With thanks to Lynn Shillito, who is married to Evelyn's Great-Grandson, for contacting me and telling me about Evelyn and sharing her poetry collection with me.
Evelyn Mary Trengrouse was born in Mortlake, Surrey, UK in 1874 to Henry Trengrouse and his wife Mary, nee Walrond. Evelyn was baptised on 15th May 1874. Evelyn’s siblings were Henry T. Trengrouse, Louisa C. Trengrouse, Mabel W. Trengrouse and Arthur P. Trengrouse.On 5th July 1893, Evelyn married the Reverend William Francis Shillito. The couple had the following children: Dorothy Mary Shillito, James Trueman Shillito and Marjorie Constance Shillito.
During the First World War, Evelyn and her daughter, Dorothy helped the war effort by caring for the sick and wounded.
Lynn Shillito is in the process of editing a new edition of the collection of poems by Evelyn Shillito published in 1925 by “The Surbiton Times” with the title “'Patriot Mothers and other Poems”, after her untimely death in December 1924.
Lynn says:
I have had the privilege of reviewing Evelyn’s poems, making just a few slight changes, and rearranging them into an appropriate order. Many of the themes are just as relevant today as they were in 1921, so it is a pleasure to freshen them up for today's readers to enjoy, 100 years later.
Through her poems we learn of the times in which she lived and of her dreams and her fears, written with such honesty and clarity; none more so than during and after the First World War. Her son Jim served in France in the 'Great War' (1914-1918), while back in the Home Counties, Evelyn and her daughter Dorothy were taking care of the sick and wounded with the British Red Cross. In her poems, Evelyn occasionally refers to Jim as John and to her younger daughter Marjorie as May.
It is possible that Mrs. Shillito might have wished to make some emendations in these verses if she had known that they would be printed, but it has been thought better to issue them just as they were left by her.
Archery Champion, Oxford 1924 |
Lynn Shillito, 2021
One of Evelyn's poems:
“O THEE — SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE”
Beloved! Now so far from me, alas!
My thoughts stretch out to bridge the rolling sea
Between us, that in spirit I may pass —
Communion sweet, awhile, to hold with thee.
The superstitious sailor, I am told,
Above all other things a caul doth prize,
Because he thinks ’twill save him from a cold
And watery death, if sudden storms arise.
And though I smile at the credulity,
Which prompts a man to carry such a charm;
Fond dreams and tender fancies come to me,
Born of my wish to shelter thee from harm.
Would I might weave, upon the loom of prayer,
With warp of love and woof of ardent zeal,
A web, invisible and light as air,
Fine as a silken thread, yet strong as steel.
For of such fabric, I would make a shield
An all protective covering for thee
The which should keep thee safe on battlefield
And help thee to confound the enemy.
Evelyn Mary Shillito, June 1918.
Evelyn's daughter Dorothy Shillito WW1 Voluntary Aid Detachment (V.A.D.) British Red Cross Record Card |
Photographs of Evelyn kindly supplied by Lynn Shillito.
Sources for additional information: Find my Past, Free BMD and British Red Cross WW1 website