Early Life
William Henry Squire was born in Ross-on-Wye, Herefordshire, England, UK in 1871 the son of John Squire, a banker and gifted amateur violinist and his wife Emma Fisher. He had his first music lessons from his father and at five was encouraged to take up the cello to complete the family quartet. There were eight children in this very musical family including his sister Emily Squire, the eldest (b. 1867), who played the viola and went on to become a successful soprano singer and his brother the violinist Charles Barré Squire (b. 1881). He made his first public appearance as a solo cellist at the age of six in the town hall at Kingsbridge in Devon where the family had moved. He was educated at Kingsbridge Grammar School. In 1883 at the age of twelve he gained a cello scholarship at the Royal College of Music. There he studied cello under Edward Howell, chamber music with Henry Holmes and composition under Parry. He had occasional lessons with Piatti. His study at the Royal College was extended for a further three years and on leaving in 1889 he was elected an associate (ARCM). He married his wife Marion S. Warren (of Bradninch in Devon) in 1899.
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