Joseph Henry STRINGFELLOW

Joseph Henry STRINGFELLOW

Male 1887 - 1916  (29 years)

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  • Name Joseph Henry STRINGFELLOW 
    Born 1887  Eastwood, Nottinghamshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Male 
    Occupation Coal Miner 
    Residence 1911  25, revill street grassmoor derbyshire. Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Died 3 Mar 1916  Ypres, Flandres, Belgium. Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Menin Gate Memorial, Ypres
    Menin Gate Memorial, Ypres
    Person ID I22775  Derbyshire Hills
    Last Modified 22 Oct 2016 

    Family mary elizabeth BALL,   b. 1884, Hasland, Derbyshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Married 1915  Chesterfield, Derbyshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F3843  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

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    Link to Google MapsBorn - 1887 - Eastwood, Nottinghamshire, England Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsMarried - 1915 - Chesterfield, Derbyshire, England Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDied - 3 Mar 1916 - Ypres, Flandres, Belgium. Link to Google Earth
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  • Notes 
    • 28053 private joseph henry stringfellow 10th b/n sherwood foresters killed in ypres belgium 3/3/1916.

      FOR THE FALLEN


      England mourns for her dead across the sea.
      Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
      Fallen in the cause of the free.

      Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
      Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
      There is music in the midst of desolation
      And a glory that shines upon our tears.

      They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
      Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
      They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
      They fell with their faces to the foe.

      They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
      Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
      At the going down of the sun and in the morning
      We will remember them.

      They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
      They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
      They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
      They sleep beyond England's foam.

      But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
      Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
      To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
      As the stars are known to the Night;

      As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
      Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
      As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
      To the end, to the end, they remain.


      Laurence Binyon


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