it was alright. It was by my side, and I could not move it, nor feel it. We were better off than dozens of others, though, next to me a chap lay dead, and about half-a-dozen more wounded, and about 20 yards away there was another heap, nearly all dead. We lay there nearly two hours on the soaking wet ground. It is nearly always raining up at the firing line, the big guns fetch the rain down.” Above is courtesy of Jim Grundy and his facebook pages Small Town Great War Hucknall 1914-1918
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