In Celebration of

Raymond Alan Humphrey

18 December 1932 -  16 February 2017

We regret to inform everyone of the death of Raymond Alan Humphrey on 16 February 2017


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Trevor (Son)

Written on 25 February 2017 from Cadnam

To the best Dad & best friend, taking comfort in all the places we have been, the fun we have had together and all.things we have built and made working together.

Nicola Holden (Niece)

Written on 02 March 2017 from Hythe Southampton

Uncle Ray, I will cherish the happy memories I have of you. You were one of a kind, such a happy and loving person. The family has lost another link in the chain but heaven has gained an angel. Until we meet again, love and miss you xx

Alan and Richard Savage (Brother in law and Nephew)

Written on 02 March 2017 from Ashurst, Southampton


Your work in life is well done, may you rest in peace

Alan and Richard

Paul & Barbara Riggs (Uncle)

Written on 04 March 2017 from Brisbane Queensland Australia

Even though we only met a couple of times when you and Trevor came out here they were great times and really good to get to know you Our love and prayers are with you all at this time of great loss Be positive and always remember the great memories you all have Will be thinking of you all

Life Stories 

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Trevor Humphrey 

Written on 28 February 2017

I was born in the early hours of Sunday 18th December 1932 at No 15 Princes Street,Northam,Southampton. I was Baptised at St.Mary’s Church on the 15th January 1933.My Parents Nathaniel & Hilda were married at St.Mary’s Church on the 30th October 1929.My Father was born on 21st December 1902.He went to Southern District School in Latimer Street & later to the Hartley College. He joined the Union Castle Line in 1919 & served in the Edinburgh Castle for 6 years & the Windsor Castle for 5 years. He came ashore when Mum was expecting Ivan.At the time I was born he was working in the docks as a labourer picking up work whenever he could because that was the time of the depression. Later my Father joined the Denville Players & acted in many plays at the Grand Theatre. In 1938 my Father joined the AFS as a Fireman. Father was fire watching on the roof of the old Cold Storage building in the docks when it was set alight by German incendiary bombs His.hands & forearms were burned & his face was scorched. MyMum was born on the 4th May 1905.She also went into acting & played at the Gaumont,now the Mayflower. She taught me to say my prayers every night,which I have always done & still do wherever I am. Shortly after I was born my parents moved to No 60 Melbourne Street,Chapel,Southampton,to live with my mother’s parents.My earliest memory was of being in the Isolation Hospital in Oakley Road,Shirley,I was about two & a half & had Scarlet Fever.There was a boy in the hospital called Georgie & when I went Home I kept calling Bryan Georgie.Bryan & I were sent to Hayling Island to convalesce after one or other of us had been ill,but I do not know which. My next memory was of my Mother telling my older brother,Ivan & I that Queen Mary would be going into the docks by train & if we sat on the wall of our back garden we would see her go by as the railway was just over the wall.We saw a train go by but we were most upset because we did not see ‘The Queen Mary’.I think that was about 35/36. My youngest brother,Bryan was born in 1934.& my sister Daphne was born 1936. My Father took us to some fair or show on the Common when Daphne was about two years old & she had a convulsion. When I first went to school,at the Eastern District School in Albert Road,Iwould go to the shop opposite our house every morning to buy a small packet owf biscuits for my break,they cost one penny. When I looked out my bedroom window at night I could see the lit up sign of the Royal South Hants Hospital & I would think of all the poor children there. The railway line connecting the wharfs on the River Itchen to the main line crossed Melbourne Street near our house,there was also a furniture factory alongside the line.We would pick up nails outside the factory & place them on the line then the train would flatten them when it came along.
We moved from Melbourne Street in 1938 to a new estate called Coxford,No 26,Conifer Road,a new house,with a front garden fenced in & a long back garden. I then went to Aldermoor School until the war. I remember Mum taking Bryan & I to St.Judes Church in Warren Ave with a little bag containing a few clothes & of course our gas maskes round our necks.Ivan had already been sent to Fordingbridge with his class. We were taken by bus to Southampton Central Station then by train to Ringwood.
We were met at the station & taken to the Salvation Army Citadal on Christchurch Road where eventually we were collected by Salvationists Mr & Mrs Smith who lived in New Street close to the station. They were very strict with us & though I was nearly seven & Bryan not even six we were made to do certain jobs such as chopping wood for the fire & splitting Swan matches into four with a knife.
We went to school alternatively to The Crown Hotel Ballroom in the mornings one week & the main school on Hightown Road in the afternoons ,then changed round the next week to Hightown School in the mornings & Crown Hotel in the afternoons. We were sent to Sunday School in the mornings & then had to go to church in the evenings with Mr & Mrs Smith. We had to write a letter to Mum every week.
When the blitz came my Father decided that Mum & Daphne should move from Coxford & come down to Ringwood ,if they could find somewhere to live.He took them ,with a few things strapped on his bike,down to Redbridge where they were lucky to get picked up by a lady going to Ringwood.Unfortuneatly when they got near Ringwood Daphne was sick & they had to get out of the car & walk the last bit of the way. Mum managed to find a room in Addison Square with the Browning family.It was upstairs & had to share the toilet facilities with the family,which included emptying the toilet bucket into a trench which had to be dug every now & again in the vegetable garden.The toilet was outside in the back yard.The Brownings if I remember rightly consisted of mum & five children,dad being in the army.Eventually Mum took us away from Mr & Mrs Smith & brought Ivan down from Fordingbridge to all live in one room In the early days we slept on the floor & all our clothes & food kept in orange boxes stood up on end,Mum made curtains to hang
down the front. On several occasions on our way home from school we would pass the cemetary and see a funeral for an R.A.F Pilot who had crashed his spitfire.Ibsley airfield was just north of Ringwood. After a while Mum managed to find a house belonging to Mr & Mrs.Lanham who were both in the RAF & were pleased to let it to us to keep it occupied. That was No 21,Woodstock Lane.We occupied all the house except the front room & one bedroom which the Lanhams used when they were on leave.The back room had a very large table shelter made of steel with mesh sides where we slept if there was an air raid at night. Father was stationed at St.Mary’s Fire Station & cycled from there to Ringwood on his days off,he would then cycle back the next day.If he was lucky he would meet up with Fred, who lived next door to us in Addison Square ,at Minstead where Fred delivered milkFather would then get a lift with Fred as far as Minstead next day.One Saturday afternoon I was walking back from The Square towards Woodstock Lane when I got the fright of my life,walking towards me was a crowd of people with an armed german soldier moving them along. I was so scared I ran up a side road, passed the Furlong & did not stop until I got home. My Mother said you silly thing it was just a demonstration of what might happen if the germans invaded England. One of my teachers was Mrs.Crozier,I believe her husband was in the Royal Navy,& the other was Miss.Privett.Her father was our Head master & strangely he taught my Father as a young man.When we moved to Woodstock Lane we then went to the Congregatioal Church at the end of the road. I remember going to church on New Years Eve when the church was only lit by candlelight,then as midnight struck all the electric lights were switched on to signify the birth of a new year.We thought that was wonderful.
My cousin Ivy Honeycombe moved out of her house in Southampton & into our house in Conifer Road,her husband was in the Royal Navy,& her children David,Teresa & Janet came to live with us for a while at Ringwood. David was very mischievous but cheeky & could get away with anything. The school playground when we were at the Crown Hotel was the park near the Congregational Church. I learnt to swim when we were taken in the summer months to the River Avon for swimming lessons,
being a flowing river it was usually cold,& of course it is not so easy to float in fresh water. Ivan joined
the scouts,but Bryan & I joined the Cubs as we were not old enough for the scouts. We often went out on Saturdays with the cubs to places in the forest,& on one occasion Bryan’s knee gave out & he had
to have a ride on the cart carrying all our equipment. He has had knee trouble ever since. One Christmas Mum decided she would make us some aircraft by melting our lead soldiers in a pot on the gas stove,then using Mr.Lanhams chrome plated small models she pressed them into a box of wet sand & poured the lead in. On one occasion when we were out playing around by the river near The Swan
Inn ,Bryan fell in the river ,we got him out ,then took his clothes off to dry them,not a very clever idea.We should have taken him straight home.However no harm done. While we were at Ringwood Bryan developed diphtheria and was taken to hospital in Salisbury. How Mum got to see him there I have no idea. Mum taught me to knit & to crochet,I knitted clothes for Daphne’s black dolly,scarves & jumpers. Dad managed somehow to get hold of a film for his camera & a picture was taken of all of us together in Addison Square.Dad in uniform, us with jumpers of many colours.If Dad was on a day off on a Sunday then we had bags of sweets in bed so dad could have a layin. Mum did cleaning for Brian Crutcher’s Mum to make a little money. Brian later became a well known speedway rider.
In late April or early May 1944 we were woken up about 6-30 in the morning by hundreds of aircraft We heard later that it was apparently some preparations for D-Day.
Shortly after this Dad decided that it was safe for us to return to Southampton. Dad told us later that he had to swear under the official secrets act that he would not disclose anything he had seen in the docks.
Because this was where they were loading the landing craft ready for D-Day. There were still air raids though few & far between,which meant getting up sometimes in the middle of the night & going to the air raid shelter down the garden. We woke up on D-Day very early because the sky was full of thousands of aircraft towing gliders. They went on for ages. The lanes up around Aldermoor & Rownhams were full of American troops with tanks,lorries & guns. Most of their equipment was being brought to them in very large packing cases,made up of planks about 8 feet long,10 inches wide & 1 inch thick. When they unpacked the equipment we were allowed to take away all the planks. Dad made us a trolley from 4 pram wheels & a plank,we used this to go & get the planks from the americans,then Dad made a large shed with all the planks.The americans gave gum,chocolate & survival packs.
One evening a big Indian motorcycle pulled up outside, a man came & knocked the door dressed in a flying jacket & flying boots,helmet & fur lined gloves. He turned out to be my Mum’s cousin Jimmy Sanger who lived in London. He had joined the RAF & had been seconded to the American Air Force as a despatch rider,stationed at Stoney Cross. He often came to visit,he had cockney accent & could tell a good tale. His sister Nell [Wingate] worked in a munitions factory in London & would come & stay with us for her holiday. Her husband,Albert,was serving with the Kings Royal Rifle Corps in North Africa.


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