The Allardyces of Archiestown

The Allardyces of Archiestown

What does Remembrance Day mean to me? I am a 36 year old with no military background or real understanding of the experiences of those who have lived through the horrors of war. This doesn’t stop me from being stirred by the Cenotaph ceremony or being filled with pride and admiration for the veterans taking part in the march-past every year.

Like so many of us, I have a familial link to those who we will honour on Remembrance Sunday as my family suffered tragedy on an unimaginable scale. As each year passes, it becomes increasingly important for us to never forget what happened.

As a child my grandfather told me the story of his father and his role in the Second World
War. He wanted to tell me everything, but still found the circumstances of his father’s death too distressing to discuss in detail. The photographs of my great-grandfather always took pride of place on our sitting room wall.

My great-grandfather, Captain Ransome McNamara Allardyce, was the youngest of four brothers, all born in Dublin to George and Janet Allardyce. His father, George Allardyce, was a Scot from Archiestown in the Scottish Highlands who had moved to Ireland to work as a master tailor, making riding habits for the gentry of Dublin. George and his wife Janet raised their four boys in a modest house in Ranelagh, in the south of Dublin. 

Three of the four boys would go on to train as doctors.



Father George Allardyce with William (left) James (Right) & Ransome (Sitting)

All of the Allardyce brothers would die in the two World Wars.

The oldest brother, George Gilmour Allardyce, started his studies to become a doctor in Dublin before moving to Australia at the age of 17. Following the outbreak of war in 1914, he enlisted as a Private in the 4th Australian Field Ambulance, giving his occupation as a medical student, and by 1915 he was fighting in Gallipoli.

By 1917, whilst serving on the Somme, where he was gassed and later evacuated to England. He was selected for officer training and by 1918 he was appointed 2nd Lieutenant in the 4th Battalion Australian Infantry and returned to fight in France. After suffering injuries to his head and leg, he was again evacuated to England where he died from his wounds in 1918. 

George was 22 years old.

The second brother, William Swirles Allardyce, was training to be a surgeon at Trinity College Dublin and was a third year medical student in 1916 when he enlisted in the Navy with the rank of Probationer Surgeon. He was lost at sea that year when HMS Negro collided with the destroyer leader HMS Hoste, resulting in the deaths of over 50 sailors.

William was only 19 years old.

By the time my great-grandfather, Ransome, began his studies to become a doctor at Trinity College Dublin in 1920, he had already lost his two eldest brothers.

Ransome’s surviving brother, James Craig Allardyce, had chosen a career in the military and entered the Royal Military College in Woolwich in 1916. He was promoted to Captain in the Royal Artillery in 1918 and served in both World Wars. During the First World War, he served with the Indian Mounted Artillery in India, in the Mediterranean and in Iraq. He was later wounded in France but after the hostilities had ended, James remained in the Army.

He was seconded as a Lieutenant in the Auxiliary Forces in India where he married Kathleen Louise in Lucknow in 1924. He was promoted to Captain by 1929. During the Second World War he saw service in Assam, Syria, Burma and Ceylon. Due to ill health, he was sent home to England where he died at the Military Hospital Fulford in York in 1944. He had finished his distinguished military career as a Brigadier General in the Royal Artillery.

He was 45.

My great-grandfather, Ransome, was the youngest of the four boys. He trained as a doctor at Trinity College Dublin, and practiced as a General Practitioner in Manchester, before moving to Japan in 1934 in order to work as a surgeon.

Ransome Allardyce

He moved to Japan with his wife Madeleine and their three small children: my grandfather George and his sisters, Jean and Anne. Ransome worked as the Superintendent of the International Hospital in Kobe-Honshu until 1939, when life became too dangerous for them to remain there. He sent his family ahead to seek refuge in Australia, as passage to Europe wasn’t possible due to the outbreak of World War Two.


Ransome with wife Madeleine, George (left), Jean (centre) & Anne (right) Japan

His family arrived safely in Australia and were given refuge in Sydney and later in rural Armidale. Before leaving Japan, Ransome gave most of his possessions to his servants, destroyed his car and smuggled out some pearls. He was briefly reunited with his family in Australia before he took up a position in Singapore as a Captain in the Royal Army Medical Corps.

He was working as a doctor at the Alexandra Road Military Hospital in Singapore in February 1942 when the country fell to the Japanese. When Japanese troops broke into the hospital and began firing indiscriminately, Ransome decided to challenge them. As the only person who could speak some Japanese, he hoped to reason with the soldiers. 

A Red Cross representative witnessed Ransome walking down a hospital corridor to speak with the Japanese soldiers. He was never seen alive again. His body was found the next day in a mass grave and he was later buried at the Kranji War Cemetery in Singapore. More than 200 people were shot or bayoneted over those two tragic days in February 1942, in what later become known as The Alexandra Hospital Massacre.

He was 39 years old.

After the Japanese Army occupied Singapore, his family still had no definitive news about Ransome. They assumed he had been taken prisoner and Madeleine became ill from worry during this uncertain time. In 1943 the family were erroneously informed by the War Office that Ransome was still working as a doctor in occupied Singapore, however, they later found out that he had died during the fall of Singapore.

They were eventually repatriated back to the United Kingdom. Madeleine and her three children embarked on the five-week voyage to London in March 1947, before travelling up to Scotland. They left summer in Australia and arrived in the middle of a harsh winter to live with George and Janet Allardyce in the village of Archiestown. 

Madeleine had lost her husband and her children, their father, and George and Janet Allardyce had suffered the unimaginable tragedy of losing all four of their sons.

After a few months in Scotland, Madeleine and her children left Archiestown and moved to Dublin where they finally had a home of their own and could try and rebuild their lives. Thankfully, my grandfather and his sisters recovered to lead full and happy lives as the memories of the war gradually began to recede. The trauma of what had happened never completely disappeared but simply faded into the passage of time. 

In the village of Archiestown, in Knockando Parish, there is a war memorial that honours the names of all the men who lost their lives in the two World Wars. A short service is held on Remembrance Sunday every year to remember the young men of the parish who answered the call to arms in 1914 and again in 1939. All of these men, including the Allardyces of Archiestown, paid the ultimate price and their sacrifice should never be forgotten.