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In loving memory of Ruth Mary Fulford who sadly passed away on 22nd March 2017.
The funeral will be a celebration of Ruth's life so please dress to impress, gloomy black attire is not required!
Wake will be held privately for friends and family.
Ruth - by Helen Parkes (née Miles)
Some of my much loved childhood memories are inextricably linked to you. Chilly bonfire nights, wrapped up in thick coats and scratchy woollen scarves and gloves, the sweet smell of bonfire toffee mingled with roasting chestnuts and eyes full of wonder, bright with fireworks sparkling in the dark night sky.
Long summer days, playing happily, exploring your fairytale like garden, soaking up the longed for sunny rays. Packing up picnics for afternoons in The Park; heat –haze rising from the pathways, darting in and out of the metal railings and running around playing tag on the parched grass and dusty earth.
An All Hallows evening where you alighted the stage. On those evenings I observed everything in you I didn’t feel in myself; brave, confident outgoing and radiant. Selflessly giving your time to the juniors. With your kind, supportive, thoughtful, creative and inspiring ways you sort to make us exactly how I saw you.
A home from home, I remember the warmth of walking in the door. The creak of the floorboards on the bathroom step. Longing for a bedroom like your attic room. And the wonder of just how many clothes and jewellery a person could own. With an open door we were always welcome in your heart, garden & home..... ....except for those fifteen minutes every day when the “ do,do,do,do,do,do,do” of the radio would announce the start of The Archers. The metaphorical “ do not disturb” sign went up on the kitchen door and we respected that it was, for a small portion of the day, your time for you and our time to amuse ourselves for a change.
Thank you for these (and many more) precious memories and feelings from my childhood that I will always hold in my heart.
A Moment In Time - A memory of Ruth from John Glynn:
Nottingham, Saturday 27th May 1972; there's a party to go that evening in Scarborough to celebrate Sue Middlemiss' 21st birthday. I drive round to 10 Devonshire Road, West Bridgford just after midday to pick up my friend Nick Kennedy from his family home; the plan is to then collect another friend Paul Smith from Nottingham railway station and for the three of us to drive to Scarborough for the party. Paul is arriving from Reading University. Fortunately for me, Paul is late, very late, having decided to play rugby before setting off. Nick and I thus spend all afternoon sitting in the back garden at Devonshire Road waiting. It's a beautiful sunny day. The Kennedys have recently acquired the LP album 'Blue' by Joni Mitchell and Nick's second sister Ruth, then a beautiful teenager, plays us that album over and over again. That lovely afternoon is still clear in my mind nearly 45 years later. Over the years on many a sunny day, I have opened our back windows, sat in the garden and listened to the songs of that selfsame album. In my mind I see and hear the beautiful young Ruth extolling the music of that magical afternoon in 1972.
A card to us from Ruth's friend Karen:
To Royston, Tansin, Fred and David,
I'm sorry this isn't a conventional card for the occasion but they all made me so sad. This card was the closest I could find that made me think of Ruth.
My beautiful friend who had the biggest heart, and gave everyone so much time and energy, making us all feel so special. Ruth never knew how beautiful she was, and would never believe me when I told her. I only hope she had some idea of the enormous amount of love there was surrounding her.
I keep remembering the variety of fun days we had. Testing recipes when Fred became vegetarian. Days in Derbyshire looking for baby lambs too coo over, walking Louis to Holme Pierrepont, we had a special table at the top of the hill where we would barbeque lamb chops (not the ones from Derbyshire), lots of nights at the theatre and lots more eating and drinking. And then I think of all the wonderful things she did. Taking me to the children’s petting farm so I could hold the baby goats, pigs, hamsters and so much more. And of course there were my amazing birthday lunches she would host and cook for me, with personalised birthday cards. One from the Three Stags Head, Royston had to be chief photographer on that day so I hope the beer was good. Last year my card was fluffy sheep I guess Tansin probably had to assist in making that one.
Ruth invited me to your home for Christmas, I wasn’t coming, I was in too much of a tizzy, but I did come. Low and behold what a wonderful joyous day I had with you all. I also discovered children aren’t scary, well, not when it’s the light of Ruth’s life Charlie. Thanks again for the crown Charlie.
Thank you for sharing Ruth with me and letting me into your lovely family.