Rev Sue Morton’s Address at the unveiling of the plaque to Major
George Howson
If you go to
the Poppy Factory in Richmond, one of the first things you are
invited to do is to make a poppy. That sounds quite easy… after
all what can possibly go wrong with four pieces of equipment: a
green stalk, a cut out leaf, a red paper poppy, and a black
centre? However, poppies were made initially by people who were
injured, disabled or had lost limbs in the First World War. And
so, you are invited to assemble your poppy with one arm behind
your back.
Ah! That is
definitely more of a challenge! Immediately we are drawn into
the lives of those who had worked at the factory, as we are
shown how to place the poppy parts in a wooden block and how to
add them in the right order, using only one hand. It gives us a
glimpse of some of the challenges, the questions, that faced
George Howson as he set up the Poppy Factory and, it was a visit
to the Poppy Factory that begun the journey that has led to this
service today.
We don’t know
if George ever asked himself the question: ‘who is my neighbour’
but we see plenty of evidence in George’s own life in answer to
the question posed in our Bible reading. George was described as
a soldier of the finest type: brave, cheerful and much-loved by
his men. He also had a strong sense of the Christian values of
justice and compassion; those values most likely encouraged by
his clergymen ancestors: his father – also called George – and
both his paternal and maternal grandfathers. And no doubt George
would have been familiar with today’s Bible reading. And rather
like the traveller and the Good Samaritan - as he is known -
making their way through the treacherous rocky hills above
Jerusalem, George was no stranger to danger himself. He knew
war, having served on the Western Front with the Hampshire
Regiment and been awarded the Military Cross for bravery at the
Battle of Passchendaele in 1917, as well as further medals and
being mentioned in dispatches, and for bravery in saving the
life of a man who had fallen into the River Somme.
George had
the gift of noticing his neighbour. He noticed his men; he
noticed their plight; he was not one to walk by on the other
side of the road or to think about himself. Even when wounded in
battle he continued to encourage his men and to look out for
them. After the First World War, George noticed the men who were
struggling with injuries sustained in battle, those whose bodies
were no longer complete, those with absent limbs. Who would
employ them now? How would they and their families manage?
Rather like the Samaritan in the story, George had the
compassion to act. His vision was to do something, to take the
relatively newly established time of Remembrance which recalled
those who did not return and those affected by war, and to
employ these men to make poppies.…
In 1922
George set up the Poppy Factory, the poppy having become
established as a symbol of Remembrance following their growth
amongst the churned-up mud of the battlefields and captured in
John McCrae’s poem In Flanders Field. The Royal British
Legion had ordered the first silk poppies in 1921 and George
Howson proposed that the poppies should be made by disabled war
veterans. The British Legion agreed and gave George Howson
£2000 to set up a factory in May 1922.
In our Bible
passage, the 1st century listeners would have been
surprised that a Samaritan had bothered to stop and help an
injured traveller – Samaritans were then not highly thought of –
but in our unfolding of the Poppy Factory story, it was George
who surprised himself.
In the Poppy
Factory, there is a letter that George wrote to his parents,
with the address of The Hyde, Hambleden printed at the top. It
stated: ‘If the experiment is successful, it will be the
start of an industry to employ 150 men. I do not think it can be
a great success, but it is worth trying.’ Such moving humble
words for us to recall as we gather here today. And, it was
worth trying…within three weeks the first men had started work
and eventually George commissioned a purpose-built factory and
housing for his workers and their families. You can still see
these today.
Thanks to
George Howson, the Poppy Factory in Richmond still helps
hundreds of veterans back into work. George’s vison of changing
lives is still implemented today, through the people employed at
the factory who are veterans or relatives of veterans, still
making poppies and wreaths that we see each year. George was the
one to show mercy, the one to show compassion to his neighbour.
And there are
echoes of George’s story around in this church of Hambleden
today. A church that would have been familiar to him, within
walking distance of his home at The Hyde.
Sadly in
1936, at the relatively young age of 50 George died from
pancreatic cancer, his funeral conducted by his father. Major
George Howson was buried at Pheasants Hill Cemetery, an
extension of the Hambleden Churchyard, overlooking the peace and
quiet of the valley he called home, far away from the guns of
the Western Front.
But the
echoes of George’s story live on in the material covering the
altar today which is made up of an off-cut of a roll of poppy
silk from the Factory; it is also used to veil the plaque in
memory of George.

You may
notice that the material is not complete - that, like the poem
In Flanders Field - there is row on row of cut-out poppy
petals. Each empty space a poppy petal made for someone who will
be remembered on Armistice Day or Remembrance Sunday, and surely
including George himself, especially today.
The echoes
live on in the poppy wreath: one is laid by the Poppy Factory
each year on the anniversary of George’s death - 28th November -
and, in recent times brought by Production Manager, Mark Young,
who will carry out our unveiling today. And the poppy wreath is
echoed in this plaque carved from a single piece of Portland
stone by stonemason Martin Cook.
And so, as we
give thanks to God for Major George Howson MC, noticing the way
his story sits around us, it is fitting to close with some words
of prayer which would have been familiar to George
The Regimental Collect of the Royal Hampshire Regiment -
“O Christ, who was tempted for us in the wilderness,
lead we pray Thee,
Thy servants of the Royal Hampshire Regiment,
who have been undismayed in battle,
through the trials of this mortal life,
until, entering Thy Heavenly Kingdom where the desert shall
rejoice and blossom as the rose,
we may find rest in Thee;
who with the Father and The Holy Ghost reignest one God
forever.” Amen


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