Monday, 20 November 2017

The brig, “Gomer,” Robert Dafydd Cadwalader


Robert Cadwalader is a former mariner and an artist, as well as being a volunteer at Porthmadog maritime museum. He lives in Criccieth. I bought this ready framed, oil-on-board painting of the Gomer from him. We arranged to meet him at the museum to pick up the painting during a Welsh holiday in 2016. Robert kindly allowed me to use some of his paintings to illustrate my book, Seafarer Jones. The Gomer has a special significance for Chris’s family.

Captain Richard Jones, 1814-1866, was Chris’s great, great grandfather. He was born in Criccieth in 1814. He began his seafaring career as a cabin boy in 1825, when he was just eleven years old, on board the Gomer, a brig belonging to the ship owner Richard Pritchard, who sailed it out of Beaumaris on Anglesey.

Richard Pritchard took emigrants from Anglesey and later from Porthmadog to New York. It must have been a baptism of fire for young Richard Jones. Captain Pritchard was renowned for his seamanship, to the extent that potential customers came from all over Wales for a safe passage with him to the New World, but unlike many other captains, he is reputed to have taken a somewhat more direct route there than most, which meant that the Gomer, not the largest of ocean-going vessels even at that time, faced mountainous seas with some regularity. 

An advertisement from the time indicated that the Gomer was expecting to leave Beaumaris with over 100 people on board, including a crew of nine, during her emigration voyages, as well as ballast made up of one hundred tons of slate. Her overall size, as far as can be gathered from the picture above and her limited tonnage, suggests that she might have been somewhat overcrowded at times.

As Henry Hughes put it in his book, “Immortal Sails,” “…Captain Prichard chose for his ocean career a passenger service between Beaumaris and New York, which meant fighting every mile of the way against the biggest seas in the world and some of the wildest storms. The east-to-west crossing, especially in winter months, is infinitely more difficult than the west-to-east. Sympathy can be expressed with the brave commander and his splendid men on this bleak and inhospitable route in such a small craft, but words fail when passengers are considered.”

He goes on to say, “It is not difficult to imagine the scenes, the suffering of women and children often battened down for days and nights on end in the congested surroundings of the Gomer's meagre accommodation, exhausted by sea-sickness, haunted by fear and prostrated by grief at leaving the " land of their fathers," perhaps for ever. What joy in their hearts, after fifty or sixty weary days of lifting and dipping, griping along and plunging down the slopes of great billows, to see the cheerful face of Captain Prichard peeping through the open door of their cabin to tell them the good news that the New World was under the lee and only a few leagues away!”

 It is not clear how many times Captain Pritchard made this journey, but young Richard Jones moved on to the Eivion after just one year on the Gomer. Captain Pritchard, no doubt weighing up his options carefully, eventually gave up the sea in 1835 to take a commercial position on land in Porthmadog, with his reputation as a skilled, yet daring, captain safely intact.

Richard Jones continued to learn the ropes on the Porthmadog schooners, the Eivion and the Catherine & Mary in the 1830’s, becoming a mate on the Britain and the Humility, before gaining his certificate of competence and taking charge of the Phoenix and then the Pearl. He became a ship’s master in 1851, captaining the Edward from 1855, a boat that he owned himself after 1861.

Richard had married Ann Hughes in 1836 and they had nine children, including Chris’s great grandfather, Hugh Robert Jones, 1843-91. In 1868 and at the age of only 54, Richard was drowned when the Edward, was wrecked off Anglesey. She had been returning from Liverpool when a storm blew up and she was driven onto the rocks. All of the crew of four were lost. Richard’s body was recovered, along with that of his nephew, fifteen-year old Griffith Hughes. Both family members were buried in St Catharine’s graveyard in Criccieth.

Captain Hugh Robert Jones died on board his ship, the Province, in the Atlantic Ocean, in 1891. His body was brought ashore at Sharpness for burial at Criccieth. His son and Chris’s grandfather, Captain Richard Jones, 1876-1923, also died on board his ship, the SS Antar, this time in the Pacific Ocean. He is buried in Vancouver. Richard’s son and Chris’s dad, Richard Hamilton Jones, 1920-2008, broke with this unfortunate tradition - but only just - when the ship in which he was being held as a prisoner of war, the Italian freighter, Sebastiano Venier, was torpedoed, and beached on the coast of Greece during World War Two. He avoided the fate of his father, his grandfather and his great grandfather, by escaping over the side of the stricken vessel on a rope to finally reach the shore, as she foundered on the rocks.



Consequently, I have been a little wary of going out on a boat with Chris. So far, our ferry journeys have all passed without incident. It is at the back of my mind, however, that her family has “got history” when it comes to incidents at sea. 

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