Ephraim '' Bob '' Dempster (25 Feb 1928 - 20 Oct 2020)

Great memories of your home in Plumstead. I loved the aviary and how you cared for all help birds. You were always ready with a joke, the old ones were always the best. I
Loved going fishing with you, aunt Mill and mum & dad. Rest in peace X

God bless you uncle bob

From Alan and Moir. In memory of Bob.

I grew up with grandad being a huge character and an important part of my life.

A trip to nan & grandads house was never ever a dull affair.
For grandad, each day would start with a cup of tea and a couple of pink wafers.
If you wanted a cup of tea, it was always better to wait for nan to make it as unfortunately tea wasn’t grandads forte.
Regardless if he was making tea for 1 or 10 people, only 1 teabag would ever be used hahaha.
There never seemed to be enough time in the day to do everything that I wanted to do. Whether it was playing soldiers With the most amazingly detailed wooden forts that grandad had made, feeding the birds and fish, playing snooker or just working on a bit of old wood in the shed and turning it into a boat or a gun.
Whatever we got up to, i was always fascinated to hear his old stories about places he’d worked, things that he’d done or his time spent during his national service.

Cherished Memories of the family caravanning holidays each year to destinations like Walton on the naze where nan and grandad would come with us
to fun visits at the weekend, learning to fish at Horton kirby or dansom lake, watching old black and white Laurel & hardy films or nature programs, day trips to places like duxford air museum or Cambridge on ebdons coaches,
Though by far my fondest memories will be of time spent with grandad exploring the local woods or nature reserves, where he would teach me about all about the different varieties of plants and trees and point out all of the different species of birds and listening to their songs.

The invisible dog, the nail through the thumb, the floating hat or the coat hanger in a tea towel. These were just a few of his “classics” though there were many other jokes or magic tricks that he had in his repertoire.
I always looked forward to hearing his “new” joke (even though he had already told it multiple times already)
And it was every child’s, grandchild and great grandchild’s right of passage to learn about 2 little dicky birds sitting on a wall.
Grandad was a comic at heart and just always wanted to make you laugh and smile.

I am extremely lucky and blessed to have so many wonderful stories to tell and memories to hang on to and cherish.

I miss him dearly and even though I feel his loss daily, I will treasure his memory forever.