Donald Trevor Pace (28 Jul 1928 - 31 Aug 2018)
Funeral Director
In loving memory of Donald Trevor Pace who sadly passed away on 31st August 2018
Don was the eldest of 3, followed by Graham, who predeceased him and Mavis. He survived appendicitis as a small child in the pre-antibiotic era and was proud to recall he had learned to knit while recovering in hospital for a very long time. His family moved from Romford to Leigh during his early school days and he attended Westcliff High School and was evacuated to Belper in Derbyshire during the war. He gained a scholarship to the training ship Mercury, about which he told many hair-raising tales, but which he valued as an experience building immense strength and character for his future. He transferred from there to the Navy at the age of 17, and remained, gathering many extraordinary stories of his "Navy Days" with which he loved to regale family and friends, even coming up with new ones I hadn't heard last Christmas. One of the most dramatic was his narrow escape when the RFA Bedenham exploded in Gibraltar harbour killing a number of fire crew, whilst he was on his way to assist. His excellent sporting ability helped him to always be popular and led to him playing rugby at First Class level.
He met the love of his life, Hilda, at the naval base at Kete in Pembrokeshire, married her in 1957 and 61 years of absolute devotion followed. I was born in 1958 and my sister Christine in 1961. We moved to their current home in Tudor Gardens in 1964 and he and Hilda brought us up with great love and enthusiasm, supporting our school events, music and further education unreservedly. Only a few weeks before he died Don, who doesn't really rate musical theatre, asked me to play the music from Cabaret because Christine had been amazing in it at Uni and he wanted to remember.
Don left the Navy and went to work for Houghtons, where his father also worked. He worked initially trading on the wool futures market then rose to a successful role as a certified accountant after many hard evenings' studies after work. When they were taken over, his ability to get on with everyone and his efficiency meant that he continued to gain status, rising to a senior management role, but his deteriorating hearing, the result of damage sustained from the bomb blast and from working with early radar equipment, meant he had to take early retirement aged 61.
He undertook this with gusto, still playing hockey, learning to ski, singing in the Southend Festival Chorus and enjoying many walking holidays and cruises with Hilda. Mah Jong with Brian and Mavis Taylor was a regular weekend event.
He was enthusiastic member of the "Newcastle Association" delighting in the annual reunions and acting as their Hon Treasurer to keep his accountant's skills up.
He also enjoyed the freedom to spend lots of time with his grand-daughters, Corinne, Lucie and Pippa. He and Hilda were great support in being there as I built my medical career and the girls all loved to have them around. I have him to thank for some lovely pictures of them growing up and enjoying trips to stay at the seaside in the school holidays.
We all shared many very happy times amongst a wonderfully friendly and supportive group of neighbours who changed gradually over the years, with those who were already old when we moved in, glad of Hilda and Don's help as the youngsters, being replaced by those who were an ever greater help to them as they grew older. They gained a new "family" as Suzanne and Richard next door had two children, Grace and Joseph, who spent so much time running next door that they installed a gate in the fence so they did not have to go out into the road to come round. Much mischief ensued. Hilda recalls with mixed amusement and exasperation the time that Joseph, fascinated with keys and knobs at the time, managed to lock everyone out of our house as they were in the back garden planning their new conservatory. Richard fitted a key safe for us after that!
Don remained keen to stay active and would always choose to walk if there were a few too many for the car space available when we visited and went out for a meal. I recall only a very few years ago, after lunch at the Peter Boat, that he strode up Leigh hill gleefully chatting to Corinne as she became increasingly breathless and incredulous that he was so fit. I think I could also now reveal to my mother that he deliberately forgot one or two items from the list of provisions he knew were needed so that there as a daily excuse for a walk round to the Belfairs shops.
In 2016, his health suddenly declined and he was diagnosed with very advanced prostate cancer. He started treatment and until early 2018 had been fortunate to have a good response, in 2017 had enjoyed a wonderful Diamond Anniversary with family and friends, and eaten a hearty Christmas dinner with his family, though not himself aware this would probably be his last.
2018 was a year of declining health, stubbornly resisted, with his consistently looking forward and trying to build his strength in spite of everything. He would not accept the trappings of illness, sent his hospital bed back and got over a life threatening septicaemia in March. He remained on his feet, albeit restrained by his "cage" as he named his Zimmer frame. On 31st August he suddenly became more unwell in the morning and by teatime he died in his own bed in his much-loved own home, as he would have wanted to do, if he had ever seriously considered the likelihood of dying!
He was a man of immense strength, determination and courage as well as having a wicked sense of humour and always wanting to help people. There is so much more I could write and I'm sure others will have tales of their own to add. Please do so - I would love see them
JP
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