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In loving memory of the late Paul Ronald Henchliffe who sadly passed away on 4th February 2015 aged 73 years.
He started work at Rolls Royce as an apprentice at the tender age of 16 until he took early retirement at the age of 51! Rolls Royce used to have a suggestion scheme and he was always inventing something to make work easier, many were implemented and he received numerous of cheques from Rolls Royce, which eventually he found quite embarrassing so subsequently he passed some ideas to his work mates so they could also benefit from the scheme.
Dad enjoyed caravan holidays and a particular highlight was touring Europe together with mum in the Volkswagon caravette taking in 11 countries and visiting mum’s birth place in Poland.
Dad met mum at a Boxing Day dance in Derby and were married December 1965. It would have been their 50th wedding anniversary this year.
A few years ago our Dad wrote a short poem for mum’s brother-in-law who Sadley passed away with the heading MICHAEL - ROLLS ROYCE OF MEN and this very much applies to our dad.
NO DIGGING HOLES INTO THE GROUND,
NO WELDING AND BOLTING BITS OF STEEL,
NO PAINTING AND SCRAPING IT SEEMS SO UNREAL.
NO MIXING CEMENT AND PLAYING WITH BRICKS,
NO CUTTING HEDGES AND THINGS TO FIX.
NO CLEANING WINDOWS, POLISHING FLOORS,
NO SCREWING SCREWS OR HANGING DOORS!
But we can tell you now he worked harder than ever after retiring as he was very happy having a drill or hammer in his hands.
In the 1960’s he installed central heating, then later converted the cellar into a fully equipped cellar bar. Then when my parents moved to a bungalow he decided to install a spiral staircase to create a music room for all his guitars, keyboards and accordions. He also was our very own car mechanic when the “old bangars” needing fixing.
He had the gift of playing the guitar by ear and for a few years played his guitar in the Folk Group in Church with “I watch the sunrise” being a particular favourite. Music was definitely a big part of his life and dressing up as Elvis was a definite MUST when it came to celebrating.
For Christmas he would put on a show for the family starting months before collecting cardboard for cut outs and creating a ‘punch and judy’ stage, also dressing up as Dolly Parton and of course Elvis.
His garden backs onto St Giles church and a couple of years ago, noticed that he had not heard the church bell, so he wrote an amusing ode
SOMETHING’S WRONG, WHAT COULD IT BE,
SOMETHING’S DIFFERENT, WE ALL AGREE,
THE BIRDS STILL SING AND PIGEONS COO,
SO IT CARN’T BE THAT IT’S SOMETHING NEW,
JUST A MINUTE IT MUST BE MONDAY, IF IT IS WE’VE MISSED SUNDAY,
THAT’S WHAT MISSING THE SUNDAY CHIMES,
THE CHURCH MUST HAVE FALLEN ON HARD TIMES!
And he actually received a reply, also in rhyme, from the vicar. The bell was duly restored.
He was a fantastic husband, a loving father to us and an adored Grandad (Dadnarg) of Molly, Robbie and Charlie. He had a wicked sense of humour and wrote numerous funny poems and odes for all sorts of occasions.
Dad had a happy childhood, being one of four children, living for some years in Little Eaton.