Miss Parry Jones and H

Yesterday  TanGental  gave his page  over to the Archaeologist, his brother, to do a guest post. The  post was called  “What happened next ?” It  is a beautiful post  about  a correspondence  between two young people on the eve of WW1 . The Archaeologist lays out  what  was said  in  a post card  from H  to Miss Parry Jones, he  then asks what  happens next.

Well I really urge  you to read  this wonderful  post  here  below is the reply  I sent to the post. I have fallen for  H and Miss Parry Jones  and here I want  to share my  story with you. Do go and read  the post  and think about  what  might of happened to these two young people in that historic era.



Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
They had one last chance to meet before their world would change.
Both would be thrown into the maelstrom of war, where every thing was strange.
He was for the trenches bound, though this he did not yet know
While she, Miss Parry Jones, her world turned upside down into a factory would go.
Young H would carry his gun, at first with pride. Before he, terrified, lost his youth.
Miss Parry Jones watched her fingers turn yellow from using TNT though she never knew the truth.


Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
In love they corresponded back and forth from Brighton to France
They both fought tiredness and hunger while fate led them a merry dance.
Their letters filled with their private code hid their love and fears
Both wept alone in the cold and dark and drank deep of bitter tears.
Mud and blood and noise finally took H’s mind
He got his ticket back to Blighty leaving the trench horrors behind.


Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H
She went to the munition factory for her shift every night
While H was being brought home a gibbering wreck, deaf and with no sight.
Miss Parry Jones knew her man was returning home, this filled her heart with joy.
God was looking elsewhere when she dropped a shell,her dying words where for H, her boy.
H loved the bones of Miss Parry Jones sadly that was all that he came home to.
He did recover in body though never in his mind. He lost his lovely girl.Their moments together too few.

Miss Parry Jones loved the bones of H

19 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Paul
    Aug 05, 2014 @ 17:27:14

    Well written Wilow and sad.


  2. TanGental
    Aug 05, 2014 @ 17:28:46

    Thank you Willow. I’ve sent the link onto to the Archaeologist; he will be chuffed to bits. May even encourage more posts!


    • willowdot21
      Aug 05, 2014 @ 18:15:16

      I hope so wordpress is all about encouraging each other! I would not of written this post had I not read the Archaeologist’s and so it goes! I wish the two of them had had better luck but maybe someone will read the post and see a happier ending for them. …. When I was about 11yrs old I used to visit a neighbour ( my mum had taken the old lady under her wing ) I used to go and visit her make her tea or shop or just sit and talk to her. She told me all about her days making bombs and shells in a munitions factory, how her hands went yellow, how some girls went completely yellow and went away to hospital and never came back. How if anything was dropped a whistle was blown and everyone put down their work very gently, stepping back then running out of the building . She was lucky but she did hear of other building being blown to smithereens. With all the bad things that go on today many of us have no idea how lucky we are…. thanks to those who fought for freedom. xxxx


      • TanGental
        Aug 05, 2014 @ 20:43:51

        how very true; we (the A and me) have managed to capture a fair bit abut the WW1 exploits of our ancestors so much so that the Archaeologist is on the Antiques roadshow this November with a statuette of Joan of Arc that our grandfather found in a bomb out church in France and carried with him throughout the WW1 as a lucky charm. If you watch you can’t miss him; he’s the one who looks like Uncle Fester from the Adams family(he got the brains…)

      • willowdot21
        Aug 05, 2014 @ 21:00:49

        And you got the ?….. 😉 only kidding I shall look out for that , should be easy enough to remember Uncle Fester and Joan of Arc. 😉

  3. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Aug 05, 2014 @ 22:20:37

    Willow, WILLOW. This is fantastic. I like the story and the pace and rhythm. Wonderful. ❤ ❤


  4. jetgirlcos
    Aug 06, 2014 @ 21:12:01

    I love this. I just read the original post too, and I think it’s an amazing idea to give them a story, since their original one is lost…


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