Dad

 John Henry Davison came into my life when I was 7.

Mum had just got a new job at the prestigious ICI, Wilton Training Centre.
One of the Training officers was John Davison, or Jack as he was known.
Mum was one of the secretaries.
This was her first job following the harrowing divorce she had gone through,
a visit from the bailiffs to strip the house we lived in,
seizing goods to cover my biological father's bankrupted business debts,
a nervous breakdown.

Mum borrowed the deposit for a small terraced house from her 2 brothers,
Uncle Bob and Uncle Stan.
It needed lots doing to it, including total rewiring.

We all know how single women are targeted by unscrupulous workmen,
and back in the 1960's things were no different,
so Jack helped Mum by making sure she was not taken for a ride.
He also helped where he could, as electrics were his "thing!"

The very first time he came to our house I was introduced to "Uncle Jack!"
Years later I learned he had been more nervous than me!
I was playing with my doll's house.
He spent time talking to me and I liked him.
He re-wired my doll's house, I had the best there was!
Independent switches in each of the rooms, as a real house would.

Over the years a friendship developed and he would visit us every Saturday.
It was quite a treck for him as he did not drive and travelled from just outside Guisborough.

Mum eventually introduced him to her own parents.
My Grandad, a man of few words took him out for a walk!
He wanted to know his intentions as Mum had been through so much.
Jack assured him he had her and mine best interests at heart.
Grandad was re-assured and a great friendship was kindled between them.
Jack liked a flutter on the horses.
He and his brother Frank would visit the races and shadow the big horse trainers.
He noticed they seldom backed their own horses.
Jack and Frank would bet the same horses, and win!
Our family always had a flutter on the Grand National.
In 1967 we all picked our choices.
The family studied the form, I at 11 looked at the numbers.
I figured 100 to 1 sounded good!
Everybody laughed, but I went ahead.
Jack took everybody's money and the bets were placed.
Foinavon, my choice won!
£50 was a lot of money then! LOL!

My Nana really took a shine to Jack.
He would sit with her and talk about this that and the other.
Nana was ill and as her health deteriorated in 1970 we kew she was gravely ill.
On one of his visits as jack sat with Nana she drew him close and asked him to promise he would look after Madge and Denise....he promised.
On June 17th, 1970, Nana died.

On November 1st Uncle Jack and mum were married, the day before mum's birthday.

We moved to a bungalow and after a couple of years we all moved to Guisborough, Dad's home.
Mum and I loved this change although by this time I was at University.

Mum and Dad were both still working at ICI.

Dad had a very stressful job and in 1983 he suffered a massive heart attack.
It resulted in him having to stop work.
In those days ICI was one of the best emloyers, with very good benefits.
Both Dad and Mum left with "Golden Handshakes".
Mum decided to leave in order to ensure Dad had the rest he was to need.

Dad was a country boy by heart, a "woolly back" as referred to here.
He loved the Moors and the country life.
As a child he would often bring home rabbits and pheasants he had caught with his catapult.
Happy with their bungalow in Guisborough, they bought a static caravan at Rosedale Abbey.
They loved to visit and stay whenever they had the time.
Infact, the photograph above was indeed taken in the caravan, by mum.

On the morning of August 13th 1986, whilst staying at the caravan,
Dad told mum he would prefer go home.
He wasn't feeling very well.
They had planned on going to Egton Country Show, one of their all time favourites.

They packed up and set off for home.
It would have been a very busy day on the roads.
Holiday traffic. The Whitby to Guisborough Road in particular!

As the car passed Gisborough Hall, Dad brought the car to a stop and slumped forward.

He had died.

I was teaching in Nottingham at the time.

I received the news later that afternoon and returned home the following day.