Last Saturday I joined my cousins Sue, Ann and Mark Roper, to put my Aunt Betty's ashes in a grave in St Leonard's churchyard in Seaford, where they joined her husband's, Uncle Lewis, who died in 1978. With the ashes they buried a sprig of rosemary and some sea-water.
Lewis was the third of four children, my Aunt Mary (1909-1991) being the oldest, my father, William George, aka Tim (1912-1997) the next, and the youngest my Uncle Tony, born in 1921.
