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The Legend That Is (Was) Uncle Maurice....
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Unfortunately UM passed away on christmas eve. Luckily I had been to see him the night before, but I knew then it would be the last time I would see him alive.
A stranger to all of you - but to me he was thus:
+ The first person to give me a sip of illicit underage alcohol (brandy).
+ The first man to drive me at 100 miles per hour (I was 7, it was 1969, in a leather-seated Rover which was the mutts nuts at the time) and make me scream with terror & excitement combined.
+ The man who I insisted I have my 8th birthday party at his house, the year my mum had run off with my primary school headmaster & the whole village was scandalised.
I remember him with a leer & a "Come on sit on my knee & gissa kiss" - until we told him in our mid-teens that really wasn't proper any more. :-(
He did his National Service in the Korean war, during which he saw untold horrors, but earned the respect of his comrades who (those who are left) gave him a Veteran's send-off & guard of honour. 200+ at his funeral in our town's equivalent of a cathedral.
A religious man, yet very naughty. Loved the ladies, loved his gin. Went from living in a caravan with his young bride after the war, to building up a very successful business. Known as The Gentleman Builder (I thought it was because he always said 'thank you' to the ladies afterwards ;-), but apparently it was cos he always wore a short & tie, always).
God bless ya Mo. I had your sort of gin on Wednesday - extra strong - 2/3 gin to 1/3 tonic, ice & a slice and with a 'bottoms up'. And a leer....
A stranger to all of you - but to me he was thus:
+ The first person to give me a sip of illicit underage alcohol (brandy).
+ The first man to drive me at 100 miles per hour (I was 7, it was 1969, in a leather-seated Rover which was the mutts nuts at the time) and make me scream with terror & excitement combined.
+ The man who I insisted I have my 8th birthday party at his house, the year my mum had run off with my primary school headmaster & the whole village was scandalised.
I remember him with a leer & a "Come on sit on my knee & gissa kiss" - until we told him in our mid-teens that really wasn't proper any more. :-(
He did his National Service in the Korean war, during which he saw untold horrors, but earned the respect of his comrades who (those who are left) gave him a Veteran's send-off & guard of honour. 200+ at his funeral in our town's equivalent of a cathedral.
A religious man, yet very naughty. Loved the ladies, loved his gin. Went from living in a caravan with his young bride after the war, to building up a very successful business. Known as The Gentleman Builder (I thought it was because he always said 'thank you' to the ladies afterwards ;-), but apparently it was cos he always wore a short & tie, always).
God bless ya Mo. I had your sort of gin on Wednesday - extra strong - 2/3 gin to 1/3 tonic, ice & a slice and with a 'bottoms up'. And a leer....
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If there is indeed a rogues nice guy gallery 'up there', he'll definitely be in it. With a tall glass of gin & a smile. Along with my first father-in-law, who was also a wonderful funny character who I remember with great fondness.
You're right rowan - it's the fireworks you remember. I want to be a sparkler. Mo was a sky burst. His only flaw was that he was a Mason............... ;-)
You're right rowan - it's the fireworks you remember. I want to be a sparkler. Mo was a sky burst. His only flaw was that he was a Mason............... ;-)
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He came back from Malta last February with a mosquito bite, they thought it had set off his dormant malaria he had when he came back from the war. It took 9 months to diagnosed myodysplasia, then acute leukaemia. They gave him 3 months from that diagnosis, he made 3 weeks. He died the day after my aunt's 80th birthday - there is no way he would have left her before that!
He was no saint. Only this June he was at a family party patting my bum & cheekily scaring my mother by pretending to put his hand up her skirt....... Heaven will be a cheerier place for having him up there. And Earth will be a little less jolly.
He was no saint. Only this June he was at a family party patting my bum & cheekily scaring my mother by pretending to put his hand up her skirt....... Heaven will be a cheerier place for having him up there. And Earth will be a little less jolly.
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