A Family History of the Illustrious, Notorious and Eccentric Lloyds of Birmingham, Brigstock and Pipewell Hall - Flipbook - Page 88
SAMUEL CHARLES EDWARD LLOYD Uncle Charlie
1897 - 1952
e was the second black sheep among the Lloyd siblings, but was a much jollier person than Uncle
always think of Uncle Charlie as someone with tremendous charm who may have had an addiction
e, women and song from an early age. I always think of him as a jovial character with the most
tful smile on his face.
ure him in his shooting suit, with plus fours, boots and spats. He was an outstanding natural game
who made it look easy with his relaxed demeanor. Consequently, he got asked to many grand shoots
ked to invite some first class shots.
d Newgass wrote in his memoirs, "Charlie who had lately parted from his wife and was one of the best men to
that I have known, always optimistic, not very reliable about his facts, you had to take everything he said with a
f salt but one of the kindest hearted people you could meet."
rumoured that Frances Day was one of his mistresses. Frances Day was an American actress and
t singer who achieved great popularity in the UK in the 1930s.
ld have mentioned earlier, that my mother Pierre (Priscilla), coming third among the siblings, had
ulder a good part of the burden of mothering the younger siblings, since granny was away so
on cruises and was delightfully vague. One of her tasks was to accompany her elder brothers to
unt Balls (Woodland Pytchley, Pytchley, Fernie, Quorn and Cottesmore), and other dances. These
balls were usually held in the large country houses in these hunting countries, many of whom had
oms. One that I remember was Deene Park, where I used to play badminton in the ballroom
g the war with Edmund Brudenell. This ballroom had been used for the grand ball that Lord
gan threw before leaving for the Crimea to lead the disastrous Charge of the Light Brigade. A life
plica of the horse he rode to his doom is still there today. At one of these country houses, the
hall was laid out with black and white marble squares like a chess board. At the end of the ball, the
party were the last to leave, with my mother having the greatest difficulty getting them all together
ve, with Uncle Charlie, totally sloshed as usual, on the marble floor with his evening tails spread out
d him, pushing himself from white square to white square under the illusion that he was taking
n a game of draughts.
