Born: 1883, Cold Fair Green, Leiston, Suffolk.
Died: September 1922; age 38; Ipswich.
Date of Entry Therein: 8th November 1914.
Rank: Sergeant; Service Number: 200023.
Regiment: Suffolk Regiment, 1st/4th Battalion.
Formerly Private, 296, Suffolk Regiment.
Medals Awarded: Victory, British War & 1914 Star + Military Medal.
1891 75, Purplett Street, Ipswich.
Albert was 7 years old and living with his parents & brothers.
Isaac Everett, 40, a Blacksmith – Foundry, born Knoddishall, Suffolk.
Caroline Everett (nee English), 40, born Cratfield, Suffolk.
Frederick George Everett, 14, a Shoe Finisher’s Apprentice, born Cold Fair Green, Leiston.
William Charles Everett, 11, born Cold Fair Green, Leiston.
Henry Montague Everett, 9, born Cold Fair Green, Leiston.
1901 167, Wherstead Road, Ipswich.
Albert was 17 years old, a Compositor – Printing. He was living with his parents & brothers.
Isaac, 21, a Blacksmith – Iron Foundry.
William, 21, a Blacksmith – Iron Foundry.
Henry, 19, a Plater – Iron Foundry.
1911 27, Borough Road, Ipswich.
Albert was 27 years old, a Compositor. He was living with his mother & brother.
Henry, 29, a Boiler Maker.
In 1911, Albert’s father, Isaac, 60, a Blacksmith – Engineering Works, was lodging at the home of 71 year old, widow, Elizabeth Collett – 1, Mafeking Place, High Street, Leiston.
Albert’s father, Isaac Everett died, 1911, Ipswich.
In December 1914, Albert wrote a letter to his mother, at 27, Borough Road, Ipswich. The letter was published on the 8th January 1915 – The Suffolk Chronicle and Mercury.
RAIN OF SHOT AND SHELL
“I expect by the time you receive this that you would have heard that we have had a go at the Germans. It was a very hot time. We lost three killed out of our company. We were lucky in not losing more. I can’t describe it on paper, as it was a slaughter. Talk about shot and shell. Well, it simply rained with it. One or two of us sheltered at a house until it got too hot, and we had to shift. It was a good job that we did so, as the house was knocked down a minute or so after, with pieces of brick and dirt all falling on to us as we ran from it. I had to throw away my kit to get along quicker, so have lost almost everything. I would not have troubled but for that shawl. Never mind, we are getting fitted out again. I have got over Christmas all right, sitting round a fire in a farm yard, and not over hot. We had a little church service.”