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The Police

“I’ll have to be going.  I promised Fanny I wouldn’t be long.  I can’t believe the baby will be here so soon” said Samuel.

The Police Henry Stokes Harriet StokesHarriet smiled as she gently put her youngest son William in his cradle “I know son, I cannot wait for my first grandchild. ”

As Harriet opened the door she looked down the street noticing her youngsters Harold and Beatrice racing up the street and said “I don’t know where you dad is. He said he had something to tell you.”

“Mum, the police are coming.”

Harriet said, “I wonder what that could be about.”

Two young policemen came up the short path “Are you Mrs Henry Stokes m’am?”

“Yes,” said Harriet looking very worried as she grabbed Samuel’s arm. Samuel, seeing the looks on the policemen’s faces, shooed his two young siblings into the house.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news. Your husband has been found in the canal behind the Hatherton Furnaces. He killed himself. Witnesses say he just jumped in and when people tried to save him he fought them off.”

Samuel caught his mother as she collapsed in shock. The police officers assisted him to take her into the house and place her on the couch. “What happens now?” asked Samuel.

“We will need someone to identify the body.”

“I’ll do it. If you could sit with mum for a minute I’ll just get my brother Albert to stay with her and the little ones,” said Samuel.

The policemen nodded as Samuel rushed out the front door.


The final months of 1898 saw many life events for the Stokes family. ­ Henry killed himself on 12 November.  Dorcas, Samuel’s daughter, was born on 19 November.  Henry’s father died on 31 December. I always wondered why Henry killed himself.  He was only 53 and as his father died at 85 I am curious that he would take his life so young.  Harriet was left with six children living at home ranging from baby William to 17-year-old Albert.  Henry and Harriet Stokes were my great-grandparents, their son, Samuel Stokes my great-grandfather, and Dorcas, my paternal grandmother.

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4 thoughts on “The Police

  1. Wow…. I don’t even know what to say. As I was reading, I was really intrigued by the story, and the way you wrote it. But then, when I realized that this was actually a story as a part of your families history… I’m so sorry!

    Suicide is really tough to deal with, we’ve dealt with it in our family as well. It’s never easy… and there are always so many unanswered questions.

    Thank you for sharing this. And again, the way you wrote it was perfect! Would love to see more of what you write! 🙂

    1. Thank you for reading my blog.  I enjoy using my ancestors and the documentation I have found about them to weave stories around them.  It brings a human element back into the historical documents.  I hope you enjoy reading other stories about my ancestors.  I look forward to hearing from you again.

  2. Oh wow, how sad! I cannot imagine going through something like that at all. To be strong for the family and have to hold all the pain back. Great writing you have done and what a way to put family history down on paper. I assume this is part of your family history. I am adopted, and I sure wish I knew all the history behind the family of my real parents. Just be nice to know what their lives were like. Thanks for sharing!

    1. I’m so glad you enjoyed the story.  It is a story about my family but is a fictional account.  So I know from Henry’s death certificate that he committed suicide in the canal behind the furnaces.  I know that Fanny was pregnant with Dorcas because I have her birth certificate.  The rest of the dialogue is fictional.  I have no idea of knowing how they were informed or if Samuel was visiting when Harriett found out.  So it is part of my family history but i’ve weaved a story through the known facts to bring it to life.

      Regards,

      Megan

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