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Obituary                                 Elizabeth Jones    Elizabeth was born in the Orkney Islands in 1931.  The pull of her birthplace always remained strong and she took the Orcadian newspaper weekly by post for the rest of her life.  The youngest of three children, she had a happy childhood surrounded by a large family of uncles, aunts and cousins.  At school she excelled academically and aged eighteen went on to Edinburgh University to read for a degree in English. She then moved to London and, while living with a maiden aunt, took a job with a large advertising agency and later with the publications department of Conservative Central Office.  Elizabeth enjoyed writing and editing and was a finalist in the Vogue magazine competition for young writers.  Her love of literature endured until the last few months of her life, her favourite author being Jane Austen whose wry, sharp observations she much admired   While still in London she met Bobby Jones and their marriage took place in Wimbledon 1958, shortly after which they left for Uganda where Bobby had obtained a teaching post at Busoga College on the shores of Lake Victoria.  During their time there they made many lifelong friends.  Their home became a key part of the community where they were known for their hospitality and generosity.  In fact a contingent of former colleagues and students from Uganda came to Elizabeth’s funeral service, having kept in touch for more than five decades.   In 1966 they decided to return to England where Bobby got a job at Birkenhead School.  They settled happily in Brancote Road and began to attend Palm Grove Methodist Church.  Elizabeth soon became involved as a Sunday School teacher and playing the piano.  When Palm Grove combined with Trinity she helped with Toddlers’ groups, arranging speakers for the Women’s Fellowship and helping with the magazine.  A skilled seamstress, Elizabeth also embroidered some of the hangings that still adorn the church, and, a keen gardener, she planted some of the flowers which are still flourishing in the garden at the top of the car park.  She also loved cooking, baking and inviting people to supper or Sunday lunch.   After Bobby’s death, her neighbours became a wonderful support network.  She grew very close to those who helped her with the house and garden and she loved to sit with them and hear their news.  In 2016, however, after exactly fifty years in Brancote Road, Elizabeth went to live with her daughter Olwen, thereby returning to her old haunts in Wimbledon.     In his retirement Bobby had helped on a project in Orkney to make a record of the gravestones in the local kirkyard and he asked for his ashes to be buried there. Next year Elizabeth’s ashes will also be interred there – by the edge of the sea – looking across the rip tides of the sound, to the Hoy hills and the mountains of Scotland in the distance.  After years away she will be returning home.     Elizabeth was much loved and is much missed.  We send our deepest sympathy to Olwen, Eleanor and their families.   Elizabeth’s funeral service took place in London but there was a Memorial Service at TPG led by the Rev Dr Christine Jones.  Olwen and Eleanor have asked if the following paragraph could be included in LINK: We were very touched that our mother's friends at TPG wanted to hold a special memorial service for her and we were delighted to see so many people there on the day. It was lovely to hear other people’s memories of her and thank you to Christine Jones for pulling it all together. The lunch afterwards was a wonderful opportunity to catch up with everyone on a more personal level. Thank you all for the warm welcome and for the delicious lunch that was obviously a team effort. We really appreciated the planning and preparation everyone had put in and hope it will not be the end of our connection with a very special church family.”   
Obituary                                    Alice Patrick    Alice was born in Wales in 1922.  She was very proud of being Welsh and loved talking about her native country.  Her father was a policeman and the family moved about a lot when she was growing up.  She was one of six children, though her twin died as a young child.  Alice did, however, remain close to her sister Violet, especially when they lived near to each other in Birkenhead.   Throughout her life Alice had a number of jobs: she was a bus conductress whilst living in Wrexham; for a time she was a maid at Eaton Hall; and during the Second World War she was in the ATS.  Alice was a very private person, so exactly what she did during the war or when she visited Germany towards the end of hostilities remains a mystery.   She enjoyed reading newspapers and novels, particularly the novels of Charles Dickens.  In fact she used to be a member of the Dickens Society, and it was a constant regret for her that in her later years she could no longer read for any length of time because of her failing eyesight.  Not being very fond of cooking, she also enjoyed going out for lunch with her sister Vi, and going on coach tours together, not just in the UK, but as far afield as Italy.  Unfortunately, it was on such a trip to Tenby that Vi suffered a heart attack and found herself in hospital for a few weeks recovering, whilst Alice stayed close by in a bed and breakfast.   Then, some four or five years ago, Alice had a fall, which resulted in her having to live in a nursing home, first of all in Rock Ferry and then in Oxton.  She was very independent and her loss of autonomy caused her great sadness, but she was always glad to receive visitors and hear the latest news about church members she knew.  Whenever anyone took anything in for her, whether it was flowers or things like soap or magazines, her face would light up with pleasure and gratitude at being remembered.  She was a kind and lovely lady. May she rest in peace.