school and trained as a florist, maintaining plant displays in shops
and offices. He then moved
to Debenhams and then Selfridges in London's Oxford Street, where he
as a window dresser, before eventually returning to his first career in
He, like many people with reduced abilities in one area, had
skills in others. He was extremely talented in interior decoration,
design and maintenance and in major projects such as house extensions,
it seems he had all of the necessary skills without having to be taught
Our father was a master builder, and often puzzled how it was that
knew all he knew without having to be taught.
ARTHUR HATCH was born
26 September 1862, and died 29 September 1901. He married ELLEN
24 June 1888 in Shooters Hill Baptist Church, London SE. He was
only 39 when he died.
EDWARD HATCH was born
31 May 1891, and died 25 January 1978 in West Wickham, Kent. He
IVY WRIGHT 25 September 1919, daughter of COBDEN BRIGHT VILLIERS WRIGHT
Arthur and Ivy Hatch on their wedding day on 25th September 1919.
Bob died in March 1944 when fatally wounded in a bombing raid near his home. He was only 43.
GRAHAM ERNEST HATCH was born 16 February 1922 in Brockley, South East London, and died 14 May 1981 in Blackheath, South East London. He married DOREEN MARY WHITE 12 June 1948, daughter of HARVEY WHITE and HONORIA DELANEY.
(l-r) Peter, Doreen and David Hatch in November 1985 after the funeral of Mabel Hatch (see above)
DAVID HATCH and ANNE
i. SARAH ELEANOR HATCH
(l-r) Anne, Sarah and David Hatch in August 1997.
Which brings us back to Peter. Peter fell ill in August 1993 and died in intensive care on 19th September 1994 of an AIDS-related illness at the age of only 43. He'd carried the virus for 12 to 13 years and if only he could have hung on for a little longer he could perhaps have been saved by the drugs that are now available. Those who are judgmental about others suffering from this deadly illness should be forced to witness the decline of a sufferer - it is harrowing for all concerned and I would not wish such a death even on my worst enemy.
So, he has been gone for fourteen years. I still find that I think about him nearly every day, even after such a long time, and I know that his this is also true of many others. All of his irreplaceable knowledge and skills went with him, so my epitaph for him would be a quotation from the end of Blade Runner; All these moments are lost, like teardrops in rain.
Requiescat in pace.
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