|26/27-Sep-1967||12-Oct-1967||Heat||Felixstowe High School, Suffolk||Won!|
|7/8-Nov-1967||23-Nov-1967||Quarter Final||Thomas Bennett School, Crawley||Won!|
|28/29-Nov-1967||14-Dec-1967||Semi-Final||Newry High School, Co. Down||Won!|
|12/13-Dec-1967||28-Dec-1967||Final||Kirkton High School, Dundee||Lost|
|14-Dec-1967||25-Dec-1967||3-Way Christmas Quiz||Ask the Family||Draw|
Some years ago, I was especially asked by the wife of a departed colleague, if I would say a few words at the funeral service. Some of you now here were also present at that service for a mutual friend. It seems right somehow, for someone who has been a close friend, to be a link between those of us who are here and the friend who has just left us. So I am mindful, that I am perhaps representative of you all here present.
Kit, who we are remembering now, was also attending that funeral service. And it seems that she too remembered the few words that I spoke on that occasion, to the extent that it was her recent wish that I too would find a few words, maybe, a few comforting words, that she is able to take with her.
I am happy to be able to fulfil that wish of Kitís since I only arrived from abroad a few days ago and I shall be leaving again tomorrow.
I first met Kit, shortly after the end of the war. I had finished my wartime service and had returned to civilian life and was then back at work. It was then that I met her husband Harry.
One lunch time he drove me from Park Royal to his home at Torrington Drive in South Harrow, petrol was rationed still and we drove in his Morris 8 - the same car that he was to teach me to drive in. So I met Kit for the first time, as a young mother she was holding a baby of some few months old. That baby was David, now so grown up and long before the time that Martin was due on the scene. Later Kit was to become especially proud of Martinís scholastic achievement.
In many ways, Kit was a unique person; I cannot recall any time that she had something bad to say about anybody. She was very charitable in her outlook and showed great concern for the under-dog. She had a good enlightened mind, and was not afraid to stand by her views, whatever.
Kit had her set-backs in life but she had special talents, one of them for committee work which ensured that she was always in demand in the many organisations to which she belonged. Latterly she was press officer for her local club.
I remember again, as if it were yesterday, and yet it was some years ago, the time goes so quickly. Kit had organised a night of poetry reading, pieces of prose and poetry submitted by people of all walks of life and of all ages. I was again privileged to be asked by Kit if I would undertake a reading. I do not remember the details now, but it was a rather well written piece, with good rhyming lines, in a modern style by some young person, in a very jabberwocky way. It was quite a hit and the whole evening was a success as a result or Kitís efforts.
There was another time when she had organised an evening in support of her Business Womanís Guild. There were a good many people there with something like a dozen or so different nationalities. The highlight of the evening was the lighting of the Candle ceremony. Being an International Night, prayers were said as the central candle was lit, then the other candle bearers, each representing their country, lit their candle one from the other so that symbolically speaking the spreading light stood for peace and enlightenment amongst nations.
That now is how I feel about Kit, the light from her candle has touched many other candles and the light from her work is still spreading outwards. Kit was not a very sentimental person, she was too straightforward. In her role of wife, mother, and friend the light that she gave will still continue to burn. In recent months she showed great fortitude and bravery in coming to terms with her illness, she was ready to meet her maker and one thing I am sure of is that she would not want anyone to go away in sadness but always remembering the light that still shines from her small candle.
My brother phoned me to say that my father was in A&E with a suspected stroke so on the following morning I had to drive over to Harlow. He had been placed on the Liverpool Care Pathway (LCP) for the terminally ill. I visited my father in hospital on the Monday evening and again on the Tuesday morning and afternoon. He was not really conscious and he passed away on the Tuesday evening. It was good timing that he didn't linger longer and that I was there to see him.
"He's had a long and well-lived life, and although this was unexpected, it is good that his suffering has been kept to a minimum."
Susan (his neice) wrote:
"He had a good long life and a loving family around him. He thought the world about you boys as you did him."
Sue from Westbourne wrote:
"He had 'a good innings', as they say, and you would not have wanted him to suffer for months on end."
Sue from Swindon wrote:
"Harry was a lovely gentleman & I will always remember the laughs I had with him."
"I look back on last year's cruise (M1212) spent with you both with fond memories."
"I remember meeting him when I lived in Swindon, a very charming gentleman."
"Good that you were not away somewhere and were able to be there."
Jacqueline (his neice) wrote:
"He was a good old boy and I always enjoyed his biting humour."
"I am so sure he was proud of his children."