In loving memory of Ann’s life
Adventurer
Ann was a born adventured and explorer, she enjoyed climbing and had a love for the mountains and the great outdoors. She loved to travel finding beauty in the worlds natural wonders.
Family First
Her tenacity for life was treasured by her daughters, Ruth and Helen, and she was adored by her grandchildren, Tabitha, Jack, Tilly , Bill, as well as her husband, Paul.
Messages
Please email your memories and stories about Ann to paulradford277@gmail.com and we will share them on this site.
Early Days
Born in Consett County Durham on the 10th October
Teenage Years
Mother
To Ruth and Helen
Family
Mother to Ruth and Helen. Grandmother to Tabitha, Jack, Tilly and Bill. Great Grandma to Cleo. Wife to Paul
Adventures
Travelling all around the world, including Burma, Egypt, Nepal and the Amazon
Gardener
From Tony & Susan Heward:
We first met Ann a long time ago on a Lake District walk with Paul. We took to her straight away and enjoyed her wit and humour. Ann became a good and kind friend to Sue. We carried on meeting them both for fell walks, which we enjoyed very much, until we all became a bit too decrepit for the Lake District. On many Christmases, she and Paul invited us to share a splendid festive lunch with them, until Ann's condition made it too difficult. We remember a very funny letter that she sent us about using soda crystals to clean around the house. She could write very well. We have many fond memories of Ann, are very sorry to lose her and for Paul's loss.
From friends Chris & Sue:
In our early years of friendship we did many walks in the Lakes together and at Easter in the Mamores.
We have many happy memories of celebrating New Year together with Liz and Gavin, and Peter and Deidre at our house. On one occasion Ann went outside for a ciggy. When she came back in she announced that she had seen an otter – the first ever sighting on our stream. We decided that she wasn’t drunk and that there were benefits from smoking after all!
A poem by Jack Williamson, Grandson:
In the land of pianos, fags and whiskey,
Where the peaks are snowy and the paths are risky,
A garden blooms where songbirds sing,
And lambing season heralds the spring.
Viaducts loom over dry stone walls,
And trails lead to waterfalls.
Easter egg hunts and limestone slopes,
And coin-operated telescopes.
Sturdy boots and sensible socks,
And a shop that sold fossils and rocks.
A witty quip or sarcastic joke,
Were often served with cigarette smoke.
Homemade jams and walnuts in honey,
Loans for boats and birthday money,
Christmas cards and thoughtful parcels,
Birds of prey and Bolton Castle.
I’ll always know how luck I am,
When I think about my Nannie Ann
Joyful moments and memories canny,
When I think about my Nannie Annie