Memories of you, Trevor, my dear little brother. Not so little these days!
I am going to begin with one or two early memories. Firstly when you came home from hospital having had your tonsils out mum and dad bought you a fort, and I was very jealous and went and kicked it. Not a very nice thing to do. If I remember rightly I was about six or seven.
Another time was in the garden. You and I filled in all the cracks in the shed in different coloured plastercine and then pretended to paint it using brushes and water! We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and mum didn’t say a word! Dad was not very happy but mum said we were quiet so let us get on with it! HaHa what fun. We had to take out all the plastercine straight away!
You were a blue-eyed curly-haired gorgeous little boy, and everyone always remarked about your wonderful head of fair curls. The bus conductors always use to say “Goodbye Curly`’ to which you would always reply “Why does everyone have to call me Curly?” You would soak your head with water, and try to straighten all your curls out. However, it wasn’t long before you soon had a head of corkscrews!
I have happy memories of holidays spent at Nanna and Grandpa’s house in Southend. Mum’s mum and Dad.
Do you remember the great big holes Dad used to dig for us in the sand? He always took his garden spade away on holiday, in order to dig us huge holes, with seats all around and steps to climb out. Such fun. Do you remember the kite flying? we would send messages up the string and watch them twirl around until they reached the top. How lucky we were to have a beach hut two weeks of the year at Thorpe Bay. Friends and family would come and spend time with us, and often there would be several of us either out on the mud or swimming in the sea.
When you were just turned eight we had our first holiday somewhere different, which was at Lyme Regis. What an adventure this was! We used to ride in the engine, from where we were staying in a camp coach at Compyne, all the way to Lyme Regis. We got to know the drivers, who allowed us to travel in the engine. This wouldn’t be heard of these days; but we had such fun, and so exciting.
We were accused of stealing Mums chocolate gingers. The following day she knew the real culprit, when Sambo? our black poodle was sick. Sambo? you couldn’t call a dog that now!!
Now Trevor, I want to thank you for all your genourisity over the years. The wonderful skiing holiday you took me on which I will never forget and was such an experience. All the parties you’ve given for various occasions, and the amount of effort you always gave to them, to make sure everyone enjoyed themselves. All the times we came and stayed with you, when the children were growing up.You were always so generous. Thank you for allowing us to spend time on your boat at Worcester in recent years. It gives such pleasure to John and me, more than I can say.
You have so much to offer Trevor, and you give of yourself so much, probably too much sometimes.
You will always be my favourite little brother! I love you so much and would now like to wish you
A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY from myself, John, and all our family.
Thank you for always being there for me, and for your support.
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