After a short illness, Dad passed away on the 9/12/12. He was admitted to hospital a week earlier, but after a diagnosis of renal failure, unspecified serious infection, possibility of a stroke, and breakdown of marrow, he was discharged for palliative care. Placed on morphine, he was then made as comfortable as possible. Since admission to hospital, he was unable to communicate, other than a few moments of an alert state where at least he was able to nod in acknowlegement of his family. After a distinguished war service in the Fleet Arm, flying Swordfish biplanes on Arctic Convoys to Russia, he then entered teaching where for many years he taught science and biology to many students across New Zealand. Generally highly regarded by his students (there always being exceptions as those who have taught will know), he reached into the hearts and minds of people both inside and outside the profession. He was also a brilliant photographer, and it was to him that I owe my initial interests. The years he spent with his beloved Pentax cameras, doing both microscope and natural world images, many of which were published in textbooks, including a major senior biology text he was a major editor of, brought him a lot of pleasure. The years in the darkroom were always a time of enjoyment and pleasure for him. The love of photography and teaching was only matched by his love of Rugby, a promising career there being cut short by the war. He is survived by Mum, three sons, 7 grandchildren, and 3 great grandchildren. At peace ‘Cocky’ may all your flights be joyful.
The plane featured is a model of the aircraft he flew at the D-Day landings.