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Frederick Wilson Newark
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Birth: Sep. 24, 1901
Stockwell
Greater London, England
Death: Feb. 19, 1987
Hastings
East Sussex, England

Frederick was born in Stockwell, London. The address on his birth certificate is given as 99 Landor Street. Later the family moved to West Norwood. His early life did not hold many happy memories. He recalled that his mother Elizabeth worked long hard hours as a charwoman and would come home exhausted. Worn out, she died when he was 12. One of Fred's boyhood memories was a game called "Willy whip around". This involved hitching a ride on the back of a passing horse drawn wagon and dodging the lash of the driver who attempted to dislodge his young and unwelcome passengers. After leaving school at age 14, he worked as a delivery boy for a chemist. At the outbreak of World War I he started work with his brother Eddy and his father Alfred in the Sopwith Airplane Plant at Kingston on Thames. Their jobs involved working with milling machines. Following this, in 1918, he went to live with Emily, his mother's sister in Swindon (who had earlier adopted his brother, Arthur William). There, he found work as a fireman on the Midland-Southwestern Railway, but economic times were hard and he was laid off. On November 7, 1921, Fred went to the Chatham Barracks (a shore establishment named HMS Pembroke) and joined the Royal Navy as an Ordinary Seaman. In 1922 he served for 6 months aboard the old cruiser HMS Gibraltar (7700 tons, built in 1892), during which time he was promoted to Stoker, 2nd Class. On March 9, 1923 he was posted to HMS Benbow, a 25000 ton battleship, where he was soon promoted to Stoker 1st Class. For the next two and a half years he travelled extensively on a tour of duty in the Mediterranean aboard the Benbow. Often, when his shipmates took shore leave, he would stay on the ship and do their laundry for a fee. His neatness was noticed and he was able to exchange the heat and grime of the stoker's deck for a job as an articifer's messman. Fred saw the sights at Pompeii, the pyramids in Egypt, and could tell tales about the seamier side of life in Malta. His stories concerning the heat of the stoking deck, the cleaning of soot from the suffocatingly narrow Babcock boiler stacks (accomplished by climbing inside the stack with one arm up and the other down), and the spreading of coal in an ever diminishing bunker space during refueling operations, were enough to turn even a black man pale at the thought. After the completion of his five-year Short Service Engagement, Fred left the Navy on November 6, 1926 (although he remained in the naval reserve for another 5 years), and went to work for his cousin George Hammond, a master plasterer in Aldwick, Bognor Regis. He couldn't see any future in this and so took a job in Parfrement's Butcher Shop after learning about the job opening from an acquaintance. At first he drove a delivery van for 45 shillings a week, but this was the start of a career in the retail butcher trade which lasted until he retired in his sixties. His skills in store management, customer relations, and meat cutting were so well appreciated, that, although in his seventies, he was called back to work part time and to help train novices. While working in Bognor Regis (he lived at 8 Merchant Street), he met a pretty girl named Doris Heasman who used to walk past his shop on her way to work. They were married in 1929. He took a Manager's job at a butcher shop located at 3 Station Approach in the nearby hamlet of Barnham that he saw advertised in the Butcher's Trade Journal. During World War II, he was designated the official butcher for Barnham (a precaution for maintaining civil order in case of a German occupation). It was his job to slaughter the animals brought in from the local farmers, and to make sure that the meat was properly inspected according to official health and sanitary standards.During the war he also served as a volunteer Special Constable. After training in Arundel, his assigned duties were to enforce the blackout regulations and to patrol country lanes at night watching for parachutists or anything else unusual. The occasional German parachutist was indeed nabbed in the area, but the only unusual things that he saw were such sights as a tree decorated with condoms inflated by the Canadian soldiers who were billeted at Barnham to await D-Day. Black marketeering was very common at that time and Fred was not averse to taking advantage of the occasional windfalls that came his way. If the delivery man "happened" to have an extra carcass available for a price, Fred would take it off his hands. If asked where he had obtained the extra meat that was for sale under the counter, Fred would explain that it had fallen off the back of a truck. To help supplement the ration of meat in his shop, he raised rabbits for sale. Before the war ended, he and his eldest son David went to Croydon to work for the Coughlan brothers Jack, Tom, George and Will (George Coughlan was married to Lilly Hammond, the daughter of Fred's cousin George). They had established a small chain of retail butcher stores and Fred managed several of them in and around Croydon over a period of years. He got along well with the Coughlans, and sometimes performed extra duties for them such as gardening at their home, or as cook aboard their yacht. When they turned from retail to wholesale butcher operations, he worked in their wholesale yard at Cherry Orchard Road. They treated him well and he had access occasionally to perks such as the use of one of their cars (he never owned one himself). At one point, they gave him the opportunity of buying one of their shops, but he preferred to be an employee rather than an owner. He rounded out his career by working for the Matthews firm which operated a large and successful chain of butcher shops. Fred was a small (5 feet 8 inches) but wiry and strong man, easily capable of carrying a hindquarter of beef on his shoulder. He had blue eyes and straight brown hair (which he kept all his life although it receded at the temples and turned grey in later years) that he wore brushed back with Brylcreem and parted on the left side. Early to rise, he would be up at 5 a.m. It was his morning ritual to serve a nice hot "cuppa" (tea) to Doris in bed. Six days a week he was on the job by 7 a.m. After a 10 hour day he would arrive home about 6 p.m. He didn't have much time for hobbies, but he enjoyed painting and redecorating the house, and he also did some gardening. He was known for his witty sense of humour and easy outgoing personality. At the same time, if his temper was aroused, woe betide his adversary. All his life his speech betrayed his working class London roots, and he was not only proficient in using Cockney rhyming slang, but also butcher's backslang. Butcher's used this slang, which consisted of pronouncing words backwards, as a way of talking privately to each other in their shop in front of their customers. Sometimes uncomplimentary remarks would be made about a customer who was being "difficult", and on one occasion Fred exclaimed "kool ta the yllis woc" in reference to a particular customer, who, it turned out, was the wife of the new manager and who consequently understood what he was saying. He avidly kept track of current affairs and was a strong Socialist. The day before he died he was up and sitting in his hospital chair, still declaiming against the policies of Maggie Thatcher, the Conservative Prime Minister of Britain, and commenting on the nurses. Even in his declining years Fred kept active. Although not much of a traveller otherwise, he and his wife Doris visited their son Michael and family in Canada on four occasions between 1971 and 1979. About 1980, he and Doris sold their home at 80 Cedar Road, Croydon and retired to a third floor condominium in the quiet community of Bexhill. It was his daily habit to walk to the centre of town to do the shopping, and he enjoyed puttering around in the garden. One time he frightened the life out of Doris who spotted him out on a third floor ledge fixing a window (he was in his 80's at this time). Nattily dressed, he enjoyed taking the sun in the small park and gardens of old town Bexhill, and chatting to anyone who had the time to spare. On these occasions he would sometimes bring home a nice bunch of flowers that had "fallen off the back of a truck". The end came relatively quickly. Always a smoker (of Woodbines, a cheap cigarette brand favoured by the working class), he developed emphysema in his final year or so. Then was added the complication of cancer. At 85 years of age he succumbed peacefully in St. Helens Hospital, Hastings, on February 19, 1987, his ship safe in harbour at last 
 
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 Parents:
  Alfred John Newark (1876 - 1934)
  Elizabeth Davis Newark (1875 - 1913)
 
 Spouse:
  Doris Gladys Heasman Newark (1907 - 1995)*
 
 Children:
  Valerie Rae Newark Prince (1944 - 2001)*
 
 Siblings:
  Frederick Wilson Newark (1901 - 1987)
  Arthur William Newark (1903 - 1937)*
  Robert Alfred Newark (1906 - 1931)*
 
*Calculated relationship
 
Burial:
Cremated, Location of ashes is unknown.
Specifically: Cremated February 22, 1987 at Hastings Crematorium, Sussex
 
Created by: Michael Newark
Record added: Oct 27, 2005
Find A Grave Memorial# 12183393
Frederick Wilson Newark
Added by: Michael Newark
 
Frederick Wilson Newark
Added by: Michael Newark
 
Frederick Wilson Newark
Added by: Michael Newark
 
 
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I miss you dad. We lived countries apart but one day we'll be together again.
- Michael Newark
 Added: Oct. 27, 2005
 
 
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