Farewell to Fred

Today we said farewell to Fred, who was also known as Tiny.

Growing up, my mother had to work all the hours going in her shop to support me, my brother and my sister, as my father had died when I was only just 4. So I spent Saturdays with Wilk and Fred. Wilk was my second Mum and Fred was like the father I'd never known. 

My best memory of Fred was when the river had burst its banks yet again, and I was lowered onto Fred's shoulder's from an upstairs window! Fred was known as Tiny because he was 6 feet 4!

He lived to 90, but was never the same after Wilk died a couple of years ago.