Lester was my brother for 58 years, we grew up together and had our fair share of adventures, arguments and tears together. Having spent an incredible 4 plus years in Northern Rhodesia as children and endured an horrendous car accident close to Livingston, which almost killed our father, we eventually set up home in Skidby with our parents Betty & Leslie.
Skidby was a fine place to grow up with friends a plenty and the ‘Back Lane’ to play hide-n-seek and cowboys and Indians.
Once at Beverley Grammar Lester took up the violin, and the rest of the family invested in ear plugs. In truth and to our relief, Lester learned quickly and became very good, he moved to the guitar later in his teens and early 20’s and became a serious player, both on his own and in a small number of groups, around Hull and Beverley and at folk festivals all over.
Our mum found an advert for a job with Hull City Council, hundreds of people will have known him from his long service in the council rising to high office.
Lester fell for Lesley and I and my first wife attended the ceremony at the Registry Office.
Simon came along 9 months after my first son Jon, Simon was the apple of Lester’s eye and they had a loving family relationship for Simon’s early years. This was ended with my brothers divorce and then the sad death of Lesley.
Lester visited me and my family in North Wales several times in those years and when he was left by Lesley, he spent several days with me in Pentraeth and tears where spilled and much hugging and love out poured whilst we tried to put the world to rites.
His life to the mid 90’s I shared like real brothers do.
I am immensely proud and thankful that we reconnected after he was 60, he put aside differences and I could once more have my brother in my life.
His untimely death has left a piece missing from me but my love for him as my brother remains strong.
Jerry Quayle
27/08/2018
