In memory of Rotarian Barry Gillett PHF
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Barry was a keen Rotarian who was always ready to volunteer to help with any Rotary event and activity. He was especially keen to support young people and the local school, Pensford Primary. Barry was a School Governor there for a number of years, offering a great deal of practical help and support. He also took part in the presentation of Rotary Dictionaries to the Pensford pupils and was clearly popular and respected by pupils and staff alike.
Barry was passionate about sport, especially Rugby, which he had played as a young man and later coached, including a time coaching the University of Manchester First XV while living in Cheshire. Barry also helped set up and keenly supported the Rotary Sponsorship of the Chew Valley Primary Schools Football Tournament. He was very pleased this year that girls from Pensford School had won one of the Cups.
Whether setting up the cookers for the Stanton Drew Big Breakfast, packing Water Survival Boxes or volunteering to step in and help in any kind of event, Barry was positive and enthusiastic in everything he did. Barry’s enthusiasm for life and his lively sense of humour will be sadly missed. He was admired and respected by everyone who knew him. Our sympathies are with his wife Doris, his children Vicky & Christopher and everyone in his family in their loss.
Words from the Service
If by Rudyard Kipling
Spoken by Victoria
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
(from the family)
Perhaps you sent a lovely card,
Or sat quietly in a chair.
Perhaps you gave a donation
or floral array,
if so we saw it there.
Perhaps you spoke the kindest words,
As any friend could say:
Perhaps you were not there al all.
just thought of us on that day.
Whatever you did to console our hearts,
We thank you,
So very much for whatever the part.
In Loving Memory
27th July 1942 - 27th February 2019