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Reginald Aglio Dibdin
Rex
1883-1957
Analytical Chemist - Engineer

Appendix 5

Letters from William Joseph Dibdin, and Gerard Cowham and Dr George Robertson during Rex’s Illness

 

Letters from William Joseph Dibdin to his son Rex

 while Rex was in Hospital

 

 

Notes

Marvins refers to the family of Elsie, Rex’s wife

Marg is Margaret Cowham, married to the vicar Gerard Cowham. She was William J Dibdin’s daughter.

 

These letters were written to Rex at The Old Manor in Salisbury into which he entered on 21 March 1923

 

April 15, 1923

Dear Rex

How are you getting on now?  We shall be glad to hear. Your last note was so cheerful and promising that we are greedy for more.

Do not hesitate to write and let us know if we can do anything for you.

I am sorry to say that Mother has had another of her heart attacks and gave us a fright but the Doctor thinks she will soon be about again.

Have you got your flute with you?  It will be nice to hear it again as I hope to do soon. 

Did you get the cigarettes?

I send you a variety so that you can let me know which you prefer next time.

Write and tell me how you are getting on generally.  Our hearts are constantly with you.  A good cheerful letter will do more and buck up old Mother and much more than anything else.

With dearest love

Your affectionate old dad

W J Dibdin

 

25 April 1923

Dear Rex

A Mr. Douglas of ?????  Lane has written to me advising that Dr. Mosley has told him that I would be kind enough if send a small quantity of solution for killing ??????.

Don’t you think that it would be as well to let him have this, in the same way I send out test solutions?

We may as well get what we can in this way as any other.  It’s no use hiding our light under a bushel because we can’t get all we want.  One never knows what may turn up.  Lets me know at once if you agree and I will send it on, charging a Guinea for it.

I am sorry to say that the cash question is as usual, only a few pounds left for paying rent etc.

We are, as you know absolutely fed up here and Marvin writes Lionel that he will not have you near, so the best thing to do will be to lie low and rest all you can until you can get a satisfactory discharge or whatever you call it, from the home when you should be able to resume work again.

I feel also a little stupid about it all, but that’s nothing new, you will say.  I really begin to think that after all, hard work is the last thing wanted in this world and when coupled with simple honesty of purpose it is an abomination.  But here we are, I have staked my all on that and I must abide by the decision of fate and wait and hope.  Mother has had a very bad heart attack, but is now a little better.  Got out into the garden for a few minutes today.

Marg is still about; Marian and the children are well.

There is really no other news.

I long to hear goods reports of your health.

I am yours affectionately W J Dibdin

 

May 9 1923

 

Dear Rex

Our Sunday morning last Marg presented Gerard with a fine girl.10 ½ lbs and 23 inches long.  ………..?  Margaret and baby (Mary, Margaret) are now doing famously. ?????????????

Next news is that Marian and children sail for Australia either at the end of this month or early in June and she is now making all the arrangements.

Paul having received an appointment as part teacher at Geelong at £400 pounds per annum.

There is now a liner ready for them to go. And the future will show what other work he will get.

There is really no other news.  Mother has had a very bad time, being in bed for a fortnight, but is now out and about again.

No fresh work has come in. My Sutton and Croydon ????????????  as usual.

How are you getting on?

I never felt my impoverished condition more than I do now, as it leaves me so utterly helpless, but I do my best to keep hopeful and trust that the wheel will turn again and, in our favour, before I have done with it.  So that I can leave all straight.

Mother sends her dearest love.

When you were at Barston Road, she left us time, that she used to pull you through and feels             that she can do nothing under the present circumstances but hope and pray.

 

I shall see Lionel on Saturday and shall be glad to be able to give a good account to him.

 

My dearest love I am your affectionate to dad

WJ Dibdin.

 

 

May 16 1923

 

Dear Rex

I got your letter this morning and immediately sent offer a supply of cigarettes                     which I hope will arrive safely.  You do not say which brand you prefer, so I sent two.

We saw the account of the attack on Dr. Martin which plainly stated that The Old Manor was a lunatic asylum.

I wrote to Dr. Martin recently and he kindly replied that you were well and comfortable.

He laid more stress on what he called your “Garrulousness”, evidently your powers of conversation covering so wide a range of subjects do not impress him favourably.   Would it not be better to try the other tack and by keeping as quiet as possible induce him to give a certificate for health, so that you can take up your work again.

As you know I protested all through that your mental condition was not at fault but the Marvins would have their way, nevertheless, I warned you, you will remember against the attempt which would be made to get you away and by a trick they succeeded.

Now, try the other tack.

Lie low, keep quiet get Dr. Martins to give you a clean bill of health and head for fresh air and work again.  If you came out just now, what are you going to do.

I am cleaned dazed with it all.

Although Elsie said she was ill yet she could write a seven-page letter to Lionel so she must have been very bad!

Have you thought of re-applying for your pension again?  Surely if anyone suffered from the after effects of the war you have, and your case ought to receive consideration.

It is no good seeing a solicitor, and running up more bills to meet when one can only grumble along on the little one gets.

Don’t imagine you are there in connection with any “authorities”.  They don’t care a bean about you or anyone else and you may safely dismiss those mysterious entities from your mind.

With best loved from your affectionate dad

W J Dibdin

 

July 2 1923

 

Dear Rex

I have received a long letter from Elsie in which she states that she cannot keep up the payments to The Old Manor after July and that I must do what I can for the future.

I have accordingly seen my old colleague Mr. Reece, the clerk of the asylum            of the LCC and he has promised to do all that he can to help me to meet the charges at the Maudsley Hospital where you will be as free as you are now and more so.

I now want you to send me a letter stating that you are willing to go there and I will arrange all the rest.  No need to worry about details.  They are for me.  I feel certain that it will not be long before you will feel the benefits of the change.

Dr. Mott is not there now.

Please send me this letter at once as the time is short.  I enclose a stamped addressed envelope and paper for reply.

With heartfelt love from Mother, Lettie and  ?? 

I am your affectionate Dad

WJ Dibdin and            

 

July 6th 1923

 

Dear Rex

 I sincerely hope that you will reconsider the position. The fees at the Maudsley in this special case may not be more than 10/- per week and that is the extent of my influence.  I will not enter on the various points you raise, but trust time will enable you to take other views.  If you if send a letter agreeing to go to Maudsley all can be easily arranged and you will not be under compulsion to stop there any more than you are now, but the difference is that we will manage somehow the reduced fee there, but I have not the money to pay for Salisbury as it would leave practically nothing to keep your mother and myself alive.

Hoping for your letter commenting on my suggestions.  Otherwise, I am absolutely powerless.  From affectionately W J Dibdin

 

Rex entered the Maudsley on the 3rd August 1923

From  Gerard Cowham Rex’s Brother in Law

6 Chestnut Road

West Norwood

 

7th May 1923

My Dear Rex

If you will be delighted to hear that Margaret was safely delivered of a daughter yesterday at 12.45pm.  Having kept us waiting for a fortnight Margaret suddenly made up her mind to move and then produced a 10 ½ ib 23 ½ inches long babe in a little over 7 hours.

Margaret is very well and only slightly torn, and Mary is the “pink limit” for fatness and boniness.  If already she is looking out on life with the calm reflective gaze of a true philosopher.

She is without spots or blemish and with many wrinkles.

I think you will be very proud of your niece.

I am glad to hear that you are beginning to put on some much needed the fat, I hope you are getting used to the necessary irksomeness of hospital routine.  One thing you have had is a hardening in that discipline already.  Our prayers are going up for you daily.

With love yours ever Gerard

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6 Chestnut Road

West Norwood

 

3 Sept 1923

 

My Dear Rex

Mother has told me of your intention to leave the Maudsley tomorrow.

I am very sorry to hear it for several reasons.

First for the sake of your health.  The Dr. tells me that you are considerably improved in your health since being there.

Secondly for the sake of your livelihood.  If you maintain the improvements that has begun there will be little doubt that the doctors will certify you as fit to resume work, which they will not do at present.

If you come away without such a certificate, it is going to make it very difficult to move the LCC to reinstate you after your sick leave.  And what other chance is there of your getting a restart.

Sadly, while this prolonged rest is still necessary, where else is there for you to stay except in some similar institution.

I would gladly offer you a bed sitting room here for that we shall be moving so soon (Lettie told you of my new appointment as lecturer of Bolton Parish Church didn’t she?) And besides we are both so drivingly the busy that I am afraid you would be desperately lonely.

There remains Idmidston Road for you to go to.  Frankly I don’t think you ought to go.

You can have little idea how your people have  aged during the last six months.

You know only a week or so ago mother had a very bad heart attack, and father is getting very frail.  I am afraid we must recognize the fact that they are both in a state where a very little upset or extra strain would easily kill them both.  Put bluntly the extra expense of you staying would mean that they would have to get rid of the resident help whom they have just engaged.  Which means that all the strain of housekeeping would fall full on mother just as at last it has been lightened for a few months by Lettie and now this new woman.

My dear fellow it is just because I am in the position to see the facts with more detachment than anyone else so intimately concerned that I take upon me to write in this strain to you, trusting to your generosity to pardon any impertinence you may feel.

There is a further consideration, which you are Dr. enough to understand better than I.  Your present weakened condition is the result of prolonged nervous strain to which you have been subject from various causes.  Inevitably at home you will be more lonely and without the society that you have at present even if this be none too congenial, wherein you have my full sympathies.  This must throw you open to these insidious temptations of brooding over the past.  The “ruthless ploughing of the waste sands of time” which never produces any crop but Jason’s Dragon’s Teeth; a host of mutually destructive devils, who sleigh and work and wreck to no purpose but the multiplication of misery.

My dear fellow, with all the sincerity that is in me, I would urge you for your own sake and for the sake of your father and mother, to hold on where you are for another month until you will be fit to resume work, enduring steadfastly the almost inevitable small ills and the irritations of an institution.

Believe me to be with sincere affection your brother  Gerard.

 

There is much more to be said and has be documented about the birth of Mary and her upbringing, and of Gerard and his wife’s ability to boss people about.

All that he has had to say needs to be thrown into the pot and considered from many points of view.

 

From Dr George Robertson

 

Bronllys

72 Thurlow Park Road

Dulwich

 

21-4-23

Dear Mr Dibdin

How are you going along?  I have often wondered whether the change or not have made you feel A1 again.  I wish you could hurry up and get well, and get back again to follow at your various scientific pursuits, it seems that the public authorities nowadays are willing to pay a fairly decent income for anything except brains. 

If take my own job, I may have to worry out some complicated blood disease or some very obscure abdominal tumour, the next day have to remove tonsils and adenoids.  When it comes to feed the latter is well paid although little more than a carpenter’s job, anyhow I should much prefer to do it than many things a working man does every day.

Kind regards yours sincerely
George S Robertson

 

 

 

Bronllys

72 Thurlow Park Road

Dulwich

30-4-23

 

Dear Mr Dibdin

Many thanks for letting me hear how you are going along.  I have just had your mother in bed for the best part of a fortnight for her heart and Mr. Dibdin is none too well either.  I feel sure if they want to do what they feel is best for you, and if they are wrong in their opinion they mean well.  Of course, you are at liberty to come out if you care to do so at any time, but surely it is best to stop there for a while longer if you are made quite comfortable.  There is a place near shooters hill where people go for a rest to a.  I had a lady there lately who derived much benefit from it, it is rather expensive and I don’t expect it is as good as where you are.  I had no idea who the specialist was that Maitland got to see you.  The thing to do is to get fit and get back to work again as soon as possible

Kind regards yours sincerely George Robertson.