Newsletter 17 .pub - The Binns Family
Newsletter 17 .pub - The Binns Family
Newsletter 17 .pub - The Binns Family
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<strong>The</strong> Brett <strong>Binns</strong> <strong>Family</strong> con’t<br />
He remained in the Far East for the rest of the war, returning<br />
to duty with the Royal Air Force as a flight lieutenant<br />
working for central photographic intelligence, helping<br />
drop agents behind Japanese lines but when the war<br />
ended in 1945, he returned home to Grimsthorpe to join<br />
his wife and their two daughters, Diana, who had been<br />
born in Burma, and Cynthia in India.<br />
He went into partnership with Lord Ancaster and formed<br />
the Grimsthorpe Nurseries, running them successfully<br />
until he retired in 1963 and the following year, he and his<br />
wife moved to No 23 North Road, Bourne. He also served<br />
for a spell on the Income Tax Commission which sat at<br />
Corby Glen, as a member of Edenham Parish Council<br />
and as a manager of the village primary school. During<br />
his earlier years, he was also an enthusiastic<br />
sportsman, playing tennis<br />
and cricket with great ability and golf,<br />
at which his handicap was six.<br />
Mr <strong>Binns</strong> died at his home in North Road on Sunday<br />
16th February 1975 after several months of failing<br />
health, aged 77. <strong>The</strong> funeral was held at Edenham<br />
parish church the following Wednesday, conducted by<br />
the vicar, the Rev Geoffrey Roberts. He was survived<br />
by his wife and daughters. Floral tributes were from<br />
family members only but other mourners and sympathisers<br />
were asked to send a donation to the Royal<br />
British Legion of which Mr <strong>Binns</strong> was a founder member.<br />
He is buried in the churchyard at Edenham.<br />
Another Chemist<br />
As regular readers will know, in a former life I was a chemist and always interested to<br />
discover earlier <strong>Binns</strong> members of the profession<br />
CENTRAL CRIMINAL COURT.<br />
Monday, July 7th, 1856.<br />
Mary Dougherty was tried for feloniously cutting and<br />
wounding Edward Dougherty, her husband, with intent<br />
to do him some grievous bodily harm.<br />
WILLIAM BIDDLE (policeman, B 155). Last Saturday<br />
night fortnight I was called to a chemist's shop, Mr.<br />
<strong>Binns</strong>'s, in York-street, Westminster, and found<br />
Dougherty there, bleeding profusely from the nose—I<br />
took him in a cab, in a fainting state, to Westminster<br />
Hospital; he was not able to walk—as I came out of<br />
the hospital I saw the prisoner standing outside, and<br />
Dougherty said, "That is the party who cut my nose,"<br />
and gave her in charge—that was after his nose was<br />
dressed—on the way to the station, she said that she<br />
could not think who it was that had done it; it must<br />
have been someone in the passage—she appeared<br />
perfectly sober—I went to the house, and found this<br />
razor (produced) on a shelf, by the side of the fireplace,<br />
and have had it ever since; there is a slight<br />
mark of blood on the handle, and likewise on the<br />
blade—this is the apron (produced), here are spots of<br />
blood on it—I should say, from her appearance, that she<br />
was perfectly sober—I told the Magistrate that she was a<br />
little excited—I do not remember saying that she was the<br />
worse for liquor—this is my signature to my deposition; I<br />
believe it was read over to me before I signed it—I have<br />
no recollections of telling the Magistrate that she was the<br />
worse for liquor; she appeared a little excited, but I<br />
thought that was from what had occurred—she might<br />
have been drinking a little, but she was what I should call<br />
sober; she was evidently in possession of her faculties.<br />
JOHN FREDERICK LANGFIELD . I am manager to Mr.<br />
<strong>Binns</strong>, a chemist. <strong>The</strong> prosecutor was brought there,<br />
bleeding very copiously from a wound on the nose—he<br />
lost very nearly a quart of blood—I bound it up, and sent<br />
him to the hospital.<br />
Prisoner's Defence. I do not recollect doing anything; the<br />
blood on my apron was from a blow he struck me on my<br />
nose when we were on the floor; I have not the least recollection<br />
of anything afterwards; I have a recollection of<br />
seeing the razor; I have not a friend in the world.<br />
GUILTY of illegally wounding. Aged 45.— Confined<br />
Twelve Month.<br />
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