15 August 2025

Reflections on my Life (2)

 2. From Britain to Rhodesia

Early Years in England

Colonel Thomas Starbuck, who was born in Doncaster in 1890, died in London in November 1950 when I was only 14 months old. Grandpa was Director of the Red Shield Services in the National Headquarters at the time and only 60. Grandma, Mrs Colonel Lily Starbuck was a widow for the next 35 years, living in her own semi-detached bungalow at 8 Manor Avenue, Northolt, Middlesex, west London, where we were also based as a family during ‘homeland furlough’. Grandma was involved in the Salvation Army (TSA) South Harrow corps for the rest of her life. She had been an Army officer for 75 years, going into training in 1910 from Attercliffe Corps in Sheffield, where her parents had been local officers. Lieutenant Lily Piggott married Lieutenant Thomas William Charles Starbuck in the Mission Hall, Duke Street, Workington, Cumbria, on 27 August 1913. They were corps officers until the First World War, when they were sent as naval and military officers, first in England and then in France and Belgium, where they ran hostels for servicemen in Namur, Paris, and Dunkerque. For this work Tom Starbuck received an MBE.[1] My mother was born in Sheffield in the middle of the war and was looked after by her grandparents the Piggotts until the war ended. The Starbucks had another child, their son Kenneth Ashley, in 1922. In the years between the wars the Starbucks were appointed to various divisional headquarters, including Dundee in Scotland, Wrexham in Wales, and Birmingham in the 1930s, when they had a house in Sparkhill. During the Second World War, Colonel Tom Starbuck was Assistant Director of the Red Shield Services, responsible for canteens, hostels and mobile canteens for military personnel. For this work he received an OBE.[2] After his premature death in 1950, Colonel Lily Starbuck continued her work in the local corps, and made weekly visits to a blind home and the Harrow Hospital until she was over 85.[3] She died on Friday 11 October 1985 at the age of 95.

I was born at 9.20 pm (GMT) on Wednesday, 21 September 1949 in the Salvation Army Mothers’ Hospital in Hackney, London, opened in 1913 and closed in 1986 (the year my son Matthew was born). The hospital no longer exists but its historic frontage has been retained at 145-153 Lower Clapton Road.[4]  My parents, who retired as Brigadiers Keith and Gwen Anderson were TSA officers, Captains at the time, stationed at the East Finchley corps (church) in north London.  They lived at 17 Kitchener Road, East Finchley, N2. They had married in June 1948, after Dad had finished his training in London. Dad was born in Bulawayo, Southern Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) on 25 November 1917, and he died in the old Selly Oak Hospital in Birmingham on 19 May 2006, now a new housing estate. He had been baptised in the Wesleyan Methodist Church in Bulawayo. My mother, born Gwenyth Starbuck (her birth certificate mistakenly spells her ‘Gwynneth’)was born in Sheffield, Yorkshire on 14 April 1916. Because her father was stationed in France during the war, she remained in Sheffield with her maternal grandparents the Piggotts until the war ended in 1918. She died at the Ivyhouse Nursing Home, West Heath, Birmingham, seven months after Dad, on 10 Dec 2006. She went to schools in Dundee, Scotland; Wrexham, Wales; and Birmingham, where she attended a grammar school.[5]

After matriculating at a boarding school (Milton School in Bulawayo), where Keith Anderson had been captain of the rugby team and Head Boy in 1937, he worked for two years as a bookkeeper at the headquarters of the Rhodesia Railways in Bulawayo. He was the only one of the four Anderson brothers not to go to university. Keith travelled from Rhodesia to London to train as a TSA officer in 1946 after his discharge from the Southern Rhodesia Medical Corps whose headquarters was in Nairobi, Kenya during the war. He had been a medical orderly and Staff Sergeant, serving first in Kenya (1940-44) and then in Burma, attached to the Rhodesia African Rifles (1944-45). Whilst in Nairobi, he met and joined TSA. When he arrived in London in 1946, he was ‘billeted’ with Colonel and Mrs Tom and Lily Starbuck, whose only daughter Gwen was a TSA officer. From 1942, Gwen was private secretary to the Chief of Staff, Commissioner John J. Allan (an American, second in charge after the General), after whom I was named. Gwen Starbuck had a secretarial diploma and was a shorthand typist trained to be a TSA officer from 1938-39. She was commissioned as a Lieutenant in 1939. After her training, she was sent to work successively in the corps of Kingswood, Bristol (1940), Frome in Somerset (1940) and finally at Bath Odd Down (1941), before her transfer to the International Headquarters in 1942. During the bombing of London she also worked in the London Underground tube stations assisting with the air raid shelters. Keith had to do one of two years’ training first before he could have permission to ‘correspond’ with Gwen, who was now a Captain. This was given in June 1947, when they were engaged. TSA officers could only marry another officer, and Keith was promoted to Captain because Gwen couldn’t be demoted! They were married on 19 June 1948 in the Salvation Army Citadel, Brownhill Road, Catford, Lewisham, London, with Commissioner J.J. Allan conducting the ceremony. At the time Gwen was stationed in Bromley in Kent, and Keith was at High Barnet in north London. Their marriage certificate states that Keith was living at 3 Salisbury Road, High Barnet, whilst Gwen was at 84 Coniston Road, Bromley. The witnesses were their friends and co-officers, Eileen Stebbings (we knew her as ‘Auntie Tiny’) and James Holmes.[6] For the next five years they were stationed as corps officers (pastors) at various churches in the North London Division, including High Barnet (1948), East Finchley (1949), Stotfold (1950), North Watford (1952), and Bush Hill Park (1953), before being sent to Rhodesia. During this time their two children were born: Allan Heaton in 1949 and my sister Olive Carol on 29 Dec 1952, also in the Mothers’ Hospital.

 

My Parents and our Move to Rhodesia

Our family moved to Southern Rhodesia in December 1953, sailing on the Cape Town Castle, a ship in the Union Castle Line, from Southampton to Cape Town -- in those days the journey took two weeks. I was four, and my sister Carol turned one on the ship. My parents’ first appointment was at Howard Institute in the tribal area of Chiweshe as Training Officers at the Officers’ Training College. Chiweshe is in the Mazowe District of Mashonaland Central Province. I don’t remember much of those early days, except that we would go on a day out to a nearby riverbank for a picnic or travel to a swimming bath at Glendale, near the main road to Salisbury. The road to Glendale was not surfaced so it was a dusty and bumpy ride. I also learned to ride a bike at Howard, falling off once to break my arm for the first time. More was to follow! Howard was well known in the TSA as one of their premier institutions in Africa, and some of their future top leaders were stationed there.

Chiweshe was a traditional area of the Zezuru people, who spoke a dialect of Shona, spoken by around 75% of Zimbabweans. Mom immediately started learning ChiZezuru and was able to communicate in it within a short time, eventually being able to preach in the dialect (later standardised for the whole country as ‘Union Shona’). Dad had grown up fluent in SiNdebele, but this was spoken in Matabeleland in the south and west of the country; Howard was in the north. Howard not only had the Officers’ Training College, but also a hospital and a teachers’ college. The teachers’ college later became a High School with boarding facilities and the Training College moved to Salisbury (Harare) during the bush war. Of note also is that quite a few prominent Salvationists were stationed at Howard, including Australian and second woman General, Eva Burroughs, who we called ‘Auntie Eve’ during the Howard days. Another General, AndrĂ© Cox, was born while we were at Howard. His parents were officers at Howard working in the teachers’ college. Another officer there, Caughey Gauntlett, was to become Chief of Staff of TSA later at the International Headquarters in London – his two sons were at boarding school with me. The two first Africans appointed Territorial Commanders of Zimbabwe, Commissioners David Moyo and Gideon Moyo, were both trained at Howard, the latter was one of the cadets during our first time there. Both Moyos worked with Dad later in Matabeleland when he was Regional Commander (1965-70).

In May 1956, when I was six and Carol three, we moved to Sinoia (now Chinhoyi) in the north-west of the country, where Mom and Dad had been appointed Divisional Officers for Lomagundi District. They were promoted to Senior Captains in June 1957. We lived in a small house off one of the main roads and I remember the trees in front of the house that I used to climb frequently as a 6-9 years-old boy, becoming quite adept at jumping from branch to branch, until I fell and bruised my left kidney. At the back of the house was at least one jacaranda tree. These were very common in southern Africa, so that both Salisbury (Harare) and Pretoria were known for their avenues of jacaranda trees with their distinctive mauve flowers ablaze in the spring (September-October). The house we lived in only had two bedrooms, one for my parents and the other for Carol. My bedroom was on the front veranda, which (if I remember correctly) was enclosed by wire netting to keep out mosquitos. Some adjustments were made to cordon off the part of the veranda that became my room, but the new room had neither electricity nor a ceiling. I was an avid reader and my light was a candle near my bed. Reading by candlelight in that room may have been one of the reasons why my eyesight deteriorated, and I needed glasses constantly by the time I was 13. The other thing about this room was that during the summer we had frequent heavy thunderstorms, and I loved cuddling up in bed with the deafening roar of the rain on the iron roof. The room was also very hot in the summer. Up the road to the right of the house was my school, Sinoia Primary School, and in the other direction was the small shopping centre, and before you reached that, the public swimming baths (only for the European public in those days of segregation). I went to the swimming baths often and became a good swimmer. Apart from books, the only other entertainment was the wind-up gramophone that I had (some readers may not know what this is!). ‘Ee by gum’, ‘Mucking about the garden’, ‘Oh Maggie what have you been up to’ and ‘I‘m tickled to death I’m me’ were my mother’s 78 rpm recordings by a Yorkshire man that I listened to repeatedly (and can still sing!).[7]

My parents’ first six-month furlough in England was May-November 1959, after which they returned to their work in Sinoia. They moved again to Mazabuka in Zambia (then, Northern Rhodesia) in July 1960, where they were Divisional Commanders for the south-western part of the country. In May 1962 they returned to Howard Institute, where Keith became Officer in Charge of the Officers’ Training College, until another furlough in England from December 1964-June 1965. They were promoted to Majors in May 1963. Their last appointment in Zimbabwe was in my father’s birthplace, Bulawayo, where he was Regional Commander for Matabeleland from June 1965-February 1970. After another furlough their last promotion was to Brigadiers in January 1971, and they were appointed Officers Commanding Zambia, until March 1973. Then they moved to South Africa as Field Secretary, responsible for all the African TSA churches in the country, including those in the surrounding countries of Swaziland, Botswana, Lesotho, and Mozambique. I was only living 44 miles (58 km) away from them then and could visit them regularly, as I had just moved from the college in Vereeniging to the church headquarters in Pretoria. They lived in a flat in the headquarters in Doornfontein, central Johannesburg. My mother received her Long Service Order from the International Headquarters in May 1964, as she had been an officer for 25 years; and in 1974 she received the Long Service Order Star for 35 years in active service. Dad received his L.S.O. in May 1971.[8] Altogether, my parents were TSA officers for 67 and 60 years respectively.

When Colonel Mrs Lily Starbuck’s health deteriorated, my parents, now near to retirement, moved back to the UK for five years (1980-85) where my mother took care of her mother and my father had a temporary job as postmaster at the International Headquarters in London. He was also given two brief appointments to the remote Atlantic island of St Helena (1984-85). They retired and returned to South Africa in 1986 to live with us in a flat built onto our house in Garsfontein, Pretoria. Two years later they moved with us to the farm outside Soshanguve, where they helped us in the administration of the newly formed Tshwane Christian Ministries and Tshwane Theological College (1988-1990). Dad did the finance bookkeeping and Mom did the typing. In 1990 they relocated to a Salvation Army retirement cottage in Doonside, on the coast south of Durban. They were happy to be near lovely Indian Ocean beaches, and we were happy to visit them with our small children on holiday with free accommodation!

After our move to the UK in 1995, and a family reunion for their golden wedding anniversary in Doonside in 1998, it was obvious that their health was deteriorating. My mother was losing her short-term memory and Dad was recovering from a hernia operation after three months in hospital. After a phone call with Dad, they decided to move to Birmingham to be near us in the closing years of their lives. Their move was made in April 1999 and we rigged out a flat in an open retirement complex for them to rent, a few minutes drive from our house. My sister Carol had settled in Florida in the USA and they would not receive the medical and pension support there that they had in the UK. When they could no longer cope in the flat they moved to a residential retirement home. As they both worsened in physical and mental health, they were eventually housed in a nursing home. It was characteristic of Dad that although he was assessed as not needing to go to a nursing home he refused to be separated from Mom, and so they went together, at first in adjoining rooms. Mom had Alzheimer’s and Dad had Parkinson’s. They both were ‘promoted to glory’ in 2006—my father in May at the age of 88, and my mother in December at the age of 90. They are buried together in a grave at King’s Norton Cemetery, next to rolling countryside on the edge of Birmingham. Both funeral services were held in Birmingham Citadel Corps, which they had attended regularly when they were well enough. One of the highlights of both funerals was to have a Zimbabwean choir sing there. Zimbabwe remained their ‘home’ and was where they had spent much of their lives.

 

Schools and Furloughs

My parents’ constant moving from one appointment to another meant that my education was disrupted often. Our family home was in nine different places from my birth to leaving school. I went to seven different schools. My first school was a correspondence school when we were in Howard in Chiweshe, because the nearest boarding schools in Salisbury were too far away for a 4-6 year-old boy to be separated from his parents. My mother was my teacher for the first year and a half of my schooling. In May 1955 she had the following in her newsletter:

Allan has started lessons with the Correspondence School this year, and I have to do two hours with him each morning. He is doing quite well really, at least other people say he is, although his Mother expects perfection, and he gets into trouble when he does not achieve it.[9] 

When we transferred to Sinoia (Chinhoyi) in 1956 there was a school near our home. I was 6 and went into Kindergarten 2 (Year 2 in the UK) halfway through the school year, which began in January. My mother’s tuition paid off and I was easily able to keep up with the other children in a ‘regular’ school. Mom wrote the following in June 1956 and again that November:

We are finding life at Sinoia very different from life at Howard. Sinoia is a nice little town with quite a large white population. It has only one main street of shops, but a very nice hospital and an open air swimming pool, which is only a few yards up the road from us, to the delight of our two youngsters, also a good school. Allan started at the school here last week, and is very happy and seems to be doing well. Out here they go to school from 8 a.m. to 12.30 a.m. each day. Allan will not have to go to Boarding School, at least for Junior School. It means of course, that I am somewhat handicapped from getting out into the Division with my husband, as he has to be out for long periods, and I cannot leave Allan who comes home mid-day.

Allan and Carol are both well, although they have both had Scarlet Fever recently. They spend a good deal of their time in the Open Air Swimming Baths just up the road from us. Allan can swim a little, and Carol can almost, and it is good for them, and they can’t get into much mischief while they are there. Allan is very happy at school. He is a prolific reader and reads book after book in a very short time far in advance of his 7 years. It is quite a job to keep up with his demand for books. His teacher told me that the Inspector dropped on Allan to read when he inspected their class, and he read perfectly for him, not knowing of course who he was. The Inspector then thought the whole class could read well, but the teacher told me she was glad the Inspector dropped on Allan as some of them are awful readers. It is a good job he did not look at his Arithmetic book or it would have been a different story!

I was at Sinoia Primary School for the next three years, until we went to the UK on ‘homeland furlough’ in 1959. I briefly attended a primary school in Northolt (west London), not far from Grandma Starbuck’s house, where we were staying. During the summer holidays we travelled a bit, most memorably to Broadstairs on the Kent coast, where we stayed in a Salvation Army holiday home. There my mother’s aunt Eff and uncle Baz joined us from Sheffield with their mentally disabled adult son, Mom’s cousin Geoff, who was under his parents’ constant care. I was put in the same bedroom as Geoff and was abused by him one night. It was an emotional nightmare that I was scared to report to my parents. I was traumatised and the next morning they asked me what was wrong. I am not sure what exactly I told them and the details are hazy now. I do remember that Dad was furious and Mom tried to calm him down. I never knew what happened to Geoff, but he died before his parents did years later.

Whilst in England I was given a cornet and taught how to play by TSA Bandleader Leonard Smith from the South Harrow corps. He came to give me lessons at Grandma’s house in Northolt. I had a short time of being able to play 2nd Cornet (the easiest music to follow!) in the Young People’s Band in Harrow, and this was my introduction to reading and participating in music. Bandleader Smith was also a postmaster, and during the 1960s he regularly sent me first day covers of UK stamps that are now in my stamp collection. I shall always be grateful to him for the personal interest he took in me throughout the rest of my childhood. During that time in England, I also received news that my best friend in Sinoia, Graham Sampson, was run over and killed by a lorry. He was 9 and his birthday was three days after mine. He and I had many happy times playing together, especially climbing trees, one of our favourite activities. We even ‘ran away’ together into the bush around Sinoia and had the police looking for us when we had not returned home. Once they found us and brought us back we were in serious trouble with our parents! After our furlough in England we returned to Sinoia for a few months, but in August 1960 we moved to Mazabuka (Northern Rhodesia, now Zambia), where I attended Codrington School in Standard 4 and 5 (Years 6 and 7 in the UK). As a new boy at this school, I was bullied -- not a good memory. My mother thought differently!

This is a very small town, only one main street with one European shop, as well as a butcher and baker. We have a very nice new house. Allan and Carol are able to go to school in Mazabuka, at a very good school where they are very happy. 

We embarked on an adventure in December 1961 when we travelled down to Igoda Bay near East London in South Africa, a journey of 2,500 km (1,600 miles) from Mazabuka. In November my mother wrote to her friends as follows:

We are hoping to go down to the Cape Coast for our furlough, so will be spending Christmas at the sea. We have been saving up for a long time, and it will take us a very long time to get over it financially, but we feel we must make the effort for the children’s sake. They are fast growing up. Allan was 12 in September, and will be going to Lusaka as a boarder in January. We have just received his outfit list and what a formidable list – it will cost a fortune to rig him out! He will be far away from the Army but will go to the Baptist Church on Sundays. He has done quite well at school this year, coming top of his class. Carol is also doing quite well on the whole. …

We joined Dad's younger brother and sister-in-law Alec and Kath Anderson with their five boys at the beach for Christmas and joined a boys’ holiday camp for part of the time. We stayed in a cottage on the side of a lagoon. We did all that travelling in an old grey Ford Popular car, with Carol and I sitting in the back with luggage piled between us and moving every time Dad drove around a corner or hit a bump! The journey took four days and of course, the same time going back. I had just finished primary school, and in January 1962 I was sent to my first boarding school at Gilbert Rennie High School in Lusaka (after independence, Kabulonga High). I was only there for six months before my parents moved back to Howard Institute, when I moved to Prince Edward School, a boys’ school in Salisbury (Harare) in the second half of the year, my second and last boarding school. My mother wrote this in November 1962:

Allan and Carol have settled very well at their new schools, Allan at Prince Edward High School in Salisbury, and Carol at Routledge Boarding School.  The thing which delights us that they can both go to Salisbury Citadel on Sundays, and are taking a great interest. Carol was enrolled as a Singing Company member last week, and Allan went with the Y.P. Band to Gwelo last weekend which was the long holiday weekend. There are 9 of the Howard youngsters at boarding schools in Salisbury, so they all come home together and have a great time when they are home. 

My hostel was Selous House, and although they have changed the name (to Tokwe House) from the 19thCentury British explorer, hunter and colonialist after whom it was named, the front of the hostel still bears his name with the founding date of 1923, as I discovered in 2017. Two other boys whose parents were officers at Howard, Richard and David Gauntlett, were three and one year ahead of me and in the same hostel. I knew them well and Richard was a kind of mentor to me when he was an ‘A’ Level student. Their father was Commissioner Caughey Gauntlett, mentioned above. Richard moved to Labrador in Canada and David became a TSA officer. 

Dad's older brother Ralph and his wife Helen and their five boys and one girl lived in Salisbury at this time. Although cousins Bill, Michael, Edward and Ronald were older than me, Helena was the same age as Carol and we were sometimes allowed to visit them at weekends. Dad’s eldest sister and her husband Sheila and Alf Morris, and their children David, Margaret and Pat lived on a Methodist mission, Goromonzi, about 50 miles east of Salisbury at that time, and we visited them during school holidays. 

We hostel boys climbed trees a lot, and in November 1963 my mother described what happened in my second form year in the hostel:

So far as our own family is concerned, we have had rather a difficult time. Allan had an accident at Boarding School when a rope on which he was swinging, broke, and he broke both arms also had slight concussion. Carol also has had to have her tonsils out, and her tonsils were so septic that her throat was in a dreadful state after the operation, but she is pulling up again now. We then discovered that Allan had got Bilharzia (a tropical disease) so he had to have the blitz treatment for that. We are hoping to go to Beira in Mozambique, for two weeks in August, if we can save up by then, as we feel the children need the sea air to pull them up again. We shall camp in a tent, the cheapest way of having a holiday.

I remember well the ordeal of staying in the school clinic and being cared for in intimate details by a nurse for the six weeks until my two plaster casts were removed. Embarrassing for a 13-year-old! Plaster of Paris covered both lower arms and hands so I could do very little for myself. I also remember the ‘blitz treatment’ I had for bilharzia, when I was much sicker than I was with the disease itself! I have vague memories of our tent holiday in Beira, at the time a Portuguese colonial city with magnificent golden beaches. It was the nearest sea and sand destination for Rhodesians. I think our tent blew down a couple of times!

After I completed my General Certificate of Education (‘O’ Level) in November 1965, my parents had returned from furlough in England and were sent to Bulawayo as Regional Commanders for Matabeleland, Dad’s birthplace. I decided to become a day scholar again and did my Sixth Form (‘A’ Levels) at my Dad’s old school, Milton High School, 1966-67. I had attended four primary and three secondary schools during my thirteen years of school.

My best friend at Prince Edward was James Harvey-Brown, whose parents worked on a tea estate in the eastern highlands near the Chimanimani mountains on the Mozambique border. We were in the same hostel and the same form at school. I spent a holiday on the tea estate (remember the many wild guineafowl there), and another holiday with one of his relatives farming in the far north of the country, that we reached with a light aeroplane (I think it was a Cessna), quite an experience flying over the African savanna. I must have been considered a charity case, especially when my parents were still in England in 1965! I made contact with James again in England more recently and we met in Nottingham, where he was living at the time. He now lives in a rural part of Bulgaria and we still correspond occasionally.

Boarding school, however, does not always have good memories. Most of the boys in the hostel were sons of farmers who lived far from Salisbury. I was bullied, regularly given beatings by prefects and once receiving ‘six of the best’ from the Housemaster, a teacher called Bill Cock who we named ‘Toad of Toad Hall’ (from The Wind in the Willows). I had gone ‘AWOL’ from the hostel without permission and was caught on my return, so I was made an example of. I also was introduced to cigarette smoking at boarding school, which of course was banned and not allowed in the Salvation Army! We would find places where we were not easily detected. The prefects were allowed to beat us for bad behaviour, but they sometimes misused this to punish us for small things like not washing or drying their socks. In the first two years of boarding school, we had to be ‘skivvies’ or ‘fags’ (a form of slavery!) to prefects, and if we didn’t obey them to the finest details we could be beaten. I had the record for getting the most ‘dorks’ (strokes with a cane or another object) of all the boys in my dormitory. My backside had almost permanent red stripes on it! I was placed in detention on more than one occasion. We had to skivvie for two years. I skivvied for a school prefect in my second year, Preston Robertson, a big burly boy who played in the first school rugby team and was in the under-20 national water-polo team. He had a selection of various beating instruments arrayed in his room and would ask me to choose which one I wanted to be beaten with. These were the sixties in a British colony and thankfully, things are different now!

On the positive side, I was able to attend the Salisbury Citadel Corps where I became a bandsman and a corps cadet. I was enrolled as a ‘senior soldier’ when I turned 14, the minimum age. But I was not a good Salvationist during those years, as Bandsmen were not allowed to smoke! Fortunately, my smoking was sporadic and by the time I finished my teens I had given it up for the rest of my life. My parents never knew about this and I was never a counter-cultural rebel in my teens but was trying to fit into a dystopian society. I was also involved in sports: competitive swimming, cross-country running, and rugby. The rugby I continued until I went to college in South Africa. I was never very good at sports but enjoyed what I did, even though as boarders we were expected to participate in sports and attend all the big sporting events. I was captain of the Third XV rugby team at Milton, played hooker, and played a couple of games for the Second XV, even being selected for under-20s Matabeleland trials. While I was working in Bulawayo I joined a local rugby club and played hooker for the Bulawayo Athletic Club.

My mother wrote about our schooling in November 1965, as follows:

Allan is still a boarder in Salisbury, and is sitting his G.C.E. ‘O’ level exam. next week. He hopes to come to Bulawayo next year for 6th Form, to Milton High School, his Father’s old school, so we shall have him at home again. He is now a commissioned Bandsman and wearing band uniform. Carol is in Form I at the Evelyn High School in Bulawayo, and is quite happy in the little European Corps here. …

And in July 1966 she typed:

Allan and Carol are very happy in Bulawayo Corps. Allan passed his G.C.E. O level with flying colours, and is now in Lower 6th doing “A” level taking English, History, and Religious Knowledge at Milton, his father’s old school. The little Band is doing very well under B/M [Bandmaster] Ted Horwood and is now playing marches and selections. They have also started a Rhythm Group in which Allan plays the drums, and Carol is a soloist. Carol is now in uniform and has just signed her Corps Cadets Application Form (it just doesn’t seem possible that our baby is now a Corps Cadet). Easter weekend a carload of them went down to a Youth Camp near Johannesburg, had a wonderful time and all came back enthused and in love with the Army in South Africa. 

Although I did well at ‘O’ Levels at Prince Edward with four distinctions in English Language, Physics-with-Chemistry, History and Maths, four credits (French, Geography, English Literature, Religious Knowledge) and one pass (Biology), my ‘A’ Levels at Milton were affected by my indecision about what to do after finishing. I started with English, History, and French; then, because I wanted to study medicine (a childhood dream), changed halfway through Lower Sixth Form to take Physics, Chemistry and Biology. I thought that was too difficult for me and changed again to English, History and (self-taught) Religious Education. Because I had so little time to complete these subjects, I ended up dropping RE and just passing English and History with university entrance (Matriculation Exemption), that enabled me later to go to the University of South Africa.

The schools I attended are no longer segregated and reserved for ‘white’ children, as they were in the 1950s and 1960s. As a child, I didn’t appreciate the injustices in the educational system in colonial Rhodesia; and indeed, throughout colonial Africa. The Salvation Army managed its own schools all over the country, and my dad in his capacity was also a school manager and inspector. All these ‘mission schools’ were for Africans only, apart from some Anglican and Catholic schools that were also only for white Rhodesians. I was impressed by how much has changed during my 2017 visit to my old boarding school in Harare: the buildings were still there with all the sports team photos on the dining room walls, the chapel that we had to attend on Sunday evenings, photos of the Gilbert and Sullivan musicals that I was part of (Pirates of Penzance, HMS Pinafore, The Gondoliers), but most of the students were black Africans. A surreal moment was when I met two African boarders there in their uniforms, exactly as I used to wear almost 50 years earlier! It was thrilling to be able to visit there and to my old home at Howard, all courtesy of my African Pentecostal hosts! I was also able to visit my dear cousin Helena who has stayed in Zimbabwe all these years with all its ups and downs. She is the only relative I have who is still there.

At that time in Bulawayo (1966-70) I learned to play a ukelele and after that a guitar. I bought my first guitar in 1970, which I still have today with its original case. I gave up the drums in the ‘rhythm group’ for the guitar, and our little music group performed for General Frederick Coutts when he visited Bulawayo and held a rally in the City Hall in 1969. It was my 20th and his 70th birthday, as he was born exactly 50 years before I was! In the next section my ‘conversion’ to Pentecostalism will be explained. As I get older I am more appreciative than ever of my TSA roots and the enormous influence the ‘Sally Army’ and my parents have had on my life.



[1] Member of the Order of the British Empire (medal).

[2] Officer of the Order of the British Empire (medal).

[3] In her obituary.

[5] The dates of her movements with her parents are hazy, but these are the appointments she told me about, including her being part of the SA corps in Sparkhill, Birmingham.

[6] From a certified copy of the Marriage Certificate, 19 June 1948.

[8] Information and dates on my parents’ various appointments were from copies I have of their ‘Officer’s Career’ documents, obtained from the Salvation Army archives.

[9] All the quotations from my mother’s newsletters to her friends, published here: https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/394786203430875516/7580500204251070594

27 July 2025

Reflections on my Life (1)

 1.   Introduction and Family History

 

Introduction

Perhaps it’s something that you do when you retire, but I have wanted to do this for a long time. It is not an autobiography, but more memories of my life and here at the beginning, some of the research I’ve done on my origins and ancestors. One of my regrets is that so much information on my parents’ and grandparents’ very eventful lives has been lost because I did not ask enough questions and record information while they were alive. For example, my parents’ service during World War II, my dad in India, Burma and Kenya, and my mom in London during the blitz bombings by Nazi Germany. Now that I approach 80 in a few years, this account from a fragmented memory is especially dedicated to my children Matthew and Tami and their children. I hope also that this memoir will hold some interest for those who have known me personally or through my books and articles.

I will give more detail later but will summarise my eventful life in introduction. I should begin by stating that my whole life has been one of Christian faith. This isn’t surprising, as I was raised in a conservative evangelical Christian family whose roots go back at least six generations. Although later years have brought me a lot of questions, I am still a Christian by conviction. I grew up in the Salvation Army in Zimbabwe and Zambia (in those days Southern and Northern Rhodesia), where my parents Keith and Gwenyth (neĂ© Starbuck) Anderson were missionary officers.[1] I left the Army for a Pentecostal church at the age of 19 in Bulawayo, and two years later had basic theological indoctrination in South Africa to become a pastor in a Pentecostal denomination. Married in June 1979 to Olwen at the church headquarters in Pretoria, she was the fourth of five daughters of the General Overseer Leonard Brooke and his wife Ruth. In 1983 we left the denomination after eleven years working there as a minister. The reasons for that were both theological and ideological. For the previous five years (1978-83) I had been a Bible college teacher in Soshanguve, a place I returned to five years later.

In 1983 we joined a large Charismatic Baptist megachurch, Hatfield Christian Church, and continued for the next twelve years working in theological education, first in the church’s college and then on a farm we bought near Soshanguve to set up an education facility, Tshwane Christian Ministries (1988-95). A major road accident in Zambia in January 1985 interrupted a planned relocation to work in Malawi and we settled again in Pretoria. As will be seen, this fundamentally changed the direction of our lives. From 1975-92 I did four degrees part-time at the University of South Africa, finally completing my doctorate in theology in 1992. In October 1995 we moved to Birmingham, England, where I worked for four years in Selly Oak Colleges and for the next twenty years in the Department of Theology and Religion at the University of Birmingham, until my retirement in December 2019. Inevitably, there will be a lot of religion and religious work in this account of my life!

 

The Anderson Ancestors

I begin my story with my roots, gathered from genealogical research that I have done since my retirement. Of course, not all my ancestors were named Anderson or Starbuck but are just as much a relative as those who were. I am the son and maternal grandson of Salvation Army officers, and paternal grandson and descendant of four generations of London Missionary Society (Congregational) missionaries. Much of the information that I discovered on my ancestors is left out, which is necessary for brevity’s sake, as I have 512 seven-times great-grandparents who lived about four centuries ago. Because as far as I know, only one of those 512 has the surname Anderson, that doesn’t make the other 511 any less my ancestors. Much of the information on the Anderson ancestors is found on the website created by my dad’s older brother, Dr Ralph Anderson, whose PhD in electrical engineering was about lightning conductors, for which he became a world authority. He was also a keen genealogist, tracing the family history back to the 1600s.[1] His son, my cousin Edward, now manages the website. I will only cover a few of the figures in this history. If I go back seven generations on my genealogical tree, the following surnames that are known among the 128 of my 5X great grandparents reveal the diversity of my ancestry. 

On my father’s side surnames originate in Scotland, England, Netherlands, Germany and France: Anderson, Ballinton, Blyth, Boehler, Bollmeyer, Carstens, Claasz, Davidson, Deines, Deere, de Wilde, du Plessis, Esterhuyzen, Everts, Flugge, Garrett, Geard, Hauschild, Hoffmann, Huysamer, Kayser, Knoop, Le Febre, Leith, McKenzie, Melville, Port, Reid, Schonken, SchĂ¼tte, Stadler, Taylor, Turner, van Ellewee, Volcker, Wedel, Weeber, White.

On my mother’s side the surnames are all from England: Akrill, Ashley, Baker, Bettison, Bradley, Brookes, Brougham, Butcher, Challance, Chamberlain, Charles, Clayphan, Clifton, Dent, Etches, Evans, Fidling, Foster, Healy, Heaton, Kettleburn, Laver, Lewis, Martyn, Newton, Pearson, Piggott, Randall, Revill, Reynolds, Sanderson, Searle, Skelton, Stammers, Starbuck, Wall, Womersley.[2]

My earliest ancestors (5-8X great grandparents) in South Africa were mostly Dutch Protestant and French Huguenot settlers whose ancestry can be traced much further back than the seventeenth century. However, the Andersons born in Southern Africa also have traces of African and Asian ancestry. Many of the early Dutch and French settlers in South Africa intermarried or cohabited with indigenous people and imported slaves, resulting in both the so-called ‘Cape Coloureds’ but also in the Cape Dutch, who are now known as Afrikaners. My father’s side of the family has Asian (Indian and Indonesian) and African DNA, discovered only a few years ago. Two of my father’s sisters had DNA records, and at least four of my paternal cousins. The details are complicated, and I can only give some highlights here. 6X great-grandmother Appolonia Everts was born in Stellenbosch in 1706 and died in 1760. She was the daughter of Abraham Everts (1678-1712), who arrived in the Cape from the Netherlands in 1692 and married a freed slave, Catharina le Febre (1688-1760). Appolonia Everts married Stellenbosch-born Jan Andries Esterhuizen (1704-83), and their daughter Elizabeth Catharina (1733-83) married Hendrik Roedolf van Ellewee (1729-67). Another 6X great-grandfather Johannes van Ellewee (1695-1749) was born in Amsterdam and died in Stellenbosch in the Cape of Good Hope. He marriedMaria du Plessis (1702-61), daughter of a French Huguenot and born in Cape Town. They were parents of four girls and two boys, the youngest being Hendrik Roedolf. Hendrik and Elizabeth van Ellewee had one son and three daughters, the youngest being Elizabeth Maria (1750-1845). Other 5X great grandparents were Bartholomeus Schonken (1703-74), who migrated to South Africa in 1723 from the Netherlands and in 1733 married Leonora Claasz, a freed slave (then known in Dutch as a ‘free black’, vrije swarte), probably of South Asian or Indonesian origin. They were parents of two girls and two boys. The youngest son Bartholomeus(1739-1806) married Elizabeth Maria van Ellewee, who was also a ‘free black’, and were parents of five boys and eight girls, including Johanna Maria, their fourth daughter. Johanna married LMS missionary William Anderson in Cape Town in 1806, and these were my 3X great-grandparents.[3] The Schonken and van Ellewee families were part of what was later called the ‘Cape Coloured’ community, people of ‘mixed race’.

William Anderson’s ancestry is traced to Old Machar in Aberdeen, Scotland. Thomas Anderson (c.1636-99) married Elspet Deines, and they were my 7X great-grandparents. Their son George Anderson (1663-1710), a weaver by trade, married Joan Davidson (1668-1729) and lived in Wagley, Newhills, Aberdeen. Their son, also George Anderson (1698-1766), 5X great-grandfather, was born in Aberdeen and married Margaret Taylor (1697-1756). They were parents of one girl and four boys, the second of whom was William (1724-89). William Anderson moved to London as a silk merchant and there married Catherine Turner (1738-97) from Devon, in Bishopsgate, London, in 1768. They were parents of one girl and five boys, the eldest also named William, my 3X great-grandfather

Reverend William Anderson was born in London on 1 December 1769, and died in Pacaltsdorp in the Eastern Cape on 24 September 1852. He went to South Africa as a missionary with the recently formed London Missionary Society (LMS) in 1800. For the first five years he wandered with the nomadic Griquas north of the Orange River, until he persuaded them to settle in Klaarwater (now Griquastad) and begin settled lives in agriculture. Klaarwater was far outside the Cape colony. He married Johanna Maria Schonken (1777-1848) in 1806 in the Anglican Church in Cape Town, and they lived in Griquastad. During this time, William Anderson refused a demand from the governor of the Cape in 1814 to recruit young Griquas for military service, as they were beyond the British colony’s jurisdiction. William and Johanna Anderson were parents of ten children, five girls and five boys. They left Griquastad for Zuurbraak near Swellendam in 1820, before moving to Pacaltsdorp, near George in 1821, where they remained for the rest of their lives as ministers in the Congregational Church. There William Anderson fought for the rights of the indigenous Khoikhoi who lived there.[4] One of the last official letters, after almost fifty years’ service, written by William Anderson to the LMS headquarters in London, contained the following:

I am conscious that much deficiency and imperfection has attended my very best service leaving me nothing to boast of except the mercy and faithfulness of a kind and gracious God who has preserved me amid many a thousand snares and temptations and has supported me under many difficulties and delivered me in times of great danger. I have done so little for my dear Redeemer.[5]

The second youngest child and youngest son, Bartholomew Ebenezer, was to follow his parents as an LMS minister in the Eastern Cape. Bartholomew Anderson (1819-1900) was the last of the Anderson children to be born in Griquastad, on 25 November 1819. He married Janet Susan Melvill (1819-54), the daughter of another LMS missionary, John Melvill, at Pacaltsdorp in 1841. They moved from Pacaltsdorp to help the Melvills at their mission in Dysseldorp, Western Cape in 1844, where Bartholomew became headmaster of the school. He remained there for ten years after Janet’s tragic death at the age of 35 after falling off a horse. In 1862, Bartholomew was appointed minister of the Congregational church in Oudtshoorn, a congregation that grew to 2,700 members. Bartholomew and Janet Anderson had two girls and five boys, the third of which was Ebenezer Thomas, my great-grandfather. B.E. Anderson died in Somerset West, Western Cape in 1900.

Ebenezer T. Anderson (1851-1921) was born in Dysseldorp and died in Grahamstown, Eastern Cape. He was a magistrate and for many years was Chairman of the Congregational Union of South Africa. He married Frances (Fanny) Kayser, the daughter and granddaughter of LMS missionaries from Germany. Her grandfather and another 3X great grandfather, Friedrich G. Kayser (1800-1868) was born near Leipzig and married Christiana Boehler (1795-1878) in London in 1827, before being sent to the Eastern Cape, South Africa as LMS missionaries. Their third child Henry Kayser (1831-1900) was also an LMS missionary and a contemporary of B.E. Anderson, who also worked in the Eastern Cape. Henry Kayser married Naomi Geard (1832-1911) and the eldest of their twelve children was Frances (Fanny). Naomi was herself the granddaughter of a famous early Baptist pastor John Geard, another 3X great-grandfather.[6] The second son of Ebenezer and Fanny Anderson was my dad’s father, William Wardlaw Anderson (1888-1978), who in 1915 married Sheila Blyth (1890-1976) and moved to the bush in Matabeleland, Southern Rhodesia (Zimbabwe), where they remained for the rest of their lives. They had eight children: four boys and four girls. One of the girls died at the age of six but the others lived long lives and had children of their own. We were 26 cousins on the Anderson side of the family, only six girls and twenty boys. William and Sheila Anderson were ‘Granny and Grandpa’ to us 26 Anderson, Morris, Connor and Forrest cousins. I was the eighth oldest grandchild, and all the cousins born before me were boys. At the time of writing we have lost three of the cousins older than me and one younger, three of the four being sons of Uncle Ralph. The eldest, William (Bill) and Edward are in Canada, and the daughter Helena remains in Zimbabwe, the only one of the 26 still in our home country. Other cousins live in Canada, the USA (my sister), Australia, New Zealand, the UK, and South Africa.

 

The Starbuck Ancestors

My mother was a Starbuck. Most of the information on my mother’s family I gleaned from the England census records, which started in 1841.[7] This side of my family comes from humble beginnings in rural England. My maternal ancestors were peasant farm workers and later, industrial and mining labourers. Most of them came from the north and east of central England. They were hard-working English labourers from Lincolnshire, the East Midlands and Yorkshire. As with most peasants in seventeenth century England, they were mostly agricultural labourers in an area that produced much of the country’s food, especially wheat, barley, sugar beet and oilseed rape. During the nineteenth century they migrated into the northern industrial cities to work in the mining and steel industries and on the railways. I could name many more ancestors, but there are too many for these purposes. I have 256 seven-times great-grandparents dating from the seventeenth century on my mother’s side (not all of whom can be traced), but I will name a few. The earliest in the records are 7X great-grandparents John and Elizabeth Brougham (pronounced ‘Broom’), born in the 1660s, somewhere in Lincolnshire. Their son was William Brougham (b.1694) who was married to Jane Rickell (b.1700), parents of another William Brougham (1720-1758), who married Ann Markham (b.1720) in 1745 in Fillingham, a village in Lincolnshire. Their son, the third William Brougham (1750-1821), married Elizabeth Blakey (1753-1848) in Fillingham, the parents of Ann Brougham (1783-1825). Ann Brougham married John Akrill (1778-1830), the parents of Mary Akrill (1814-1899), my 3X great-grandmother, who married Charles Charles.

A second set of 7X great-grandparents were the Charles family, also from Lincolnshire. Sometime in the early 1700s, John Charles married Mary Kirman, and their son Joseph Charles was born in 1730 in Owmby-by-Spital, a hamlet near Grimsby in north-east Lincolnshire. He married Elizabeth Ridge (1733-1762) and their son William Charles (1757-1820) was born in Bishop Norton, a village south-west of Owmby. William married Mary Brewer (1756-1820) and their son William was born in 1771 in Bishop Norton. This William married Sarah Simpson (1771-1842), and their son James Charles (c.1794-1876) was also born in Bishop Norton. James married Mary Ann Dent (1795-1859) from Atterby, a hamlet next to Bishop Norton. Their son born in Atterby, was Charles Charles (1814-1880), my 3X great-grandfather and a bricklayer.[8] Charles married Mary Akrill, born in Owmby in Lincolnshire in October 1841, in a civil marriage. From the early censuses, they lived in various parts of the district at ‘Front Street’, Waddingham (1841 & 1851), Atkinsons Lane, Glentham (1861), and Brick Kiln Yard, St Andrews (1871). They had seven daughters: Martha (who married Charles Bell), Eliza, Mary Ann (my 2X great-grandmother), Elizabeth Hannah (who spent most of her life in the Caistor Union Workhouse where she was listed as an ‘imbecile’), Emma, Ellen, and the youngest Sarah Jane (born in 1858). Mary Charles was a widow by 1881 living in Sims Yard with Ellen, her granddaughter Georgiana (aged 8), and grandsons George Charles (6) and another Charles Charles (2), probably Ellen’s children. In her last years Mary Charles developed dementia and died at the Bracebridge Lunatic Asylum in 1899. People were much less accommodating to dementia in those days and conditions for the working class were extremely tough.

A third set of 7X great grandparents were the Starbucks, my mother’s family name. The Starbucks were originally from Nottinghamshire. Joseph Starbuck was born in Bramcote in 1643. He married Ellen Allen (b.1650), and their son was also named Joseph (1687-1740). 7X great-grandparents Richard Jarvise (1660-1706) and Mary Sneath (1660-1731) were both from Stathern in Leicestershire, the parents of Mary Jarvise (1689-1731). Mary married Joseph Starbuck in Hose, Leicestershire, where they spent the rest of their lives. Their son Francis Starbuck (1724-1788) married Elizabeth Hentson (1725-1774) and lived at her home in Harby, Leicestershire. Their son John (1755-1826) married Frances Martin (1764-1837) and lived in Hickling in Nottinghamshire. Their son William Starbuck (1798-1869) and his partner Hannah Healey (1803-1880) were parents of Joseph Starbuck (1833-1912), who was at first a shepherd then a road-worker, and my 2X great-grandfather by adoption. Joseph Starbuck married Mary Charles in 1872 and adopted her son Walter (my great-grandfather), whose biological father is unknown. He took the surname Starbuck after adoption. Joseph was born in Hickling, Nottinghamshire, and died in Heckington, Lincolnshire. His first wife was Martha, who died in early 1872, with whom he had at least seven children. 

 Great-great-grandmother Mary Ann Charles (1843-1894), Joseph Starbuck’s second wife, was born in the village of Snitterby, near Waddington in Lincolnshire. At the 1861 census, eighteen-year-old Mary was working as a housemaid to Charles R. Flint, vicar of Glentworth, near Gainsborough. Ten years later, when her son Walter Charles was four, she was working as a waitress in a hotel in Gainsborough. After she married Joseph Starbuck in 1872, she lived in the village of Heckington, east of Sleaford in Lincolnshire. In 1891 the Starbucks were still there with their three youngest children. Joseph was again listed as a farm labourer. Mary Starbuck died in Holbeach, Lincolnshire in 1894. Joseph married a third time in 1897, to a much younger Mary Susanna Barlow (1872-1952), and they had two children living in Ewerby, Lily B. (b.1894), Sidney (b.1898), and his son Mark Edward. In 1911 the family lived in Dembleby, Folkingham, Lincolnshire. Joseph is listed as ‘road man & old age pensioner’ who had previously worked for the district council, Mark is single and a farm labourer, and there are two lodgers with them, Harry Oxby (20) and George Bird (17), both ‘farm waggoners’. Both Joseph and Mary Ann Starbuck are buried at St Andrew’s Churchyard in Ewerby.

Walter Charles Starbuck (1867-1931) was born Walter Charles in the village of Willoughton in rural northern Lincolnshire. His grandfather Charles was a builder and bricklayer, and Walter lived with his grandparents for the first part of his life while his mother worked in the Gainsborough area as a domestic servant. Sometime before the census of 1891 Walter moved to Doncaster in South Yorkshire to work as a railway shunter, and in 1889 he married Elizabeth Ashley (1869-1954), a domestic worker and the daughter of Elisha Ashley and Harriet (nĂ©e Butcher) from Crooke in Lancashire. Elizabeth’s parents were originally from Somerset but had moved to Lancashire for her father to work as a coal miner. Walter is not found on the 1881 census records but reappears in 1891 in Doncaster, with Elizabeth and his one-year-old son Thomas (my grandfather), with a lodger named George Brown. In 1891, 1901 and 1911 the family were living in the same railway house in 25 Bond Street, Doncaster, with their children Thomas William Charles (who had left home by 1911), Clara (‘Cis’, 1894-c.1980), a domestic servant by 1911 who never married, Effie (‘Eff’, 1896-1979, who married Basil Barker) and Irene (‘Rene’, 1900-80), who was the mother of Joan Starbuck (1922-2013), who became a headteacher in Southampton. My mother’s only other cousin was Geoff Barker, who was mentally disabled and dependent on his parents for the rest of his life. My mother’s youngest aunt, Gwendolyne Eva (‘Gwen’, 1904-85), married Les Greesby, and owned a small corner shop in Doncaster. They had no children. All five Starbuck children were born in Doncaster and the four sisters lived there all their lives. I met all my great-aunts and their husbands in Doncaster when I was a boy of nine with my parents on furlough during the summer of 1959. Walter Starbuck died in Doncaster in 1931 and Elizabeth, who my mother called ‘Little Granny’, died there in 1954. I was four when we left England, and do not remember her personally.

My maternal grandmother (‘Grandma’ Starbuck) was born Lily Piggott.[9] The Piggotts were from Yorkshire. 7X great-grandfather John Pygott was born in 1634 in Bolton upon Dearn,[10] a village east of Barnsley in South Yorkshire. His contemporary and another 7X great-grandfather was Godfrey Bingley (1631-83), also born in Bolton but died in Barnby Dun, in the district of Doncaster. Godfrey married Ann Wharam (1639-1728) in Bolton. Their daughter Katherine Bingley (1661-1717) married the son of John Pygott, Thomas Pygott (1653-1703) in Bolton, where they lived all their lives. Thomas and Katherine’s son John Pigot (1698-1766) had a son Thomas Pigot (born in Bolton in around 1730), who married Mary Kemp (born in 1742 in Bolton) and they also lived in Bolton upon Dearn. Thomas and Mary’s son, also Thomas Pigot, was born in 1764 and we know nothing about him or his wife Jane, except that they moved to Billinghay in Lincolnshire, where their son William Piggott (1780-1847) was born. William married Ann Chamberlain (1789-1855) in Lincolnshire, and their son John Piggott (1812-79) was a coal dealer who married Elizabeth Challance (1820-82). She was born in Cropel in Nottinghamshire but died in Sheffield. In 1851 John and Elizabeth Piggott lived at the Foundry, Horncastle (a town in Lincolnshire), where their children David (1855-1932) and Esther (b.1859) were born. My great-grandfather David moved to Sheffield for work, and it seems that his mother moved there after the death of her husband. By the 1881 census Elizabeth Piggott was a widow living at 60 Steadfast Street, Attercliffe, Sheffield with David and Esther. David Piggott was working as a steel warehouseman, later as a silver smelter, then after 1911 was an agricultural labourer in Askham, Nottinghamshire, where he lived for the rest of his life.

David Piggott married my great-grandmother Ann Laver Heaton (1854-1949) in 1884 in the Sheffield Parish church. Ann was born in Worksop, Nottinghamshire and had worked as a domestic servant, laundress, and a felt hat trimmer. I was given my middle name Heaton after her, perhaps because my mother was very close to her grandparents and Ann died only five months before I was born. Before she married, Ann had been the mother of Arthur Heaton (father unknown), born in 1876 in Sheffield, and who died of acute meningitis in 1882 at the age of 6. My mother was very fond of her maternal grandparents and would regularly visit them during school holidays at their last home in the village of Askham in Nottinghamshire. David and Ann Piggott were early members of the Salvation Army in Sheffield, (as were Walter and Elizabeth Starbuck in Doncaster), but they later attended St Nicholas Church (Church of England) in Askham, where they are buried. Ann Heaton was the daughter of George (1832-1909) and Sarah (nĂ©e Clayphan) Heaton (1832-1909), who were from Nottinghamshire but moved to Sheffield where George was a gasworks stoker. George and Sarah Heaton lived in Sheffield for the rest of their lives. In 1891 they lived at 59 Ripon Street, Attercliffe, Sheffield with their daughter Ann and her husband David Piggott, together with their baby daughter ‘Lillie’ (my ‘Grandma’ Lily Piggott), their son George and granddaughter Kezia. 

The Piggotts had four children, two of whom died as children: Mary (1888-1892), then Lily (1890-1985), who lived to be 95, David (1893-98), and Sarah (1885-1905), who died at 20.  Only Grandma Lily survived after that. In 1901 David and Ann Piggott lived at 81 Ripon Street, Attercliffe with their daughters Lily and Sarah Elizabeth, and their granddaughter Kezia, who had married James William Howe, a blacksmith, in 1900. Kezia Howe died in 1917 and her husband in 1949 in Sheffield. I visited Ripon Street, which is now next to Sheffield Hallam University and a small industrial area, and no longer has residences. By April 1911 the Piggotts were living on their own at 2 Vicarage Villas, Attercliffe, with Ann’s sister Maria Heaton (1861-1948) whose married name was Snell, and Maria’s daughters Alice Maude (b.1887, visiting from her work in ‘house duties’ in Hudson, New York), Lavinia Mabel (b.1898) and Louisa Marie (b.1902). Maria also had a son, Grandma’s cousin, who lived in New York and was also a Salvationist. I have a photo of Mr Snell with Grandma and Uncle Baz (Basil) Barker, married to great-aunt Eff. Descendants of the Snells are in upstate New York.

 

My Grandparents and Parents

My mother’s parents, Colonel Thomas (Tom) and Lily Starbuck were both born to the working-class families in South Yorkshire in 1890. Tom was born in Doncaster where his father worked on the railways, and Lily Piggott in Sheffield where her father worked in the steelworks. They both died in Greater London, Tom in 1950 and Lily in 1985. Tom and Lily both trained in London in around 1910 as Salvation Army officers and were married in Cockermouth in Cumbria in September 1913. My mother Gwenyth (‘Gwen’, 1916-2006) was their first child, followed by Kenneth Ashley (‘Ken’, 1922-1995). Gwen was born in Sheffield on 14 April 1916, when her mother was living at 33 Heather Road. 

According to the census records of April 1911, Tom was a single Salvation Army lieutenant living at 18 Oxford Street in Carnforth, a small railway town in Lancashire with a Captain William Henry Nash. Lily was also a lieutenant living at 6 Knowles Street, Rishton, a coal mining town in Lancashire, with Captain Deborah Smith. Both these were small rural towns at the time. The Army in those days had many more officers and corps than they have today, and they usually put two single officers together, newly commissioned single officers paired with more experienced ones of the same sex. After their marriage, Tom and Lily Starbuck served in the trenches in France during World War I, for which they were honoured with MBEs. After World War II, when my grandfather was working for the Salvation Army’s Red Shield Services, he was named in the King’s Honours of 1947, Officer of the Order of the British Empire (Civil Division), abbreviated to OBE. My uncle Ken and aunt Joan Starbuck with their sons David (born in July 1949, two months before me) and Stuart (born in December 1952, one day before Carol) moved to Ontario, Canada in 1957. Our family moved to Southern Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) in December 1953, leaving Grandma Lily Starbuck living alone at 8 Manor Avenue, Northolt, Middlesex (now part of west London). She lived there for the rest of her life, a widow for 35 years. My grandfather Colonel Tom Starbuck died at the age of 60 and is buried in Camberwell New Cemetery, Southwark, London.[11] My sister Carol and I have only two cousins on this side of the family. All four cousins were young children when they left England. I remember 8 Manor Avenue well, because it was our base when my parents had ‘homeland furlough’, a mix of holiday and deputising for six months given to ‘missionary officers’ from the UK every five years. In those days we travelled from Cape Town (a three-day train journey from Zimbabwe) and then took the two-week voyage on a Union Castle Line ship to Southampton, which trips were always exciting. I loved the four trips I made with my parents and sister, and especially to be in the open Atlantic with only the ocean in sight as far as you could see. Every time we crossed the equator there was a ceremony put on by the ship’s crew, which had its origins in a pagan ritual, where people were thrown into the ship’s swimming pool to appease King Neptune. I was 9 when we had our first furlough in 1959. At the time we were living in Sinoia (now Chinhoyi). My second visit to 8 Manor Avenue was Christmas 1964, when I was 15. We travelled on the Pendennis Castle ship from Cape Town to Southampton, stopping at Funchal, Madeira on the way. But on that occasion I had only a short time in England, as I had to return to boarding school in Salisbury (now Harare), because it was the beginning of my ‘O’ Level year in January 1965.

I knew my paternal grandparents well, because I grew up in Rhodesia and we visited them often.   Rev. William Wardlaw Anderson, a minister of the London Missionary Society (Congregational/ Reformed), was born in Cape Town in 1888 and died in Bulawayo in 1978. In 1915 he married Sheila Blyth in Beaufort West, her home and the largest town in the arid Great Karoo region of what is now the Western Cape province. Granny Anderson was born in Beaufort West in 1890 and died in Bulawayo in 1976, two years before her husband and after 61 years of marriage. Her ancestors came from Dundee in Scotland and her grandfather migrated to South Africa in the mid-nineteenth century. More information on the Anderson and Blyth families is in the memoirs of my dad’s oldest brother Ralph, as follows:

My mother was born in Beaufort West and grew up in this little town which boasted mostly a large railway workshop where locomotives were maintained and repaired, and which provided employment for most of the local population. The main water supply for the town came from a nearby dam and water was run into narrow furrows on the one side of the streets of the town, as well as being piped into the domestic systems of the adjacent small houses. Each resident was given a time when they were allowed to block the furrow and run the water off it into their gardens. This was unwittingly a hazard for children, and my parents recount that on one occasion my baby sister Sheila was trapped in one of them trying to crawl under the slab that bridged it. … I well remember the little house on 39 Baird St backing also onto the grounds of the local Dutch Reformed Church. 

In 1856 a certain Mr. David Henderson Blyth [1839-1908] emigrated from Dundee, Scotland, and went first to Worcester in the Cape. He must have moved thereafter to Beaufort West for he married Sophia [Kinnear] there in 1861, and their first son, John Alexander Blyth [1861-1910] was born that same year. John served the municipal Council of Beaufort West for 15 years on and off from 1866. He was my maternal grandfather, and he trained as an Accountant. He married Cornelia Weeber [1852-1938], daughter of the first Chief Justice of Beaufort and also a Deacon of the local Dutch Reformed Church [Marthinus Johannes Weeber, 1808-76]. They had 3 girls, namely, my mother Sheila the eldest, followed by May and Gladys, who became teachers at the local schools but neither of them married. Then in 1915, during the first world war, my mother married my father William Wardlaw Anderson, son of Edward [Ebenezer] Thomas Anderson who had been the Magistrate in Beaufort for 6 years from 1904, and the bridal couple left Beaufort for the then young country of Southern Rhodesia to be missionaries to the Amandebele people commonly known as the Matabele.[12]

William had been trained in London under the auspices of the London Missionary Society who commissioned him for service in Africa. He was provided with all the necessary skills for this auspicious calling, and he was sent to take over the reins so to speak, from another early missionary, James Reid who had first set up the station and homestead at Dombodema about 15 miles west of Plumtree, a small settlement on the main north railway not far from the border with Bechuanaland [Botswana].[13]

came across this text in a book published in 1970. It says that W.W. Anderson started his missionary work with the LMS in 1914. Sadly, as is often the case, William’s wife Sheila does not get a mention, but endured the same hardships. Here is the text:

 

…the Shangani Reserve, the territory north of Inyati, centred around Nkai and extending down the valleys of the rivers which abound there. The pioneer missionary in the area was W.G. Brown; when he went there in 1915 … until in 1924 he was called to take over the supervision of Inyati. By then the foundation of the work had been laid in the Reserve, and the head station in Zinyangeni was at least habitable.

            Brown’s successor there was William Wardlaw Anderson, who could not help being a missionary, with the blood of his forebears flowing so strongly in his veins. A direct descendant of William Anderson of Griquatown and Pacaaltsdorp, tracing his lineage also from the Kaysers of Knapp’s Hope, Anderson was the second missionary from South Africa to offer for Matabeleland. Appointed in 1914, he has served the Rhodesian churches for the whole of his life, mostly at Dombodema, where he laboured first from 1914 to 1918 in succession to Cullen Reed (a charge to make the heart of any novice but an Anderson quail), for a second period from 1920 to 1924, and again from 1942 to his retirement in 1953. Undoubtedly that station lies nearest to his heart and some of his best work was done there. But he also has the distinction of having the longest service of any missionary in the Shangani Reserve – sixteen years of gruelling work from 1926 to 1942… Fever and flood, miles of travel where no roads worth the name existed, all the disappointments and frustrations of the work – none of these daunted this servant of Christ, who happily is still with us, active and alert as ever in the cause to which he dedicated his life fifty-six long years ago.[14]

The Andersons had eight children, four boys and four girls: Ralph Blyth (1916-2013), my dad Keith Arthole(1917-2006), William Alexander (‘Alec’) (1919-2002); Sheila Frances (1921-1993); Noreen Elise (1923- 1929); Marjorie Louise (1929-); Jean Mabel (1932-2023); and Ian Robert Edward (1934-1995). Keith, the second child, was born on 25 November 1917. The first five children were born in Bulawayo because their parents were at a remote LMS mission in the Shangani Reserve in northern Matabeleland. Marjorie was born in Cape Town; and Jean and Ian in Plumtree, Rhodesia, when their parents were at the Dombodema Mission, an LMS station near Plumtree, founded in 1895 before the British colonists arrived. We mostly knew the older cousins, as some of the younger side of the family were born when we were already working, or at colleges and universities. Uncle Ralph and Auntie Helen had six children (William (Bill), Michael, Edward, Ronald, Helena and David), Uncle Alec and Auntie Kath had five (Peter, Graeme, John, Brian and Christopher), Auntie Sheila and Uncle Alf Morris had three (David, Margaret [Margie] and Patricia [Pat]), Auntie Marjorie and Uncle Campbell Connor had three (Lesley, Gavin and Barry), Auntie Jean and Uncle Bob Forrest had four (Kevin, Gordon, Noreen and Richard), and Uncle Ian and Auntie Gwenda had three (Mark, Steven and Ingrid). There are now many more great-grandchildren and great-great grandchildren.


ENDNOTES

[4] See Peter S. Anderson, Weapons of Peace: The Story of William & Johanna Anderson (Our Daily Bread Ministries, 2016)

[5] Quoted in Anderson, Weapons of Peace, 239.

[7] In ancestry.co.uk. UK census, April 1841, then every ten years until 1921. There is a 100 year embargo on the records made available online to the public. The records show names of everyone living in a house on the census night, their address, ages and occupations. See https://www.ancestry.co.uk/family-tree/tree/4893058/family?_gl=1%2A1driekk%2A_up%2AMQ..&cfpid=5108021420&gclid=Cj0KCQjwhLKUBhDiARIsAMaTLnEZhTqnQUHhyCZJQw1_0n458KBQX6h388qkHWq9LE0VDcUGGwHWOWoaArDDEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

[8] A combination of records in ancestry.co.uk (the England census records that begin in 1841), and parish and grave records, have given me access to this information. Maternal cousin David Starbuck in Canada also discovered names that I had not found earlier.

[9] Piggott has various spellings in the census records.

[10] Not to be confused with the much bigger town of Bolton, near Manchester.

[11] Square 25, Grave 7396.

[12] Zimbabwe was named Southern Rhodesia (after Cecil John Rhodes) in 1898, whereas present-day Zambia was Northern Rhodesia. The British joined them with Nyasaland (now Malawi) in the Federation of Rhodesia and Nyasaland (1953-63), but after Zambia and Malawi became independent in 1964, Southern Rhodesia become Rhodesia until 1980, when it became Zimbabwe.

[13] A personal memoir written by Ralph Anderson when in his nineties, kept by his son Michael and used with permission.

[14] D.R. Briggs & J. Wing, The Harvest and the Hope: The Story of Congregationalism in Southern Africa (The United Congregational Church of Southern Africa, 1970), pp. 200-201.