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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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