Letter from Mrs B. Watson-Jones Sept. 1996 - He was quite a character, his name was Fred Saville and he had a little duka at Maseno. This was when I was a small child and it was only later I learnt that people always considered him a Remittance Man! He was very popular and I have fond memories of him always being nice to me. I can well remember what a good tap-dancer he was and seeing him after dinner dressed in his evening suit (as all the men always did) at the vet's house. ..…

Drumkey 1909 - Broker - (Maseno), Kisumu - F.R. Saville

Gazette - 7/4/15 - Liable for Jury service, Kisumu - F.R. Saville, Trader, Maseno

Nicholls - Paradoxically, whites could be kindly and considerate to individual workers in their houses and on their farms, and loyalty and strong affection developed between many whites and individual Africans, on both sides. For example, two Luo men cared devotedly for the Hon. Frederick Savile in his squalid shack at Maseno village during his final years of senility, and the local Indian shopkeeper kept him supplied with free toothpaste.

Foster - CMS missionary, Kavirondo. He started a small dispensary that later became CMS Maseno Hospital. He had for many years helped CMS Maseno School. He died in October 1954. He bequeathed his house to CMS.

Gazette - 12/11/1919 - Register of Voters - Lake Area - Frederick Rodney Savile - Trader - Maseno

Hut has F.A. Saville, arrived 1900, Maseno Estate, Kisumu

Gazette 10 May and 19 Jul 1955 probate - says he died at Nakuru

Graham F. Thomas, Far from the Valleys, 1995 There was one expatriate living in the village and not connected with the training college. IHe had trekkedwith some missionaries to the shores of Lake Victoria from Mombasa before the First World War, in 1907, and had remained there ever since. He was affectionately known to all as Bwana Fred but his correct title was the Hon. Frederick Saville. In his squalid tin shack he was devotedly cared for by 2 Luo boys who certainly had not been paid for years, as his remittance, which might have been adequate at one time, had been greatly reduced by inflation. He was quite old, eccentric and suffering from senile dementia, but he was a diversion and had good as well as bad days. He still treasured photographers in silver frames and pieces of regalia, including a ceremonial sword, and, once he could be persuaded, told fascinating stories of his early experiences in Kenya. On one occasion we arrived home to see him sitting in one of our armchairs and he graciously invited us to tea. This had been his home many years before, indeed he had built it, and he was living in the past. One day as we drove to Kisumu we saw him marching down the main road, replendent in a court dress jacket, a plumed hat and wearing his ceremonial sword, but nothing else - no trousers, pants or shoes. He was rescued by his two faithful retainers. Not long after this incident we learned that some Europeans were petitioning the Governor to send him back to England to an old people's home. We were horrified and lobbied for him to remain in Maseno, which had been his home for 50 years. We succeeded, and the powers that be gave him a small pension so that his later days were a little easier, but he did not live long to enjoy this. I still have a copy of a notebook he had kept in his early days in the colony.