Twilight Lawns plc

an eclectic collection of Photographic evidence of a meaningful life

A selection of vignettes depicting one's service to the Empire,

with Observations and Comments.

Pop 4 Tent

Me, during that scuffle in Iraq.

Baluchi chaps

Baluchistan: Sir Henry MacMahon & H.H. The Khan of Kalat (Boss Chappy) & Jam of Lasbela. Jolly good chaps. Kept the natives down every bit as well as we did.

Pop 3 Quetta Horses

Quetta, Baluchistan: Myself and one of our other Officers, (slips my mind, who) going out for a morning ride; on the off chance of keeping some of the natives in their place.
Horses: Wonderful beasts. Wilful bastards who will bolt at the sight of a primrose in a hedgerow, but will trample a striking miner or Socialist to death without flinching. Break your leg as soon as look at you, or bite the hand that feeds it… but magnificent beasts all the same.

Major and Friend

Tiffin, with some Native Chaps in the background.

Royal GV&QM

The Royal Family.

Backbone of the Empire.
Good crowd. Only pretend to be Germans to keep the Jews in place.

Baluchis

Baluchi Chaps in their going out clothes.

Khan of Kalat

The Khan of Kalat and some of his lads.

Not much of a sense of humour, but bloody marvellous in a bit of cut and thrust.
Good fellows to have on one’s side.

Native chaps, Quetta

Native Chaps, Quetta.
Fierce buggers. Fight like hell, and spare no quarter.
Some Wag has written something in Squiggly on the Mission Hospital sign. Something rude, I suppose.

Barohi chaps, baluchistan

Baluchistan: Barohi Fellows in a family group. Bare essentials, but happy with their lot.
Chota Sahib had a Barohi Aya; she had the little blighter speaking Squiggly before we knew it. Little bugger wasn’t even speaking the King’s English. Far too fond of each other, so we took him back for the Memsahib to take care of him and sent the Aya off to do other things. Can’t have a Chota Sahib being too friendly with the natives; no idea what could become of that.

Quetta Workman

Quetta: Workman

Quetta Bicycle Wallah

Bicycle Wallah

Rippon Road, Baluchistan

Quetta, Baluchistan: Rippon Road, Masonic Hall.
The Memsahib went to balls at places like this in a tanga or a Victoria, wearing Wellington boots until she arrived, then changed into her dancing slippers and danced till dawn.
Bloody proud of the Memsahib. A real beauty.

Quetta Tarkaan

 Tarkaan

(Carpenter in Squiggly)

Quetta Darzi

 Darzi

(Tailor in Squiggly)

Quette Home

Quetta  Home sweet home. Lots of snow. Mind out for earthquakes.

Major, Memsahib & Chota Sahib

Me, Captain by now, the Memsahib and Chota Sahib. Christening of the Chota Sahib. Didn't want the little chap facing the risk of Going Native.

ChurchOfEnglandC1911

India: The Church of England: Bang on. Speaks the same language God speaks. Some of those Bishops are a bit of a worry. Nancy Boys in long frocks if you ask me.
Being Church of England’s absolutely perfect so long as one doesn’t take Religion too seriously.

Naughty Pooh 23.7.1941

Quetta, Baluchistan:

Chota Sahib getting a bit of practice in telling off another chap.

Yashmak

The Memsahib (left) and friend entertain the troops during that fracas with Mr Hitler & the Hun.

Band

Leaving: Band made up of the Indians, bidding us Goodbye. Wonderful blokes, every one of them. Every week we'd see more of the Chaps and their Memsahibs and families leaving India and returning to Blighty, or somewhere else in The Old Empire.
Dammit, the Quit India buggers, with the help of that fool, Mountbatten, were making many of us leave the land of our birth. Strange, wonderful country, but we loved it. Even Chota Sahib is an Indian by birth.

Pop 6 Verandah

Me, now a Major. Waiting on the veranda for Bearer to bring me my morning chai. His voice, calling, "Sahib, Sahib, Burra Sahib. Your chai Sahib!" always made me think, "All's right with the world".
(Just before they kicked us out with all that Quit India nonsense).

Brahma Bull

Brahma Bull with Friend

One of these blighters gored the Memsahib. Tore the frock, walked all over her, and bruised her a bit. She was up dancing at the mess in a couple of days.
Real trouper, the Memsahib... British of course.

Krishna, Khansama & Me 1

India: Dehu Road Cantonment:

Our Bearer, Krishna, Chota Sahib and Khansama (Cook in Squiggly).
The Chota Sahib idolised Krishna, and the feelings were reciprocated.
Strange how these things happen!
 The little chap seemed on the verge of Going Native. That would never do.