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Gerry Mason
April 4, 1953 - January 28, 2021
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2021-02-12 12:07:42 View / Comment (0)
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2021-01-31 22:24:53 View / Comment (0)
From about 9 years old, this kind, wonderful, smart and downright hilarious man has been a stalwart in my life, has been there through the very best and worst times and helped shape me who I am as a person. I could go on and on for days, with memories, anecdotes and tales from childhood, teenage years and beyond but the one thing that remains true is that no matter where I was, I could always rely on my "second dad" for advice, usually with a nod, the occasional grunt, legs crossed, pipe in hand, one eye on the tea tray leaving the kitchen and ask me..."right so you're stopping for tea then?" Joyce and Gerry were my home away from home, my sanctuary when I needed respite or when I needed to seek the opinion of someon I respected and cared about...that didn't mean to say I didn't, on occasion with a certain eldest daughter, sneak out of the house and return to find Gerry at the table...legs crossed, pipe in hand, taking in every excuse we could come up with and taking each syllable with a pinch of salt before retiring to bed to inform Joyce "the girls are back, yes they're fine...they went out with a fiver but came back with a tenner and a pizza...no I don't know either..." I cannot put into words how much the world will miss this incredibly special man and I hope he's looking down on us, with the same care and love and integrity he showed us all every day. "Perhaps they are not stars in heaven but tiny openings in which our loved ones can see us and let their love shine through"
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2021-01-31 18:16:38 View / Comment (0)
Robert Lawson
Gerry was my only real uncle. He was someone I knew since the beginning; one of those constant influences that left such a good influence on me on every occasion I met him. When I was very young, he stated at mime for Christmas. I got a table football set and he played it with me when nobody else would. I asked him what team was he. 'Rushden and Diamonds,' he said in his deep, patient voice. When we finished our game and he agreed to play another, I asked him again what team he would be. 'Rushden and Diamonds,' he said again. The thing is, we must have played another five or more times, and each time, I asked him that same question. He answered the same each time. The memory for me, though I might not have effectively conveyed it, reminds me of how annoying I am and how patient Gerry always was. I was a giddy nuisance that so many people would have shunned and would have played one, possibly two, games of table football with, but Gerry was so different. He understood me at that moment. Though I was giddy, I was also happy. Too many people would have focused on the giddy part too much and judged me, but because Gerry always saw the best in people, he saw a happy child that craved attention and wanted to play with someone on his new table football set. It breaks my heart more than I can put into words that I will never see him again. I last saw Gerry in March 2020 and unsurprisingly, my memory of him then, as it always was, is such a positive one - of a happy, kind, respectful person who melted my heart with his beauty. I will miss him so much. I will miss you Gerry. I hope to see you again one day. RIP, you brilliant man.
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2021-01-31 17:23:10 View / Comment (0)
Kirsty Salter
Pappy quickly embraced Emma, Chris and Toby's favourite thing about their move to West Somerset... their friends, the surroundings, the local archeology, music festivals and most importantly... The Creamery. Such a lovely, kind, funny and generally brilliant man. Lots of love to Nanny and all the family xxx
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Jon W
Jon W
Where do I start? I first met Gerry in summer 1993 when we moved into our new houses as neighbours but that rapidly became friends. Gerry has been there celebrating my highs, and was there for my lows in life, but my favourite memory, was the excitement and joy on his face as we walked into the stadium at Twickenham to see England v Wales, Gerry’s first time at the home of Rugby. Who will I start gaze with now? Gerry’s love of space and all that flew there was infectious and now I will never know if his immense ability to spot Starlink satellites, even on cloudy nights was exceptional vision or eye floaters – I rarely saw them on crystal clear nights! Rugby was his passion, although I do recall a summers evening of giggles, after a couple of Gin and Tonics, a few of us on the street somehow (presumably alcoholically influenced) decided to play cricket. Not just a bat and a ball as most would play, out of the loft came the gear, pads, gloves, bat, wickets and ball (a proper cricket ball, not a namby pamby tennis ball). Who knew Gerry possessed such a fine cover drive as he demolished a neighbours flowerbed. “A peach of a stroke” had Test Match Special been commentating. The game was abandoned shortly afterwards. We will all miss you Gerry, and there is many an anecdote I could write, reliving many happy memorable times. Miss you bud x
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