Sadly missed by those whose life Beatrice touched.
Thanks for all the happy wonderful memories.
Love from, Enid.

I first met Jo as I know her, in the Chaplain’s Office at RAF Ruislip 1956/7. We took to each other immediately because of our shared faith.
Our friendship lapsed after various postings, for 59 years! Jo had found my phone number from a Radio 4. Programme and rang. What a call that was. ” It’s Jo from Northern Ireland ” All the years floated away and since then we’ve regularly shared our family and Church stories. It’s been a delightful friendship and I thank God for it.
Love doesn’t cease with the accidence of death. It goes on. For a lifetime we are looking through ‘ a glass darkly’. No longer Jo. Now ‘ face to face’.
Bless.
Philip

Our apologies in advance but this is a bit of a walk down memory lane: but then life is full of memories.
We have so many fond and loving memories of Beatrice. The first time we met both Beatrice and Michael was on our first visit to the UK in 1977, where they plus Uncle Fred and Aunt Emily and Uncle Harold and Aunt Enid met us at Heathrow. We later travelled to Wareham where we were introduced to Andrew, Shauna and Peter. Shauna was just ten years old then.
Beatrice and Michael spent a memorable six-week holiday in South Africa in 1994 where they travelled the length and breadth of South Africa going to the Katze Dam in Lesotho and, on one occasion late in the evening, managed to talk themselves into staying at the managers’ accommodation in one of the Drakensberg resorts.
We met again in 2004 when Tessa and I had come to London for a holiday. Sadly, Michael passed away on our third day in London before we got to see him, so we travelled to Wareham for the funeral and then spent Christmas at Shauna’s house in Hayling Island. We remember helping prepare the Christmas dinner and Shauna and Beatrice stuffing Brussel sprouts and drinking home-made Glühwein to which Shauna had also added generous amounts of brandy or vodka.
We saw them every time we came to the UK and were most graciously hosted by either Beatrice or Shauna. The highlight for us was in 2019 when we finally manged to persuade the family to visit South Africa. It was a most memorable time as Beatrice managed to accompany us on all the outings we had. Beatrice very kindly invited us to spend a mid-week break with them at Silver Tree lodge, a very grand game lodge, in the Pilansberg and had very good animal sightings. (The reserve is the same one we took Aunt Enid to when she visited us in 2014.) We have so many good memories of these visits. During this visit the family spent time in Cape Town as well as Kwa Zulu Natal where they visited one of Beatrice’s cousins. We then spent a few days together in Clarens which Beatrice and Michael had visited in 1994, again bring back happy memories.
During our most recent visit to the UK in December2022/January we were able to visit Beatrice at Wareham again. Unfortunately, her health was already deteriorating but we had good discussions and family time. We also spent an evening looking at the photos that she and Michael had taken during their train trip to Moscow as well as China and looking at photos of Thomas Smith and piecing together gaps in the family tree.
Beatrice had a heart for people and was always trying to sort out their problems first, often at her own expense. In hospital, where she spent a number of weeks and months over the past few years, she would fuss over the other patients to make sure that they were comfortable and getting the right medication. We will miss her engaging smile and happy demeanour. She loved the Lord with all her heart and lived a life of faithful service. We will surely miss her but know for certain that she rests eternally with her heavenly father. RIP Beatrice.
With much love from Anthony, Tessa, Christopher, Lainie and families.

My dear Beatrice,
Thank you ever so much for becoming my remote mother after I had came over all the way from Vienna for a school exchange.
Also thanks to Shauna, Peter and Andrew for sharing their mum with me!
She got never tired of teaching me (and after some years even my kids) proper English with an Irish twist and always had a piece of homemade apple pie or short bread ready.
She provided a second home for me and my family, she was warmhearted and generous and I will always remember her good humour, her catching giggles and above all her zest for life.
Without her England will never be the same again, when I’m coming “back home” to Wareham…

We may be far away yet closer than ever!
Love from Regine, Fiona & Lucas

I am so sorry I could not attend this event in person. Beatrice has been such a presence for our whole family for more years than I can count. She was a gentle, kind person. But what I remember most about her was her soft Irish brogue, and her warm chuckle. The photo you have chosen is beautiful and I see her soul shining through that lovely smile. I don’t think I have ever known anyone with her level of positivity. She was a dear and loyal friend to our mother over many years, and treated my sisters and I as if we were family. Beatrice, I will never forget you. My deepest condolences to The whole family. Kate

What an unfillable hole Beatrice’s loss will leave in so many lives. She has been such a faithful friend to my late father Rev Tony Carter, and Sally Carter my Mum and to myself and all my brothers, in Wareham for so many years, and since we moved to Twickenham. Beatrice, always keeping in touch, and phoning despite Mum’s dementia and visiting whenever possible with her warmth and deep care and kindness and joy of life, a true Christian and inspirational person. So faithful and full of life and with such courage and love for others and such interest in the beauty of the world. Beatrice and my Mum shared such a love of poetry and joined together in the U3A poetry group which continues today, Beatrice the heart and soul of that and encouraging Mum to rejoin when lockdown forced the group to meet online. Beatrice so affirming and bright and poetic, making you feel confident and interesting. Our whole family so grateful and humbled by her faithful freindship and love. Her beautiful handwriting dropping through the letterbox so regularly on cards and letters with the promise of lots of news keeping us in touch with news of friends and members of the parish in Wareham. What immense kindness. How much we and all her family and friends will miss her – it’s difficult to take in that Beatrice such a force of nature isn’t with us here. My brother Richard always reminds me that we are held together with those we love and have lost through the unseen chain of God’s love. This chain seems so strong with Beatrice and we are so thankful for her.

Beatrice was a kind, caring and unselfish woman, both with family and friends. We were fortunate to enjoy her hospitality several times during our visits to the UK. When Beatrice and Michael visited Canada, we enjoyed the opportunity to show them the sights in and around Saskatoon and our cabin at Christopher Lake.

Jean & Maurice