ian armitage
14-07 2021 15:37
schreef:
The only vaguely positive thing about someone's passing is that you instinctively allow yourself to think about that person and invariably it brings a smile to your face as you remember them.
I have many memories of Gordon, he was always the cool uncle with his love of technology and nice things, very different to his brother (my father) ! I remember helping with his horse racing prediction program, entering all the details from the sporting life for every horse hoping against hope that we'd get a recommendation for a bet and when we didn't (computer says no bet) he'd shrug and give a little chuckle about the time lost and say maybe it was for the best. He had a red, white and black BBC computer, complete with original floppy disks long before anyone else had one. I was mesmerised!
I remember him taking me to Wheldon Road to try and convert me to Castleford, even though I was Leeds. He'd admonish my lack of belief in my 'roots' with a little glint in his eye.
I remember his love of Tennis and him playing at Savile park with his flowing hair, cap and extravagant moustache. I watched often and he encouraged me to play when possible.
I remember Kerry the slobbery dog and us all going to Mamma Mia in Pontefract for a farewell meal shortly before Australia happened.
I remember my dad going out to visit (between heart attacks!) and coming back absolutely gushing over the entire experience, which wasn't at all what I expected!
I think ultimately my admiration for him peaked with his decision to emigrate back in the 90's (despite Helen crying all over me at the airport!). The 3 L's were too little to really understand back then but I'm sure now they realise what a gift it was that he made a tremendously brave decision to move to Oz. A man with the courage of his convictions, a good man, my uncle.
God bless.
Ian
ian armitage
14-07 2021 15:37
schreef:
The only vaguely positive thing about someone's passing is that you instinctively allow yourself to think about that person and invariably it brings a smile to your face as you remember them.
I have many memories of Gordon, he was always the cool uncle with his love of technology and nice things, very different to his brother (my father) ! I remember helping with his horse racing prediction program, entering all the details from the sporting life for every horse hoping against hope that we'd get a recommendation for a bet and when we didn't (computer says no bet) he'd shrug and give a little chuckle about the time lost and say maybe it was for the best. He had a red, white and black BBC computer, complete with original floppy disks long before anyone else had one. I was mesmerised!
I remember him taking me to Wheldon Road to try and convert me to Castleford, even though I was Leeds. He'd admonish my lack of belief in my 'roots' with a little glint in his eye.
I remember his love of Tennis and him playing at Savile park with his flowing hair, cap and extravagant moustache. I watched often and he encouraged me to play when possible.
I remember Kerry the slobbery dog and us all going to Mamma Mia in Pontefract for a farewell meal shortly before Australia happened.
I remember my dad going out to visit (between heart attacks!) and coming back absolutely gushing over the entire experience, which wasn't at all what I expected!
I think ultimately my admiration for him peaked with his decision to emigrate back in the 90's (despite Helen crying all over me at the airport!). The 3 L's were too little to really understand back then but I'm sure now they realise what a gift it was that he made a tremendously brave decision to move to Oz. A man with the courage of his convictions, a good man, my uncle.
God bless.
Ian
ian armitage
ian armitage
The only vaguely positive thing about someone's passing is that you instinctively allow yourself to think about that person and invariably it brings a smile to your face as you remember them. I have many memories of Gordon, he was always the cool uncle with his love of technology and nice things, very different to his brother (my father) ! I remember helping with his horse racing prediction program, entering all the details from the sporting life for every horse hoping against hope that we'd get a recommendation for a bet and when we didn't (computer says no bet) he'd shrug and give a little chuckle about the time lost and say maybe it was for the best. He had a red, white and black BBC computer, complete with original floppy disks long before anyone else had one. I was mesmerised! I remember him taking me to Wheldon Road to try and convert me to Castleford, even though I was Leeds. He'd admonish my lack of belief in my 'roots' with a little glint in his eye. I remember his love of Tennis and him playing at Savile park with his flowing hair, cap and extravagant moustache. I watched often and he encouraged me to play when possible. I remember Kerry the slobbery dog and us all going to Mamma Mia in Pontefract for a farewell meal shortly before Australia happened. I remember my dad going out to visit (between heart attacks!) and coming back absolutely gushing over the entire experience, which wasn't at all what I expected! I think ultimately my admiration for him peaked with his decision to emigrate back in the 90's (despite Helen crying all over me at the airport!). The 3 L's were too little to really understand back then but I'm sure now they realise what a gift it was that he made a tremendously brave decision to move to Oz. A man with the courage of his convictions, a good man, my uncle. God bless. Ian
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