George was born in Erith Kent. He had one younger brother,ing Cliff. Their father who worked in Engineering encouraged them to become engineers and he also encouraged them to be competitive sportsmen.
George took part in Sport all his life. Boxing,cricket,football and in later years snooker and bowls, he was a winner in all of them.
George became a skilled lathe turner, but in England in the 30's work was hard to find. His father died and George ended up going from job to job, often being laid off. He was also looking after his ailing mother. Eventually she died and he had more freedom, the war came and he was working at the Royal Arsenal. He had lost a finger in a lathe accident for which he was paid the sum of 25 pounds. The missing finger always fascinated me when I was child. It was very neat, like it had never been there.
In 1942 George married Ruth, my Nana. It must have been a shock for him. Four girls, two almost grown and two younger who were all used to going their own way. I can't comment on what he was like as a stepfather. My mother did her duty by him in his old age but she had no warmth for him. As a Grandfather to me and my sisters, he couldn't have been better. Very loving, never forgot a birthdan and interested in everything we did despite being almost totally deaf in later years. He heard the lathe he operated at the Arsenal in his head till the day he died. His workmates also suffered terrible tinnitus. There was no compensation when you worked for the Government.
George looked after Nana until she died in 1968, he was terribly sad and never stopped missing her but he kept busy doing sport and entertaining the local elderly widows who he would invite to the house for tea parties. He had one of those comb over hair styles which were popular with bald men in those times until he fell asleep in the chair one night after Christmas dinner and my sister cut it off. Once he got over the shock he said it looked better and kept it like that for the rest of his life. He was open to anything really. He was happy to play any game with us when we were young or sing to us. He was a mean card player and taught me cribbage at a very young age so that we could play together.
He was a really great grandfather, although he would have loved for us to call him that, my mother would not allow it, so to us he was always Uncle George.
His health was pretty good until he was 84. He was admitted to hospital and we went to see him each night, he seemed fine until one night after we had visited he had a sudden massive heart attack and died. It was good that he went like that, he would have hated being frail and ill. I hope he knew that he was loved
George took part in Sport all his life. Boxing,cricket,football and in later years snooker and bowls, he was a winner in all of them.
George became a skilled lathe turner, but in England in the 30's work was hard to find. His father died and George ended up going from job to job, often being laid off. He was also looking after his ailing mother. Eventually she died and he had more freedom, the war came and he was working at the Royal Arsenal. He had lost a finger in a lathe accident for which he was paid the sum of 25 pounds. The missing finger always fascinated me when I was child. It was very neat, like it had never been there.
In 1942 George married Ruth, my Nana. It must have been a shock for him. Four girls, two almost grown and two younger who were all used to going their own way. I can't comment on what he was like as a stepfather. My mother did her duty by him in his old age but she had no warmth for him. As a Grandfather to me and my sisters, he couldn't have been better. Very loving, never forgot a birthdan and interested in everything we did despite being almost totally deaf in later years. He heard the lathe he operated at the Arsenal in his head till the day he died. His workmates also suffered terrible tinnitus. There was no compensation when you worked for the Government.
George looked after Nana until she died in 1968, he was terribly sad and never stopped missing her but he kept busy doing sport and entertaining the local elderly widows who he would invite to the house for tea parties. He had one of those comb over hair styles which were popular with bald men in those times until he fell asleep in the chair one night after Christmas dinner and my sister cut it off. Once he got over the shock he said it looked better and kept it like that for the rest of his life. He was open to anything really. He was happy to play any game with us when we were young or sing to us. He was a mean card player and taught me cribbage at a very young age so that we could play together.
He was a really great grandfather, although he would have loved for us to call him that, my mother would not allow it, so to us he was always Uncle George.
His health was pretty good until he was 84. He was admitted to hospital and we went to see him each night, he seemed fine until one night after we had visited he had a sudden massive heart attack and died. It was good that he went like that, he would have hated being frail and ill. I hope he knew that he was loved
George was born in Erith Kent. He had one younger brother,ing Cliff. Their father who worked in Engineering encouraged them to become engineers and he also encouraged them to be competitive sportsmen.
George took part in Sport all his life. Boxing,cricket,football and in later years snooker and bowls, he was a winner in all of them.
George became a skilled lathe turner, but in England in the 30's work was hard to find. His father died and George ended up going from job to job, often being laid off. He was also looking after his ailing mother. Eventually she died and he had more freedom, the war came and he was working at the Royal Arsenal. He had lost a finger in a lathe accident for which he was paid the sum of 25 pounds. The missing finger always fascinated me when I was child. It was very neat, like it had never been there.
In 1942 George married Ruth, my Nana. It must have been a shock for him. Four girls, two almost grown and two younger who were all used to going their own way. I can't comment on what he was like as a stepfather. My mother did her duty by him in his old age but she had no warmth for him. As a Grandfather to me and my sisters, he couldn't have been better. Very loving, never forgot a birthdan and interested in everything we did despite being almost totally deaf in later years. He heard the lathe he operated at the Arsenal in his head till the day he died. His workmates also suffered terrible tinnitus. There was no compensation when you worked for the Government.
George looked after Nana until she died in 1968, he was terribly sad and never stopped missing her but he kept busy doing sport and entertaining the local elderly widows who he would invite to the house for tea parties. He had one of those comb over hair styles which were popular with bald men in those times until he fell asleep in the chair one night after Christmas dinner and my sister cut it off. Once he got over the shock he said it looked better and kept it like that for the rest of his life. He was open to anything really. He was happy to play any game with us when we were young or sing to us. He was a mean card player and taught me cribbage at a very young age so that we could play together.
He was a really great grandfather, although he would have loved for us to call him that, my mother would not allow it, so to us he was always Uncle George.
His health was pretty good until he was 84. He was admitted to hospital and we went to see him each night, he seemed fine until one night after we had visited he had a sudden massive heart attack and died. It was good that he went like that, he would have hated being frail and ill. I hope he knew that he was loved
George took part in Sport all his life. Boxing,cricket,football and in later years snooker and bowls, he was a winner in all of them.
George became a skilled lathe turner, but in England in the 30's work was hard to find. His father died and George ended up going from job to job, often being laid off. He was also looking after his ailing mother. Eventually she died and he had more freedom, the war came and he was working at the Royal Arsenal. He had lost a finger in a lathe accident for which he was paid the sum of 25 pounds. The missing finger always fascinated me when I was child. It was very neat, like it had never been there.
In 1942 George married Ruth, my Nana. It must have been a shock for him. Four girls, two almost grown and two younger who were all used to going their own way. I can't comment on what he was like as a stepfather. My mother did her duty by him in his old age but she had no warmth for him. As a Grandfather to me and my sisters, he couldn't have been better. Very loving, never forgot a birthdan and interested in everything we did despite being almost totally deaf in later years. He heard the lathe he operated at the Arsenal in his head till the day he died. His workmates also suffered terrible tinnitus. There was no compensation when you worked for the Government.
George looked after Nana until she died in 1968, he was terribly sad and never stopped missing her but he kept busy doing sport and entertaining the local elderly widows who he would invite to the house for tea parties. He had one of those comb over hair styles which were popular with bald men in those times until he fell asleep in the chair one night after Christmas dinner and my sister cut it off. Once he got over the shock he said it looked better and kept it like that for the rest of his life. He was open to anything really. He was happy to play any game with us when we were young or sing to us. He was a mean card player and taught me cribbage at a very young age so that we could play together.
He was a really great grandfather, although he would have loved for us to call him that, my mother would not allow it, so to us he was always Uncle George.
His health was pretty good until he was 84. He was admitted to hospital and we went to see him each night, he seemed fine until one night after we had visited he had a sudden massive heart attack and died. It was good that he went like that, he would have hated being frail and ill. I hope he knew that he was loved
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