Patricia Brown - Pat Wilson - died on 15th June at her home in Dorset after a short illness. She chose to be buried in a woodland burial ground looking towards Poole Harbour and Corfe Castle, in a part of the country she had grown very attached to.
Pat started at City Grammar in 1960 and was head girl in her final year in 1966-67. She was enthusiastic in everything she did, taking part in tennis and hockey, Gilbert and Sullivan performances, the Choral Society, the Modern Languages Society and much more. Always cheerful and outgoing, she was one of those people who made the difference between school being a place to attend lessons and pass exams, and a place full of social activity.
After leaving school Pat took a diploma in business studies at the technical college and then fulfilled her ambition of joining the R.A.F. In 1974 she married a fellow officer, John Brown, and they served together for a number of years. Among other duties, she specialised in helping with personal and family problems in the service, and after retirement continued this interest as secretary of the local SSAFA Forces-Help, the organisation set up to help former and serving members of the forces and their families. She was deeply concerned about the welfare of ex-service men and women and had a wide knowledge about benefits, NHS care, housing and other services that could help them, and worked tirelessly as a volunteer.
Pat was a former chairman of Bournemouth Housing Society for the Elderly, a keen member of the National Trust, and worked for English Nature Conservation. She had also made a good deal of progress in tracing her and Johnís family history. Wilson and Brown are not the easiest starting points, but itís a measure of her determination that she traced them through a couple of centuries. Although she had been away all her adult life, she still loved the North, Sheffield and particularly Derbyshire.
Pat will be sadly missed, by John, who says he thought the world of her and truly believed their marriage was made in heaven, by her brother David, but also by those who rarely saw her and kept in touch by Christmas cards and the occasional letter or phone call, but for whom there is now great sadness at the loss of a good friend.
Joyce Dillon - nee Oxley