Edward Speake was better known by his home name, Guddu. I (George Shepherd) got to know him when I became a tenant of his parents. Guddu's wife was Uma and they had three sons and two daughters. Both his parents died within 24 hours of each other, his dad on December 31, 1987 (?) and mother, January 1, 1988 (?). Guddu was a good soul and though he spoke his mind, he never meant any harm. He was good with his hands - repairing anything - though he was great with clocks, watches and old gramophones. I was a tenant at the house known as Evelyn Lodge, off Station Rd. and spent many of my spare hours during those years watching him work - I learnt a few things from him!
In Lucknow, as in other parts of the world, graves mean little to some people, but a search on the internet proves otherwise! What one will find on this blog isn't even 'a drop in the vast ocean' of tears that would have been shed if it were possible to calculate. The names, the sad poetry, quotes and expression of grief of the loved ones all being ground to dust. "...We always say that the history of a parish is in its graveyards..." Passage West (from a blog and book by Jim Murphy)
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Edward and Uma Speake
Edward Speake was better known by his home name, Guddu. I (George Shepherd) got to know him when I became a tenant of his parents. Guddu's wife was Uma and they had three sons and two daughters. Both his parents died within 24 hours of each other, his dad on December 31, 1987 (?) and mother, January 1, 1988 (?). Guddu was a good soul and though he spoke his mind, he never meant any harm. He was good with his hands - repairing anything - though he was great with clocks, watches and old gramophones. I was a tenant at the house known as Evelyn Lodge, off Station Rd. and spent many of my spare hours during those years watching him work - I learnt a few things from him!
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