The Rev Charles Isherwood Burland


The Rev Charles Isherwood Burland
curate of St George's Church Arreton and later vicar of St Saviour's Church, Shanklin


Gordon H Burland and Rob Liddle at Chingford, Essex, a few days before Liddle was killed.


Arthur Burland with 2 Iban tribesmen, 3rd Division, Sarawak, 1962 during the "confrontation" with Indonesia
A brief profile of the Rev Charles Isherwood Burland (1830 - 1898) and some of his descendants, by his great-grandson, Arthur Burland

1. My great grandfather, Rev Charles Isherwood Burland MA, 1830 - 1898, was curate at Arreton & later the first vicar of St Saviour's at Shanklin. He married Mary Halson, 1830 - 1908, of "Stickworth Hall," at Arreton on 18/5/1859. Both are buried in the Isle of Wight. My mother always said the Burlands from Yorkshire were nice people, the Halsons from London, were not! But she was a woman of firm opinion. By all accounts he was from a simple background, scholarly, and much loved. I have a photo of him - he looks charming and kindly, as does his father.

2. Charles Isherwood Burland's sister, Elizabeth, 1832 - 1874, was married to Frederick Jacob at Arreton in 1861; I think by her brother. As she seems to have been thirty at the time, it was probably about time. These two Burlands were born in Yorkshire (ER), the children of William & Marianne Burland. But I don't know what became of Elizabeth.

3. The children of the above in para 1. were:

a. Dr Charles Burland MD, 1861 - 1924, who, amongst other things, edited the "Ship Captain's Medical Guide" (it was on board the Titanic, the guide that is, but said nothing about ice bergs alas.) The guide was still in use in World War I. Charles was a ship's doctor and spent most of his time in Liverpool and was, I believe, the Chief Medical Officer for the Board of Trade. He had two children, one of whom had a little shop in Cowes called Mary Ann Isherwood.

b. Rev William Burland MA, 1862 - 1937, was a rather reluctant parson on the mainland. Married, no children, he died at Washingborough near Lincoln. I was told by his niece that his sermons made little sense, and by my mother that he would have the church bells rung to let the Bishop of Lincoln think he was having a service whilst he was off hunting. In the church there, he had installed a stained glass picture of a Zeppelin. Apparently, a German, who had spent some time in the area before World War 1, decided to return, no doubt in a fit of awful pique, and dropped a bomb. Who or what he was aiming at is not known. If it was Lincoln he missed. Perhaps he had heard one of Uncle Willy's sermons and thought he would let him know what he thought. The bomb homed in on Washingborough. Happily I don't think anyone was hurt.

c. Arthur Burland, 1863 - 1933 or '34 was rather delicate, had a tutor instead of going to school, and was sent at 18 years old to farm a piece of stony land in Canada, sold to him by one of the 'not so nice' Halsons. He, Arthur, was a man of immense charm, loved by the ladies & remained an English gentleman in the land of the then, uncouth. He was my grandfather and I am named after him. He sired three Canadian sons in Canada, two of whom came back to fight in World War1, like so many Canadians.

4. My father (Gordon H. Burland) was one of them. No doubt their father had told them many tales of growing up in the Isle of Wight. They were all very loyal and pro Empire, which seems to be a little out of fashion now. Anyway, my father joined the Royal Naval Air Service and whilst in training watched a fellow student burn to death. A few days later his Canadian childhood friend was killed in a crash. (This was T Robson Liddle, who died on 30 April 1916 and who is buried in Grimsby (St Andrew's) Anglican Cemetery). They had joined together. Two days later my father crashed badly himself; so badly that they sent out a vehicle just to pick up the pieces. He was alive, recovered, but had a nervous breakdown and stopped flying. I understand he used to sit on a tombstone at Washingborough, where he went to recuperate, and would ask people to leave him alone as he was dead. They didn't have such things as PTSD in those days. Very soon he was posted to sea duties on mine sweepers. Actually it was an armed trawler - one of the most dangerous and uncomfortable of tasks. He finished up on fast patrol boats and left in 1919. He loved the Sea and England, although he found the English stand offish at 18 years of age. He said in his diary that the only people in London who would talk to him were policeman and 'ladies of the night' - plentiful in number. I find that rather sad. And his eldest son was to hurry to England in 1942, at seventeen, to join the Fleet Air Arm. Before he left, his father handed him a flask of brandy and said,

"If you get torpedoed, drink this, go off the high side and swim like hell."

5. So Burlands were not long in the Isle of Wight, but the island still has a pull for us.

Arthur Burland - Click for email address

Plaques to the Rev, Charles Isherwood Burland, and Dr Charles Burland, are to be found in St George's Church, Arreton.