Henri Kew Jordan MC

Rank: 
Captain
Unit at enlistment: 
125th Battalion
Force: 
C.E.F.
Volunteered or conscripted: 
Volunteered
Survived the war: 
Yes
Cemetery: 
Farringdon Cemetery, Brantford, Ontario
Awards or decorations: 
Military Cross
Birth country: 
Canada
Birth county: 
Huron
Birth city: 
Seaforth, Ontario
Address at enlistment: 
39 Palmerston Avenue, Brantford, Ontario
Next of kin address: 
39 Palmerston Avenue, Brantford, Ontario
Trade or calling: 
Musician
Religious denominations: 
Methodist
Marital status: 
Married
Age at enlistment: 
36
Gallantry medals: 
Yes

Letters and documents

London Gazette: 31266
Date: April 2, 1919
Honour or Award: Military Cross
Authority: 1st D.O. 5765. W., December 19, 1918
Name: Henri Kew Jordan (Captain)
Unit: 1st Machine Gun Battalion

Details: During the advance on Hasnon on 21st October, 1918, he displayed great courage and determination. When our line was held up near Hasnon, he led a section of machineguns forward under heavy fire, and had them mounted on the top of the windmill in front of Cataine, where he kept them firing continuously throughout the afternoon.

BC July 5, 1917

How Brantford Men of the 125th Left for the Front – They Formed the Last Draft of Four Hundred from the 125th Battalion – An Intensely Interesting Letter Written by Major Henri Kew Jordan

The following very interesting letter has been received in the city from Major Henri Kew Jordan of the 125th Battalion:

On the 18th of May 1917 orders came to us to prepare immediately to send 400 men to France.  It was the hardest blow we had received yet for it would take almost every one of our home town boys and we were, as part of the 5th Division ready to move as a unit with every man trained in every particular way.  They had been through gas, were drilled in the use of the box respirator, were expert with the rifle and bayonet and could take their place with any troops from any part of the Empire.  No doubt this was one of the reasons which made their transfer to France expedient.  Canadian casualties had been heavy and the best trained men must go. Of course every man wanted to go and when the draft was complete it included our very best men, Lewis gunners, Bombers, Trench Mortar experts, Company Scouts and even some of the N.C.O.’s who had to revert to go.  At last the draft was ready, and then began a long wait.  The men were instructed that they must remain within camp lines ready to move at a moment’s notice.  One day, two, three days passed by.  The boys said the war is over.  “The Kaiser has heard that the 125th is coming over, and has called Kamerad.”  Finally instructions came to parade that night at 11.30 to march to Milford station and entrain at 2 a.m. of the great old day of the 24th.  It was the blackest night I had seen for mounts.  Everyone was snatching an hour’s sleep, everything quiet and all lights out, when “Dress for Parade” was sounded.  It was startling in the quietness of midnight, and in a moment the lads were up and bustling.  The packs were buckles up, the equipment readjusted; at “Fall in” every man was ready.  To fall in several hundred men, on the blackest night you can imagine, have them dressed and covered off and call the roll is no easy task.  Hundreds of men who were unlucky enough to have to remain behind, N.C.O. Instructors, officers and friends crowded around anxious to have a last hand shake and a good-bye.  Lanterns, flashlights, candles and lamps helped to make a picture wonderfully fascinating.  Laughing, singing, cheering, a thousand men moved through the long black shadows, forgetting for the moment that a few hours would separate most of them for a longtime or forever.

We moved off and arrived at the station at the time arranged, to find a Brantford officer (Major Nelles) in charge of the entraining.  We Canadians have to take our hats off to the English when it comes to organization.  The perfection of every detail was strikingly exemplified all through our trip to France.  The system of coaches enabled our party – some 600 in all, including a draft from another unit – to entrain in three or four minutes.  There was no noise and no excitement.  In less than 5 minutes we were off, destination unknown.  The train, after passing over several lines, arrived at the point of embarkation at 5.30 a.m. – on time to the minute.  The sun was shining; the earth was warm and moist after the night rain.  The whole country was lovely. Oh! How beautiful England can be.  We were taken to a rest camp.  Think of calling five or six blocks of splendid houses, magnificent apartment blocks and private hotels a rest camp.  It was in one of the finest residential districts of a seaside town.  The area was enclosed by a high metal fence and every building was turned over for the use of the army.  When we entered the gate it was like a bit of heaven to our men, who had spent months in dark, brown huts, without a blade of grass between to rest the eye.  Here were lovely flowers, smooth green lawns, beautiful big trees and perhaps best of all, real houses. Parties were detailed to various houses and after having a good hot breakfast, took advantage of the opportunity to rest.  The town was not new to me and I knew that just a few yards away was the sea.  The officers were free to leave the camp, so we walked over to the Lees, which looked down on the sea.  Sparkling green wonderful, and quit, it lay carrying a great fleet of fishing boats, trawlers, merchant men and war craft.  Never before had I fully realized the futile attempt of the Germans to blockade England.  There seemed enough boats off this one spot to make a fair sized navy.

We had orders to leave the port at 9 a.m. so the men were paraded and marched to the boat, when again we saw the result of the splendid way England managers her army.  A guide met us.  No halt was made.  Not a minute was lost, and everything arranged in the quietest manner with more courtesy than we expected.  It took only the time necessary to march on the boat – in fours – to embark, and issue each one with a life-belt.  Gang planks were drawn in and we started.

We might have been on a glorious picnic.  Everyone was happy.  War for the time was forgotten, although every turn of the screw brought us nearer the front line.  Trained eyes were on the watch for submarines.  Our speed was terrific.  In less than 90 minutes we were safely in the harbor of ….

Here was France.  I think somehow the boys suspected it to be different.  Many a lad said with surprise, “Why, it’s just like England.”  We landed, and we marched off.  I know the boys realized that they had entered the last chapter of their “part in the great war.”  The people, whose language was so strange, smiled as we marched through the streets, and said, “Bon jour monsieur.”  Dark-eyed, curly headed children ran alongside our column and said the only three English words they know, “One penny please.”  They caught you by the hand and showed the same persistence that is winning the war for France.  

Over cobblestones, up high hills, past the old walled town and on to the rest camp we marched.  Here the men were sent to tents, given blankets and food and advised to rest, for tomorrow they were ordered to march to …., 18 miles away.

The next morning we left …., on our 18 mile march to ….  The first seven were through old villages, up and down hills, through charming country and over air roads.  Oh, but the sun was hot.  Our men marched like heroes.  Not a man but intended to go the whole way.  At 1 o’clock we stopped at a rest camp, an Imperial camp, which was managed with the same perfection we had met in every case, since we left.  After a rest of an hour and a half we resumed the march.  Eleven miles to go and the sun like a huge burning glass.  There was no shade, no breeze and considerable dust.  On we went, mile after mile.  Feet were tired, legs ached.  The pack straps cut through the tunics.  Blistered feet burned, but the men kept on.  Jokes, songs, tunes whistled and cheery words kept us all alert and determined to “stick it.” Oh, the boys we splendid.

At last we saw ….  We passed the great graveyard where acres of graves and a forest of small wooden crosses brought home to our boys perhaps seriously for the first time, what the war has required of many a man.  Still they joked, but more quietly, a little more gently.  I know most of them were thinking back to Canada and wondering.  They were not afraid.  Had they been given the chance, not a man would have turned back.  On they went, past the endless hospitals.  We could hear the soldiers and nurses saying “Canadians.”  I think I know why.

Sixteen miles, seventeen miles (nearly there), along the sandy road and through the camp, past the Australians, past the Imperials, up, up the sandy hill, so steep that many a man should have dropped but would not, they marched.  After eighteen miles, after all they had stood that day, to finish with a song and a smile was magnificent.  We halted, and in a minute they were taken from us.  Gone from us forever, as far as this war is concerned.  We had worked with them for eighteen months, learned to trust and depend on them, but there is only one regulation in the army, expediency, and so we had to lose them.

All honor to the Brantford boys who marched from …. To …. that day.  I have no fear that any one of them will fail when it comes for his turn for duty in the front line.

Major Henri Kew Jordan

BX January 21, 1918 

Grateful for Christmas Gifts – Letters from Men Overseas Read at Brant Avenue Methodist Church

At Brant Avenue Methodist Church on Sunday morning, Mr. T. Harry Jones read by request a number of letters received from members of the congregation now overseas, in reply to the Christmas remembrances sent by the congregation. 

December 26, 1917

Witley Camp

My Dear Major Jones,

I am writing just a very short note to say “thank you” for the box which came from Brant Avenue Church. It was one of the very few parcels that arrived here before Christmas. Our boxes mostly have been held up. The day here was as fine and as happy as could be with loved ones and good friends so far away, and without snow. We have been enjoying quite a bit of snow and ice, but it left on Christmas Eve.

I hope this will be the last Christmas of the war, I believe it will be. If conscription was the great success it should have been, and we are all so proud of Canada, especially when Australia (the ultra imperialistic colony) has turned it down so flatly.

Again, many thanks and best wishes for a happy and prosperous New Year.

Very sincerely yours,

Henri Kew Jordan

BX June 8, 1938

A Well Merited Honor

The announcement of the University of Toronto that the degree of Doctor of Music will be conferred upon Mr. Henri K. Jordan of this city in recognition of the ability and genius he has displayed as conductor of the Schubert Choir will be received with enthusiasm not only by his host of friends and admirers in Brantford, but also throughout the Province of Ontario.  It is a well deserved honor, and the University of Toronto does credibility to itself in bestowing this high title upon Mr. Jordan.

For a period of nearly forty years he has been connected with musical circles in Brantford, not only as a distinguished organist and choirmaster, but also as leader for more than three decades of the Schubert Choir which, in the opinion of notable music critic, is one of the outstanding choral organizations in the Dominion. The citizens of Brantford and vicinity will rejoice sincerely with the recipient in the attainment of his high honor.  It is almost impossible to estimate the benefit that Mr. Jordan has conferred upon this city by his unremitting devotion to the promotion of choral singing.  The inspiration which he has imparted has gone far beyond the bounds of his own choir, and the example of his splendid achievements has stimulated other organizations to noble endeavor.

Mr. Jordan will carry his new preferment with distinction, and will adorn a title that has been borne by many of Canada’s distinguished musicians.  It is fitting tribute to one who has already presented thirty-two performances of the Schubert Choir to the Telephone City, and will be exceedingly popular not only among all classes of citizens, but also in the musical world which is able to appraise his work at its true value.

BX October 27, 1949

Dr. Henri K. Jordan Died Suddenly Today

Dr. Henri K. Jordan, MC, founder-conductor of the Schubert Choir, and one of Canada’s outstanding choral leaders, passed away suddenly in the Brantford General Hospital at about 1 o’clock this afternoon.  He had been in hospital for a week, but appeared to be making good progress, and his death was unexpected.

Well known in industrial circles here, prominent as a church organist, and possessing a distinguished record as an officer in the First World War, Dr. Jordan was associated with various community organizations and enterprises.

His prowess in the musical field was recognized in October, 1938, when at a special convocation of the University of Toronto, the degree of Doctor of Music was conferred on him by the then chancellor, Sir William Mulock.

Dr. Jordan, a native of Toronto came to Brantford in 1902, and organized the subsequent famous Schubert Choir three years later.

A full obituary will appear in Fridays Expositor.  At the time of going to press today, funeral arrangements had not yet been completed.

BX October 28, 1949 - Editorial

Henri K. Jordan

Few men have made richer contribution, in their own talented way, to the continuing well-being of this community then has Henri Kew Jordan, whose sudden passing was so regretfully recorded yesterday.  His death leaves Brantford bereft of an extra ordinarily gifted and outstanding citizen.

He was a musician of superb quality, possessing a capacity of leadership that virtually infected his choristers with enthusiasm and imbued them with something of his own rare talent.

It is not necessary to recite again, in this editorial space, his many and notable achievements as pianist, organist, and conductor of various choirs and choral groups, most celebrated of which, of course, was the internationally acclaimed Schubert Choir which he founded in 1906 and directed with perennial success.  In the realm of music in Canada, the names “Jordan” and “Brantford” are indelibly associated.  For all that he did so well in this sphere, the people of his home community and, indeed, of this Dominion, stand enduringly in his debt.  It was in fitting and deserved recognition of his work that the University of Toronto bestowed upon him, in 1938, the honorary degree of Doctor of Music.

What is said of him in the professional category can be paralleled with emphasis in the circle of all who knew him personally, and particularly among the many who had the privilege of responding to his inspired baton.

Another facet of his character was reflected in his unostentatious but intense patriotism, as exemplified not only by his distinguished service in the First World War, for which he was awarded the Military Cross, but through his everyday activities and groups with which he was connected, this not was often in sincere and convincing evidence.

Meticulous in his personal habits, he possessed an unfailing sense of the fitness of things, but, for all that, his dignity of bearing was never affected and never exclusive.

His wide reading and his regard for matters cultural were reflected not only in his personality and his musicianship but also in his love of nature, as so happily illustrated by his expert tending of his own beautiful garden.

Dr. Jordan’s devotion to his family, his church and the several societies that attracted his active participation was exemplary.  The Rotary Club, if specific mention may be permitted here, benefited particularly thorough his friendship.  Also, his concern with civic affairs and with the industrial progress of Brantford was always helpful.

Thus, while predominantly an exemplar of music at its best, he was, too a man of many parts with a catholicity of tastes and interests that was in itself remarkable.  And his charm of manner and capacity for friendship were ever accompanied by a kindliness of heart that gained for him esteem and affection wherever he went.

So Henri Jordan will be deeply and sadly missed.  Yet will he be happily remembered for what he was and what he accomplished, not less in his quietly performed deeds of kindness than in the work that was his main object in life.

BX October 31, 1949

Impressive Final Tribute is Paid to Henri K. Jordan

People from all walks of life filled Brant Avenue United Church to overflowing Saturday afternoon to pay their last respects to Dr. Henri Kew Jordan, MC, gifted musician and one of Brantford’s most respected citizens.

Following an impressive service conducted by Rev. Walter C. Almack, minister of the church, Dr. Jordan was laid to rest in beautiful Farringdon Burial Ground.

Mr. Almack conducted the graveside service and rev. H.B. Christie, long a personal friend of the deceased, pronounced the benediction, read as prayers of thanksgiving for his public life work.

Rev. A.E. Lavell, Toronto, a former minister at Brant Avenue United participated in the service in the church.

In attendance at the church and at the cemetery were many of the men and women who had been associated with Dr. Jordan in music, industry and fraternal organizations.

Special pews were reserved for former members of the Schubert Choir, which the versatile musician-business man founded and conducted and for members of the Brantford Rotary Club, an organization which he served with distinction for many years.

Out-of-town points represented at the service wee Toronto, Hamilton, London, St. Thomas, Bowmanville, Hartford, Conn., and Williamsburg, PA. A prominent out-of-town visitor was Hon. Russell T. Kelley, Ontario Minister of Health, who had been a friend of Dr. Jordan’s for many years.  They met in Rotary Club work; K.C. Berney represented the Canadian Manufacturers’ Association.

Others included Dr. Cecil Currie, a former minister of Brant Avenue Church, now residing at Beamsville, and rev. Dr. Gordon Jones, London, and formerly of Brantford who served many years in China as missionary.

Fine Tribute

Mr. Almack, in paying tribute to Dr. Jordan’s great contributions to life, said that while no human being won all the virtues of life, “Dr. Jordan had won most of them.”

“He was truly a prince of the church,” the minister continued, and “his life was a picture book of his creed.”

Pointing to Dr. Jordan’s great love of his fellow men, the minister said: “He had a personal and genuine love of God and all God’s children.  He was fond of the simple but important things of life – his home, garden and the scenic beauty of the countryside.”

Selections from the Holy Scriptures were read by both Mr. Almack and Mr. Lavell.

Following a prayer of thanksgiving by Mr. Lavell, the choir and congregation sang the well-known hymn, “For All the Saints Who From Their Labors Rest.” 

William Findlay conducted the Brant Avenue Choir and Presided at the organ.  Some members of the choir had served under Dr. Jordan when he was organist and choirmaster at the church.