This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, John Carson, 78, born on February 11, 1935 and passed away on December 30, 2013. We will remember him forever.
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Leave a tributeToday the memories come flooding back.
I have this abiding memory of you heading off down a ski run with a mixture of bravado and false gay abandon.
You had that look of let’s give thing a go come what may.
We didn’t know whether to cheer you on or shout stop stop.
In my memory I see you gathering speed towards a steep downhill.
I feel your panic as you disappear from sight over the edge.
Moments elapsed rapidly followed by a cloud of snow and a pair of skis doing summersalts.
We headed towards the point where we saw you last.
Only to meet you, triumphant, with a huge grin on your face.
Like you planned it all.
Someone told me later that you set out on the run yelling Jerronimo.
Thanks for the memory John.
I can’t believe its 7 years, I wish you could see the kids now, they have their moments but I’m so proud of them all. As Jasmine said we could do with your wisdom now is this nasty Covid year, it’s not been the best for so many people.
Al
and all your funny jokes I love you so much xxx
Time marches on and I am aware of your absence from our lives.
That absence leads me to realise the great loss you are and will be in the lives of our common grandchildren Cara and Aran.
You had so much love and joy to share with them. Their lives will be the less without your delight in them.
They knew you and cherished you.
They will hold your memory and call upon it to give them strength, confidence and stability as they face the trials of life.
That is your gift, your legacy to them and to us.
Rest in peace John.
We all missed you very much down in Bude for Christmas this year, I cant believe its been 6 years. We will be going for tea and cake again tomorrow in your memory.......xxx
Your picture pops up regularly on my computer.
And I am sad that you are not around to be an active part of our lives and the lives of our grandchildren and your grandchildren, Cara and Aran.
They are growing and developing well to be part of your legacy to this world.
You would be immensely proud of them.
Rest in peace John.
Gerry Quinn.
We think of you often, and laugh at things you thought funny, it’s a great way for the kids to remember you. Miss you daily especially on this special one Love always Jacqueline xx
Because all my memories of you give a lift to my day.
May you rest in Peace.
We remember you and recall your name many times in conversations throughout the year.
We send our sympathy and love to your daughter Jacquie and son All.
Gerry & Pat Quinn.
We all miss you here and your wise words.....x
Al
I find it hard to believe that I will not again enjoy the chats I had with him on the phone.
I would call him, for no particular reason other than that he came into my mind.
I was always glad that I did.
Gerry Quinn.
John was a great friend who by his warmth of character affected all.
I was privileged to know him, and life without his infectious humour,advice,and ever willing offers of help , is a poorer place.
Rest well old buddy.
He stood for all that was decent, respectable, honourable, and he expected the same in return from all others.
In his later years he would have felt let down and betrayed by the pillars of society. The leadership of the country, the Banks, the Judiciary, the Church.
He could be scathing in his criticism, his disappointment and his humour directed at the establishment.
Things were just not the way he would like them to be, or the way they used to be.
But his humour shone through and he was always good company.
He enjoyed a game of golf.
He came to Ireland to visit us when our son John and his daughter Jacqui decided to get married.
I think he came to check us out.
He and I went for a game of Golf at a small Club near Newry.
J R had all the gear; golf shoes, grey slacks, bright yellow sweater, the glove and a well stocked bag of clubs.
He cut a fine image. He looked every bit the part.
He teed up, hit the ball hard, first time..... But hooked it to the right where there was a small outcrop of rock just lying in wait.
I can still hear the crack as his ball hit the rock.
We had to duck as the ball came screaming back at us, over our heads and landed about 3 feet from the hole on the 18th behind us.
JR uttered his usual expletive, reserved for such occasions....."CHRIST"
He observed the scene, checked that there weren't too many people around.
Then he calmly picked up his putter, walked over to the 18th green, holed the ball, announced that was about enough for today and suggested we head for home.
We will all miss J R.
I know that Jac and Al and all his grandchildren will deeply miss him in their own individual ways.
He loved them all dearly.
He had so much more to give.
JR has left the stage of life too soon.
Much, Much, Too Soon.
Gerry Quinn.
Gerry Grant
"Nothing can ever take away
The love a heart holds dear,
Fond memories linger every day,
Remembrance keeps him near."
All our love Janine, Giles, Alex and Grace xx
Always ready for a laugh I can remember the occasion at LHR when he heard about his Bahrain posting he asked, "what on earth are they doing by sending me to the Middle-East with the colour of my sensitive skin?"
God bless you John - we miss you.
YOu will be surely missed.
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Please be patient.
Jeronimo
John wanted to ski very badly and when myself and his daughter Jacquie got work in Zurich for a year in 2000 he was keen to give it a go. Unfortunately he hurt his knee badly on Bracknell dry ski slope whilst practising before coming to CH for the winter. When he got there we all met in beautifiul Lauterbrun valley for a ski. It was a perfecty day and we sat around watching people zooming by. John got his skis on and determined to have a go he pointed them down the mountain and proclaimed "Jeronimo" I caught the whole thing on camera. That was it. One run with a crash at the end. He never skied again. His fire burned short and bright!
Love at First Sight.
The very first time I looked at him,
It made my heart beat fast.
I fell in love completely,
I knew that it would last.
He didn’t really notice me,
He didn’t even smile,
But I just stared so lovingly
Gaping at him, all the while.
He turned his head and looked away,
He didn’t even know,
That I had given him my heart,
And that I loved him so.
Just one glance it took,
To set my heart ablaze.
This love for him will last,
To the end of all my days.
How powerful is the gift of love,
To happen as quickly as this.
I hadn’t even held his hand,
Much less a loving kiss.
But as time goes on this love of mine,
I hope will love me too.
I have a faint suspicion
That is, what he will do.
But just in case you’re wondering,
Who has changed my life so far?
Well he is my little grandson,
And I am, his proud grandpa.
A special friend
I met John through The Golf Circle Midlands run by Sue Wilson, John being a member of a similar organisation in the South. We joined forces for overseas golfing holidays and became good friends - yes, that is me in the tam o' shanter with John in Peebles in 2006. We liked a bit of fun. I remember the same evening at the hotel we both dressed as sheikhs but nobody seem to notice so we tried our hand at romancing the ladies and noboty seemed to notice that either.
John helped us with his calligraphy skills, carefully writing out all the place names for our wedding in his lovely style. He was also always asked to do the same for Golf Circle and Mulligans golf events. These were always much appreciated and added to the enjoyment of the day
Since I married and moved south we met regularly until a month ago. John was very stoical about his health and, despite his many tribulations, was always determined to enjoy life. You can see this in the photos on this memorial site - he is always laughing and smiling.
Last winter, John and I had a golfing break at Heythrop Park. The weather was fine but dreadfully cold and John needed a buggy to get round. After only a very few holes we had to stop to defrost our fingers and John produced a bottle of his fine whisky and with my thermos of coffee we stopped at every tee for a warmer. By the end of the round neither of us could remember our scores and John's driving certainly didn't improve. The only time he really worried me was when he insisted on driving a golf buggy at full speed around Aphrodite Hills golf course up and down steep cliff faces! I actually thought he was trying to scare me which he certainly did! but that was John. I will miss a good friend but have many happy memories.