The Parish Church of St George the Martyr, Waterlooville


Fr Mike writes: June was born and brought up near Twickenham at St Margaret’s. She never knew her father who died when she was two years old. Her mother remarried and then June had two sisters.

June used to walk the dog and met Ken when she was 18 on one of these walks. They married at Marble Hill and had baby Janie, and later, when June’s sister died just after having Claire, they adopted her and so their family was complete.

When Ken took early retirement they moved to Waterlooville. By that time Janie was settled in her own home so she didn’t make the move south.

June loved her family and talked about them a lot. She was very proud to watch Sarah on the stage and was overjoyed to be visited by her in hospital together with stuffed dog Booful. He is now with June in her coffin.

June has been described as kind, helpful and also stubborn and brusk. At St George’s, where she and Ken ministered for many years, she was just so helpful to the Clergy. Fr Ray wrote, “She was always a good, reliable support and made me very welcome when I came to St George’s.” I echo that. She told me exactly what to do and showed me where everything was. June really was the power behind the throne.

As she became more fragile she had to stop doing so much, Janie and Claire made sure of that. We had to find 15 people to take on all the jobs in church, and two years on we are still finding things that June did. And that was just in church, let alone what she did around the church hall.

June made many friends here and it is good that Jean Goddard was with her at the end.

June belonged to the Mothers’ Union, was a member of the Servers Guild, was active at bazaars and looked after refreshments at the Parent and Toddlers. She is much missed, but we know that June and Ken are in Heaven, their faith was very strong. May she rest in peace and rise in glory.

June’s daughter Claire writes: There are so many happy memories that I have with my mum and dad that I couldn't possibly tell you them all. Going to the beach; on picnics with dad falling through the deck chair which we all found hilarious; Mum having 5 cats and a dog at one stage, with a budgie in there somewhere too and fish. Mum always told it how it was and didn’t care who she told or when. I remember when shopping for my wedding dress the first one I tried on she said “you look like a sausage”; she’d got a point too, it was not a flattering dress at all and I remember a lady in there her face was a picture I’m not sure if it was what mum said or the fact that I just laughed, she was one for honesty that’s for sure.
But Mum was always there for me and she always loved me as I did her.
I’ve always known I was adopted and don’t remember a time that mum told me, it was just known, she always spoke of my biological mum and dad as it was her sister and brother in law. When they adopted me to keep me in the family I gained another sister so now I had three but I did not live with any of them, it was like I was an only child which was fantastic as I got the best of both worlds!! I would say I was quite spoilt but mum never let me become a brat, if she said “no” she meant it and God help me if I carried on but I knew not to, usually, although a couple of times she had been known to chase me upstairs cos I’d been naughty and I had locked myself in my bathroom to avoid a telling off and a whack with a wooden spoon, or her hand was just as good, but I would not change a thing. My wonderful mum taught me to love and respect my mum, dad and also respect others.
When I met Wayne and told mum about him and he had three boys mum spoke truthfully and said “Claire that will be really hard work, trust you to get a man with an already made family” but she was supportive and believed that we had to make our own decisions or mistakes and luckily it was not a mistake, not only did mum stand by me she accepted Wayne and the boys into our family and treated them like her own grandchildren, she thought Wayne was amazing (for some reason) and when Lucy came along, although before marriage which possibly could have upset her not that she told me, Lucy and mum became instant best friends for the next 4 years. They loved each other so much always playing together, Lucy normally giving mum orders of what to do and making tea for nanny in her kitchen or dragging nanny upstairs to her bedroom to play.

I loved her with all my heart and I know she’s up in heaven sorting dad out because where else would a caring, loving, honest and beautiful person go. I love you mum and dad forever.

amongst the hundred and one things that June did, she was also a valued member of the St George’s News team, as proof reader for many years.

Festival Edition 2014

June Bradley, 1933-2014