I have so many memories of my cousin Noel. Being born in the same year and only a few months apart I think we were destined to be close as cousins, and this rang true in many of my early memories, as youngsters with our families attending each other's houses for holidays and celebrations.
Holidays in Morecambe, crabbing at the sea lido, sea fishing, bike riding round the caravan site, I remember a certain talent contest, singing a fivepenny piece song in which the song ended prior to a naughty word, but of course, Noel forgot to stop, I can still chuckle to the rooms muted gasps and giggles. And there was that big family holiday to Scotland, where Noel had his foot in a pot. After a week of boys being boys, playing in rivers and woods and getting dirty and sweaty, I can see him now with his foot out the car window when we had to drive anywhere because oh my how that pot stunk.
I have Nolan to thank for attempting to teach me how to skateboard, I was never as skilled as he was, but even then he took the time to try and get me going on one. It was down to Noel that I also found an interest in remote control cars, evenings spent on the school playground behind their house driving them round, and the occasional weekend we even used to attend the Halifax RC Race Track for some racing.
When we finally moved up to Yorkshire, I look back on what I like to think of as my ‘true’ formative years, Having to start in a new school was so less daunting thanks to Noel being there, He and his group of friends welcomed me into their group and helped me realise the error of my ways with things like music, dress sense and the ways of life, and those times down 'the hut' in Dan's back garden chatting away about allsorts.
I remember those school years meeting at the interchange for some Karamarahootay (sliding down the escalator handrail for those that don't know) while waiting for the school bus.
Noel also encouraged me to join the swimming and life saving team, attending competitions and swim meets, I recall one swimming competition, we were sat around waiting for our race, Noel had his Walkman on oblivious to the rest of the pool being called to silence for the start of another race, he blasts out at full pelt a section of Guns and Roses with some obscenities, I can still see the teacher Stan’s face now.
I recall a time when Noel was my sailing partner in my dad's boat, weekends spent at scammonden reservoir, we even went to some other sailing clubs to take part in some competitions, I don't recall ever winning any races, and I think we spent more time in the water than in the boat, but we had fun doing it.
I'm sure some others reading this will also remember our scouting days in Ventures, some interesting times there, several brushes with one his eventual jobs when we had a visits from the police when a night game went astray, or playing football with hot rocks from the fire, which promptly left a fire trail as it burnt the grass.
Reflecting on the early days of my relationship with Michelle, nights out attending various gigs or jam sessions with Noel playing, and he would always fulfil Michelle's request for ‘The Fields of Athenry’ if he could. His singing voice and lilt would always sound great.
When Michelle and I got our house together, Noel again was there for us, spending many an hour or so assisting me with various DIY jobs, bringing his skills and his ever willing offer to assist.
When Michelle and I finally married, Noel was there as my best man supporting me through the day and into the night.
Although Noel and I drifted apart as we got older and ‘real life’ gets in the way, I know if I called on him for help he would be there.
My thoughts are with all those he has left behind, may we take comfort in the fact that we had the honor of knowing Noel and seeing his many changes and developments in his life.
Thank you Noel for being a fantastic cousin. Taken too soon, gone but never forgotten. May you ride, drive, ski, dive or whatever new fad takes your fancy till we meet again.
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