Patricia Barbara McKibbin (20 Apr 1930 - 22 Feb 2016)

Just spent some time with Rachel Seeley after too many years and found it that Part had gone to be with her Lord.
After sharing memories with Rachel I am now remembering this amazing lady who had so much influence on my life as a teenager and a baby Christian.
We've just been remembering holidays with dozens of us crammed into a car. A caravan in Barmouth with at least 10 of us sleeping in it.
As a teenager I probably ignored most of what Pat said because she was old! I am now much older than she was back then and remember the influence she had on my life with joy.
Pat, you will be missed by so many who were close to you. I'm sorry that we had lost touch but I hope you realised that you were a very special lady and played a massive part in the lives of people like me.

Wimborne Grandma,

We sailed from Newcastle (not Hull) to Kristiansand and had a wonderful time visiting and staying with different friends. The journey home took several days which I really enjoyed. We went by bus from Kristiansand to Voss, then the next day took the train to Bergen. The scenery was magnificent. We sailed back from Bergen to Newcastle. The crossing took 24 hours, and the North Sea had 50ft waves. You spent the journey back laid down in the cabin. I knew you didn't really like travelling by boat, and would have been much happier if we'd gone by plane!
But we had a great time together.

I was always glad to receive your boxes of broken biscuits through the post!

Your great-grandson Benjamin loved it when you rang him up on his birthday to sing Happy Birthday to him, and when you rang him up at Christmas.

Wimborne Grandma,

One of my happiest memories ever is when we went to Norway together to visit friends. I was 18 and we sailed on a ship from Hull to Kristiansand and we stayed for three weeks.

Love Martin x

Mum. Things are coming thick and fast now :- The time you barrowed my bike and pumped up the tires, saying that they were well and truly full of air now. - The next morning early you started to ride my bike to work and as you reached the hill, stood on the peddles to get a better purchase.Unfortunately (not because of your weight) but sheer air pressure, because you had pumped them so RIGID. The front tire exploded! - I am afraid we all had a laugh about this at your expense but you took it all in good part.

Or the time when we had just moved to Wimborne and Mandy our dog had gone missing. We went for a walk around the road to see if we could find her. And sure enough we found her. Up someone else's driveway. helping herself to another dogs dinner. You tried to call her quietly back over to you, telling her it was not hers and very bad manners.

Or the time you booked a holiday in Weymouth in a caravan from one of your postal customers. Having not even seeing a photo of said caravan. We arrived at the site and were delighted at all the luxury caravans we saw. - And then in the middle of them all we saw. - A poky, ancient, midget of an excuse for a caravan and thought. Surly not! I hope not! Oh please don't let it be ours. - And it was. - We never forgot this and would laugh about it for many years to come.

And then Mum. You and I stayed in a much better caravan for a weeks holiday in May 1980 on our own and it was a most lovely week! and one that I shall treasure and have many lovely memories from. One of which was walking the coast path from Durdle Door to Lulworth Cove and it was a week full of lovely excursions and having our dinner in Syblies Restaurant and waiting for the RN to blow up the old pier on Weymouth sea front and hoping not to spill anything. - We waited so long, nobody was ready when the explosion finally came and drinks and dinner went everywhere. - Happy times.
Rachel P.

Mum. I remember the many times you came down to church with me and just sit, talk and stay with me whilst I arranged the flowers for someone's wedding, or harvest, or Christmas, or Easter. Sometimes this would take hours. And you would help with getting things up in place an on the walls. You would also drive me over to the floristry cash-&-carry to choose and pick up silk flowers for bridal bouquets or arrangements. We would trawl round that mega building for hours. Thank you. Rachel P.

Pat, Wimborne Grandma,

We used to love coming down to see you in the summer holidays with our three children, Martin, Simon and Sarah. The weather was always good to us! I remember walking round Poole Park and Poole Quay with you.
We used to come back from Sandbanks and fill your kitchen with beach towels and sand!
There were always loads of cakes and biscuits for us.

I remember sitting with you while you wrote your thousands of birthday cards ~ I don't know how you kept up with everybody.
One of your great-grandsons, Daniel, still treasures (at the age of thirteen) the toy rabbit you send him when he was little. The rabbit was called Willa and came in a box along with a book called: "Tell me something happy before I go to sleep." Needless to say Willa has been patched up, repaired and re-clothed a number of times by me!

I will love you always. Dorothy x

Mum i read this message today and this is you.
How do you make the world a better place from your armchair?
Tinney Davidson and her husband weren't really fit enough to get out and about, but their living room window looked on to a road leading to a high school, so they started waving to the students as they passed by.
Her husband eventually passed on, but Tinney kept up what was now a tradition, waving to students on their way to school and on their way home.
The students waved back, but she had no idea the difference she was making to their lives until they invited her to a school assembly.
The assembly had been called for one sole purpose to say thank you to Tinney for lifting their spirits day after day and year after year!
How do you change the word from your armchair, or wherever you might be?
Even if you have nothing else to work with, a smile and a friendly wave will do!

Mum you did this and i know you changed peoples life's by doing just this.
Miss you Mum love you lots xx

Nanny Wimborne

I remember all the Summers, when we'd pack up the car,
Throw in the spades and dingy and head for shore afar.

We'd arrive to find you in the window, from where you'd wave to all the passers by,
No matter who they were you gave a smile, making friends with everyone you'd try.

I remember camping in your garden, tucked away in all the green,
Adventuring through the wilderness, we'd rarely come out clean.

Everyday you fed the birds and smiled when they came,
Your generosity and kindness extended to all, In your eyes all creatures deserved the same.

I remember all the treats, your fruit salads were all the rave,
Recently I have learnt their sugary secret, no wonder it's what we would always crave!!

And don't forget the biscuit tin, I'd never known it not be full,
Chocolatey treats and a cuppa tea, at Nans house it was practically the rules!

I remember your cupboard of games, screwball scramble, pass the pigs and uno,
We'd sit and play for hours, time would stand still,
For how many games I don't know.

I remember your magic cure for every cut, cold and moan,
Out of the cupboard, without a doubt would come the Au De Colone.

I remember days spent on the beach at Sandbanks,
We'd return sandy and pink to your welcoming arms,
For those memories I'll always give thanks.

Most of all I remember your kindness, every person to you was a gift,
A birthday card for everyone, a little note of joy to give them a lift.

You always wanted to help others, putting everyones needs before your own,
Pouring love and understanding into life,
Just look at this wonderful family you have grown.

I'll miss you Nanny Wimborne, your footprint on this earth will remain,
I'll think of you and Smile,
I know from where you are you'll be doing the same.

Love Gems xx

Mum. We were waiting for the train on Poole station. There was nobody else around and you decided we would pick up travel supplies to eat on the journey from the vending machine. You could not get it to work. So as the station was deserted, I suggested you give the machine a hefty kick. Which you did. - Just as the station porter appeared. Rebuking you sternly and saying with a disgusted look. "There is no need for that madam!" We went off giggling like two naughty school girls. You thumping me and telling me that I'd got you into trouble. I am giggling as I remember and write this. - Maybe we were dangerous combination. Rachel P.