Sonny loved
telling jokes; some would make you laugh, others would make you groan
and some were so old they had been translated from Egyptian
hieroglyphics.
He was a
fan of the “Goons” and “Monty Python” and had a sense of humour that
found its way into the everyday – for example a cooking recipe;
“RICHMOND SAUSAGES – Gas mark 7, 17 to 22 minutes. Place on tray in
middle of oven. Turn occasionally, the sausages, not you.”
Sonny loved
telling stories too; stories from when he was a lad scrumping apples in
Tooting, from his schooldays at Fircroft Primary School, as an wartime
evacuee with his younger brother and two sisters in Littlehampton and
then West Wittering, his service in the Royal Navy, the Merchant Navy
and his subsequent work and family life. Sonny so loved telling stories
to family, friends, neighbours and anyone else he might meet.
In 1941 he
was a member of the 1st
Chichester Battalion, Sussex Home Guard, receiving on the 4th
March a commendation from the Officer Commanding regarding items he
found; “property that may very easily belonged to the enemy”. The
commendation goes onto say “it is work of the nature that you have
performed in finding these articles that makes you so useful in the
defence of the country.” Sonny was thirteen at the time.
1943 saw
him enlisted in the Royal Navy undergoing training in Scotland, where he
was put on a charge for sauntering along to “A Life on the Oceans Wave”.
But Sonny didn’t mind, as that meant doing more ‘rope work’ or ‘boxing
the compass’ and these things he enjoyed. It was in Scotland that he
became confirmed in the Church of Scotland. After training he joined HMS
Pheasant as a stoker, the youngest member of the crew. He once fell into
the dry dock at Gibraltar (he was drunk) and witnessed the Japanese
surrender in 1945. He was hospitalised in Australia with malaria and
returned late from weekend leave (drunk again) managing to talk his way
out of disciplinary action!
In later
life Sonny would join the HMS Pheasant Shipmates Association known as
the “U49’ers” after the ships pennant number “U49”. He was once asked by
the postman, seeing the U49 newsletter, if he had served in the German
Navy!
After the
war Sonny joined the Merchant Navy and travelled the world; from Panama
City to Pitcairn Island, from America to South Africa, Hong Kong,
Australia and New Zealand. In America, he experienced racial segregation
first hand and in Australia he worked on a sheep farm. In South America,
he bought silk ties and shirts. From Pitcairn Island he bought home a
carving of a flying fish.
After leaving the Merchant Navy, he went into Floral
Sundries, working in the Covent Garden Fruit, Flower and Vegetable
Market and after a brief spell in 1968/69 working for the Post Office
(he took part in the six mile round London Postman’s Walk) he went back
to working for Cocquerels Sundries as their Warehouse and Transport
Manager and latterly as the manager of their shop in the New Covent
Garden Market at Nine Elms.
It was as
the manager of the shop that Sonny really came into his own; he loved
working ‘front of house’ laughing and joking with his customers. He was
given a free rein to buy in whatever he thought would sell well (and it
always did) driving a hard bargain with his suppliers.
Sonny was
very much for family; he often spoke of his Gran and Grandad and he
never forgot his sister Jean, who died in 1933 just one year old. When
evacuated on the 1st
September 1939 Sonny made sure that he and his brother and sisters were
all kept together, not an easy thing when there are four young children
to be accommodated.
Sonny
married Maureen on the 1st
January 1955; they had two children, Michael and Lynn, five
grandchildren and five great grandchildren. Sonny cared for Maureen
after her stroke in 2014 right up to her death in 2017. They had been
married for 62 years and were very much a couple; Sonny never got over
the loss of Maureen.
Five years
and two days after Maureen’s death they were reunited.
There is
too little time to tell you more but you can see his was truly a life
well lived.
And
finally, to end in his own words;
“This has
been an ESB Miracle Production – if it’s good it’s a Miracle”
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