Thanks Dad

Amongst my many duties this week has been to scour through ancient photo albums of Jean and Henry Smith's family, for a small presentation of memories for the many friends from Chinnor who will be coming to the wake on Tuesday, and here is one memory of the holiday we had with the band in the New Forest.
That was the time when Jean brought out her wind-up gramophone and played "The Laughing Policeman" over and over again.
(The 'b' side was of a man playing a solo on the cornet while watching someone sucking on a lemon)












Henry in all seriousness has been a model patient, never complaining, never bad tempered or demanding despite all his worries and trials and I feel humbled to have had the privelege to be of some help to him and his daughter carers.

Pat Whelahan who lives at Hempton Field nursing home now, worked at the Cement Works too (who Dad knows well from Chinnor Parish Council), was on the phone for an hour to Appin Lodge talking about his old mate.
Apparently-Fay told me later, as a staunch Labour counsellor he woke up one morning on election day to find his bungalow in Golden Hills absolutely covered in Tory banners and Vote Conservative posters and flags, so that he couldn't even get out of the door.
Henry and Jean had got up at 2 o'clock in the morning and done it all themselves.
I'm not sure what that sign says can anyone remember?