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albert james monger  (1904-1964)

Early years


The fifth of twelve children born to George and Florence Beatrice Monger, Albert James was born on Monday 11 July 1904 whilst his family was living at 15 Peckford Place, just off the Brixton Road. Like many working class families of his generation, the Mongers moved regularly, although generally only a short distance. Home life was noisy and crowded but full of good humour, and days were spent at school, helping around the house and playing in the streets.

1920 was a momentous year in Albert’s life; it was the year he left school and went out to full-time work, and the year his mother died. It was a blow to the family, coming as it did so suddenly and unexpectedly. Following her death, Albert and his siblings grew up quickly, helping their father and starting to bring home a wage. Albert got a job as a builder’s labourer, an industry that he was to continue working in until his death. It may have been through his job that he met Joseph Collins, a bricklayer, and through him, his daughter, Florence Ada Collins. Or perhaps like so many working class couples in those days, they lived in the same street.

Albert and Ada, as she was always known, married on 20 March 1926 at Wandsworth Registrar’s Office. Ada was only just 20 years old, but gave her age as 21 on the marriage certificate: she was five months pregnant and wanted to make sure there were no objections to the marriage. Among the guests were Ada’s elder sister, Kit and her husband, and Albert’s sister, Edith Wyatt, and her husband. Albert and Ada gave their address as 75 Livingstone Road, and they probably remained here until their first child, Albert, was born five months later in August  1926.


Married life


Albert and Ada settled down to married life and raising their growing family: Ruth (1927), Lillian Jeanee (October 1928), John ’Jack’ (1930), Edith Margaret ’Peg’ (1931) and Ivy Christine (1936). Money was tight and work not always easy to come by. Albert would cycle for miles to find work. On a Friday evening when work had finished for the week and he cycled home, Ada would ask the children “has he got his sack?”; if Albert had his tools in his sack, it was a bad sign and meant that the job had come to an end. But Albert could be relied upon to raise his family’s spirits and make them laugh, and there was nearly always a ha’penny pocket money for the children: unlike many fathers of his generation, Albert was a kind and loving father.

Through the years of the Depression, money was short.  The family lived from week to week and it was common for items to be pawned to make ends meet throughout the week; Albert’s Sunday best would go in on Monday but would always be ready for him for the weekend when there were walks on the common, a few pints down the local pub, or Sunday tea at his sister Edith’s house, which last two hours and included cockles and shrimps, bread and butter, and cream cakes. In the summer, the family might go down to the hop farms in Kent, and Albert would join them for a week. At other times of the year, especially Christmas, there were gatherings when the family and friends would crowd around the piano for a song, usually culminating in old favourites such as ‘Knees up Mother Brown’ and the ‘Okey Cokey‘. Even if no one could read music someone could always manage a tune they had learnt to play by ear.


Britain at war


Life went on in this way until 1939. But at 11.15am on 3 September, the Prime Minister, Neville Chamberlain who, only a year earlier, had declared that he had secured “peace for our time” announced that Britain was at war with Germany. Initially, Albert was too old to be called up and, as well as his age, he had a damaged firing finger — perhaps the result of an accident at work — which would have given him exemptions for certain types of duty. However, like most able bodied men in Britain, he volunteered for home duty. Because of his building experience, he was in the Heavy Rescue Squad. This squad was responsible for rescuing people from buildings and making safe buildings which had been destroyed by bombing. With 71 major bombing raids during the months from September 1940 to March 1941, during which time over 18,000 tons of high explosive bombs were dropped on London,  it was dangerous and demanding work. Albert’s son, Bert, whilst home on leave commented that he was safer fighting overseas than he was in London.

As a member of the Heavy Rescue Squad, Albert was issued with his kit and given first aid training. On the days when he was on duty, he would come home at the usual time from a days' work, have his tea and a brief rest before changing into his overalls and cycling to the Air Raid Patrol (ARP) depot. If an air raid was sounded, the Squad would wait until the all clear was given and then set to work. Their job was to make sure houses and buildings were as safe as possible before the search for survivors began. Sometimes the rescuers were too late and it became a matter of digging out bodies. It was not unusual after a busy night at the height of the blitz in 1940-41 for Albert to get home in the early hours, snatch some sleep, then get up and go to work.


The end in sight


By 1944 the allies sensed that it was the ‘beginning of the end’ and a large-scale invasion of Europe was planned: it was code-named Operation Overlord, now referred to as D-Day. The operation consisted of an air and sea offensive with five beaches along the French coast pinpointed for the landings: Utah, Omaha, Gold, Juno and Sword. Albert was conscripted as a bat man as part of this offensive. A photograph of him in his uniform army was taken at Richmond in Yorkshire; this was the headquarters of the Green Howards (Alexandra, Princess of Wales’s Own Yorkshire Regiment  (19th Foot) so it is likely that  Albert was attached to this regiment.

The invasion began on 6 June 1944, a few weeks before Albert’s 40th birthday. Albert’s son, Bert, recalled that Albert was in one of the battalions that was responsible for taking Sword beach; certainly two battalions of the Green Howards were amongst the first to land in the assault. Albert was in a landing craft ferrying from a merchant ship which lay offshore, bringing vehicles and equipment to Sword beach. Although not part of the force securing and advancing from the beaches, the vessels at sea were under constant bombardment. Albert’s craft suffered a direct hit and it was only because he was situated at the rear of the vessel with the officers that he survived; many of the enlisted men on board were killed.


A return to normality


To the jubilation of the country, the war ended on 2 September 1945. Miraculously, Albert’s immediate family had survived unscathed but it had been a difficult time for everyone.  Albert must have spent many hours worrying about his family, not only about their physical safety through the Blitz but how they were managing on his army pay of £2 5s 6d, although he must have taken comfort from the fact that Ada was a strong, capable woman.

After the war, life begun to resume something of a normality. However, Albert, like his neighbours, was surrounded by constant reminders of the war: burnt out shells of buildings, bomb craters, unexploded bombs, and rationing. As a result, housing was in short supply, so it may have come as welcome news when, in early 1952, Albert was given the opportunity to move his family to Merstham in Surrey. His eldest son, Bert, had already moved there in December 1951 with his family. Albert had visited one Sunday and his verdict was that Bert would miss London, find the country too quiet and be back within six months. Nevertheless, two months later on a snowy day in February 1952, Albert and Ada and their three youngest children (Jim, Chris and Brenda) packed up what few belongings they had and headed to Merstham.  


Surrey life


Merstham is a village about 20 miles south of London. It dates to the seventh century and is mentioned in the Domesday Book. Its chief industry, apart from farming, was quarrying, and its quarries yielded both lime and a very fine limestone which was used in the building of the King’s palace in 1259 and later for parts of Windsor Castle, old St Paul’s Cathedral, and London Bridge.

In 1872 the village had 173 houses and a population of 846. Until the early 1950s, when Albert and his family moved to Merstham, Merstham was made up of two parts: old or ‘top’ Merstham which consisted of a few rows of picturesque cottages, a high street, an ancient church, a railway station, a public houses or two, and The Feathers Hotel; South Merstham consisted largely of residential houses dating from the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. Beyond the village stretched open countryside, some of which was marshy. After the war, the London County Council bought up large parts of this land and building started in earnest giving Merstham a third identity: the Estate.   

Merstham Estate consisted mainly of three-bedroom terraced houses and little else; when the first families moved there in 1951 there were no shops or a bus service; according to Bert Monger “it was rather desolate”. It was to one of these new Council houses in Radstock Way that Albert and his family moved in February 1952. The change of scenery, the pace of life, the peace and quiet must have been a shock to Albert and his family, but the house itself was a palace compared to their London accommodation, with its indoor bathroom and front and back garden. There was a certain amount of animosity from the locals who resented the invasion of large numbers of families from London, nevertheless, Albert settled down to life in the country; his Sunday walks shifting from Clapham Common to the North Downs.

Albert’s daughter Lilian and her family moved to Merstham in 1955 and Albert was once again surrounded by family, including an increasing number of grandchildren. But by 1961, all of the children, except Brenda, had left home and Albert, Ada and Brenda were living in a flat at 82 Portland Drive. Albert continued to work as a builders’ labourer, often travelling to London each day; he also worked on the building of Heathrow Airport.


The final chapter


By the early 1950s, Ada had been suffering from diabetes and poor health for some time. In December 1963 Albert’s world came crashing down when Ada had a heart attack and died: he never fully recovered from her loss. During the 37 years of their marriage she had been the driving force behind the family, she had kept them together during the lean years of the Depression, through the terrifying months of the Blitz, and had been the person that everyone turned to. On 23 March 1964, three days after his 38th wedding anniversary and just 16 weeks after Ada’s death, Albert had a heart attack. Although Dr Redd recorded the cause of death in medical terminology as a ‘cardiac infarction’, in layman’s terms, Albert died of a broken heart.



 









who’s related to whom

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(1877-1939)

albert james monger
(1904-1964)

charles monger
(ca1833-1902)

lilian jeanee monger
(1928-1998)

mary ann benham

living fenley
(born 1946)

living moss
(born 1968)

william monger

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Albert’s wife: Florence Ada Collins

Albert James’ father: George Monger

Albert James’  mother: Florence Beatrice Cawte