Patrick and Ingeborg Jones

After my father died in January 2012, I was left with no grave to visit and nothing to remember him by and decided to access the wonder that is the internet to create a site as a memorial to him, my mother and the life they shared together.

Whereas my father never touched a computer, outside the calculators he used during his working life, I am sure that my mother, had she lived, would have adored the technological leaps and bounds of the late 20th and early 21st century and would have loved the idea of this website.

This is also ‘A work in progress’ and I hope to be able to add to it as time goes by. I will try and keep the recollections here as factual as possible, but as they are my memories they are by definition, highly personal. I have some photos and some dates and hope I can marry them correctly and I will try and research as much as I can.

Niki Jones  5.1.13

Patrick and Inge met in Bournemouth in 1959, when both worked for Fortes in Bournemouth. Though both were married, they were childless and unhappy and found themselves falling in love. They set up home together in a very small rented flat in Sandbanks, which was more beach shanty town than the Millionaires row it is now. In October 1963 I arrived and our family was complete.

On the 1st November 1964 we moved into a two bedroom flat in Guildford Court, Surrey Rd shortly followed in 1965  by Gell and Geoff, a young married couple expecting their first child who moved in next door to us. My parents and Gell and Geoff soon became great friends, and I am happy to say that I consider both ‘Auntie’ Gell and ‘Uncle’ Geoff, and their two children, to be my surrogate family to this day.

In 1966, Mum was finally granted a divorce from her first husband and they were free to marry. They moved to Branksome Hill Rd, Poole in 1969 into a detached 3 bedroomed home that Mum used to call ‘The Dolls house’. Daddy taught Mummy to drive in 1970 and bought her a grey convertible Morris Minor, which she adored so much that when the original finally went to the great scrapheap in the sky in 1975, she replaced it with a cream convertible which she called ‘Ladybird’.