From The Collection Left By My Great Aunt Gladys Winch
Daughter of W.C.Winch

The Rescue Station at Wath on Dearne
It
is contemporary to the disaster and shows a rescue team standing in the courtyard
and seen through the archway of the rescue station in 1912.
The album that it was kept in included the following information written by Gladys Winch.
"Station had been projected as early as 1906. Opened in 1908.
Not compulsory under the C.M.A until 1911."
- Third from the left William Charles Winch (Sgt. Instructor) He was involved in training men in 'new' rescue techniques since the inception of the Rescue Station in 1908.
- Second from the left is his son, my grandfather, William George Newcombe Winch
(known as George because he had the same first name as his father).
- Fifth from the left and wearing a tie is a Mr Poole
according to my Great Aunt Glady's photo album

The news cutting is likely to have come from a paper that was local to Wath on Dearne/Cadeby, published soon after 13th August 1913 which was when the investiture occurred at Buckingham Palace. The paper unfortunately got the names of the men in the wrong order, but you may be able to put names to the faces W.C.Winch, is furthest left in the picture. The album, is now with my uncle in New Zealand.
I was interested to read the account of the coroners court proceedings in which W. C. Winch described his 'lucky escape'. My feeling is that he might have been saved by his army training. He had joined the 2nd battalion of the York and Lancaster Regiment as an 18 year old in 1885, becoming a Colour Sergeant by the time he left the army in 1908 to set up the Wath Joint Rescue Station. William survived the second explosion, on feeling the blast of air that preceded the second blast his instinct would have been to hit the ground. He was based in Sheffield for a time and served in Nova Scotia, the West Indies and the west coast of Africa, St. Helena, Natal, the Cape, Mauritius and India.
Keep up the great work. These fantastic people deserve to have their memory celebrated and their stories told for the rest of us to read. I remember coming up to Wath around twenty five years ago, walking into a pub to meet a mate (who did not turn up) and talking to local miners who knew about William Charles Winch. They were so grateful for the existence of the rescue teams, had many, many stories of life underground and would not allow me to buy a pint all day. Needless to say, when it was time to go home I was a mess!
Best regards
Andy
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