The following address was given by Gill Rollo-Smith at a celebration of Sheila’s life on Wednesday the 27th March 2013.Keith, Jamie and the Family would like to thank everyone for coming today to take their leave of Sheila.I knew Sheila for only 24 years, which was not nearly long enough. We both helped out at the toddler group, fetes, Christmas fairs and fund raisers of all sorts. Sheila loved bright colours, especially purple and she was an excellent jumble-sale stall manager - no purple garment on her stall would go un-homed. My daughters adopted her as a surrogate mother because she was kind and a lot less critical than me. To her they confided things they would not divulge to me, although she discretely let me know if any secret was important.Sheila suffered a lot of loss over the years - her mother became ill and passed away, the 2 years during Daniel's illness were terrible and then John's road accident. But all through this, Sheila and Keith were immensely strong and tried to give the boys all the time there was. During Dan’s illness they went to Euro-Disney. The school children were very envious because, not only were they the first to go there, but also they were allowed to skip the queues for the rides!Sheila was not a natural country girl. Keith told me that, when they were courting, she was very dubious about coming to live in Laurel Cottage as the village had no street lights. When Tod arrived Sheila had to forgo her high heeled leather boots and buy some wellingtons - for the first time in her life. However, she never got over her fear of horses and indeed all farm animals, screaming like a little girl and wanting to run away if so much as a sheep or chicken approached. In spite of the livestock and darkness, Sheila was happy in the village and in their warm cosy house.In all those years I only once saw her withoutí her make-up and neat tidy well groomed hair.I did learn to always call out before opening the garden gate in the summer in case she was sunbathing - a serious sun-worshipper.When Sheila herself became ill she was brave and strong - she tolerated and endured an enormous íamount of medical intervention but only became downright angry when she gained weight as a result of the steroids. For a long time no-one knew that this lung problem was to take her away. But sadly, last August the diagnosis changed to cancer and treatment was unsuccessful.Sheila was our hairdresser - the village's hairdresser, she was also on occasions our deliverer of the Echo and for many years one of our dinner ladies at Thorners School. Sheila could drink, no actually she couldn't and she probably shouldn't have either. But she did and always with huge enjoyment. She sometimes needed to be escorted home and occasionally steered away from the streams although I am not entirely sure who was guiding who sometimes. Remarkably and unfairly she never suffered with hangovers.Sheila Barnes was a very good woman, kind and warm hearted, the best of neighbours and a staunch friend and I am both proud and privileged to have known her.
Funeral address by the Reverend Philip Stringer at St Marys Church on Friday 15th June 2018 12 noon (precised).William 'BILL’ Kingston Born 31st May.1930Bill was born on a small farm in a village in County Cork called Drimoleoge, one of a family of 8. The level of poverty in rural Ireland was exceptional in the period known as the Great Depression making work almost impossible to find. As a result, Bill and a few of his brothers decided to make for England. He settled in the Litton Cheney area and began milking for two farmers. Bill and Veronica married in 1956 and settled in Whitethorne Cottage where they remained for the rest of their lives together. John was born in 1958 followed by David in 1962 and Marion two years later. Bill had to keep working hard to make sure that they were always fed and watered.He soon rented a couple of fields and began rearing his own livestock. Together with Cousin Edwin you could find anything from sheep, pigs and horses, to chickens, ducks, geese, turkeys and even one or two beef cattle as part of this enterprise. Bill would be in his element as his brood mares produced foals. Once they were a year old it fell to John to try riding these long legged creatures, but as soon as he was on the back of one of them he was returned to earth with a resounding bump.Bill worked for Dorset County Council looking after school playing fields and gardens. He and Veronica loved to go to Askers Road House for music and dancing on a Saturday night or, after that closed, to the Trinity Club in Dorchester or the West Mead Hotel in Bridport. However, they liked nothing better than a jolly good party with their family and friends and a sing-song with George Hurst on the accordion. Holidays were spent in various places including Scotland, Austria and France. Bill grew his own vegetables, loved his dogs and was always smartly turned out. He used to enjoy the Whist Drives held in Litton Cheney School.You will each have your own memories of Bill. That is good and I hope and pray that you will go on sharing those memories long after this service is over.So by all means shed a tear that Bill has died, but also raise a smile and give thanks to God that he has lived a long and active life and has shared it with each one of you. Take the very best parts of Bill's life and fashion them into an example for your own. Then his dying will not have been in vain.May you rest in peace. Bill.Amen