The obituary notice of Peter TROTTER

In loving memory of our Uncle Peter

Our thoughts are with you all as you lay your dear Father, Grandfather, and Great grandfather to rest. May his memory be a blessing on your lips.
Love Susan and Adrian Litman and family

Our deepest condolences to all of the family with the passing of Granddad and Pop. He leaves a legacy of love and strength and will never be forgotten. Thank you for giving us Moira, who in turn gave us Dean, and now our shared grandchildren, Eden, Max and bump.
Susan and Adrian Litman

Moira, Tony & all the family. Thinking of you all at this sad time. What wonderful tributes you have all left. Love from all your friends at the Hardwick Club. xx

Rest in Peace Uncle Pete

Love
Bob and Jaine xxx

Back in 1952 I was four years old and we lived with Dot and Peter in a small house in Portman Rd, Norton. I can remember Kath and Peter getting married and going to Blackpool on their honeymoon. They came back late one night, so Frankie and me were got out of bed to greet them and join in the excitement of their trip. Kathy and Pete brought our Frank, a yacht to play with on Norton Duck Pond. I got a super-sized motorboat that could be wound up and the propeller would go crazy as the boat speed across the pond.

Their return from Blackpool is one of the highlights of my childhood.

Uncle Peter, as he was known, took me bird spotting down in Ozzie wood. We would sit silently for ages waiting for a blue fridge or a fantail. When I spotted one, I shouted;

“There it is”

at the top of my voice and scattered every bird for miles around. Uncle Pete tried to teach me patience. Alas, I still haven't got it.

Bon voyage, Uncle Pete, and thanks for everything.

Bob.

Back in 1952 I was four years old and we lived with Dot and Peter in a small house in Portman Rd, Norton. I can remember Kath and Peter getting married and going to Blackpool on their honeymoon. They came back late one night, so Frankie and me were got out of bed to greet them and join in the excitement of their trip. Kathy and Pete brought our Frank, a yacht to play with on Norton Duck Pond. I got a super-sized motorboat that could be wound up and the propeller would go crazy as the boat speed across the pond. Their return from Blackpool is one of the highlights of my childhood.

Uncle Peter, as he was known, took me bird spotting down in Ozzie wood. We would sit silently for ages waiting for a blue fridge or a fantail. When I spotted one, I shouted;

“There it is”

at the top of my voice and scattered every bird for miles around. Uncle Pete tried to teach me patience. Alas, I still haven't got it.

Bon voyage, Uncle Pete, and thanks for everything.

Bob.