Although we have only recently kept in touch via Christmas cards, I first met George when I became his working partner in the public lighting department of Eastern Electricity nearly 50 years ago. We had a long and sometimes amusing working partnership ( I can still hear his infectious laughter now ) He was always kind to myself and my wife Linda and did numerous building jobs for us, as a young not particularly wealthy married couple but would never take any payment. It probably helped that it was usually during EEB time ( HA HA ) Great memories too numerous to mention. Sending Love and Hugs to Teresa and all other relatives at this sad time. R.I.P. George Peter and Linda Windsor

I have many happy memories of Uncle George. The laughter when he was at our house on Monday evenings and on other occasions when he was helping my DIY Dad with his home improvements. I'm another of the nieces and nephews he taught to drive - what patience he had ! I recall driving to and from an aunt and uncle's house - a round trip of about 180 miles, and also of reversing his car gently to touch a brick wall to prove you could do so without damaging the car - what trust he had ! Then there was my first day at work after leaving school and Uncle George turned up on the doorstep with a chauffeur's hat tucked underneath his arm so that I wouldn't have to go on the bus. Rest in peace Uncle George - you are very sadly missed. love Jan and Brian xx

When I first met George he made me so welcome that I felt as if I’d known him for years. I will miss his cheeky smile and wonderful sense of humour. He often amused me with stories covering a multitude of topics! Always interesting and his knowledge was vast. I will miss him and remember him with great fondness. Keep smiling George, Kathy x

Uncle George - where do I start. A lot of my years were spent in your company you living at No 8 and me living at No 1 ;-). You was everything an Uncle should and could be and I thank you for that, you have left me with some great memories. Trophy cleaning / Bury St Office Licence / Epping Forest / Dancing / golf golf and a bit more golf, the list is endless. Sleep peacefully George, fly high and until we meet again take it easy, loving you always Hellie xxxx

Dear uncle George has sadly left us all too soon , and it is times like this that we remember what a wonderful thoughtful man George was . As children, and later in life, he was always around, always a joy, and ever available to help in any way, nothing was too much for George. His laugh, his wit and his humour will stay with us always . God bless George, you will be surely missed but never forgotten . Love Terry Sue John Denise xxx

You will be sadly missed George but we have happy memories of holidays and times we have spent together, a really dear friend. R.I.P. Lots of love Carole and Brian xx

He wouldn’t want us to cry… So, I’m going to smile, imagining him walking towards the pearly gates, his golf trolley pulled behind him. He’s smiling too, because waiting for him, with a football, ready for a kick-about, are his brothers, Fred, Arthur and John. Heaven will never be the same. If St Peter didn’t know how to play chase-the-ace before, he soon will do. There’s already a tee-time booked on heaven’s best links. What a four-ball! Ben Hogan and Arnold Palmer versus Durham Road’s finest; George Needs and Johnny Waters. Ten-bob a hole. Half-a-crown nearest the pin. Gotchas, gimmes, and mulligans allowed. He was my Uncle. My mentor. My friend. The man I wanted to grow up to be. He taught me just about everything I know, and re-wire every house I owned. Never a dull moment. He picked me up from school in an Eastern Electricity 18cwt Cherry picker. He took me on a 90-mile M1 road trip in the middle of winter, in a car with no windscreen or heater. I was 9. I froze. He pitched a tent by the 18th green in Scotland; so we could watch the open golf. Only he got the wrong course. It didn’t matter; he was uncle George. When you were with uncle George, everything was always alright. He taught me to play golf; and then proudly caddied for me in competitions. Every morning, for years, at 7.30am, after he’d driven me to work, we’d played darts. Little wonder he was the star of the Jolly Farmers darts team. Sundays were the best. Sunday was uncle George day. As a kid, freshly scrubbed, just out of the tub, and ready for bed, Uncle George would show up, and we’d play football or tennis in the back garden. He’d blame me, every time he’d knock the head off one of dad’s dahlias with the ball. By the time Sing Something Simple came on the radio, I needed another bath. I never wanted to climb the wooden hill to Bedfordshire. I wanted to stay downstairs, laughing and joking with Uncle George. He visited all the kith and kin he loved so much. He loved the parties, seaside trips, and the famed Chingford picnics. Uncle George was what being a family was all about. Then came Teresa, who took his breath away. She played golf! Score! They were the perfect two-ball. Teresa, you gave him the home life he craved. And just as he loved our family, he adored your family too. You were his rock, never more so, than when he got ill. You meant the world to him. His time with you; was the happiest of his life. You completed him. He dearly loved his ‘kid’, as we know you dearly loved him. In all the clubs from Whitewebbs to Felixstow Ferry, on all the tees he drove from, and all the greens he putted on, he will be fondly remembered. He was a man who, in life, never hit it out of bounds, rarely three-putted, and was always well under par. Given the option, he would never have left his beloved Teresa (and Milly) but now, he’ll be up there with his brothers and his best friend, probably pushing grandad and his piano around on a handcart, looking for a party to gate-crash. Having a blast and causing all-sorts of mayhem. So, uncle George, with a smile, I say one last time, as I’ve said to you on many golf courses. See two knuckles on your left hand, tuck your right elbow in, feet shoulder’s width, open your stance, keep your hips out of the shot, don’t take it back inside the line, and follow-through to the target. Look out God, you’ve got a new contender for club champion. I will miss you uncle George. More than my words can ever say. x

What a lucky girl I was the day you asked me to marry you George - 38 (nearly 39) happy years - please be waiting for me and Milly, with Trixie, Bess and Abbey when we join you to be together. God Bless Darling. xxxxxxxxx Teresa/Tess/"Kid"

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.