John Hone - An appreciation
I am saddened to
advise members of the death of our member, John
Hone, who died on 22 September.
John was in every
way a complete gentleman and a delightful person to
know. His interests were many and varied. I
first got to know him and his charming wife, Joy, on
Industrial Archaelogy trips with Edwin Course many
years ago.
At John's funeral I
asked his daughter, Lucy, for a few biographical
details to print in the newsletter. She sent me such
an interesting piece that I have reproduced it,
almost in full, with the help of Sheila our
newsletter editor, and here it is.
Dad was born in Bristol on 16 the
November 1925, the third of four children (all the
others were girls).
He attended St Pauls Choir School as
a chorister, Bristol Grammar School for its 6th form
and then went into the Navy in 1943 – just after his
18th Birthday - and spent the next four years in
the North Sea and in the Mediterranean. During this
time he decided he wanted to be a teacher and, on
returning to civilian life in 1947, taught as a
probationary teacher for a year at School Road
School in Knowle (Bristol). Having gained a place
at University College Oxford he took this up in 1948
and read history. Mum and Dad married in October
1950 (having known each other since 1942) and then
returned to Oxford with her to do a Diploma of
Education.
Joining the Instructor Branch of the Navy in 1951,
he became based all over the West and South and East
of England with time abroad in 1960 – 62. We moved
to Gosport and that is when the moving around for
the family stopped. He lectured at Greenwich for 3
years – 1963-6 and after that was attached to the
distance learning unit at Victory/Nelson and HMS
Dolphin. He retired from Navy life in 1973 and
immediately reprised his role, but in a civilian
capacity, the week after!!!
Throughout his life he was an avid
and enthusiastic learner. He had a passion for
books, for buildings, for things that no longer
worked but that he could fix. He would show us
children (4 of us – 3 girls and a boy) where history
had left its mark on towns and we went to most
castles at some point or another. We would go on
holiday to North Wales and visit old mines and even
went to the Ffestiniog Hydroelectric Dam just after
it opened – and the railway and so many other
interesting and odd places.
He particularly liked to find places
that few other people visited and this resulted in
some puzzled faces from us - a “village” that was
an empty field apart from some stones and grassy
lumps, but to him it was full of interest.