November 27 2020

We said goodbye to Karen’s sister, Jen, today.

Sadly Covid restrictions have taken much of the humanity out of times like this; words and ceremony have to stand alone: no hugging, no shaking hands, no departing to a pub wake to move from mourning through the retelling of stories of Jen’s life not known to all, or long near forgotten, and so to celebrate a life lived well.

November 8

Remembrance Sunday

I never knew uncle Jimmy. He died on May 22 1944 aged just 21 years old after his Lancaster bomber was shot down and crashed in the Wash. He is buried in Cambridge Cemetery with his crew mates.

Jimmy was born in 1922 at 134 Ravenscroft Road, Beckenham. He went to Penge and Beckenham Grammar School. After leaving, Jimmy worked in a bank. As war became likely he joined the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve and then served as a bomb aimer in The RAF.

He’d been married to Betty for just one year when he died.

I remember Jimmy and all those with him.