I have just managed to get to Alton Library and there are not obits for two of your people but there is a longish one for:-
Alton Gazette, 3rd May 1929.
‘DEATH OF MR. R.G. ROBINSON. - Almost in the same hour as Mr Stent, whose death is reported above, passed away, the death occurred of his nephew, Mr Richard Gerald Robinson, eldest son of Mr and Mrs Gerald Robinson, of Turnpike Cottages, Froyle. He was 25 years of age, and had been ill for a considerable time. After serving five years in the R.A.F., he returned from service in February 1927 and took his discharge in the same year. He was taken seriously ill in 1927 and went to the Mount Sanatorium, Bishopstoke, for three months. For the past 10 months he had been in the sanatorium at Ventnor. The deceased was a godson of Sir Hubert Miller, Bart., his father having been in the employ of Sir Hubert as a gardener for many years. The funeral took place in St Mary’s Church on Saturday. The body was taken into the church on Friday evening, when Vespers were sung, and on Saturday morning there was a Sung Requiem Mass which was attended by the adult members of the choir, the church being nearly full. At 2.30 the burial service was sung by the same choir, the 90th Psalm and the hymn, “Jesu, lover of my soul” being sung, and as the procession left the church the Benedictus was chanted. Both services were taken by the Rev C. H. Sangster. The Lesson at the burial service was read by Sir Hubert Miller, Bart. Dr Pechell presided at the organ. The chief mourners were: Mr and Mrs Robinson (parents), Miss Molly Robinson (sister), C.P.O. and Mrs Simms, Mr and Mrs E. King, Mr and Mrs F. Robinson, Mrs Terry, and Mr J. Izzard (uncles and aunts), and Mrs Brownjohn.’
There then followed a long list of those who had sent floral tributes which included:-
Mum, Dad, Molly and Reg; Auntie Dora and Uncle Frank; Staff of Newport-road School, Aldershot; Auntie Kit and Uncle Edmond; Uncle Dick and Aunt Ada; Charlie and Harold; His chum Jim; Grannie and Auntie; and ‘His godfather, Sir Hubert Miller’.
Yours Jane
