Peggy Dear, 1932-2003
This tribute and the poem was read in St. Giles’ Church at the Service of
Celebration and Thanksgiving for the life of Peggy Dear
On the 16th June 1932 in
Camberwell, London, Peggy Wilcox was born. She could easily have been called
something quite different such as ‘Tallulah Pansy’, since being the youngest of
a large family, names suggested by all the children as well as the parents were
selected from a hat.
Peggy was a bright child and
won a place at an excellent girl’s secondary school. It wasn’t easy for her at
school and things like school uniform her big sister, Judy, purchased when the
family could not afford to do so.
Out in the world of work
Peggy soon showed a strong interest in drama and began what was to be a
lifelong, fulfilling hobby - amateur dramatics.
In 1953 Peggy married John
Dear and in 1965 they moved to the brand new Ladycroft development in
Farnborough Village. A year later Theresa was born, something they had both
longed for for many, many years.
Peggy was involved
in the local community in so many different ways:
Farnborough Dramatic Society, running “Off The Peg”, the Village Society,
helping others in their own homes, the W.I., working at Farnborough Hospital,
making handicrafts and selling them at the Crisis at Christmas annual appeal.
So many different involvements; so many wonderful people in her life.
She loved to travel.
Happily she had enjoyed many trips and holidays with family and friends -
especially with her great pal, Sylvia. Her excitement at exploring new places
was only equalled by that of appearing on stage and spending time with her
grandson, Joe.
Peggy had a “Things I’ll Do”
book where she recorded resolutions and made notes on when and how they were
fulfilled. This was the kind of person she was - organised and life
grabbing. She worked hard and made things happen, both for herself and other
people. Not a life of regrets; a life of doing and achieving.
Peggy was a kind, talented,
fun-loving, loyal, and compassionate lady. She can’t be replaced as friend,
aunt, sister, mother or grandmother, but she will live on in hearts and minds.
So many happy memories for all who knew her.
This tribute cannot do
justice to someone who so many people loved, relied upon and enjoyed her
company. It is not fair that everything she brought to life has ended so soon
and so tragically, but the world is a better place because of her.
John
used to say that a person’s every little kindness in thought and deed placed
another brick in their house in Heaven. Peggy has a mansion to look forward
to.
The
Sailing Ship
I am
standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the
morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and
strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of
white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There! She's gone.” Gone where? Gone from my
sight - that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was
when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to
the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her; and just
at the moment when someone at my side says: “There! She's gone,” there are
other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad
shout: “There she comes!” And that is dying.
Charles Henry Brent
Florerence Griffin
1906-2003
Recollections by Roy
Stringer
Born in 1906 Miss Griffin out-lived her contemporaries and moved from
Farnborough 22 years ago to a Church Army Home but it is important that some
recognition is given to her long worship and work at St. Giles. She was
nineteen years older than me and regretfully these are but snapshot
recollections from a dimming memory.
Miss Griffin was born ninety-seven years
ago in Wellbrook Lodge, the daughter of Joseph Griffin, a well-known landowner
and grower. Picture in your mind Farnborough without the By-pass and housing
estates, a farming and market garden community with large orchards. Think of
Starts Hill Road towards Locksbottom opposite Bassetts with a hedge and cows
grazing in the fields behind the village school. She was born into a different
age shattered by two world wars and urbanization. Echoes of that past age
always hung about her. Her later home was State Farm where she lived with her
sister Minnie; they were two of eight children, seven girls and a boy.
Always a countrywoman she wore lisle stockings and sensible flat lace up shoes
rather mannish in style. She wondered how working girls, ‘typists’ to her, could
keep warm in thin stockings and high heels. One wintry day of snow she came to
Church in Wellington Boots and apologised as she changed in the porch,
embarrassed that she had to do such a thing. Her nephew the Reverend Derek
Chapman recalled, at her funeral, that when he passed his School Certificate
exam she gave him a shotgun as a present. Not so surprising a trait of
character when you remember her background.
Miss Griffin always wore a hat to
church; in those days we put a board outside the church door on Sundays stating
‘Lady Hikers without hats Welcome’. She and George Johnson, Gordon’s Father,
were of an age, for more than sixty years they worshipped and worked in St.
Giles attending many Harvest Suppers, Garden Parties, PCC meetings and more, yet
she was always ‘Miss Griffin’ and he ‘Mr Johnson’; proper address for a single
lady and a married gentleman. How would she be in our day, would she kiss along
with the rest of us? Somehow I doubt it. She was pious in her devotions. One
day Mrs Brodie was standing in her stockinged feet on the Altar arranging
flowers and Miss Griffin said to me “I do dislike to see people standing on the
Altar”.
During WW2 she joined the Red Cross and nursed in a Naval station at Skegness.
Mary Pointon once told me she had nursed with Miss Griffin. I gained the
impression that was on the South Coast but it was only a conversation in passing
and I wish now I had questioned Mary more closely. Her nephew told us she must
have been a good nurse because she was awarded the Red Cross Medal.
As a child she always thought of the
white Altar Frontal as the Holy, Holy, Holy. As a warden during David Webb’s
ministry she drew my attention to the poor state of the old Victorian frontal,
worn and mildewed. The tower, where the Frontals were stored, was damp in the
winter in those days before the boiler was put into the choir vestry. So I
suggested she took it into safekeeping and drove her home to State Farm with the
frontal. Later during John Druce’s time I heard of Glenda’s interest and
skills; John collected it and Glenda and her friends magnificently restored it.
Now, whenever I see it in use, I shall think of it as a memorial to Miss
Griffin’s care.
During the winter of 1962/3 I got to
know Miss Griffin quite well; was she really only 56 then? We sat on a Study
Group which met weekly, I cannot now remember who else was with us or what the
burning issue of the day was but it must have been a Diocesan exercise because
we visited Lamorbey Church and probably another and presumably entertained at
St. Giles. Our reports must be on record somewhere. During this time she spoke
to me of the difficulty she had in getting to grips with the Epistles, Galatians
I remember in particular. Probably a new translation would have helped her but
I am sure she would have stuck resolutely to the King James Version.
After Miss Griffin moved in 1981 to
Tunbridge Wells and later to another home in Speldhurst she took a great
interest in the Parish Magazine mailed to her. Apart from family the
congregation at her funeral was scant. Had she died in her prime St. Giles
would have been standing room only. It was good to see Aidan and Mrs Chapman
there; Marnie recalled how she collected goat’s milk from the Griffins for her
cats - another small recollection of post war austerity and country living.
A final thought of her generosity, her
nephew told us that Miss Griffin paid for him and his brother to be educated
privately at Bassett’s School, a great boon considering the limitations of the
Village school at that time.
So now Florence Griffin has returned to
Farnborough and lies at peace in the Churchyard awaiting the Day of Judgement,
surely with no fear of appearing before her Lord and Saviour. Roy Stringer
Captain Eric
Frank Phillips Pointon M.B.E. 1914-2003
Eric was born in 1914 near Tilbury, but the family moved
to Melbourne, Australia, and his formative years were spent there.
On his return from Australia in 1930, Eric signed on as a
deckhand on the S.S. Deerpool and served his 4-year debenture, leaving as
Able Seaman in 1934. He continued to serve in this capacity, sailing the world
and in his spare time studying for the Second Mate's Certificate, which he
gained in 1937. He then joined ‘Eagle Oil’ as Third Mate.
During the Second World
War, Eric was on active service in many parts of the world, as indicated by the
medals awarded to him: the Atlantic Star, the Africa Star, the Burma Star, the
Pacific Star and the Italy Star among others. His was a distinguished career.
In May 1940 he joined
the tanker British Sergeant. This ship was employed as fleet auxiliary
to provide fuel for warships at that time in the Eastern Mediterranean, a
somewhat hazardous occupation in what was known as Bomb Alley.
On 5th April 1942, in
Colombo Harbour, during an air raid, Eric was on the British Sergeant,
and for his action following that air raid he was decorated for bravery, as
outlined in the commendation written in typical wartime style of understatement:
“A ship was hit during a Japanese air raid on an
eastern harbour. Third Officer Pointon, of another ship, was sent to inquire
whether assistance was needed, and he found that the magazine had burst open and
was on fire. In spite of the immediate danger of an explosion, the third
officer at once entered and dragged some cordite cases away from the flames and
out on deck. Although he was later helped by others in putting out the fire, it
was undoubtedly his initiative, cool courage and disregard of personal safety
which prevented a more serious
situation developing”.
This ship, the Ben Ledi, was carrying a cargo of ammunition, high explosives and incendiaries. The
crew had been told to “get out while the going was good”. The ship’s starboard
magazine was on fire and despite imminent danger to himself, Eric started to
drag cases of cordite from the magazine. Inspired by Eric’s courage, the Master
of the ship began to help and between them they dragged all the cases of cordite
and shells, which had become warm and difficult to handle, from the ship.
Others worked to extinguish the fire, and the Ben Ledi and her cargo was saved.
For this action, Eric
was awarded the M.B.E. and also the Lloyds War Medal for
Bravery at Sea, one of only 523 such medals, which were awarded to men of
the Merchant Navy in cases of exceptional gallantry at sea in time of war.
A few days later, the
British Sergeant was in convoy with the carrier H.M.S. Hermes and
other ships, when they were attacked by 85 Japanese bombers
and 9 fighters. There was an intensive battle, but the British Sergeant
had been badly damaged and sank, along with H.M.S. Hermes, an Australian
destroyer, a corvette and another tanker. Although injured, Eric’s bravery
under fire earned him further commendation.
In 1945 he sought a
shore-based position and he and Mary Hope were married at St. Giles Church. In
1953 he returned to sea for a time and served as Master on two tankers before
finally taking up a variety of shore-based positions until his well-deserved and
long retirement.
Eric was a well-loved
figure in Farnborough and typically reserved about his courage, bravery and
wartime achievements. He will be greatly missed. May he rest in peace.
Margaret
Fagg, 1932-2004
Margaret was born in
Balham, South London on the 31st May 1932, to Isabel and David Lockie. She was
four years old when they moved to Tubbenden Lane, Orpington where twins Ian and
Mary were born.
Margaret was a pupil
at Taecan House School in Orpington, which was a dame school, and at Bromley
County Grammar. From there Margaret went on to train as a primary school
teacher at Portsmouth Training College, specialising in Geography and Physical
Education. After training she first taught in Rochester and then locally at the
Highways, Hawes Downe, and finally at Chelsfield Primary School. She also went
on a year’s teacher exchange to Vancouver, where a number of her friends still
live. She was a great traveller and had extensively toured the USA, Canada,
France, Switzerland, Italy and Malta.
Margaret was a part of
the Farnborough community for nearly forty years and encouraged people to
participate in the many groups with which she was involved. She had a
competitive nature and was a great sports woman. She played hockey for Kent and
was also a very keen cricket and tennis player. It was whilst playing hockey
for Orpington at the Thanet Hockey Festival that Margaret met Dick, and they
married soon afterwards at Eltham College on 1st January 1965. They were
blessed with two daughters, Elizabeth and Gillian
Renowned for her
organisational abilities, she was involved in a number of organisations,
becoming District Commissioner for Guides, a member of Farnborough
Friendship Club, where she enjoyed writing a monthly article for the parish
magazine, Bromley Cassette, Talking Newspaper for the blind and Harris
Hospice Shop, to mention a few.
In her spare time
Margaret loved to walk the dogs, write amusing letters and articles, enter
competitions, do quizzes, paint, listen to music, make trips to the theatre and
go on numerous holidays.
Margaret did like to
collect things and never threw anything away! She also felt very strongly about politeness and manners as they cost nothing, and the correct use of the English
language along with punctuation and spelling.
Margaret had a strong
Christian faith, supported St. Giles and enjoyed regularly attending the Family
Service. She made the most of every day and lived a great life packed full of
adventure and fun.
Margaret
will be sadly missed by family and friends
Raymond Henry Alliston,
1929-2004
Ray was born and
brought up in Brockley, South London, and sang in the choir at St. Peter’s,
Brockley. He lived there until the outbreak of the Second World War when he was
evacuated to Wisbech in Cambridgeshire: it was here that Ray was trained as a
Server.
Ray was ‘called up’
and served two years in the RASC, spending most of the time in the War Office in
London. On his demob. he went back to live with his family at Brockley and
worked in the City as a Shipping Clerk. Ray went to Evening Classes to make up
for his lack of education earlier, studying book-keeping, and it was here that
Edna and Ray met. They were married at St Mildred’s Church, Lee, in 1953. At
first, they lived in a flat and later in a house in Catford, where Susan and
Yvonne were born.
The family moved to
Orpington in 1968 and became involved with church life at St Paul’s, Crofton.
Here Ray was a Server, eventually becoming Head Server. In the 1970s, Ray
became a member of the Freemasons at Addiscombe Lodge.
Ray underwent major
heart surgery 15 years ago. This gave him a new lease of life so that when be
retired in 1993 be became involved in other activities and became a Governor at
Tubbenden Primary School.
Ray and Edna moved to
Farnborough Village in 1997 but have been members of St. Giles Church for the
last 14 years. During this time, Ray was a Server and Head Server, a member of
the PCC and had a spell as Churchwarden.
Ray was conscientious
in all that he did, both at work and in the many organisations in which he was
involved. He was always ready to help a friend or neighbour when he saw a need;
a man strong in the Christian Faith.
Ray will
be sadly missed by family and friends.
Canon Aidan Chapman 1909-2004
Rector of Farnborough, 1950-1964
Canon Aidan Chapman, who has died aged 95, served 65 years in the ordained
ministry, all in the Diocese of Rochester.
His
time at Farnborough followed four difficult post-war years at Northumberland
Heath, a Thames-side parish much scarred by wartime bombing, housing deprivation
and high social need, but where his energy and compassion soon began to
reinvigorate parish life. Farnborough was, by comparison, a rural idyll, but he
was immediately confronted with the urgent need to restore the church tower,
which had been badly damaged by fire. His project almost done, he set about
finding clock faces to adorn the tower. These he found at a country house about
to be demolished on Bromley Common, and acquired these handsome artefacts just
in time from the stable block, to complete the restoration.
As
the Fifties rolled on, it was becoming evident that an increasing number of
parishioners were coming, not from the village with its pub, bakery, draper and
shoemaker, but from the Davis Estate. So a second church was built in
Leamington Avenue to serve this community and it stands today as a lively
memorial to his perceptiveness.
Many
will remember Aidan as an inspirational and energetic pastoral leader, at one
with his fellow man, but never daunted by a challenge. One evening, whilst
locking up the church at dusk, he chased burglars from the graveyard by
pretending to be a ghost from behind a tombstone!
His
parish trips to the Norfolk Broads, where he appointed fiercely competitive
admirals to skipper each boat, were legendary for their fun, good sailing and
the obligatory water fight on the last night.
Aidan keenly encouraged the continuation of the Rush Sermon – with its
palms and herbal plants strewn in the aisle, and the open-air Horseman’s Service
which always followed the excitement of St Giles’ Fair, the day before. Who can
recall the three-legged race when, partnering an elderly lady, he tripped and
fell, sending his partner’s hat – with wig firmly attached – into an astonished
crowd?
He was a highly
accessible clergyman, a good listener, always thinking of others first.
Nevertheless, the sight of him, in cassock, on his ‘Corgi’ moped racing through
Farnborough Village to a baptism, with his dog jumping from side to side over
the rear wheel, was of a cleric in a hurry!
His war service, as a chaplain at
Dunkirk, later in Iceland, and finally, embarking at Gold Beach after D-Day in
1944 was rewarded with the award of the Territorial Decoration.
He was appointed Rural Dean of Orpington in 1955. He was Chaplain
successively to Orpington and Farnborough Hospitals. In 1964, he was appointed
an Honorary Canon of Rochester Cathedral, a foundation he was to serve for 65
years. In that same year he represented his fellow diocesan clergy at the World
Council of Churches’ Congress in Toronto.
After retiring from the parish of Westerham in 1976, he undertook
temporary chaplaincies all over Europe, and in later life enjoyed sailing,
painting and gardening, and his collection of clocks.
Aidan died on 7th October just
after celebrating his 65th wedding anniversary with Marnie. He is survived by
her and his four children. As the Dean of Rochester noted at the cathedral
service to mark 60 years of ordination:
“He is a true Elder of the
Church”.
Simon Monro Bannister - Priest, 1938-2004
A Tribute by his wife, Jean.
Simon was born on St. David’s Day 1938 in Cecil Court, Addington Road,
Croydon, but only remembered living in Cornwall where his grandfather and great
grandfather had both been clergymen. From Mylor Primary School he won a
scholarship to Wellington School, Somerset.
After the loss of his beloved mother and then their home, the family were
eventually taken in by Father Wood, a high church Anglican parish priest at All
Saints, Falmouth. These experiences and two years in the Royal Signals in
Bavaria, listening to Russian Morse Code, shaped the young man I met in Oxford
where he read Theology. We married in 1961 and started parish life in Prestwich,
Manchester, at Michaelmas 1963. Catherine was born two months later and Stephen
in May 1965.
In 1966 we arrived in Farnborough, in our pale blue Ford Van - called Fred -
where Simon took up his second curacy, living in 1 Harley Gardens. We enjoyed
living in Orpington and fostering five children, in turn, while Simon worked
hard to ‘grow the church’ at St Nicholas.
Life took us away again in 1970. Simon became Vicar of down town St. Mark’s
Church in Bury, with the factory hooter at nearby Hudcar Mill, the cobbled
streets and not a blade of grass in sight. But the love shown by its people is
very strong. Simon struggled with the smashed windowpanes and steep roof of the
church. He learned how to buy little squares of glass and when vandals broke
one put a new one into the soft lead frames.
Eight years on, with wife and children all at Bury Grammar School, Simon had one
of ‘those phone calls’ which happen to clergy from time to time and took the
family to Oldham, where he became Vicar of the Parish Church in the town centre
and Team Rector of an inner city area with five former independent parishes
joined together. Moving to Oldham was the first of four winter moves for us,
1979, 1987, 1994 and 2002, and for each of them we had snow, frost, etc. It
took two days to move fourteen miles to the Vicarage, 750 feet above sea level
on an inner ring road. Simon loved the opportunities to work in a stimulating
environment and kept his Diocesan post as Director of Communications as well as
training four young curates in turn and welcoming groups of Theological College
students for work experience in a tough working class parish with a glorious
church building and musical tradition.
Simon could have stayed there ’for life’ but the workload began to tell and in
1987 Simon was happy to take on another large urban parish, St Mary Magdalene in
Welwyn Garden City. Simon’s health took a down hill turn and he suffered his
first bout of cancer. After successful surgery and five months recovery he
returned to full time parish duties feeling renewed and grateful for life. He
had a heart bypass at Harefield in 1995 and developed diabetes at about the same
time.
In 1994 we
moved back to Kent. Rochester Diocese welcomed Simon, after twenty-four years
away with a dual ministry, half training clergy and half in a tiny country
parish. Despite Simon’s concern that he had no experience of rural ministry,
St. Martin’s Brasted suited him very well and he was very happy to share his
theological interest and wide pastoral experience with priests of all ages and
both genders.
At the end of
November 2002, Simon retired, having started a cancer treatment, and we found a
little house far enough away to let his successor feel unencumbered, yet near to
Sevenoaks and our connections. Simon found within weeks of moving away from the
parish, that he missed the fellowship of a church where he belonged and so he
rang Matthew ‘out of the blue’. Simon was so happy to be able to ‘come home’ to
Farnborough Church and share two glorious Easter morning Eucharists with the
congregation round the new fire in the churchyard.
In his last three months, it was
clear that the miracle pill was probably not going to continue to keep Simon
alive any longer. How do you keep going then? Simon was always positive, and
had really enjoyed those two years, building up his ministry at Farnborough
where he preached and presided regularly as well as taking a full share of
funerals and baptisms, with only the occasional wedding, for we treasured
Saturdays together. He had begun to help his local deanery colleagues as well
by taking services for them. Stephen helped Simon to keep healthy with good
advice about exercise and diet, while he himself prepared for the London
Triathlon.
It was then that Stephen read the cyclist
Lance Armstrong’s autobiography and sent it to Simon in his last illness. The
crucial passage where this cancer victim decides to take a hand in his own
future was what made Simon so determined to keep going as long as he could. Page
202. ‘The ascent triggered something in me. As I rode upwards I reflected
on my life back to all points, my childhood, my early races, my illness and how
it changed me. Maybe it was the primitive act of climbing that made me confront
the issues I’d been evading for weeks. It was time to quit stalling. I looked
again at the ground as it passed under my wheels. As I continued upwards I saw
my life as a whole, the pattern and the privilege of it and the purpose of it
too. It was simply this. I was made for the long hard climb. I was having a
change of heart.
I was restored’. Simon too was
restored by reading this and determined to keep going in his ministry.
And so Simon came back to church to hear Graham Shaw’s
memorable Beslan sermon on St Giles Day and came every week in September
culminating in the celebration of his forty years ‘long hard climb, the pattern
and the privilege of it and the purpose of it too’. God in his sometimes
‘severe mercy’ gave Simon that time of celebration, and kept us together, Jean,
Catherine and Stephen over the next day and night at Kent and Sussex Hospital to
share in Simon’s gentle and peaceful passing into the light on 27th September,
2004.
Gladys
Elizabeth Maude Moat (Nee Batchelor) 1904 –2004
Gladys’ initials were G.E.M., which spelt an appropriate
acronym.
Peggy came
to Farnborough fifty years ago, with her husband Jack and two young children,
Julia and Priscilla. Throughout those years she and her family have contributed
to the life of the church and the village in so many different ways. She was
the wife and subsequently the mother of a churchwarden of St Giles. Their home
at 308 Tubbenden Lane had for a time been the Rectory after the present house
had been damaged by a bomb in the garden, and it continued to be a centre of
parish life under its new owners. Easter lilies were carefully prepared in the
cool of the cellar for the festival; china was collected through the year for
the garden party stall, and a ready welcome given to so many people.
As a child
Peggy was sent to school in England while her parents were abroad, and perhaps
that early experience gave her a resilience of spirit, which sustained her to
the end. When she was older she was able to join her family in the Sudan and
she never lost her interest in the subsequent history of the church there. Only
recently her home hosted a coffee morning in its aid. She began her married
life in 1940 but the demands of the war meant that she did not see her husband
again for another five years. For her as for so many of her contemporaries the
Second World War formed many of her attitudes. She was not a lover of the throw
away society and the hysteria around the more recent fuel protests aroused
little sympathy. She was as indomitable as her blue mini, which she had bought
when new and continued to drive until eventually its vintage status relieved it
of liability to vehicle tax. Equally impressive was the agility with which she
continued to get in and out of it.
Perhaps the
only aspect of the church’s life in which she did not participate was the
passion to find alternatives to the Book of Common Prayer, which has marked so
much of the recent history of the Church of England. Her most obvious
contributions were the flowers in the church, which for thirty years gave colour
and warmth to the building and provided part of its distinctive welcome. The
delicate task of negotiating with the brides and their mothers at weekends when
there were four or five weddings in succession was a test of diplomacy, which
she met with exemplary fairness and firmness.
Revd John Druce
and Revd Graham Shaw returned to St. Giles for her service of thanksgiving to show
their appreciation of the way in which she had supported successive Rectors of
the parish over fifty years. In the church the stained glass window of
Augustine of Canterbury commemorates her husband, and it would have given her
great joy to see the sun shine down through this on to her family and so many
friends.
Albert was born on the 5th April 1909. He lived with his Mum, Dad, three
sisters and brother in Longcroft Road, Camberwell.
Albert’s passion was cycle racing, competing at Herne Hill Cycle Track on a
regular basis. In those days there was no such thing as a professional cycle
racer but Albert and his friends were, in today’s terms, professional. In the
1932 Los Angeles Olympics Albert was short-listed for the British Team riding
tandem. Unfortunately, he was not selected. His club, the Imperial Wren
Wheelers, regularly visited the Cosy Nook Café in Farnborough Village. It was
here Albert met Olive and they were married in St. Giles Church on 22nd August
1936. They rented, and later bought, number 48 Gladstone Road.
In the Second World War Albert served in the Royal Artillery Motor Transport
Section seeing action in France, Belgium, Holland and Germany.
After the
war Albert and Olive settled down in Farnborough and Albert worked for Wards
Flexible Rod Company running the factory and later as a representative
travelling all over the country and abroad, sometimes taking Olive with him.
Sadly in 1996 Olive passed away.
Albert was well-known around the village driving his car until at the age of 94
he received a speeding ticket and decided to replace the car with an electric
scooter.
Albert was a man of the community, belonging to various Trusts and Committees,
tending his allotment and assisting at the Allotment Shop. He enjoyed playing
cards with his other family - his friends and neighbours - and he loved every
single moment he spent in their company.
One of Farnborough’s loveable characters who will be sadly missed.
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