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Marriage: Children:
  1. Anthony James Quinn: Birth: 11 JUN 1930 in Curragh Camp, Kildare, Ireland. Death: 22 JUN 1930 in Curragh Camp, Kildare, Ireland


Sources
1. Title:   Ireland, Civil Registration Marriages Index, 1845-1958
Author:   Ancestry.com
Publication:   Name: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc.; Location: Provo, UT, USA; Date: 2011;
2. Title:   Ireland, Civil Registration Births Index, 1864-1958
Author:   Ancestry.com
Publication:   Name: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc.; Location: Provo, UT, USA; Date: 2011;
3. Title:   Web: Ireland, Census, 1911
Page:   Class: RG14
Author:   Ancestry.com
Publication:   Name: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc.; Location: Provo, UT, USA; Date: 2013;

Notes
a. Note:   Dorothy Beedon Newby was born 9/11/1903 in Aldershot, Hampshire to Beeden Newby, 181 High Street, Aldershot, who was a Tatoo Artist and Tobacconist, and his wife Florrie Underwood. This family was very friendly with the Darling family who lived in Waterloo Road, Aldershot, the original source of the Barber business continued to this day by the Irish side of the family. Dorothy became engaged to Henry Hitchcock in late 1923, whom she later married in August 1928.
  Dotie (Kathleen Lilian) Darling, born in Newbridge in 1905 (my Dad’s sister) used to travel across the Irish sea to visit the Aldershot Darlings and during those occasions became very friendly with Dorothy Newby; so much so, that Dorothy reciprocated the visits by coming to the Curragh quite often. In December 1923, she came for Christmas with her fiancé Henry Hitchcock and hand wrote this charming letter to her sister Lilian in Aldershot on 2nd January 1924. Dotie married her beau Jim Quinn on the Curragh in July 1928, one month before her friend Dorothy. By a sheer fluke and coincidence, Dorothy’s son Bill Hitchcock lived next door to my brother Ray in Seaton, Devon and found this letter and the one following it below in his mother’s “trunk” and presented them to Ray in 2004, when he figured out the relationship.
  Clock Tower,
 Curragh Camp,
 Co Kildare
 Ireland
 My Dearest Cherié,
 So many thanks dear for your very interesting budget received this morning. As yet, I have told you nothing about the place, so will commence now. The country around here is too beautiful to describe, all hills and dales. From the door, one can see the Hills of Wicklow in the distance, which are more like small mountains. There is (sic) plenty of cattle here, and the cottages, so small with thatched roofs. The doors, opening like stable doors look real queer and make one wonder how people can live in such places.
 Our house is situated about the centre of the camp, right under the Clock Tower. It is a large shop; there is a saloon for officers, one for Sergeants and one for NCO’s there and then a fair sized room “The Office”. Then there are four bedrooms, sitting room which is just a nice size with lovely comfy settees and a couch, and the settees just hold two lovely! Then there is a kitchen and scullery and a washhouse etc outside. Christmas Day Billy cleared out the big saloon and put two large marble tables in the centre; we stayed in there all day and “his lordship” (her pet name for Henry, her fiancé) laid the dinner and tea and decorated the table with leaves and etc. Mr Darling (my grandfather William) was not well that day, so we could not make much noise. In the evening Billie and I went to sleep in one of the settees and did not wake until 9 pm. I went to bed then, as we could do nothing else, Mr D being so ill but I believe the boys played cards until early hours in the morning, Billie I believe broke to the world but what matter, at Christmas! I am wandering away from the description of the place. Well, about 200 yards from the house is a large water tower, also a fire station on top of the tower. They have searchlights, which are played all around the Camp, watching for any prisoners to escape. The Firemen have red shirts, green breeches, brown leggings and socks. Behind the tower is a “powder magazine” and if you go out another door, you are in front of the Church. It seems so funny seeing soldiers in Green uniform, but to tell you the truth, I much prefer it to khaki. But I cannot say a good word for the majority of the men; yet they are very polite and one never hears them swearing or drunk like the British troops. Another thing is they are not all Irishmen, mostly British and a good majority of the officers being German. They have something up “their sleeves”, at all events. I have often seen the German officers buying Dictionaries, £5 for one! So, what’s their little game!? One can see the Racecourse in the distance and the grandstand and etc is beautiful and makes one think of the good old days at Ascot. Tomorrow Wednesday Billie and I are going out to tea about 5 miles walk away. I have not long returned from a car ride to Kildare. Dotie and I went to see Freddie off; he is crossing tonight, you will probably see him during the week. It is now 7 pm and his lordship and myself are just off for a walk; we close here at 7 pm and 12.30 pm Wednesday’s. So, Dearest, I will ring off now, love and kisses to Mam, Dad, Eileen, Jess; the same to Jack and Manna. What is her engagement ring like? I expect mine tomorrow; had to get it special because of the size; will describe it later.
 Love to you all, Dot xxxxxxxxxxxxx
 Tell Jess to write about the fancy dress ball.
 In the photo are Mia O’Toole, Dorothy Newby and Dotie Darling around the same time as the letter.
  This one was written when Dorothy was on holiday at the Curragh, not definitively sure of the year but definitely before the one written at Christmas time 1923. It is likely to be about 1922. See the reference below to the film Prisoner of Zenda.
  Clock Tower,
 Curragh Camp,
 Co Kildare
 Ireland, Tuesday
 Late 1922
 Dear Old Lil,
 Ma’Cherié, you are the dearest old thing for writing me such a topping letter. Well, we were not allowed to go to the Dance after all; Mr Darling would not allow us to go, both Dotie and myself were greatly disappointed. We went to the Pictures Saturday, Sunday, Monday nights; “Prisoner of Zenda” was on Monday (This film was released in 1922, the year in which this letter was probably written. In another ironic coincidence, the film was directed by Rex Ingram Hitchcock). I asked Mr Darling if we could go to the Pictures Monday. “I beg your pardon?” says he. I repeated my question. Says he “Can you live at the Picture House? Oh! Yes! Certainly!!! You can take your beds with you”. Tonight we stayed in and played all the latest on the piano, but only half the notes play, anyhow we managed to have a good time. Dotie and I went to Newbridge on the bikes this afternoon, it was a glorious ride, we called on a few people, bought some chocs to eat coming back. Halfway back we both decided to powder our faces, so we put the bikes at the side of a hedge and out came the Powder Box. Oh! Loves! All over the path went the powder and such a show, all over our coats etc and just at that moment, who should come along only a lot of men coming from work! Then we had to halt for our passes to be looked at. Dotie rode on, while I got off to show them, as I had both in my pocket. He said “Which is yours?” I told him. He said “Oh! so that is Miss Darling. I thought so, she is so much like her brothers”. Billie and Harry went to Newbridge tonight and have just returned now 10.15 pm. I am writing this in bed. Tomorrow Dotie, Harry, May, Billie and I are going to a whist drive in Newbridge.
 Received ties etc this morning; they have sold the centre and hankies (not sure what is meant here). Will you send May a white tie, Irish Free Stare crest and a blue brooch, she is a friend of mine and works for Eason Ltd Printers etc and she said she will wear it in the shop to promote them. She is a jolly good sport and we get on well together. Send it to
 Miss Evans
 C/O Easons & Sons Ltd
 Curragh Camp
 Co Kildare.
 I will ring off now hoping you and all are in the pink.
 With fondest love and kisses
 From Dot, The Duchess
 PS you can have my old blue costume if you wish, Dot.



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