Brocklesby Park Cricket Club

Samuel McAulay


(1882)

Born: 30th June 1856, Worthing, Sussex

Died: 15th June 1920, aged 63

Son: Captain Francis Willmer McAulay

Times Obituary:

Mr. Samuel McAulay, High Sheriff of Lincs., who died in a nursing home in Leamington Spa on Tuesday, was the eldest son of the Rev. S. McAulay, a Wesleyan minister. He was born June 30, 1856, and was educated at Woodhouse Grove School at Apperley Bridge near Leeds. When 17 years old he came to Aylesby to be taught farming by his grandfather, Francis Sowerby; and re remained at Aylesby til the time of his death. The farm had been held by his great-grandfather, his grandfather and himself for close on 100 years, and would in all probability have been continued by his son, Captain Francis Willmer McAulay, if he had survived the war. Mr. McAulay soon extended his farming operations, farming altogether some 3,000 acres. In 1893, on the death of his great friend, Henry Sharpley, he succeeded him as managing director of Messrs. Sowerby, Limited, seed crushers, at Grimsby. His business abilities helped to increase the value of the shares nearly 20 fold by the time he retired, two years before his death.

In 1890 he married Maud Mary, youngest daughter of Thomas Willmer Pocock, of Glenridge, Virginia Water, who, with two married daughters, survives him. As a member of the Lincolnshire Agricultural Committee during the war he travelled long distances almost daily, and the strain affected his health. The Times, Friday, 18th June, 1920, page 19.

No photo of S.McAulay available

Overall Batting Record


Mat Inn NO Runs Ave HS 0 50 100 4s 6s Ct St RO
Friendly 2 3 0 8 2.67 4 0 0 0 0 0 000
Total 2 3 0 8 2.67 4 0 0 0 0 0 000

Overall Bowling Record

Mat Inn Balls Mdns Runs Wkts Ave Strike RPO Best 3W 5W
Friendly 2 0
Total 2 0

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