Maxwell Royston Wyndham NASH, son of William Henry Aquilla NASH and Lily May FUTCHER , was born abt. 12 April 1927 in Basingstoke, Hampshire, England. He married Muriel M FERGUSON bet. April and June, 1955 in Basingstoke District, Hampshire, England. He died 28 February 2003 in Basingstoke, Hampshire, England. Muriel M FERGUSON was born bet. April and June, 1934 in Lewisham District, London, Middlesex, England. She died 24 October 2014 in Up Nately, Hampshire, England.

Marriage Notes for Maxwell Royston Wyndham NASH\Muriel M FERGUSON:

Notes for Maxwell Royston Wyndham NASH:

Also known as: Max

Max served in the National Fire Service during the latter part of the war and can be seen here in his uniform. Click photo to enlarge.

I remember back in the early 1950's Max lived at home with his mother at 45 Mortimer Lane, Basingstoke. The house was owned by the next-door-neighbours Mr & Mrs Tuddenham. On the opposite side of the Tuddenham's house there was a large, walled allotment which Max used to tend. His speciality was growing dahlias and he used to win many prizes for them in the local shows.

Max was also extremely lucky with raffle tickets. My mother believed that if ever he bought a raffle ticket he would always win a prize.

He was a skilled cabinetmaker by trade and after the 1939-45 war, he worked at Thorneycrofts in Basingstoke fitting out the cabs of the lorries they made. In those pre-plastic days, the cabs were fitted out with timber. Timber was in short supply after the war but Max decided to make a needlework cabinet for his sister Pearl (my mother). I believe it was for a wedding present. As the story was told to me by my father, each day, when Max left work, he would smuggle a few off-cuts of timber out of the factory, tucked down his trousers, and with the off-cuts he made the needlework cabinet.
It was a really smart cabinet with a hinged lid for access to the main unit which was used for storage of materials and wool. There was a partitioned draw in the front which housed all of my mother's knitting needles. Whilst it is clearly made out of odds and ends of timber, and has no monetary value whatsoever, the embroidery box was one of the items of furniture I kept when my mother and father died.

Sadly, Max was the victim of a family feud which caused a major falling out with his mother (Lily). My understanding was that it was very much the doing of his mother who had an unforgiving nature. I was about 9 or 10 years of age at the time and can remember much of what was happening. Max's mother never really took to his wife, Muriel. It was her view that Muriel had trapped Max into marriage. Nevertheless, after Max and Muriel married, they went to live with his mother in Mortimer Lane, Basingstoke.

I used to visit every Saturday and it all seemed fine to me as a 9 year old, but behind the scenes, it wasn't quite so. The tension seemed to start when Max and Muriel had their first child. The house was plenty big enough to accommodate them all, but facilities were very limited. There was an inside toilet which was a plus in those days, but washing facilities were very limited indeed, with just one sink in the living room. There was just the one sink with just a single cold water tap. To add to the problem, I remember the sink was much smaller than the average sink, and probably no more than 6 inches deep. So, it was at that sink that all personal ablutions took place, as well as the laundry and the dirty dishes - all in the living room.
The falling out all started over the washing of the baby's nappies and I remember Max's mum saying that Muriel wasn't rinsing the dirty nappies enough before she was Washing them at the sink. I imagine that was simply the catalyst for the falling out, but Max and Muriel left, with the baby, and moved in with his aunt Mable (his mom's sister) who lived just around the corner in Church Square.
I was actually there on the day it all kicked off. Mable knocked on Lily's door, and when Lily answered it, there was a heated argument on the door step with lots of shouting. It came to a sudden end and Lily came back into the living room, white as a sheet and crying. I wasn't sure what had happened but she told me I had to go, so I left and went to visit my other Gran. I later learned that there had been fisticuffs between Mable and Lily and Lily had come off worse with a broken arm.
The family rift was never resolved between Mable and Lily or Lily and Max.
I remember being told that I should have nothing to do with Max or Muriel and if I were to see them in the street, I was to ignore them.
At the time, I used to get much of the weekly shop for my mum on a Saturday and would walk from the centre of Basingstoke to Phoenix Park Terrace, beyond the railway station to visit my other gran, grandma Knibbs. Bunion Place and Soper Grove (the two places that Max and Muriel lived) were also on the opposite side of the railway station, close to where my gran lived, and I would quite often see Muriel struggling home with her shopping bags. I would always speak to her and offer to carry her shopping. I know she was grateful for the help but I didn't ever dare tell anyone what I'd done.

From the Basingstoke Gazette, 5th March, 2003:
MAXWELL ROYSTON WYNDHAM NASH Sadly passed away on 28.2.03, aged 75. Beloved husband of Muriel and a much loved Father, Grandfather and Great Grandfather. Will be sadly missed. Funeral service to be held at St Michaels Church on Thursday 6th March at 1.45pm. Flowers to Alexander & Dry.

I don't know for sure how many children Max and Muriel had but do remember that Patricia was the first to be born and I seem to remember that was in around 1957. There was also a son named Royston.

Sources for Maxwell Royston Wyndham NASH:

  1. Living memory of me, Don Knibbs,
  2. Basingstoke Gazette,

Notes for Muriel M FERGUSON:

Muriel, taken in the back garden of 45 Mortimer Lane, Basingstoke in 1956
Click photo to enlarge.

Sources for Muriel M FERGUSON:

  1. Living memory of me, Don Knibbs,
  2., England & Wales, Marriage Index: 1837-1983 
  3. GRO England & Wales,
  4. Personal Contact with Maxine Nash,