Duncan Robson

Duncan Robson 1935-2017
Duncan Robson 1935-2017

Duncan Robson 1935-2017
It is with great sadness that we make the announcement that Duncan Robson died in the early hours of Thursday, 5th January . The following is from his good friend Robin Shannon, one of the Tealby contingent of choristers:
Duncan and I joined the choir together in September 1990 having been persuaded by Mike Kerrigan. He was 81 years of age. Over the last 2 years Duncan had a heart condition but this was well managed and more recently he was troubled by arthritis in his pelvis and hips which was affecting his mobility.

Gastrointestinal problems had he none! He and Jill spent Christmas and New Year visiting their 3 sons and their families and returned to the village on New Year’s Eve ready for dinner with friends. He went to bed Sunday night tired but ok and woke in the night with abdominal pains which grew worse so that he had to be taken to hospital on Monday afternoon.

Duncan and I were close personal friends as were our respective families and I can’t really believe he has gone. I last saw him in hospital on Tuesday, he knew the score and he was calm and composed and accepting his situation with great courage and dignity.

I can’t speak too highly of Duncan, he was proud to be a Geordie, had a great sense of humour, and was always great company. He was an economics graduate of Kings College Newcastle and his career was in British Steel in Scunthorpe,(he played rugby for Scunthorpe), Scotland and Rotherham. He travelled widely in his senior role in marketing.

He loved music, from opera to traditional songs and in recent times with advancing years the choir was his abiding interest, he served for a number of years as fixtures secretary. I have a great memory of a party in the Robson’s house when I was persuaded to give a rendering of a traditional Irish song (The Rose of Tralee) to be followed and outshone by Duncan’s rendering of Cushie Butterfield in impeccable Geordie dialect. (I’m a broken-hearted keelman and I’m o’er head in love with a young lass from Gyetsid. And I call ‘er my dove. Her name’s Cushie Butterfield and she sells..)

To be honest I feel devastated by the loss of a true friend and I am sure he will be missed by many in the choir. Robin

He certainly will be, it will be the family’s request that the choir should participate in a memorial service. Once the details are know we will let you know