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Just got the word that John passed away a couple of days ago. I believe he was 90 years old.
After some correspondence following a long-distance introduction made by Norman Nock, I first actually met John in 1985 when I first stayed at his and Heather's home in Fernhill Heath, near Worcester. John and Heather were gracious hosts. We became good friends over the course of numerous visits, including John visiting us in the USA.
It sounds like a cliche, but he was a special man. You may know him as the author of a couple of books and as the original owner of his Healey Blue BN1 registered OOM 552. In fact, John had given me a pair of plates with that registration number and they are displayed in my garage. I was just dusting them off a couple of days ago, and John had been on mind in the last few days.
This is a photo that John had framed and gave me. It was taken at the Breckenridge meet in 1992. That's John in the center and of course Geoff Healey on the right. (Sorry about the quality, but that's a phone snapshot of the framed pic.)
John was a very dear man and had been an Austin engineer. The marque never had a better friend, nor did I.
After some correspondence following a long-distance introduction made by Norman Nock, I first actually met John in 1985 when I first stayed at his and Heather's home in Fernhill Heath, near Worcester. John and Heather were gracious hosts. We became good friends over the course of numerous visits, including John visiting us in the USA.
It sounds like a cliche, but he was a special man. You may know him as the author of a couple of books and as the original owner of his Healey Blue BN1 registered OOM 552. In fact, John had given me a pair of plates with that registration number and they are displayed in my garage. I was just dusting them off a couple of days ago, and John had been on mind in the last few days.
This is a photo that John had framed and gave me. It was taken at the Breckenridge meet in 1992. That's John in the center and of course Geoff Healey on the right. (Sorry about the quality, but that's a phone snapshot of the framed pic.)
John was a very dear man and had been an Austin engineer. The marque never had a better friend, nor did I.