“Chum” isn’t a word you see in
print very often. But there it is in the Ayrshire Post’s report of the funeral of
Hugh Piper, my grandmother’s distant cousin. “Lance-Corporal Haswell, a chum of
the deceased” broke the news to Hugh’s parents, and accompanied the coffin on
its procession from church to cemetery.
My Piper line’s origins are in
Ayrshire in southwest Scotland.
Although my grandmother’s branch had migrated to the capital, Edinburgh,
most had stayed in the area. It was Hugh’s father who brought his branch from
its rural roots into Ayr, the county town. There, by
1901 and aged 16, he had a job as an apprentice coach painter with the newly established Ayr
Tramway Company. It was a steady, secure, respectable job and four years later
Hugh married an Ayr mill-worker, Sarah McConnachie.
An Ayr Corporation Tramcar,
probably painted and driven by Hugh Piper;
Trams ran in Ayr from 1901 to 1931.
Over the next nine years they had
six children, the last two – twins – born in May 1914 just two months before
the outbreak of the First World War. Hugh had just turned 29. With a large
family and good employment prospects with the town corporation, where he was
now a tram driver, Hugh was in no hurry to volunteer to fight. Indeed, the rush
to enlist nationally was so great that there was no shortage of soldiers to
send to the front.
But as the number of dead began
to soar, volunteers became thinner on the ground. Britain
was running out of cannon fodder and in January 1916 conscription of men aged
18 to 41 was introduced. At first only single men were called up, but the
new compulsory enlistment failed to solve the problem. There was soon a huge
backlog of appeals by men seeking exemption on the grounds of conscientious objection, health or employment in civilian occupations essential to the war
effort. Running the trams did not fall in any of those categories. In May 1916
conscription was extended to married men; Hugh did not immediately receive his
papers, but in due course he joined the 4th Battalion of the Royal Scots
Fusiliers.
Carriages and engine heading downhill from Catterick Camp
(photo taken in 1950s)
He was not alone, and many of his
chums at the tram depot went off with him to their basic training at Catterick
Army Camp in North Yorkshire. When their training was
complete in September 1917 they were allowed home on leave before being sent
off to war. They marched up from the camp to its railway station at 3.30am on 15th September, where
their carriages (not yet hitched to an engine) were waiting. In his letter to
Hugh’s parents, his chum William Haswell takes up the story:
“We had some time
to wait. I spoke to Hughie as we were sitting on our kitbags together – little did
we know it was for the last time. Hugh got into No. 1 carriage, and just as I
was about to climb into mine the carriages began to move, and I slipped off
again until the train would stop.
“But it did not
stop, and some of us were left standing, hoping there would not be an accident.
We waited in suspense until the sergeant came back and reported that the
carriages had overturned and many were hurt. A party set off at once. I was one
of them, and we met two men walking back with bandaged hands. It was a dreadful
scene. When we got there the carriages were in all positions, some right over
with their wheels in the air, and others smashed to matchwood.
“I asked people if
they had seen Hughie, but no one had. The first man I saw was Donald Hogg, and
he had been helped out of the debris. He was cut about the head and body, but
able to walk. Then I met Aitken, his face cut and covered with blood. Neither
had seen Hughie.
“Later, I saw some
men take someone from underneath the carriage and carry him to a wooden hut. I
went with an officer to see if it was one of the men from my platoon. When they
removed the coats, I saw the back of his head. ‘My God,’ I said, ‘is it Piper?’
Then the next thing I remember was the officer saying, ‘Come away old chap, we
can do no good.’ Hughie must have been killed instantaneously.”
Lance Corporal Hugh Piper (1885-1917)
Four men died in the accident,
and at least two of Piper’s and Haswell’s Ayr tramway colleagues – Hogg and Aitken –
were injured. An inquest into why the brakes of the carriages had not been
applied that night could only guess that escaped German prisoners of war might
be to blame. The weight of the men boarding the wagons had been enough to send
them on their way down the steep incline which led away from the platform, until,
travelling at over 60 miles an hour, they came to a curve and derailed.
The route of Hugh’s last journey
was lined by thousands of Ayr citizens. It followed the tramline which Hugh himself once drove. Mourners including his chum and
his father went either on foot or in a heavily draped Ayr Corporation tramcar
which followed the cortege. Hugh’s coffin was accompanied by the brass band of
the Royal Scots Fusiliers and a funeral party of his military colleagues, who
fired three volleys at the graveside before sounding the Last Post. He was, reported the Ayrshire Post, most popular and highly esteemed by all who knew him.
thankyou for putting up this postit was very interesting reading I myself was born in Ayr in 1954 and I'm very grateful to be reading about our history of Ayr its a sad story about Hugh piper and I used to listen to stories about the trans in Ayr from my mother I love hearing about our town of Ayr
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