My Father in Law, Alan Hall, or “Pops” as he became referred to, is a Gentleman to whom I will forever owe a debt of immense gratitude. A man with a big heart who appeared to know everyone, was always ready assist wherever he could, was always able to provide good advice and willing to impart his wisdom upon me as a younger man. His favourite bit of advice being “Don’t trust anyone!”.
Well, I trusted him. I respected him. And I will forever be in his debt in many ways – most notable because he & his good wife Maggie gave the world my wonderful, beautiful, incredible wife, Emma.
About the only dubious trait I think he had was that he was a Manchester United fan. Being a Villa fan myself, it meant that there was always the opportunity to be ribbed mercilessly by the fan of the superior team, a team that was hugely successful in its day. But I was never ribbed mercilessly, the streak of continual United victories was met with the gentlemanly respect and dignity that only Alan could exude. I defy anyone to not have respect for a man like that.
Alan was great source of commercial wisdom and knowledge, though where he excelled in many areas there had to be one where he was not quite as able. His practical skills in mending things were compensated for by asking the Trades for help, or at least until I came along, then it was my job. To this day I still own a special tool for changing immersion heaters in hot water systems because that was one of the jobs that landed in my lap.
One area where there could never be any doubt about his abilities was the garden of Pool Cottage. Immaculate, impeccable, incredible and a haven for wildlife and for Alan. He could be found out there with his newspaper, absorbing every ounce of sunshine and serenity out of a garden that sat next to a noisy pub. It was never worth knocking the front door, he wouldn’t hear you. Just go around the back.
I think this is the vision of Alan that will forever be seared into my mind. A humble, quiet, caring man that enjoyed the natural beauty that his English Country garden provided. I can see him in the garden now. I’d asked him for permission to marry his daughter. With a huge beaming smile he said I could – a happy man in his happy place. How could I ever forget such a wonderful man?
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