Colin Walker Monologue
Welcome
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re here today not only to pay our respects, but also to remember and celebrate a life that was full and lived albeit far too short, and Colin, or Colin Walker to give him his Sunday name, was a family man, a golf addict, yes, but a family man first. Luckily all his family played golf too, so that wasn’t going to be a problem.
Colin was a man people just warmed to, he had many many friends through work, socially, and the different golf clubs he has been a member of over the years, not least of all, and most recently, Whitley Bay of course.
And the sort of person who, well, you knew he was always there for you, even if he wasn’t, always there, if that makes any sense, a hard worker, and more often than not, doing yet more overtime to pay for the next family golfing …show more content…
Colin’s story starts back in 1953, on St Andrews Day, the 30th of November to be precise, and not far from here, just south of the Tyne in Hebburn, because that’s where his mum Norma and dad Les were living at the time.
His mum was a primary school teacher, in South Shields, back at the time when they were crying out for teachers because of the baby boom, following the war years, and dad was a mechanical engineer designing switch gear for Ray Rolles, which meant young Colin saw a lot of his Nana while mum and dad were at work. It was around this time that Colin’s aunt and uncle bought the house next door, so Colin would grow up very close to his cousins, Susan and Peter, too, almost like brothers and sister because they all inevitably ended up being looked after by Nana, which was nice because Colin was to be their only child.
Now, living and growing up in Hebburn meant going to school in Hebburn, or at least, until Colin was about nine or ten. The school in Hebburn was quite poor, Norma told me, so Colin was sent to a boarding school in Barnard
Ladies and gentlemen, we’re here today not only to pay our respects, but also to remember and celebrate a life that was full and lived albeit far too short, and Colin, or Colin Walker to give him his Sunday name, was a family man, a golf addict, yes, but a family man first. Luckily all his family played golf too, so that wasn’t going to be a problem.
Colin was a man people just warmed to, he had many many friends through work, socially, and the different golf clubs he has been a member of over the years, not least of all, and most recently, Whitley Bay of course.
And the sort of person who, well, you knew he was always there for you, even if he wasn’t, always there, if that makes any sense, a hard worker, and more often than not, doing yet more overtime to pay for the next family golfing …show more content…
Colin’s story starts back in 1953, on St Andrews Day, the 30th of November to be precise, and not far from here, just south of the Tyne in Hebburn, because that’s where his mum Norma and dad Les were living at the time.
His mum was a primary school teacher, in South Shields, back at the time when they were crying out for teachers because of the baby boom, following the war years, and dad was a mechanical engineer designing switch gear for Ray Rolles, which meant young Colin saw a lot of his Nana while mum and dad were at work. It was around this time that Colin’s aunt and uncle bought the house next door, so Colin would grow up very close to his cousins, Susan and Peter, too, almost like brothers and sister because they all inevitably ended up being looked after by Nana, which was nice because Colin was to be their only child.
Now, living and growing up in Hebburn meant going to school in Hebburn, or at least, until Colin was about nine or ten. The school in Hebburn was quite poor, Norma told me, so Colin was sent to a boarding school in Barnard