52198 Fitter Staff sergeant Fred MILLS Royal field Artillery
Killed in Action 1st May 1917
Fred MILLS was born at Attercliffe, Sheffield in 1887. Son of Fred and Agnes Maria MILLS – Nee BRAMLEY. He was baptised on the 27th April 1887 at the Holy Trinity Church, Attercliffe. We can pick him up in the census records as follows.
1891 – 1 Court – 2 House, Marshall Street, Brightside.
1901 – 72 Titterton Street, Attercliffe, commercial bank clerk.
1911 – 8 Brett Street, Attercliffe, gas inspector.
Titterton Street c.1960
Brett Street c.1960
Service records show that fred was a pre war territorial having enlisted in 1904 aged 18yrs with the 4th West Riding Royal Garrison Artillery Volunteers with service number 4958 and at this time is shown residing at 304 Shirland Lane, Attercliffe and occupation that of Turner employed at Vickers and Sons, River Don Works, Brightside.
There are no surviving WW1 papers for Fred but I think we can assume his service was probably uninterrupted and he subsequently found himself with the Royal Field Artillery, service number 52198.
Fred landed in France on the 17th February 1915 and was killed on the 1st May 1917 whilst serving with the 27th Brigade Royal Field Artillery HQ. He is buried in the Vimmy Communal Cemetery, Farbus, France. The Commonwealth Grave records show that he was married to Mrs M.E. MILLS(nee Shield) and their address was 18 Westbury Street, Attercliffe.
Westbury Street c.1960
Vimmy Communal Cemetery
BURNGREAVE CEMETERY, SHEFFIELD
In late 2015 I was contacted by Beverley RAMSDEN, the great grand niece of Fred and I am pleased to say the medals have been reunited with Beverley and her family.
Beverley centre, her children and grandchildren
Photos above the medals show Freds mother left Agnes and his sister Annie centre.
This page is dedicated to Beverley’s family and she asked for these words.
Still laugh said he when I’m away, and gather all the flowers of May. Still keep my room the pictures all that I have loved upon the wall. For I shall want them everyone the moment that the war is gone.
Still play the records dance and sing and spread no fears by sorrowing. Be happy every time you can. For victory work and pray and plan. For I shall want you looking well when we have fired the final shell.
Still bake the pies as it might be that I were coming home for tea. Still plant the garden roundabout, still grab the sturdy thistles out and stake the blue delphinium as if this war had never come.
For if the struggle shall be long at home there must be mirth and song. Since these are what we fight to keeps hide away when you must weep and be as brave at home as we who fight in sky on land and sea.
Just Folks by Edgar A GUEST