Bob was the youngest of a family of 10, so a bit spoilt by the older
members of the family. He was a lovable little boy but willful. As a
poor family it took my mother a long time to buy a new couch. It had
velvet cushion seats and four year old Bob decided to cut pictures from
his comics on it. He cut right through the cushions with scissors. He
also cut the heads and tails off my older brother's pet goldfish stating
when my brother came home - well that what mum does to fish before
she cooks them. So you see he was no angel. He did have a lovely
singing voice and at 12 years old sang "O for the Wings of a Dove" in the
church choir. Bob, Peter and I were evacuated during the war years. He
was only 5, Peter 7½ and myself 11. We missed our mother very much
especially Bob; he was too young to be away from his mum. He had
several illnesses during this time and as a threesome we became very
close. Like his older brothers Bob loved the sea, so he joined the
Merchant Navy at 16. We were sorry when he went to live abroad but
know he had a loving caring wife and family. Peter and I are sad
because Bob is no longer in our world, but glad that he is no longer
suffering.
We will always remember him with much love and affection.
