Never knew you but loved your wife my aunt Eva ,hope to see you in heaven one day , a true hero
Oh me lad me Sunderland lad, with bonny blue eyes and dark brown hair, upon the battles 'bloody plain' he's sure to tak his own part there. Proudly he marched away from home without any fear of danger, but little he knew by Tunstal hillside, he would sleep in the land of a stranger...you will always be our hero Uncle Billy, remenbered always by Nephew Harold and great nephews Stephen, Ian William John andMichael Thompson.
To my Great Uncle Jimmy, My granddad, your brother, David always spoke about you with high regard and love. You fought bravely and helped to shape the world that I live in now and we are sorry you were never able to see it. We will always remember you and the stories that Granddad told. We know he loved and missed you dearly. I hope you have both found each other again up there. We will always remember you. forever in out hearts love the Lawson-Tafe family xxx
To Charles Henry William Bottomley, beloved son of Henry and Martha Bottomley, sister to Margaret Wallace Mann nee Bottomley, cousin to Edward Thomas Wallace, Charles was fondly remember by all. Peter G Wallace
i never met you but knew you thru nan and others
Thinking of you today grandad my hero x
God Bless Clarence, your sacrifice has helped give us freeom.
“When you go Home, tell them of us and say, For your Tomorrow, we gave our Today”
My father would have been 100 years old this year but I never knew his birthday...I was three years old when he was killed.
Thinking of you again at this time of remembrance
We may never have met but I will always remember you xx
RIP Uncle Ron
As a child in 1960/70's I lived next door to Eric Swinney's mother. A lovely, sweet lady in Darras Hall, Ponteland, Northumberland. Her cottage was on Woodside and called Geelong (a reference to Australian connection) since demolished. I remember a colour-tinted photo of Eric which hung pride of place in her cottage. I was and am still a great horse-lover. 'Nana Swinney' gave me a hunting crop which belonged to her son Eric which I have treasured, it has spent time in the USA when I lived there and now resides in our Farmhouse in Derbyshire . Wish I'd asked more about Eric and how she'd coped with loss. Have seen his name in the memorial books of St Clements in London. Bless him xx
Although I never met you uncle Roy I wish to thank you for your service and sacrifice, your brothers son Robert
In memory of my uncle James who I never met but heard a lot about. Lest we forget.
We never knew you but was told all about you from your wife Helen and your sister Jane and your brother tom our dad. Your nephew thomas.