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May 20th 1995 John & I celebrated our respective 60th birthdays with a monster party on the Bull-Beverley Burton property - complete with giant tent, music, dancing and one of the world's finest estate-bottled wines: "Chateau Bull-Abbott, Grand vin de Puslinch 1935". On May 20th when John would have been 75, Urve & I will open our last remaining bottle and toast a man whose life embodied the words Honour and Integrity - an inspiration to all who knew him.

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Anonymous
13 years ago

Like Uncle Tony, who says he has never known life without his big brother, I too have never known life without my Dad. But in some ways it seems vaguely familiar. Although he was always there, he was never actually there and then never enough. He slipped in and out of my life at the most memorable points – the high days and holidays, when babies were born, when my grandmother (his mother) died, when he was traveling abroad and en route back to Canada. When my Dad was actually there he would hire a car and arrive by himself, traveling light with just one suitcase – an experienced traveler. He rarely needed washing done or any special arrangements, was happy to sleep anyhow, drive anywhere or eat anything. He was unfailingly interested in my children and extended family, Rob’s job, the garden, home improvements, my job, current affairs, visits to local pubs, computers cameras and binoculars, our holidays, meals we’d enjoyed, the pets, the weather and so much more. When he visited he would rub his hands together before starting a meal and stroke his finger along his nose when he was thinking. He would tell me how he loved the food made by “my Mum,” puddings with suspect names like spotted dick and plum duff. He always wore his silver engineering ring on his right little finger and tended to fold his arms across his chest when he stood. In later years he would cup his hand to his ‘good’ ear to hear me better. He loved taking photos, having a good camera, looking at something through his expensive binoculars or studying maps. He loved driving through the English countryside pointing places out and visiting lots of family or friends. But most of the time he was not here. He was however always at the end of the email to respond, comment or add to the text or photos I sent. I will miss his visits and I will miss receiving mail from my Dad and having my Dad there to send mail to. Like Pippa says, he did give big hugs and would squeeze you tight. He was always kind and thoughtful. I never heard him speak ill of anyone we knew. He had a positive outlook on life, made the best of his life and looked out with a huge smile.

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Pippa Dowdell
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On grandpa's latest trip to England, Mum, grandpa and I spent one day wondering around Wells Cathedral and Bishops Palace, it was beautifully sunny and we had lunch is a quirky little vegetarian restaurant in town. We were looking at the architecture of the buildings for my university project and grandpa was full of historic facts and case studies for me to look at. He had an amazing presence that was calm and kind. He was always in control of the situation and very caring, whilst also being great fun and so interesting to listen to. I will miss his big hugs and the cool internet links he used send us to make us laugh. Pippa p.s. i chose this picture because it reminded me of when poor grandpa fell over in the back garden in the middle of an intense football match with James. i imagine it really hurt but he covered it well!

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Judith Humphries
13 years ago

John said himself that you can't escape from a name like "John Bull". It's the name of everyman and yet John was not Everyman, he was the man everyman wants to be. Despite his great social and intellectual abilities he was the least stuffy and pretentious person you could hope to find. The first time you met him he made you fell you had been friends for life. John made our Bristol reunions fun. On a famous occasion at Buckhorn the eager Bristolian followed their fearless leader on a ramble through the bush. The bush became bushier and the way somewhat obsure. We had a lovely time finding our way out and what better way to make friends! The dinner was especially good that night. Thank you, John, for making our reunions such fun. We all miss you.

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Sarah Carter
13 years ago

In 1992, my Dad and I visited England to celebrate by Grandmother's 80th birthday and visit other relatives. We had a great time on that trip and I have a lot of fond memories. My first recollection of the trip was my Dad testing out his race driving skills on the English country roads. We zipped up and down hills and around the twists and turns. Before long, I felt completely sick to my stomach, being very prone to motion sickness, and had to ask my Dad to pull over and stop. I got the impression he was a bit put out that he couldn't drive as fast anymore after that. I also remember our famous trip on the zodiac around an island off the coast of Wales. As we set off, the boat was going so fast, it was nearly vertical to the water. I hung on for dear life, but I always felt safe with my Dad beside me. When we finally slowed down and circled the island, we were told to look for birds and other wildlife on land. I don't think we saw much, but had a really nice time just being together, trying to stay warm and not fall off the boat. Another highlight of the trip was our lunch at the Swan in Lavenham. My Dad was really excited to take me there as it was a well-known, high-end restaurant, although I had never heard of it. I don't remember much about our actual lunch (although I'm it sure it was very good!), but I do remember when my Dad got the bill. His eyes widened and he took a big gulp as he put his credit card down. He later told me the lunch came to 60 pounds, which was a lot of money considering the exchange rate, but he said it was worth it....and I agree! I have so many other memories of that trip like my Grandmother's birthday lunch, seeing Caroline and Rosemary and their young kids, seeing Tony and Judith at their home, meeting lots of aunts and cousins, visiting castles, and laughing hysterically together when I dropped my ham in my Dad's tea in a Welsh tea house (by accident, of course!). Best of all, I cherish the time we had together on our own, which was a rare opportunity for us. I will always remember that trip and how great it was to be with my Dad! Sarah

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13 years ago

We are all saddened to learn of the Passing of a true gentleman. Our deepest sympathies and condolences from everyone at Guelph Volkswagen.

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This is a photo of John when he and Mary came to visit us in Queensland in 2004. We a had a great time together. We will miss him very much..Peter & Jus Young

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Heather Proctor
13 years ago

When John decided he wanted to get together with Canadian Alumni from Bristol University, he began by inviting us all to his home in Puslinch. One thing I remember about that first get-together was Mary saying, "Oh isn't it nice to hear so many people talking PROPERLY!" John obviously enjoyed Mary's special brand of humour, and we all enjoyed his jovial way of accepting everybody. John was always the life and soul of our reunions and we all felt, if John couldn't be there, we'd change the date. McMichael Gallery, Wolfe Island, Buckhorn, will always bring back fond memories of times organised by and enjoyed with John. I also remember the Christmas "Soup and Buns" parties - wonderful soups, breads, and cheeses - and such interesting people came! John had a knack of being the perfect host, putting everyone at ease, and joining in the fun himself. He really was a party person. Keep the party going John!

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Wendy Waite
13 years ago

Joyce, Wendy and Gerry remember John with great fondness - he was a prime mover in organising the grand get-together of four generations of the Thyne family in the summer of 1999, in Hertfordshire in the UK, attended by 60+ relatives. Only last year the aunts and cousins had lunch with John when he was last in England - another memorable occasion. We find it hard to believe that we will no longer see his wonderful smile and enjoy his optimistic view of life.

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Tony Bull
13 years ago

I've never known life without my big brother! He was always a lead figure; head of our little gang during the war years when we roamed Dartford Heath climbing trees and collecting shrapnel. He gave me my first Craven A cigarette. We built meccano models, wired up morse code systems and rode our bikes together. We shared a bedroom for 12 years. We knew each other pretty well! For my younger days I was always under his shadow. At Portsmouth Northern Grammar School he was in the school 1st IX football and cricket teams, he held the school 800 yards and discus records and played in the school tennis team. I did none of these things though I did try. He was a senior prefect when I was in the 3rd year. I always looked up to him. He was my big brother. At school he was known as big bully and I was little bully (not that either of us were bullies but with a surname like ours we had no choice!) Ours was a very happy young life despite living through the war years. At 14 I went with my parents to live in Malta leaving John behind to finish his school exams and go on to university. Our close contact stopped as we only ever lived together after that during school/university holidays. Life always moved up a gear when John came home. At one stage there was a lady in Malta who was very depressed and hated living away from the UK. John started to play about dressing in different clothes, put a bed chamber on his head and charged about as if attacking her. She laughed so much she could hardly stand up. The experience totally changed her attitude to living there. Whenever we met she could only talk about that day! He was good company, full of fun and good nature. I don't remember that we ever had fights or quarrels, certainly not serious stuff; but I could fill this page with memory after memory of exploits and fun things we did. To my family John was always Uncle John in Canada, a romantic figure from the wilds of the west who always , smiling and friendly, breezed into our lives at regular intervals. He loved his family roots in England where his aunts and cousins will miss him greatly. He dug deep into family trees and always managed to discover some distant relation before making a visit to the UK. He then typically invited them to meet him in my house where we then had to entertain them! What more can I say? He slipped away too quickly to tell him how much we loved him and, boy, how I will miss my big brother.

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Chris Earley
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