Born: 20th March 1854 at Cobham Vicarage and died 1923 for 1931.
Son of: Rev Edward Henry Loring (1823?-1879) and Hannah-Adelaide Loring (nee Marsh, 1828-1859).
Brother of: 
1. Arthur Henry Loring (1855-1931) who married Norah Watson (?-1945) niece of Charlotte Loring nee Watson.
2. Nele Loring (1857-1931) who married Mable Alice Isaac.
John married: in 1882 Annetta Julia Royds, daughter of Rev Edward Roydes MA of Brereton Rectory, Sandback, Cheshire.
John and Annetta had issue:
1. Lt-Col Edward Joshua Loring MC RE (1883-1951).
2. 2nd Lt Robert Nele Loring (1887-1915).  Killed in WW1.
3. Katherine Adelaide Rees (nee Loring, 1884-1974?) who married Brig Gen Rees CMG DSO.
4. Anne Margret Loring (1886-????).
5. Winifred Ruth Block (nee Loring, 1892-19??) who married Capt Block DSO RFA.
6. Ethel Marion Wilson (nee Loring, 1895-19??) who married Capt Wilson MC RAMC..
7. 2nd Lt Charles Michael Loring (1899-1916).  Killed in WW1.
8. Mildred Joyce Giblin nee Loring (1901-19??).

We know about

John Loring: An Overview.

If anyone out on the internet can supply me with a biography, I would be very pleased to hear from you.

The following was given to me by Judith Ledoux.  It is an extract from a biography written by Mildred Joyce Giblin nee Loring (1901-19??). 

My Grandfather Loring [Revd. Edward Henry Loring, 1823-1879, Rector of Cobham] married Miss Marsh Caldwall [Hannah Adelaide Marsh, 1828-59], one of four sisters and, I think, a brother : - Louisa ( always called by father’s baby name for her ‘Aunt Missings’), Posy [Rosamund] and Georgina ‘Aunt Georgie’.

When my Grandmother died, leaving three sons, Aunt Georgie went to look after her sister’s family, John [Loring 1854-1923, Joyce’s father], Arthur and Nele Loring, but had to leave as she and my Grandfather fell in love with each other, and marriage with one’s deceased wife’s sister was not then legal.

My Grandfather later married a Miss Charlotte Watson (my uncle Arthur [1855-1931] later married her niece [Norah Helen Watson], hence Cousin Joan [Joan Marsh Loring who drew up the Loring Genealogy] and Cousin Dorothy).

My step-grandmother was very jealous of my Father, aged eight !!!, and he had a rough time. The boys spent a large part of their childhood at Linley Wood, with the three aunts, and some time with Aunt Fanny Loring (in London) [Frances Louisa 1820-1910]. All these four aunts were my great-aunts, and I remember them all very well, except Aunt Georgie, who died – when ? Before I could remember, probably before I was born.

At Linley Wood, my great-aunt Missings owned coal mines, and the ventilating shafts protruded up out of the ground like large well-tops. Great-aunt Georgie was walking over land near to Linley Wood, and to her cold horror saw the three boys on the top of the circular well, which was the top of the ventilating shaft ; they were running round it. Of course, if she had called to them it might have startled them and put them off their balance and they might have fallen down inside, I suppose hundreds of feet. So she walked quietly up to them and said « It’s teatime boys, so get down and we’ ll go home ». Everybody adored Aunt Georgie.

My Grandfather Loring always insisted that if his children had pets, the pets had to be fed by them before they had any breakfast themselves.

His Vicarage was near a river, and each boy had to swim fully clad (doubtless in old clothes), with boots on, across the river and back again before they were allowed in a boat with a grown-up. Once they had passed that test, boats and the river were free to them.

My Father went to school at Uppingham [in Rutland] in Thring’s time ; Mr Thring was a famous Victorian headmaster ‘who transformed British schooling when he introduced an holistic education as an indispensable complement to academic rigour’.

He then went to Woolwich and was a wonderful mathematician. Whilst he was working to get ‘Sappers’ there was a fuss as some cadets were getting out at night. The authorities knew that my Father probably knew who they were, as I think it was known that they were in his dormitory. My Father was sent for and was asked to tell the names, and of course refused ; he was told that he could tell the names or leave the ‘Shop’. After a lot of fuss he was told that he could stay on, but that he would not be given ‘Sappers’, only ‘Gunners’. It was ‘Sappers’ or nothing to my Father, so he left. Before he left, the Prince Imperial sent for him, shook his hand and told him how sorry he was that he was leaving.

When I was about 20, Uncle Ned [Edward Joshua Loring 1883-1951] met a Colonel Faithful in the train, who had been at the Shop with Father and could not speak too warmly of him. And told Uncle Ned all about it.

My Father went out to Canada with two hundred pounds in his pocket, and met a man on board who suggested starting ranching together, and in some way or other lost all the money. So my penniless Father did all kinds of jobs and used to tell us, as children, all kinds of amusing stories of how he had ‘travelled in hats and bonnets’, dug graves, and eventually joined the Mounted Police, which was then just being formed to put down a rebellion. He spent three years with the Mounted Police, now of course the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. We used to hear grand stories of that time. At the end of three years they offered him a commission, but his father had just died [1879] and he had to go home.

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My Aunt Amy went over to call (or visit !) at Linley Wood - the Marsh Caldwells and the Royds were not such very distant neighbours - and saw my (future) Father, back from Canada, who had just been down his aunt’s coalmine. She went back to Brereton exclaiming at his striking blue eyes. They WERE striking outlined in black coaldust !

My Father went to the Cirencester Agricultural College to train as an Estate Agent, not a House Agent, but a manager of stately estates. He ran his Aunt’s estate at Linley Wood and later his father-in-law’s property at Brereton. My Uncle Taff (Alfred) was Squireson there in my time ; he was a little man with a six-foot wife, Aunt Nora (we had two Aunts Norah), Joan’s mother was the other. Uncle Taff had no children and Aunt Nora was not popular with her sisters-in-law.

My Father gave up the chief estate that he was managing as Lord Knutsford ( ?) offered him his agency. Father had four children and another one on the way when Lord Knutsford told him that the appointment was off as his old agent had changed his mind and wanted to stay on ! Rather a blow, but Uncle Nele [Loring 1857-1932] drove over late one night and told Father that the Broughton agency was on the tapis. Father had his dogcart brought round (one had grooms in those days) and drove off twelve miles to see. Sir Henry, who saw him, told him there that he was the fiftieth applicant ! He got the job, which he kept till he died about 30 years later, working for Sir Henry, Sir Delves, and then ‘Jock’, who also took the title of Delves and came to a sticky end, was succeeded by his son, Sir Evelyn ; they now live in our old home.

I knew his half-sisters well. Amice, I knew as a small child, a little younger than I was, and with whom I used to go to tea in her nursery, and later Violet, who was a very good friend of mine in my late teens. Amice, the child of rich landowners in the depth of country, impressive nurses, footmen, butler, the lot, suffered so badly from rickets that she went for her walks in a pram until she was six ; I know this because I went to her sixth birthday party and Violet teased her gently and said she would have to give up her pram now that she was six. Amice nearly cried and Violet was ticked off by her very strict German governess. I felt sorry for them both. The table was beautifully decorated by pink climbing geraniums in streels all over the table ; it was done by the head gardener, Wingfield, the same man who when I took Daddy round the Gardens (on our way to Scotland to stay with Uncle Ron at Stoer), seized my hand and wept over it. You and Michael were left with Granny that time ; Michael was about two-and-a-half. ‘Gardener Wingfield’ he was always known as, because his brother was ‘Keeper Wingfield’, the head game keeper ; Mrs ‘G’ Wingfield was a bit too ‘refeened’ we thought, but Mrs ‘K’ Wingfield was jolly and great fun.

The Broughtons’ Hall was a huge house about a mile across the Park from our house. I expect that I have told you this story often. It was in the dark winter, and I went to tea with Amice (quite safe alone in those days, although few children would now be allowed to walk past farm buildings, cottages, through a wood on each side of the road and three-quarters of a mile over an empty park). Anyway, after tea the child’s nurse and Lady Broughton’s lady’s maid sat by the fire and told ghost stories, then at about 6 pm they put on my coat and despatched me on my homeward way ! I remember (I was under ten years old) arriving home in tears, and I also remember how awfully kind my brother Mike [Charles Michael Loring 1899-1916] and my Mother were to me, and I remember how the Madeira cane chair creaked, and Mike picked it up to show me that there was nothing under it. I have since wondered that no one had walked to fetch me or even to meet me, though of course they might have missed me in the dark. However I was none the worse for it. I never remembered much about the walk home.

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