REMEMBERED BY MARGARET PENNY
I would like to give you my version of this lovely lady and pay tribute
to my dearest, kindest friend, whose sudden and sad loss was reported
in the December issue.
I myself, like Kathleenís husband Maurice, was born in Knottingley but
moved to Pontefract when small. Although I was a couple of years older
than Kathleen, we grew up together in Tanshelf. We became good friends
when Kathleen and Maurice, and myself and Keith, were courting. Keith
lived in Ferrybridge and Maurice in Knottingley, so Kath and I would
go on the bus together to their homes and meet on the return journey
home. Kathleen and Maurice got married in 1958 and Keith and I the following
year. We became firm friends, in fact, as each of our children were
born, we doted on each otherís kids, mine adopting her as Aunty Kath
and likewise her children adopting me as their Aunty Mag. I can honestly
say I loved her children and she loved mine.
Kathleen was a lass who could put her hand to anything, making chair
covers for her own home and those of her many friends, as well as knitting.
She was a smashing cook and baker, which was a delight to any palate.
I remember being late for work many an afternoon while waiting for her
delicious Cornish pasties to come out of the oven so that I could take
one to work for my break; so yummy! She would also boil hams and bake
lovely bread-cakes, which were super.
We had to scrimp and scrape a lot in those days but Kath was a terrific
manager in the household and everyone was always made welcome. We seemed
to be always laughing and having fun, but that's not to say we never
fell out because sometimes we did - life's like that - but we always
managed to get over it and even make a joke of what we had done.
After my husband Keith died young, Kath and Maurice were absolutely
great to me and my children. They would take us on days out with lovely
picnics etc. She would even help decorate my home and with any household
jobs. She loved cleaning and was very house-proud.
I remember we'd save a few bob out of our housekeeping money and Kath,
Maurice and I would have a good evening out for about ten bob which
was a lot in those days. If I were to tell about all our past events
I'd fill books and still not have covered everything, as Kath was the
one who remembered all the details. She never forgot anything.
When I married John, my second husband, Maurice and Kath really liked
him and in fact Maurice even went to a job that John had obtained for
him at the power station. We had some good times, and yes, some not
so good as everyone does, but Kath had a way of making light of the
down times, getting you laughing at the daftest and sometimes not so
funny things. The times we have sat chatting and been in stitches in
her home with Maurice bringing us a cuppa and a sandwich, then leaving
us to it, were so many. Sometimes we talked until way after midnight,
and then I'd stay the night. I always felt like one of the family as
I was always told it was an open door for me by both of them.
When my husband John was killed at Knottingley Chemical Works in 1969,
Kath and Maurice were bricks. They did so much for me and my family.
I could not have gotten through sometimes had it not been for Kathleen,
Maurice and their children. They were such true and caring friends who
were always there for me day or night. They treated me like their own
and I pay tribute to that.
I only wish I could have been more like her. But I loved her so much
and she always said she did not need telling because she knew. I will
never ever forget her or the times we spent and shared together. Kath
used to say, "Mag, we could write a book of our lives", and added, "It'll
be a best-seller!"
I just wanted you to know what lovely caring people Kathleen and Maurice