I was the first boyfriend Shirley had and she was my first girlfriend. The Black & White photo is how I remember her most. We had some great times but lost touch for a number of years. I bumped into her one day and since then we have stayed friends. I am sad I wasn't aware of Shirley's passing. I have informed my brother who is equally upset. RIP Shirley. You were a wonderful person and good friend. When I die I hope we bump into each other again.
Left by Chris:
I met Shirley in the mid-70's when she was my sister, Lorna's, schoolfriend; later she married my brother Bill.
Shirley was always brilliant with my two daughters, Sarah and Jo, and was especially kind when I experienced renal failure in the late 1980's. Sarah and Jo saw her, with Bill, as key figures in their childhoods.
We shared some fun times together; particularly holidays. Tenerife (Shirley's choice of clothing (ra-ra skirt) for a Mount Teide trip meant that she stayed in the car with the heater full on whilst the rest of us went to the peak in a cable car); Lanzarote with Derek, Julie and baby Jonathan where eight of us squeezed into the smallest hatchback known to man, quite illegal I'm sure! Norfolk, to Uncle Frank's chalet - I still have brilliant images which a very gifted Shirley took on that trip.
I recall Christmas lunches when my father gathered everyone to share food and festivities - one time an old gentleman (Clarence) was complaining about his food going cold - Shirley promptly threatened him with the gravy boat!
We got to know Shirley's parents and her sister, Betti-Ann. The girls recall a trip to Brittany with Bill, Shirley, Betti-Ann, Julie and JB where everything went wrong - giant hogweed in the garden, sewers blocked, cot with bars too far apart, etc. despite the negatives humour won the day.
On a visit to Elke in Bonn we laughed and shopped for a whole week.
I remember Shirley starting her OU degree, she actually understood quantum mechanics! Taking up mental health nursing was a great choice, she had lots of skills and was putting them to good use. I'm certain she would have been an empathic listener and used her own experiences to enhance her work.
What an interesting life Shirley led; she experienced it to the full and touched so many other lives. We are fortunate to have played our small part and to have such wonderful memories.
'Run up that Hill' Shirley!
Our sincere condolences go to
family and friends.
Clare, Sarah and Jo xx
Left by Clare Taylor:
We were together for 5 years as teenagers and perhaps I never stopped thinking about her even if we were 2000miles apart we found each other again about 15 years ago and she and her son spent a Christmas with me but perhaps it wasn't to be. I will miss her always. ❤️
Left by Gianni:
Shirley in her early 20's
Left by Gianni:
Left by Gianni:
Shirley & I sat next to each other on our first day of school.From the age of 5 to 11 we were almost inseparable in the playground. I remember the simple pleasures of leap frog, skipping ropes, playing ball, hopscotch and the bruised wrists from Clackers
We had a thing about horses though we weren’t lucky enough to have lessons, but we made up for it using our imagination. We also loved to sing together despite neither of us having a very good voice! I particularly remember memorising such classics as "I'm Still Waiting", "Leaving on a Jet Plane" ..I doubt we did them justice!
I remember her coming round to play and having done my utmost to persuade her that, no, my small, placid dog wouldn't bite her - she was so taken with Trixie she spent the rest of her visit playing with the dog - while I sat on the swing twiddling thumbs !
From 11-14 we were at Stoke Golding the posters were of Davids, Cassidy & Essex. I remember we were talking to a couple of our (male) schoolmates at the bottom of the field .. we watched in disbelief as one of the nuns picked up her skirt and was running towards us, wimple flying in the wind, intending to separate us! Result was another visit to Sister Louis office!
At JCC our interests went their own sweet ways. We had our own lives and loves but we still had our cosy chats on walks or in the kitchen, and, of course, a few nights on the town!
In the 1980s Shirley's dad Victor survived only long enough to see her married to Bill. I lived up north in those days so our contact was limited but I always visited when I came down I still prize some beautiful photos of my eldest daughter taken by Shirley
She worked in the Brookside pharmacy before starting her career in nursing in the 1990s This was about the same time that Shirley sadly lost her sister, Betti Ann.