Frederick William "Oldie" Oldham

Jan 14, 1893

Born in Stokes Poges, Buckinghamshire, England

 

Jun 12, 1912

Embarked the SS Royal George in Avonmouth

 

 

Jun 19, 1912

Disembarked in Montreal, Quebec and proceeded to Smiths Falls, Ontario to join his brother

 

Nov 7, 1914

Attested into the 21st Battalion in Kingston, Ontario

 

Ø  Number 59760 (temporary number 460)

Ø  Next of kin given as Mrs. William Oldham, mother, Avenue Lodge, Langley Park, Buckinghamshire, England

Ø  Previous occupation given as Car Inspector for the Canadian Pacific Railway

Ø  No previous military experience given

Ø  Religion given as Church of England

Ø  Posted to “D” Company

o   This was later reorganized into “B” Company

The 21st Battalion trained in the Kingston, Ontario area through the winter of 1914-15.

 

May 6, 1915

Embarked the RMS Metagama in Montreal, Quebec

 

 

May 15, 1915

Disembarked in Devonport, England and the battalion proceeded to the West Sandling Camp, near Hythe, Kent to continue training

 

Sep 14, 1915

Embarked the St. Seiriol in Folkestone

 

 

Sep 15, 1915

Disembarked in Boulogne, France and the battalion proceeded to St. Omer

 

Sep 22, 1915

Attached to the 4th Brigade Bombing Section

 

Nov 8, 1916

Appointed to a commission with the rank of Lieutenant and posted to the 21st Battalion as the Bombing Officer

 

Jan 17, 1917

Lieutenant Oldham led a section of “D” Company on a large trench raid on the enemy lines at Calonne, France.  This was the largest trench raid to date in the war with approximately 800 men from the 21st and 20th Battalions participating.  Casualties amounted to 11 men killed and 62 wounded.  Prisoners were taken, the enemy trenches were looted and damaged, and an unknown number of German soldiers were killed or wounded.

 

May 31, 1917

Admitted to the No. 4 CFA (Canadian Field Ambulance) with a diagnosis that reads Gastritis.  He was transferred the same day, first to the No. 13 Canadian Field Ambulance, then to the No. 23 CCS (Casualty Clearing Station)

 

Jun 4, 1917

Transferred to the No. 30 General Hospital with a diagnosis that reads NYD (Not Yet Determined).  This was later changed to read Enteric Fever

 

Jun 14, 1917

Transferred to the No. 35 General Hospital and placed in Isolation with suspected Typhoid Fever

 

Jun 20, 1917

Transferred to the No. 14 Stationary Hospital Boulogne

 

Jul 2, 1917

Invalided to England aboard the Hospital Ship Jan Breydel

 

On arrival in England he was admitted to the 3rd London General Hospital, Wandsworth Common, London

Transferred to the EORD (Eastern Ontario Regimental Depot) for pay purposes while in hospital

 

Jul 18, 1917

Medical Board in London notes

Ø  Man tires easily and perspires freely

Ø  He appears to be undernourished and pale

Ø  Board recommends 5 weeks sick leave

Discharged from hospital and granted sick leave until August 21, 1917

 

Aug 21, 1917

Taken On Strength the Eastern Ontario Regimental Depot from leave

 

Aug 23, 1917

Medical Board in London notes

Ø  Man tires easily and perspires freely

Ø  Has pain in region of his heart

Ø  He is 15 lbs below his normal weight

Ø  Board recommends he is unfit for general service and capable of light duties only for 1 month

 

Sep 27, 1917

Attached to Buxton

 

Oct 31, 1917

Transferred to the 6th Reserve Battalion in Seaford

 

Jan 26, 1918

Married to Edith Elizabeth Croxford

 

Feb 14, 1918

Transferred to the Eastern Ontario Regimental Depot and attached to the CETD (Canadian Engineers Training Depot) in Seaford to be employed as the Musketry Officer

 

Mar 11, 1918

Attached to Canadian Engineers Richmond Park

 

Mar 16, 1918

Ceased to be attached and rejoined training depot

 

May 4, 1918

Attached to the CSME (Canadian School of Military Engineering) in Seaford and appointed Assistant Instructor

 

Dec 17, 1918

Ceased to be an Assistant Instructor and reported to the Canadian Engineering Training Centre in Seaford

 

Feb 3, 1919

Attached to the Port of Embarkation, Kinmel Park

 

Feb 19, 1919

Admitted to the No. 9 Canadian General Hospital in Kinmel Park with a diagnosis that reads Influenza

 

Mar 25, 1919

Discharged to duty from hospital

 

May 10, 1919

Embarked the SS Scandinavian with his wife Edith in Liverpool

 

 

May 19, 1919

Disembarked in Quebec City, Quebec

 

May 21, 1919

Discharged from the CEF in Quebec City, Quebec

Ø  Rank on discharge Lieutenant

Ø  Entitled to War Service Badge Class “A”

Ø  Proposed residence on discharge Box 697 Smiths Falls, Ontario

Following his discharge, the 1914-15 Star, British War Medal and Victory Medals were sent to him at 47 Russell St., Smiths Falls, Ontario

Oldie Oldham was active with Royal Canadian Legion Branch 95 in Smiths Falls and was co-chairman for the 49th annual reunion of the 21st Battalion Association in 1967 in Smiths Falls.

 

Feb 17, 1974

Frederick William Oldham died while a patient of the Smiths Falls Hospital and was buried in the Hillcrest Cemetery, Smiths Falls, Ontario

 

 

Jan 16, 1978

Edith Oldham died while a patient of an Ottawa Hospital and was buried in the Hillcrest Cemetery, Smiths Falls, Ontario

 

 

The following speech was given by Frederick Oldham on September 16, 1967 during ceremonies at the Smith's Falls Cenotaph during the 21st Battalion reunion

"Comrades and friends: ln the many centres of population throughout this vast country of ours, you will see many such monuments as this, on which are chiseled the words "Lest We Forget". We — the survivors of our great Battalion — have not forgotten.   We have kept the faith. For forty nine years we have gathered in Reunion to honor the memory of those of our comrades who gave their lives in our nation’s cause and to renew our comradeship with those who survive. We come also to pay tribute to the tens of thousands of young Canadians who suffered and died in later wars than ours for Canada and the Commonwealth. Today we remember too those of our comrades of our old Battalion who have passed to the Great Beyond since our last Reunion. We miss their presence here with us today, their friendly handshake, their ready smile. Our sympathy goes out to their bereaved families — their loss is our loss too; by our constant association with them during war and peace, they had become a part of us and beloved by us.

Surrounding this Memorial at which we are gathered you see a small multitude of white crosses, symbols of sacrifice, representing the tragedy of young lives lost from this Small town of Smith’s Falls. Multiply this number very many times and it can be realized the debt owed to so many for their courage and for the sacrifice of their lives for our Canada.  We of the old Battalion are proud to have played a part In the great tradition and glorious history of our country‘s past in war and peace.  But may we — and more especially the youth of this present generation, who know not, nor can they realize. the terrible ravages of war, be ever reminded that the freedom and privileges we all enjoy today in this fair land were bought and paid for by the blood and suffering of those we honor here today. Let the thought be ever present with us who live in peace — the thought that other men died for us, the promise of youth unfulfilled, the treasures of life denied them, their blood shed for the greet cause of right and freedom. In their courage those who died accepted their fate as true sons of Canada.  They marched always forward in honor to die for their ideals. Today we pay tribute to their greatness and our memory of them makes our heritage a richer one.

 

The following speech was given by Frederick Oldham on November 11, 1971, to his church congregation in Smiths Falls Ontario.  The transcript was found in the PWOR Archives and I thought it appropriate to reproduce it here for all to read.

 

            Twenty-six years ago today, I spoke to the congregation of this church. It was on the 11th of November, 1945, Armistice Day. 

            I said at that time that people in all walks of life, in every city, town, and village, throughout this great land, would be gathering at the Cenotaphs to honor the memory of the thousands of our gallant dead who sacrificed their lives in the First and Second Great Wars. On this day, twenty-six years' ago, veterans of both wars marched shoulder to shoulder, some mourning the loss of a father or brother others mourning the loss of a son, bringing to mind the sad day the tragic news reached them, to the effect that one or the other had been killed in action. 

            On Thursday last the same scenes were re-enacted, keeping fresh in our minds the terrible tragedy of war. 

            The 11th of November is no longer named Armistice Day, but has been re-named Remembrance Day. 1 would hope that many of you who know not the horror, misery and grief of war, would think and learn of those wars, so that you may be better able to thank God with gratitude in your hearts for this wonderful land saved for us from the tyrants of that day by the sacrifice of thousands of the flower of Canada's manhood, who now lie buried far from home in foreign fields, and thank God for the mothers and fathers who gave to this country stalwart sons of such courage and fortitude. 

            I would like to take you back to November 3rd 1914, fifty-seven years ago, when many of you were yet unborn. 

            The call came, for one thousand men from the surrounding district to form the 21st Battalion. Out of fourteen hundred who turned up at Kingston, our mobilization center, the desired number were chosen. 

            From then on, our lives were changed completely. No longer were we masters of our own destiny. It was hard at first to be ordered to do this and that, but realizing the seriousness of the situation, we accepted without complaint very soon. 

            All through the bitter winter of 1914, we paraded and drilled in below-zero weather and marched miles with full kit until we were almost ready to drop, and often wondered if this routine would ever stop. 

            At ten o'clock one evening, when we were preparing for sleep, the bugle sounded FALL IN. We rushed out on Parade and were told to gather up all our belongings, and fall in again in full dress. When all were assembled, and all present, we marched off, thinking it was another long distance route march, but in-stead, we ended up at the station. 

            Somehow word had leaked out that we were finally on our way, for when we arrived, the platform was crowded with women, who with tears in their eyes, hugged and kissed us in a fond farewell. It mattered not to them that we were not their sons but that we were some mother's son, and many of us would never return. 

            The same thing happened when we arrived at Brockville. It was an emotion filled night never to be forgotten. We left Brockville half an hour late, and arrived in Montreal in the early hours of the morning. 

            There, we Marched directly onto the boat. As soon as all were on board, the gang planks were lifted, the tugs hooked on, and we were soon slowly moving from the wharf. The band played GOD SAVE THE KING as we moved off. 

            As soon as the band stopped playing, a mighty roar rang up from the troops, but quickly, silence fell over the ship as the sound of AULD LANG SYNE came to our ears, and many a brave man shed a silent tear unashamedly, as I think we realized for the first time that many of us would never again return to the land we loved, and, unfortunately, 843 of those men never did return, and now lie buried in France and Flanders, not ever to be forgotten by their relatives, and, Comrades with whom they fought. 

            By the time we reached the open sea, our emotions were somewhat quieted, when early the following morning we were shocked by the news that came over the air-waves, that the previous night the giant ship Lusitania had been torpedoed, and sunk with the loss of one thousand eighteen lives. 

            We realized then, that we were dealing with a ruthless and merciless enemy. 

            But what about us? Here were we in a precarious position, following the same course as the Lusitania, with one thousand troops and sixty of a crew, and 200 nurses on board with no escort and not a gun to protect ourselves. Fortunately for us, the good Lord was on our side, for our voyage was uneventful and we arrived safe and sound at Southampton under the protection, for the last 100 miles, of a British warship.  What a heart-warming sight! 

            After four months of intensive training in England, (casualties were getting very heavy, France was hard pushed) we were declared ready for action. So we left camp late one night in the pouring rain, boarded a ferry boat at Folkstone, and arrived at Boulogne in France early next morning with the rain still pouring. 

            We lay on our rubber sheets in the mud until our cooks got organized and breakfast was served. Soon after breakfast we started out on a 24-hour forced march, with 10-minute rest periods each hour, until eventually, foot-sore and weary, we arrived at a place named Dranoutre, two miles behind the firing line at Messines Ridge. 

            Two days rest, and there into the line to relieve, I think, the Essex or Sussex Regiment, who were very happy to see us. They had been in the line for fourteen months and expected to have quite a long rest but instead, they were forced to march a long distance and immediately thrown into the Battle of Loos, where many or most of then, died within a very short time of us relieving them. 

            We were only on Messines Ridge for a short time, when we were moved to a low-lying area of trenches at a place called Dickebusch, where the trenches were battered down by enemy fire. Rat and vermin infested, mud almost knee-deep, soaked to the skin day after day life was almost unbearable. When it wasn't raining it was freezing, which added to our misery. 

            It was here that I lost one of my closest friends. One bitter cold frosty night, we were out on listening post in the middle of No Man's Land, about 35 yards from the enemy line, when he turned to me and whispered “Oldie, look up there. The sky was clear and full of stars. He said “They tell us, that up there beyond those stars is Heaven, but no one ever told us where the gate is we had to go through, in order to get there. I wonder 

            A few days later, he was killed, and I'm sure he found out? 

            We buried him at Ridgewood, a short distance behind the lines - no beating of the drums, no beautiful polished oak casket with flashy furnishings, no heaped bank of flowers, just a staple ceremony. I am sure your hearts would have bled, had you seen, how gently his comrades lifted his broken body, aid wrapped it in a blanket, and deposited it in the grave, with just a few words, INTO THY HAND, OUR HEAVENLY FATHER, WE COMMIT THIS OUR COMRADE. REST IN PEACE. 

            Simple, yes. But yet how majestic in its simplicity! 

            No doubt, many of you have seen on television, during the last few days many pictures of graveyards in France and Flanders, showing row on row of white crosses representing thousands and thousands, who sacrificed their lives for us in the two World Wars. Yet not all those graves contained the remains of those whose names were inscribed thereon, for hundreds could never be found, and their bodies lie buried, God only knows where in some stinking shell -hole, maybe 20 feet deep. But thank God, their names are registered for all to see, for all time to come. 

            The crosses may rot, and their names become obliterated, but time cannot erase their deeds of valor. Those of us who are left, remember them. 

            For fifty-three years, we of the 21st Battalion who are left held a reunion, and as each year passes, our ranks grow thinner, and our ties grow stronger. We speak of those who have gone before, especially, those who have passed to the Great Beyond during the last year, and wonder, amongst ourselves, who will be the next, for we are no longer young and time is passing all too quickly. 

            We do not fear Death, but speak of it as something that passed us by in the days of our youth, when all around us was Death and Destruction, but by God's grace, we survived. But rather, we think of the words of our beloved Padre, who after reading the names of those who passed away during the last years, comforts the bereaved families by telling them not to grieve, for He who once said, IN MY FATHER'S HOUSE ARE MANY MANSIONS, BEHOLD, I GO TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR YOU, WILL BE THERE TO RECEIVE TOM WITH WELCOMING WORDS - WELL DONE, THOU GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT. 

            Today, I ask you to think, and remember those thousands of our comrades who lie buried far from home in North Africa, Italy, Korea, Hong Kong France, Belgium, and beneath the sea who, by their sacrifice have made it possible for us to worship here today. To think, and remember all the bereaved families, and whilst thinking, and remembering them, remember also the bereaved families of our so-called enemies, whose sons and husbands, unlike us, were forced to fight. 

            Remember also, all those who are still in hospitals, and have been, all these years, as a result of War. Especially, do I ask you to remember all those who are mentally deranged as a result of shell shock, and who in all probability will remain so for the remainder of their lives. 

            What can we give for that great sacrifice? What can we do for those who “paid the price” paid with the good clean blood of their youth? 

            Have we yet dared to face the truth? We who remember can kneel and pray in the silence of this solemn day - pray for the wisdom God alone can give - pray for the right to live in Peace. 

            The slogan for Poppy Day was THINK AND REMEMBER. There are many things for us to remember, and to thank God for. The courageous effort of all small boat owners, and the British Navy, who in the face of the whole strength of the enemy air force, rescued 336 thousand British and French troops, who were trapped on the beaches of Dunkirk after the collapse of France. 

            Thank God, for the courage and tenacity of the combined forces, who in the face of terrific losses, rushed forward on the beaches of Normandy, and, eventually, liberated France, for the success of the North African and Italian campaign, and especially, for the handful of airmen, who although exhausted, fought continuously, day and night, and finally saved Britain from destruction. 

            Also, I would ask you to pray that God, in His wisdom, will endow the leaders of the nations of the world with understanding and tolerance, so that any differences that may arise, will be settled, with the stroke of a pen, rather than the stroke of the sword, and pray that our forces of land and sea and air will never again be called upon to fight as their forefathers have done and that Peace will come to the world once more. 

            And now, to GOD THE FATHER,-GOD THE SON, AND GOD THE HOLY GHOST, be ascribed, ALL MIGHT, MAJESTY, DOMINION AND POWER, NOW AND FOREVER.

AMEN

 

Below is from the August 1934 issue of the Communiqué.  This is discussing the January 17, 1917 Calonne Trench Raid involving over 800 men.

 

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