In Loving Memory
This page is for you to place a short dedication in memory of a loved one.
Please email me and I will do my best to carry out your wishes.

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I loved you all to pieces, then glued you back together again.

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In Loving Memory of my very dear old Dad
Richard Bruce Drakes (1912-1988)


He was a very dear man and a much-loved father to all of his children. His ancient Y-DNA was Western European; his direct male-line ancestors went back to the Cro-Magnons of 45,000 years ago, who created the cave-paintings of southern France and northern Spain.

'I really miss him; he was a good dad and warmed a room with his presence.' Paul Drakes

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In Loving Memory of my very dear younger brother
Paul Richard Drakes (1963-2013)

A young life so sadly lost to us all; we will dearly miss him.


Only Paul could have, would have, and did park his tractor in his front garden.
How he got it through his drive entrance is unbelievable, but he did.
I often wondered if that loose coping stone on the right was a victim of this adventure?

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In Loving Memory of my un-named baby half-sister, who was still-born at sea about June 1940.
Her pregnant mother and her young brother left England for Canada due to World War II.



unknown, but not forgotten - Chris Drakes

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In Loving Memory of my very dear mother-in-law
Eunice Katherine Elizabeth Morrison (née Kearley) (1924-2002)


A loving 'mother' and 'Sister' to all who needed her - she was wise, thoughtful and clever.
She was intelligent with a keen sense of humour, a brilliant home-maker and a wonderful cook.
She was beautiful, inside and out - I miss her dearly and know that she will always be with us.
                                                                                                           Chris Drakes

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In Loving Memory of my dear old father-in-law
Ronald Compton Morrison (1921-2010)
whose ancient Scottish Y-DNA ancestry was Viking


A loving father and true 'Brother' to many; he was a quiet man, but was 'always there' for his family and friends. He was very intelligent and had a remarkable memory - in his mid-80s he learnt the words of Stanley Holloway's monologue 'Albert and the Lion' and performed it publicly at a school event; the following year, he learnt the sequel 'Albert's Return', which he also performed at the same school. There was always a trace of the cheeky little boy in him, and he had a good sense of humour. He was very quick-whitted, as is evidenced by the following incident, when he was about 79; he stated, “When you die it all goes black; there is nothing to look forward to.” His wife Eunice replied, “Well, I’m going to heaven; I don’t know where you are going but I obviously won’t be there.” He instantly came back with, “Perhaps there is something to look forward to then”, to the great amusement of all the family present. In fairness, after she died he constantly talked about waiting to join her – so they are together after all. He was a brilliant Dad and Grandad - we all miss him dearly.
                                                                                                           Chris Drakes

"Grandad will be greatly missed by us all.
He is loved dearly and will remain in our hearts forever."
                                                                                                               Peter James Drakes

How long does a man live after all?
And how much does he live while he lives?
We fret and ask so many questions -
then when it comes to us
the answer is so simple after all.

A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
for as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
for as long as we ourselves live,
holding memories in common, a man lives.

His lover will carry his man's scent, his touch:
his children will carry the weight of his love.
One friend will carry his arguments,
another will hum his favourite tunes,
another will still share his terrors.

And the days will pass with baffled faces,
then the weeks, then the months,
then there will be a day when no question is asked,
and the knots of grief will loosen in the stomach
and the puffed faces will calm.
And on that day he will not have ceased
but will have ceased to be separated by death.

Extract from part of So many different lengths of time, by Brian Patten

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In Loving Memory of my very dear aunt Joan Barnby Drakes (1922-2005).


Joan Barnby Drakes and 'Sekard Tulyiu of Isti' at Crufts Dog Show in 1958.


As a small child, she was a polio victim, but she kept on going. She grew up to become one of life's "Dr. Dolittle" characters. She lived alone with numerous animals, many of which had been given to her due to: old age, infirmity, being vicious through violent treatment, or just no longer wanted. She could get a hamster to come when its name was called, an old horse to count numbers with its hoof on the floor and to 'smile' on command, and even turn a terrifying guard dog into a cuddly pet. She saved many animals from an early death and gave numerous animals a loving home for their last days. No animal, whatever its attitude or condition, was turned away. She lived just to help our dumb friends, and was a natural animal-lover to the end. The world is poorer without her.


Joan and her dog with her pony & trap at the rear of her home in Luton, Beds. about 1952.

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To the Memory of Clarence Cade of North Carolina, USA (1913-2008), who died aged 94.


He was a committed genealogist and spent many years researching the 'Cade' side of our family; he self-published his 'Cade' research and circulated copies around his extended family in the USA and England, which he visited several times as part of his research. We will miss his cheerful personality and his interest in our family history. Both he and I are descended from the issue of the marriage of Joseph Cade and Sarah Musgrave in 1822. Whilst I had started my 'all lines' family history research many years before I met him; I had become 'stuck' in the late 18th century on the 'Drakes' line and had virtually given up that branch of my tree. It was Clarence who inspired me to undertake a one-name study of the Lincolnshire Wolds 'Drakes' family, which has since grown to cover all variant spellings of this surname around the world. Clarence has now joined our ancestors, but he will never be forgotten.
Chris Drakes

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In Memory of a very dear man, John White (1928-2010), a good friend and a perfect 'Brother' to many.

Some people make a difference
just by being who they are,
Their inner light shines bright and touches lives
both near and far ....
And even when they're gone,
they still forever play a part in the smiles,
the priceless moments,
that are treasured in the heart.

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Also to the fraternal memory of

Ron Johnson, Colin Edward Jones, Tom White, Tony Davadra, Ernest Radcliffe Bond, Charles Edward Morton, Albert J. Hassard, George McLean, Kenneth John Pointer, Trevor John Potter, John Ernest Cummins, William Thomas Stone, A.G. Couzens, Jethalal Damji Waghela, John H. Potter, Jack Helm & Jack Pitman.

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In Loving Memory of Sylvia Ivy Kemp (1932-2012) a good friend's beloved wife, a mother and a grandmother.

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In Loving Memory of a very dear young mother Emma Hill (née Crew) (1974-2011),
who sadly leaves her lovely husband and two beautiful little children aged 3 & 5.

She was such an open loving person with everyone she knew.
"She could make friends with an empty room."
God bless her and keep her safe.

Forever In Our Hearts

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In Loving Memory of my very dear friend Peter Rowland Gilbey (1937-2012).

He was a caring man, who lived for his family and friends.
He was a true friend, who took any problem I had to his heart.
We shared hobbies, interests, and some character traits.
Smiles were often hard-one, but always worth the effort.
I will always remember him and always miss him.
God keep him safe until we meet again.


And in Loving Memory of his dear wife Janet, who sadly died in 2014.

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In Loving Memory of a very dear young mother Diana Fleur Okyere (née Dennis) (1975-2012),
who sadly leaves her dear husband and two lovely young teenagers aged 13 & 14.

She was a quiet unassuming person, who was totally unaware of her own worth, which made her even more loved by all who knew her.

God bless her and keep her safe.

Forever In Our Hearts

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In Loving Memory of Charles William Drakes (1914-1993) & Dorothy Maud Drakes (1917-2014),

Sadly missed by all who knew them. May God bless them and keep them safe.

Forever Remembered

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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

`The Ruba`iyat of Omar Khayyám' (c1048-1122)

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Lives are lived and time passes on;
nothing that has happened can be changed;
we can only learn to live with it.
                                                          Chris Drakes

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Lo there do I see my father;
Lo there do I see my mother,
     my sisters, and my brothers;     
Lo there do I see the line of my people,
     back to the beginning;     
Lo they do call me;
They bid me take my place among them,
in the halls of Valhalla,
where the brave may live forever.
                                          Ibn Fadhlan (920/922AD)

This quote was used in the Viking film, ‘The 13th Warrior’, which was loosely based on the writings of Ibn Fadhlan, an Arab traveller of about 920/922AD; he lived for a time with the Swedish Vikings, who were known as the ‘Rus’ and were the origin of ‘Russia’. They raided and traded in Arab lands, as is evidenced by archaeological finds both in their homelands and in Arab lands. In the film, the quote above was said by those who believed that they were about to die. The Vikings looked forward to meeting their ancestors in an after-life and, in this respect alone, I do not believe them to have greatly differed from the beliefs of many other faiths, including Christianity, who also look forward to meeting their loved-ones when they themselves die. It is from this viewpoint alone that I have included the above, as their faith was otherwise totally different.

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