At a very young age I traveled by train with my mum and dad to visit Auntie Peggy and Uncle Fred on the farm. Even at the age of three, the farm was so completely different from my surroundings and way of life in town it was a great and unforgettable experience. From then on I always thought of my Auntie Peg as a farmer's wife, although I knew from my mum that she worked as a children's nurse at times. Whenever we went to the farm it was a holiday for us, and I have fond memories of how Peggy made us so welcome and made our stays enjoyable. Every morning she made sure that we had good farm breakfasts of toast, bacon and eggs and sometimes sausages as well. During the lean years of rationing after the war this was really appreciated. My Auntie Peg was always kind and optimistic and good company. Although I did not see Peggy very often because of the distance involved, I do recollect several occasions when she and Fred came down to Kent primarily to see her mum but also to see her brothers and sisters. My Auntie Peg always kept in touch and I don't think she ever failed to send me a birthday card even up until recent times. Perhaps this was partly because she took her God-Mother responsibilities seriously, I do not know. When we visited her in the bungalow and brought our young children from Canada to see her she was selflessly looking after poor uncle Fred who had become disabled. How she managed to keep this level of effort and care up for such a long time I do not know. It was the greatest display of true love and devotion I have ever witnessed. I think that more than anything demonstrated the kind and loving person she was. In more recent times when we visited auntie Peg was no longer so mobile herself, but she still radiated a warmth and kindness and a love for people. Yes, we will miss you Auntie Peggy! Thank you for being you! Rodney Woolley (nephew)