Harold Thomas Chandler 1923-1996
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Harold Thomas Chandler
Born: 11 June 1923 Swindon. UK
Died: 26 August 1996 Chiseldon. UK
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove us
he only takes the best *************************
I have only slipped into the next room. I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner. All is well. *************************
Born: 11 June 1923 Swindon. UK
Died: 26 August 1996 Chiseldon. UK
God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered, Come to Me.
With tearful eyes we watch you
and saw you pass away
and although we loved you dearly
we could not make you stay.
hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove us
he only takes the best *************************
Harold,
Dad to myself and Mark.
Devoted husband to Iris.
As a young lad he started work for a small corner shop
delivering all over on his beloved bicycle.
He entered national service as a sailor
and worked his duty to the full during the second world war.
He later worked at Swindon railway works which was his trade until early 60s when redundancy sadly took place.
He then went on to finish his working life as a forklift driver at Pressteel,
(later known as Rover) until his retirement at 65.
I have only slipped into the next room. I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner. All is well. *************************
