b. 27 May 1896, Mayfield Grange Rd., Sutton, Surrey

m. 24 Jun 1922, All Saints, West Dulwich

d. 1978

Arthur Gerald Cowham

b. 1895, Lewisham 4/4

d.1977

Margaret is musical, intellectual, a poet in a small way. She worked in the Bank of England for a short time. Also did some teaching. She married Rev. Gerard Cowham. Much of their married life was spent in India, where he was chaplain in the Indian Army. After 1947 he had a living in Kew but is now retired and they are living in Sussex. Mary is a very successful executive secretary to a hospital clinic in New York. Christine is one of the very clever members of the family. Last heard of she was editing an encyclopedic and statistical atlas in Oxford. Hugh was in the Indian Army during the latter part of the war up to 1947. After graduating from Cambridge he taught for a few years at a private school in Hampstead, then went to Nigeria to organize Boy Scouts. Is now back in England organizing physical training in Welwyn, Herts. He has married and started what looks like being a large family. [74]

Children:

the lively one of Margaret’s offspring, now lives in Toronto. She has written an autobiography and has a sound perspective on the family. [75]

Christine Aglio (Audrey) Cowham. Christine died in 2002.

Hugh Nicholas Gerard Cowham. Hugh died 2004.

See the web page of Robert Cowham – grandson of Margaret Dibdin Cowham. [76]

Grandpa (Arthur Gerald Cowham) was accepted into the Indian Ecclesiastical Service shortly thereafter (1927) and the whole family went with him to India, initially to the diocese of Calcutta. At the age of 2 Dad (Gerald) was already demonstrating his view that sermons should be kept short. Apparently they stayed with the Bishop of Bombay who used to say his morning office in place of grace at breakfast, which could be somewhat of a trial for hungry visitors. After 5 minutes, Dad opened his eyes, saw a bowl of fruit and when the bishop next paused for breath said a loud "Amen" and grabbed a banana.

Gerald was born in Atherton, a mining and milling town north of Manchester where his father Arthur Gerard was curate in charge. As it later turned out, and unknown to my grandparents, Dad’s healthy birth was see as removing the curse of the house he was born in, the former owner of which had committed suicide. [77]