Edith Owen (1872-1906)
Elijah and Elizabeth’s fifth child Edith Owen was born at Glanogwen in 1872. She was very artistic, popular and lively. These newspaper reports [North Wales Chronicle, 2 Jan 1892] show that Edith used to help to decorate her father's church, this time for the Christmas service, and mention several of her musical talents, playing the harmonium and leading the choir in church, playing the guitar and also playing waltzes in an evening entertainment laid on at the vicarage for members of the choir. This report in 1890 about a presentation to a "Miss Owen, Llangoed Vicarage" may have been about Edith but was was more likely to have been about Mary Owen, who might have been handing over the baton to one of her younger sisters prior to her marriage.
Edith rode a bicycle but latterly was an invalid and her sister Mary bought her a donkey and carriage. Mary remembered Edith vigorously ringing the dinner bell in the garden on news of the relief of Mafeking. In 1901 the census records that she was visiting Mary though I believe that at that time Edith was living on the other side of the Mersey estuary with her mother, sister, Clara, and brothers, Reginald and Frank.
Edith never married but she had her admirers. Dr. Bradley Hughs who went out to South Africa with Eyton Owen and was subsequently a colliery doctor was very fond of Edith, as was Ray Grindon, brother of my grandmother Nellie Grindon and hence Reginald Owen’s brother-in-law. Amongst other things she taught him to dance the ‘Pas de Quatre’ and they corresponded. Ray regularly sent her funny cartoons he drew on postcards (at least forty-four were sent between January 1905 and the end of March 1906) and some also bore messages to cheer her up. At that time she was living at 'Angorfa', 171 Sea View Road, Liscard, Cheshire, which is where she died on 7th May 1906, aged thirty-four. The cause of death was given as "Tubercular disease of intestines (5 years) & perforation, etc." The picture shows her being pulled in an invalid carriage by her sister Mary's children. Decades later when my mother met her cousin Elsie Duthie, whom she had not seen for some time, Elsie greeted her with, "Elaine, you're the image of Edith!" My mother always felt a strange empathy with her Aunt Edith, even though Edith died before my mother was born.