A family Story
This is the story of how I appeared on the map...
...being the grandson of English and Scottish immigrants in Argentina.
On my mother's side, my granny was Charlotte Jane McCulloch and my Grandpa was Philip Duncan Hussey. Now, this surname Hussey turned out to be an invented one, since it is a family tale passed down from generation to generation that one of William of Normandy's men by the name of Huss, on arrival to the British Isles and after peace had been reestablished (1066), changed his last name slightly in order to become one more Englishman and so mingle with the British. The reason was obvious. Not to be pointed out as a Norman among the Saxons. So, Huss became Hussey.
On my father's side, his Dad was Ralph Lenton, from a family originally coming from the town of Lynton on the North coast of Devon. Lynton changed to Linton and then to Lenton, since illiteracy was common and few people knew how names were really written. My Dad's mother was Bertha Dyke, but when we attempted to build our family tree, there were things that did not work out right. A cousin of mine was in charge of the investigation and found out the truth (?). So my grandmother, Bertha Louise Dyke, was really...
Let us find out in the next section.
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Once upon a time...
Around 1880, in the town of Havant, actually a suburb of Southampton, lived a family whose last name was Green.
Henry Martin Green earned a living as a solicitor in Havant, partner of the firm Longcroft & Green.
Mrs. Louise Wheeler Green had a real handful raising five kids and of course, in those days without television or computers, that was a serious ordeal! Less expenses on one hand, but on the other, maintenance and schooling for five was no chickenfeed!
In 1888, Bertha Louise was born, fourth of the five siblings mentioned before. When she was two years old, her father, the aforementioned Henry Martin Green, had a financial mishap. Being a solicitor, he knew the law and what to expect of it in cases like his. The story does not tell the motives, but he filed or was forced to file for bankruptcy.
It seems he didn’t want to confront his debts, (probably he was swindled by one of his clients) and decided to do something about it. He told his wife Louise that he would have to hide somewhere for a spell and then would be able to properly settle his financial troubles.
Time went by and not a single word was heard from him. So Mrs. Green decided to take things into her own hands and start looking for him. Heck, she couldn’t provide for her children alone!
She went over to Portsmouth, where Henry used to go quite often for business and started an enquiry. Someone told her that he thought he overheard Henry talking about a boat to Argentina. Rather than feeling upset or at a loss, she was in a real rage and went to the Southampton offices of the Royal Mail Line to confirm or deny this.
What do you think happened? His runaway trip to Argentina was confirmed, so Louise Green sold the family home to pay for some boat tickets, picked up her five kids and rushed off to Argentina on the RMS Thames.
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Once in Argentina...
...and off the boat...
On arrival in Buenos Aires, Louise and her five kids went straight to the British Embassy, where they were redirected to the Railway Company’s offices, then owned by the British. There she asked if there was a person by the name of Green and gave a description.
The clerk answered that there was a person with that description but his name was not Green.
Louise asked to see him, just in case and... who appeared?
Not Henry Martin Green, but William Henry Dyke, her husband!
-What are you doing here? He said, very shocked.
-And what are YOU doing here?! She retorted.
Well, the rest of the story is the beginning of the clan in Buenos Aires, since Henry and Louise remained there with their five children.
Their fourth, Bertha Louise, at the age of 19, met Ralph Lenton, a Railway administrative worker, at a soire held at the British Embassy.
A couple of years later, they went back to the UK, married and returned to Buenos Aires where they settled.
Seven children was the family prize, the sixth of which was Stanley, my Dad, born in Chile, during the time my Grandpa was sent to work in the Chilean offices of the railway, in Antofagasta.
Stanley, in due course, married Lorna Hussey, my Mom and March 17, 1948, is when I appear on the map in Buenos Aires, British Hospital.
And the rest is history.
Until not long ago, all the family believed that Dyke was a real name and it had only been a disguise for an “outlaw”. This time, the long arm of the law, wasn’t long enough!