5th January 1947 – 19th December 2022
One of my fathers favourite authors was Tolkein, so forgive me as I start my eulogy adapting Bilbo Baggins’ scene where he starts to write his book in The Lord of the Rings.
Now where to begin? Ah yes ….
Concerning my Father
Rob Pearce had been living and working in the Shire of Nottingham for many years.
Quite content to sit in his shed and ignore the growing list of jobs created by my mother.
Radcliffe-on-Trent, being after all, full of strange people beyond count. My fathers shed must have seemed a little oasis of peace and quiet apart from the occasional sound of power tools.
Infact it has been remarked by some that my fathers only real passion was for the fettling of wood. A rather unfair observation … as during his life he had also developed a keen interest in the drinking of ales and the smoking of pipes. But where his heart truly lay was in the love of his wife, his family and his friends.
Today of all days, it is bought home to me it is no bad thing to celebrate a wonderful life!
What a life well lived….
I have so many fond memories of my dad it is hard to know where to begin. He touched my life is so many ways.
We both shared a passion for the outdoors. My childhood memories of our family holidays to the Isle of Mull always featured my Dad and I pouring over the geological memoirs and maps of that glorious Isle and planning our sorties to go and seek out its treasures of sapphires, agates, garnets and other exotic minerals. Its true … sometimes we even found some! But what we mostly got was to share long sun soaked days together walking through magnificent scenery and huge vistas, fighting off swarms of midges, negotiating peat bogs, scrambling along sea shores and romping cliff side paths whilst avoiding the mountain goats. Those are the experiences I hold responsible for my life long passion for the outdoors all inspired by dad.
Dad was such a strong and guiding force in my early years. In everything I did, he was there to encourage me, console me when things didn’t work out and more than anything praise me when things did go well.
We moved into 19 Lorne Grove when I was 6. The house needed a good deal of work, and it did take mum and Dad many years to mould the place to their will. But I can remember those days of helping dad strip tens of layers of old wallpaper and him showing me all the skills and tools I would eventually go on to need myself doing up my own homes and boats. I have him to thank for that practicality. It never stopped through my whole life. Dad always took a keen interest in all of my DIY projects. He lent me tools from his extensive collection (some of which I may not have returned yet … sorry dad), and always wanted to help in any way he could. More recently, he loved to talk about our boat and all the projects I was doing to get her shipshape. His woodworking skills were put to good use crafting us a beautiful teak table, the centre piece of our boat saloon as well as many other items he made for us. Sorry mum … I know that these distractions meant that he didn’t get on with the things on your list!
My dad really took to being a grandfather. He liked to be called Pops and never was a man prouder than he of all his grandchildren. I know he took great joy from watching them grow up and wanted to be a part of their lives. Dad was a godsend for Ailsa and I as we struggled with managing jobs and bringing up a young family. My Dad would come over to our house in West Bridgford, making full use of his free bus pass, of which he was very proud, once or twice a week, and would be there to greet our three boys as they got home from school. He would then proceed to cook up a feast always featuring a mountain of broccoli (the only vegetable that was mutually agreeable to our boys) and a variety of delicious meals which he had concocted based on trail and experimentation. These were burgers, chicken nuggets and his infamous fish cakes. Note though that none of these items would be shop bought from the freezer section. Each was freshly and lovingly prepared from scratch. Even Vincent, arguably the fussiest eater of then all would grudgingly agree that pops could cook a fine meal! And I know the boys loved having him around at the end of the school day.The bonus was that when we got home from work, there was always some food left for Ailsa and I, especially broccoli. Thanks Dad!
Some of you may know that Ailsa and I have a passion for sailing. We bought our first yacht, Edelweiss, in 2014, and we had to sail her from Eastbourne to her new home in Portishead. Our boys have never been quite as enthusiastic about sailing as us, but grudgingly they joined us on that trip. About halfway, Ailsa was called away for an emergency at work. Vinnie seized the moment, and took this as an opportunity to jump ship too. That left just myself, Ethan and Caleb the task of getting Edelweiss the 300 or so miles round to Portishead. I needed some help as I was very new to skippering at that point. My Dad came to the rescue. At a moments notice, he dropped everything, jumped on a train and joined us within a few hours. That was so typical of my Dad, couldn’t do enough to help. We had a great laugh on that trip. We didn’t see much of the boys, they hid in their cabins most of the time, but Dad and I sat in the cockpit together, talked and watched the world go by. He of course loved the birdlife at sea. I know he was quite frustrated by sailing though. He kept suggesting that I should install twin 200 horse power engines on the back of the boat. 5 Knots just didn’t cut it! He stuck at the trip all the way, although I could see he was finding it hard work. We rounded lands end together at dawn and had a really difficult sail in tough conditions up to Padstow. I could see the crew were all struggling, and I was starting to anticipate possible mutiny. We were all relieved to get in to port and get to the chippie before it shut. I was beginning to wonder whether my Dad was really cut out for a life at sea? My doubts were confirmed when Ailsa came down to take over from Dad for the last leg. She arrived in the car at around midnight. My dad literally lept off the boat, ran to the car, told Ailsa to leave it running, got in the drivers seat, a quick goodbye and he was off in a cloud of dust! He never admitted it to me, but I know that he had found that trip hard work. But that was my Dad, he would have done anything to help me whenever I asked.
Dad, I still cant believe that you have gone. Taken before your time. I will never forget you dad, and I know your memory will live on within everyone of you here today whose lives he has touched.
Thanks to Sally Williams from St Mary’s in Radcliffe for putting together this video.