A Very Special Lady

There are hundreds of small memorial plaques scattered around Filey. If they were all transcribed and digitized they would make up a database of people, visitors mostly, who loved the town. If their native places were to be found, an interesting distribution map might be drawn, showing Filey’s “hinterland of attraction”.

The first plaque I noticed on my morning walk today gently asked me to remember Margery Joan RABJOHN.


I was taken initially by her year of birth. She shares 1926 with the scum of the earth I wrote about yesterday so her specialness was a welcome restorative (of faith in human nature). Her family has chosen the Parish Wood as a place of remembrance.

With such an unusual name, I thought it would be easy to find Margery and her forebears.

A quick online search failed to turn up a “meaning” for the name. Ancestry’s 1891 distribution map showed an absence of Rabjohns in Yorkshire but another site remarked that there are still a lot of them living in South Yorkshire.

Margery was born a DEAR, to Thomas and his wife Dorothy M. CARTHEW in Hitchin, Hertfordshire. I struggled to find her DEAR forebears so turned to her husband, Ronald. He was born in Sheffield, South Yorkshire!, in 1924 to Percy and Minnie RABJOHN. Yes, Minnie was born a Rabjohn. I haven’t put my findings in a family tree program but, despite the rarity of the name, I would expect this couple not to be related by blood.

Percy’s parents were William RABJOHN and Eliza Ann EYRE, who married in Sheffield in 1869.

Minnie’s parents were George Charles RABJOHN and Sarah NORTON, who also married in Sheffield but later, in 1882.

At the start of the Second World War Ronald was approaching his fifteenth birthday and working as a Gas Fitter’s apprentice. His father, Percy, had spent some time in the Navy but in 1939 was doing heavy work as a Boiler Fireman. The family was enumerated at 231 Crookesmoore Road, Sheffield.

I found some sources for these Rabjohns on FamilySearch but none had a hoped-for “tree symbol” attached. One should not give up hope in such circumstances. FamilySearch has a quirky way of hiding people. Well, it is more likely that the failing, if it can be called such, is with the searcher’s methodology. When I approached from a different direction I found George Charles straight away on the tree – as Charles George RabJohn.

I spent some time looking in newspaper archives for Margery Joan without success. I’m sure she WAS very special, but perhaps in a low key way, to a select group of friends and family. There is, of course, every chance that she left a considerable mark that my amateurish search failed to uncover. Whatever, I enjoyed my time today with this stranger met by chance in a Filey wood.


It Was Good While It Lasted

Peter and Jimmy were born in the same year, 1926, one in Glasgow, the other Leeds. They were not an attractive pair but soon after meeting realized they shared an interest in physically and sexually abusing children. It was Scarborough’s worst kept secret. Hundreds of people were aware of their perversion and the police were alerted. The North Yorkshire Constabulary failed to act, maybe because Jimmy was a BBC television personality and Peter a local councilor, alderman, and mayor of the town.

Jimmy was knighted by the Queen, awarded an OBE, and was on friendly terms with Chuck, the heir to the British throne. If reporters picked up the vile scent his activities left behind, Jimmy would say “I don’t like children”, and that was enough to see the newshounds off. He didn’t make great efforts to cover his tracks, touching up young teens on the set of Top of the Pops, for the BBC cameras to record for posterity.

It was only after their deaths that the full extent of Jimmy and Peter’s depravity became known, nationwide. That they fell from grace when no longer around to bear their shame is disappointing. There is very little satisfaction in knowing that Jimmy’s elaborate headstone in Woodlands Cemetery, Scarborough, was soon removed and destroyed by the family, and Peter’s monument nearby disappeared in mysterious circumstances.

You can easily find online accounts from national and local newspapers of how they went about ruining the lives of so many children and young adults, but here are a couple of links: North Yorks Enquirer, 19 December 2014  and The Yorkshire Post, 2 January 2015.

The FamilySearch system, which presumably does not have “feelings” or any human oversight by default, has mercifully not put Jimmy SAVILE on the World Tree. I didn’t find his parents, Vincent Joseph Marie SAVILE and Agnes Monica KELLY either, but one of his sisters is represented as a “singleton”. Marjory Frances SAVILE.

Peter JACONELLI, also stands alone on FST.

It seems part of the British Disease – to be so easily dissuaded from calling out people for their evil deeds. But when the state throws you in the slammer as a criminal for doing so, it is hardly surprising.

Tommy Robinson Update.

He may now be in a Cat C prison – and he has a new legal team. See Ezra Levant at The Rebel.


The State of Fear

If you are taking flak, you’re over the target. Tommy Robinson has been downed. The State seems hell-bent on destroying him, utterly. It is clearly afraid.

Why should a regime fear a voice that seeks justice for White British under-aged girls who have been groomed, gang-raped, pimped, sex-trafficked?  Another brave Englishman, who found himself over the same target and was also shot down, explains…

International Tribunal for Natural Justice

This Friday morning, it seems that Tommy may not be in HMP Leicester but another Midlands jail. One unidentified but perhaps reliable source says that he has asked to be placed in solitary confinement and this request has been granted. For the moment, he is “safe”.