In memory of Thomas aged 11years and 3 months and James 
1 year and 10 months, sons of Thomas and Mary Cubbin, they were drowned in each 
other’s arms in the surf on the coast of Madagascar, on the 26th 
March1868, after enduring very great privation and sufferings 11 days in a small 
open boat, through the foundering of the ship Serica, after an awful hurricane in the 
Indian Sea.  “Teach me to live that I may 
dread the grave as little as my bed.”
Thus reads the plaque in Braddan Old Church that aroused 
the author, Valerie Cottle, to research the background and details of what 
turned out to be a fascinating journey for her as well as readers of her 
outstanding book, Thomas Cubbin, Master Mariner and the Wreck of the 
Serica.
Valerie’s talk was absorbing, combining as it did, a 
remarkable tale and the research methods that gradually and patiently unfolded 
the facts. Clearly, despite her familiarity with this absorbing tale, she was 
still moved by the human story she had uncovered.
Apparently, Thomas Cubbin had written an account of the 
disaster but MNH couldn’t find their copy. Valerie then discovered a reprint on 
the Internet, three years ago and bought it. The title is something like, 
Wreck of the Senica, the Wonderful 
Adventures of a Manxman. This, of course, was a wonderful primary 
source.
Thomas and Mary with a rather motley crew sailed from 
Birkenhead in December 1867 together with two of their children, leaving the 
rest behind on the Island, we know not with whom. They were 12, 4 and 3 years 
old!
 The ship had 
been built in Canada and sailed with a cargo of timber, all for sale. Thomas 
owned this ship and was a qualified master. She hit one of the worst hurricanes 
in recorded history. Captain and crew took to a small boat to head for the 
nearest shore, Mauritius but wind and tide were against them and they sailed to 
Madagascar. The boat capsized in giant breakers with the loss of their children. 
However, they’d had another baby before returning to Rose Hill, Braddan!
One young man of the crew was of interest. He had sailed 
on Brunel’s Great Eastern laying 
the first trans-Atlantic cable. Some other members of the crew sounded less than 
ideal. 
Merchant Navy records were accessed, as was the Public 
Records Office in Kew. Apparently, as well as providing several forms of 
identity, you have to read the regulations and then score 100% on a test before 
being admitted! Even then, Valerie found that 70% of the records she needed had 
been transferred to a specialist department in the University of Newfoundland. 
They came up trumps and pieces of the jigsaw fell into place. 
This book makes a fine Christmas present but read it 
yourself, first!
The Christmas Party is 7.30pm, 11th December 
at Peel Golf Club. Excellent dinner plus entertainment. Tickets from Corrie 
Wooding, 843502. Ring now. All welcome!
