The obituary notice of WRIGHT

Rest in peace, Great Uncle Jim. x

Jim Wright

Rest in peace Great Uncle Jim. You were my nan's brother and will be missed by many, and a friendly figure when I was very young.

But I was not a biker, dad bought me a scooter following him, a Lambretta, he now had a Reliant Robin, he had made it at last, after all those hard times. After a couple of falls off the scooter which cost £42.00 that didn’t last long but got me out and about. I have a memory of Jimmy’s black teddy boy suit in the wardrobe in Maureen’s bedroom, my twin. It seemed to be there for ages, as if he couldn’t store it at home, a bit embarrassed, so he hid it with us. It would not fit dad who called it a Zoot suit, Lonnie Cooke type, long jacket, drainpipe trousers too, but hardly worn, no brothel creepers though. Perhaps George and Margaret hoped one of us boys would wear it some time, it was good quality but much too early for Brian and Barry, who turned up later and too unfashionable in the early 60s for George jnr., and Me, though Alan was tall, his mate Stan would have worn it but by then it was gone.

Jimmy’s memory helped me with my research for the Imperial War Museum, Lives of the First World War. The story is about his father, Thomas Edward Wright, and his mother Annie nee Hazel Wright. The account is a little short of publication but certainly Jimmy inherited some of his father’s social skills of sharing. I would have liked him to read what I have learned about his father’s experiences in WW1.

Sandra and Me send our very best regards to you Aunty Marlene and your offsprings.

Hello Aunty Marlene and family. The Glovers are very sorry to hear about your loss, our Uncle Jimmy. He was the youngest brother of my mother Margaret Alice Wright. Both you and Jimmy would baby sit as dad and mother went off for a good time at Basford club or a post WW2 good time elsewhere maybe even an RAF do. He would visit Wain Drive often when we were growing up and just kids. I remember Saturday mornings most, hearing voices I would get out of of bed and go downstairs to listen to the chat. Tea would be drunk, he may have arrived with some goodies. He gave mother some advice on how to clean the bike wheels with a Brillo pad and she passed it on to me and I did it. Known as the green bike it had rod brakes. It wasn’t my bike but I was given the task. Being four kids, at this stage in the house, the bike had four users and anyone from next door who wanted to go shopping to Jackson’s at the top of Wain Drive. Later on he came with a Triumph Tiger Cub, a motorbike by the way. It was for Alan, next in line lower down. I rode it a few times up Hilton Road, it was noisy and rattled but the Cubs had some form and social credentials about them, it was a Triumph! I was telling somebody the story a few days ago, worth a fortune today.