Roy Newton

Lorraine has given some thoughts to be shared. These are in her own words.

These memories and stories made me smile when I think about Uncle Roy. I remember when you lived at Thornhill you always asked us to go and get 10 Woodbines, and sweets for us with the change.You kept reminding me when I was little that you always bounced me on your knee. You were always in bed when we arrived or sat in your chair, in the front room watching television or listening to music. You had everyone running around after you. Dad is sorry that he cannot be here- he’s the other side of the world in the sun. he told me a tale about when you lived together at Regent Street, and how you would go together for a few beers, and coming home the worse for wear; getting into trouble from your Mum and dad, and from your sister, my Mum. You were always smartly dressed in asuit with your blond hair. You were very shy with the opposite sex. When you met Jean, who became your wife, you asked dad about the birds and the bees as Jean was your first and only love. Remember the time when on the Norfolk Broads. You were reversing the boat and you bumped into the bank and dad fell overboard and lost his gold sunglasses. When he surfaced the air was blue. When you had the shop at Warmsworth, Nanna, your Mum, and I were working for you. You opened up the shop and what a sight when we stepped in. A few cans of coke had exploded as we had forgotten to take them out of the freezer. It was all up the walls and on the ceiling. It was the last time we worked at the shop. When we were little you were a caring and loving uncle who we adored. As we grew older, we lost touch, but we always found out how you were doing from Mum and Dad, who used to visit and stay the weekend with you. Hope you’re all having fun up there. Give my Mum a hug from us.