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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.

SHEILA BARNES 1952-2013

My Father had a very full and happy life. People will have many memories of him. He was born in 1921 on a farm near Drimoleague in West Cork, Ireland one of a family of 8 children, from a different era: • oil lamps and candles for lighting • water from a well • horse and cart for transport • horses for ploughing • open fire for cooking • grew their own vegetables • kept pigs and chickens Aged 5 he went to the local school – 1 mile away across the fields: • 6 of the family were there at one time • with one teacher in one school room He enjoyed his school days but remembered a very strict teacher keen on corporal punishment and one very kind lady teacher. He left school aged 14. At 15 he went to work for a local farmer, earning 8/- a week and lodging. He was milking 25 cows outdoors, ploughing with horses, growing potatoes, haymaking and feeding pigs He worked 6 full days, 8 am–6 pm and milked on Sunday morning. After a year he moved to another farm, with the offer of 10/- a week! Again milking 25 cows, but inside. He stayed here for 7 years, by which time he earned £1 a week! In 1944 he worked with his brother Frank, who had bought a Fordson Major tractor for £300 and later a steam threshing machine. They made regular trips to Clonakily (18 miles) to sell loads of flax for £8, then went to the beach and fill a trailer with sand for the return journey, to sell for £4 to farmers to spread on their fields. There was no cab on tractors then – he remembered some very wet and cold journeys. He often drove cattle 10 miles to market in Dunmanway and walked back, often with unsold cattle. In 1948 Major Golding, a retired army officer, whose family lived near Drimoleague was looking for a farm manager for Court Farm in Litton Cheney, Dorset. The local rector recommended my father, so in October 1948 he came to England to be met at Paddington Station with the Cork Examiner under his arm so Mrs Golding could recognise him. He was paid £4 a week and a £5 bonus at Christmas. He milked 25 cows by hand, outdoors in the yard by The Cheesehouse. He lived at Court Farm House for 3 years before the house and dairy was built at Four Meads. He enjoyed the social whirl of Litton Cheney – trips to The White Horse, even to Bridport on the bus. Milking progressed from hand milking outdoors to an indoor parlour, updated at various times. Eventually there were about 70 cows – all with individual names which he knew! He milked the cows 7 days a week with only Sunday afternoons off and had just 2 weeks holiday a year. He was a very fit and strong man. He is still remembered for lifting a 3 cwt blacksmith’s anvil and for winning a prize for pitching a hay bale over a high bar. On his annual visits back to Ireland he met up and persuaded Ruby Deane to visit Litton Cheney and see the farm which she agreed to. Anyway she must have liked the place as they were married in Ireland the following year. A few years later my brother and I were born and we had a happy childhood at Four Meads. The farm was sold in 1978 which meant a change of career – so he ventured into gardening and odd jobs locally and bought some Court Farm land for a smallholding. He did a big range of jobs (large and small) and was very busy – many local gardens owe their present design to my father’s hard work. In the winter he regularly did vast lengths of hedges and cleared many miles of farm ditches. On reaching 65, many of his regular clients did a collection and presentation for him (anticipating his retirement!). However he felt much too young to retire and continued as busy as ever. Another collection and another presentation was organised when he reached 75! He did reduce his workload slightly, but continued keeping sheep and growing huge quantities of potatoes and vegetables at home. My mother and father enjoyed over 50 years of happy married life, celebrating their golden wedding anniversary with their family, including their 3 grandchildren who were very special to them. Sadly a few years later my mother passed away and then my father retired from sheep farming. However he kept as active as possible, always working on projects at home – sheds, polytunnels, hedges, vegetable and flower beds and many other things. My father always enjoyed his annual visits to Ireland, catching up with family and friends and chatting about old times, often late into the night. He was very sociable and really enjoyed talking to people and catching up with the news. He enjoyed walking around the village and meeting people and enjoyed many local social events and more recently the Village Café. He was a very fit and strong man who always worked very hard. He was a great husband, a great father and grandfather, a good friend and good man. He will be sadly missed. Paul Kingston’s words spoken at his father’s funeral 23rd November 2012

EDWIN KINGSTON 1921 – 2012

Some of you may be wondering why I have been given the honour of delivering this eulogy today. Well, initially Gordon Moxom was asked to give it but, for health reasons, he felt unable to do so and I was asked to deputise. I would like to thank him very much for his help with its production. You might then ask “why Gordon Moxom”? What has he to do with the family? Well, not many of you may know that Veronica and Gordon’s mother were sisters, which made Veronica Gordon’s Auntie. Not only that, within a few weeks in 1937, they were both born in Whitethorne Cottage. Veronica of course went on to spend her entire life there. In 1942 Veronica started at Thorner’s School when Mrs Dennis was Head Teacher. In 1948 she passed her 11+ exam and went on to Bridport Grammar School. The main thing that Gordon recalls from this period was that, like her father, she was a keen and very good swimmer – a fact which her daughter Marion tells us she did not know. During family outings to Bexington or Burton beach she would literally spend hours in the water emerging only for a brief lunchtime picnic. In the early 1950’s she met Bill, a dashing young Irish fellow who had come to work in the village. In September 1956 they were married in this very church and remained devoted for 56 years, raising three children in their tiny cottage. Until the last few years, when ill health prevented her from getting out and about so much, she was a very active member of the community. With her two brothers, Ron and Bill, she drove for the family taxi service and also spent 30 years of her life as a voluntary driver for the Hospital Car Service driving as far as Exeter and Ringwood in the process. She spent a lot of time raising money for the Lifepack and Air Ambulance services. On top of this she also led a very active social life particularly enjoying dancing and bingo and was a member of the local ladies’ skittle team. She and Bill helped to start up and run the Youth Club in the old Sunday School and held whist and beetle drives before there was a village Social Committee. She also liked a good joke and always made sure Bill received the latest Jethro tape for Christmas so that she could watch it and go repeatedly through its contents afterwards. On these sad occasions we all recall our own fond memories of the departed. In my case there are two stand-out things that I recall – parties and cakes. Veronica lover her parties and would use any excuse to throw one. Bill’s birthday, wedding anniversaries, the dog’s birthday….. or we sometimes had a “we haven’t had a party lately” party. Some major events were held at the school or the White Horse but the ones I loved were at the cottage. We all crowded into that tiny living room, a fire glowing in the grate, an enormous spread of food laid out in the kitchen and George Hurst perched on his stool in the corner playing his accordion. After every 4 or 5 songs George would announce that he was stopping for a fag and a drop of “unleaded”. During the course of the evening most of us imbibed a fair amount of unleaded as well. Everybody had their own favourite George song but the highlight of the evening was when Veronica requested George to sing the Pig Song, especially for the two young grandchildren William and Nicholas. They would sit on the floor and stare goggle eyed at George as he sang it. Do you know the Pig Song? It goes “there was an old farmer had an old sow… As you can see Whitethorne Cottage was the cultural centre of Litton Cheney at that time! Towards the end of the evening Bill would come round and dispense a drop of potcheen specially flown in from Ireland for the occasion. Now I can assure you that this was definitely not unleaded – more like 6 or 7 stars! So eventually we would all stagger home wined and dined with a warm glow in our bellies. And it was the same with cakes. Any excuse and Veronica would bake a cake. Every now and again Janice, my wife, would come back from a visit to Whitethorne Cottage and say “Veronica’s baked you another cake” often adding “she doesn’t think it’s turned out right though”. “Oh!”, I’d say, “what’s the excuse this time?” “You gave Bill a couple of tomato plants”, or “you gave Bill a lift into Bridport”, or “you looked after the dog for the day”….things which most of us would not have thought twice about – but Veronica did. So I’d go into the kitchen and sample the new cake. Birthday cake, Christmas cake, apple cake, lemon drizzle cake. rich fruit cake – it didn’t matter which, always perfectly turned out and always delicious. Of course it wasn’t just for me that she baked cakes. Gordon Anderson tells me that when he was a scoutmaster Veronica always baked one for any fund raising event they held, without being asked of course. These simple anecdotes serve to illustrate how fun loving, kind, thoughtful and generous Veronica was. As we can see from this crowded congregation, she was much loved by many, many people. She will never be forgotten and we wish Bill and the family all the best for the future as they try to come to terms with her untimely death. Like the rest of you, I will miss her – especially the cakes. Thank you. David Hearn

Veronica Kingston (nee Wilcox) 1937-2013

BILL and VERONICA KINGSTON

VERONICA - 1937-2013

BILL - 1930-2018