I HAVE just read the obituary of Bob Jackson of Foxearth (News from Town and Village, August 23). It brought a tear to my eye and made me chuckle at the same time.
I was one of the many postmen who delivered the mail to Red House Farm over the years.
We timed our delivery for 7am and when we arrived at Bob’s there would be a fresh pot of tea and a packet of digestive biscuits on the kitchen table.
Bob would usually be seated at the table, freshly shaved, looking smart in an immaculately ironed shirt, a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, ready for another day’s farming.
Of all the postmen who delivered to Bob, two stand out in my mind. These are George Cooper and Frank Wells. They called themselves the Foxearth Fusiliers!
Frank was the one who came up with the name Tea House Farm instead of Red House Farm. When he was on holiday he would send a postcard to Bob addressed to Tea House Farm, Digestive Lane, Foxearth. Needless to say they all arrived okay.
I have very fond memories of Bob and Mary Jackson, they will be missed by all who knew them.
Pot Kiln Road