Nora Fisher Funeral Service

Nora Fisher Eulogy

My Gran Nora Fisher was born in 1936 in Hetton le Hole, so grew up in wartime Britain. As with so many families of the time, her father enlisted in the RAF and flew Lancaster bombers throughout the war, during which very few bomber crews returned.

He was one of the lucky ones though, and whilst he bravely fought for his country Nora’s mother carried out his regular job at home. Like so many children during this period, Nora went to live with her grandmother in South Hetton which she had very fond memories of.

From humble beginnings though, Nora thrived in school and education, which helped shape her later life as she herself became a teacher.

Whilst working in the planning department for Durham City Council, she met her future husband Doug, at a dance hall in Durham. Following marriage they were blessed with 2 children Anne and John.

Nora retrained to be a teacher, and went on to work in special schools. Sadly the marriage wasn’t to last, but it did serve to introduce Nora to Ken, who would become her soul mate in so many ways for the next 20 years.

Nora excelled as a teacher and before long became a Head teacher- a position she maintained until her retirement, by which time her own children had grown up and her time as a loving grandmother to myself first, then Jasmine and Freya.

Following Kens untimely death and with John and Jasmine in New Zealand, me grown up and Anne preparing to move her and Freya to New Zealand, Nora then embarked upon the next exciting chapter in her life with Bob, a fellow head teacher and widow. With Bob as Mayor she became Mayoress of Durham City in 2007.

Now I’ve covered my Grans history, career and accomplishments, I’d like to talk about my personal experiences with my Gran.

She has always been the most supportive figure in my life, which was a great help to me and when I started a family with my husband Keith. She loved her great grandchildren, Lucas and Isla deeply and no sooner would we be back from hospital with them than Nora would be round making sure everyone was OK and to see how she could help – more often than not stealing our laundry basket so she could do our washing and ironing.

Even as recently as this past Christmas she was still able to lighten the mood with some humour, such as going to see her in the home at Horden and completely out of the blue she had curly hair, having seen her my whole life with straight hair. She was over the moon though and it was great to see her smiling, having fun.

I have great memories of growing up with my Gran and Ken, who was in all but DNA my granddad, spending weekends at the bungalow they built together in Coxhoe and the many holidays all over the world we had together, along with the hat. The hat in question is this one on the coffin, and was a running family joke that my gran took it everywhere. Ken often tried to replace and dispose of the hat – we all did from time to time, but it endured, so I think it perhaps fitting that it accompanies her on this her final journey.

Thank you Gran for all you did for me and our family, you truly were a special person and you will never be forgotten by those whose lives you touched. Rest in peace