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Born: 1884, Ipswich.
Died: 29th October 1918; age 35; of Influenza and Broncho-Pneumonia at Ersham House, Temporary Military Hospital, Canterbury, Kent.
Enlistment Location: Ipswich.
Rank: Private; Service Number: 376109.
Regiment: Durham Light Infantry, 27th Battalion.
1891 41, Wellington Street, Ipswich.
Arthur was 7 years old and living with his parents & siblings.
Horace George Crane, 27, a Shoe Maker – own account, born Nacton, Suffolk.
Martha Jane Crane (nee Blowers), 27, born Crowfield, Suffolk.
George Edwin Crane, 5, born Ipswich.
Louisa Beatrice Crane, 1, born Ipswich.
1901 44, Wellington Street, Ipswich.
Arthur was 17 years old, an Apprentice Boot Maker – at home. He was living with his parents & siblings.
Horace, 37, a Boot Maker – own account.
George, 15, an Errand Boy.
Bessie Ellen Crane, 7, born Ipswich.
Albert Victor Crane, 2, born Ipswich.
Elsie Lilian Crane, 8 months, born Ipswich.
1911 19, Gatacre Road, Ipswich.
Arthur was 27 years old, a Boot Maker. He was married & Head of the Household.
Ronald, 3 months.
Arthur’s mother, Martha Jane Crane died 1907, Ipswich.
In 1907, Ipswich, Arthur married Edith Wright, born 1888, Sheffield, Yorkshire. They had 3 children:
Phyllis Mary Crane, born 1908, Ipswich.
Ronald Arthur Crane, born 1911, Ipswich.
Winifred E. Crane, born 1916, Ipswich.
Soldiers’ Effects to Edith Crane – widow.
On the 17th May 1924, Edith and her 3 children of 24, Albert Terrace, Littleworth, Mansfield, Nottinghamshire, immigrated to Canada. Travelling on the ‘Montclare’ of the Canadian Pacific Railway Company – Captain Webster. They left from the port of Liverpool – destination – Hamilton, Ontario, the home of Edith’s sister – Mrs E. Jones. Edith recorded their nearest relative as Mr George Crane, of 91, Alan Road, Ipswich.
A family note:
According to my Mother, Phyllis, who died in 1990, her father died from the Spanish flu that swept thought the army camps at the end of the war. She told us her story of November 11, 1918 (Armistice Day). She recalled walking down to the Post Office (Town Hall) with her Mother who was making the trip to register as a war widow. Everyone in the streets was so happy the war was over but they were so sad at losing Arthur, just two weeks earlier.