Len Spencer Funeral Tribute
Created by Paul J King 8 years ago
Our father
was born in 1923 – 93 years ago this month – in Stepney, London. A very bright lad, he was awarded a
scholarship to East Ham Grammar, and on matriculation won a place in the Civil
Service, working at the Royal Mint. There
he met our mother – he was about 16 and she was about 21 and worked in
“Establishment” – personnel – with one responsibility being to make up the pay
packets. War had broken out, and Dad was
talent-spotted by the Royal Navy – pretty much singled out – to join HMS Arthur
in Lancashire, where he taught wireless and was later involved in developing radar. My mother’s family had been evacuated to
village in Somerset, he would cycle down from Lancashire quite a lot, and in
1944 my parents married there, and within the year had my brother John. John was very poorly as a baby – the
surviving twin – and my father was persistent enough to get the right treatment
to save his life when John had gastroenteritis.
After the
war Dad returned to the Civil Service, working in the Ministry of
Transport. He got posted to Singapore
where he was the Divisional Sea Transport officer helping their civil service through
independence: there he fought on behalf of the local staff on employment rights
– being prepared to make himself unpopular with his superiors for doing so.
The family came
back from Singapore better off, lived in Hornchurch for a while, but then got
the money together to build a house in Burges Road – which my father designed,
and Trevor Wiggins his cousin – (who’s sitting over there) built 50 years ago. Dad had a full life at work – being responsible
for drawing up the contracts on the A12 Brentwood and Kelvedon by-passes –
which he was always very proud of. After
that he helped develop the legislation on the carriage of Dangerous Goods –
where he was behind the creation of the Hazchem signage you see on the sides of
tankers today –my brother John grew the ear of wheat that’s the pictogram on
one of the signs.
As a result
of his success in the UK, Dad was seconded to United Nations in Geneva as the
rapporteur on the International Committee for the Transport of Dangerous Goods
– something he was even more proud of, because, as a result of his forensic
mind and resilience, he helped achieve international adoption of regulations
which have helped save countless lives. He used to say that his interest was all down to the collision in 1917
between two ships in the Halifax Nova Scotia harbour causing an explosion that
killed 1,800 people.
As a Civil
Servant, father was both a Senior Principal and highly principled – he would
have pointed out the different spellings. He loved plays on words and numbers – often the basis for the
carefully-thought out greetings on birthday cards that he sent. He loved doing the Times Codeword every day –
right up to the very end. Back to the
Civil Service, during a strike, he took a day off rather than cross the picket
line – but as a result got blacklisted by Margaret Thatcher for an OBE. I think he was rather proud of that, but our
mother really did regret missing out on going to the Palace.
Our father retired
officially in 1982, but still kept working as consultant to the UN. He was only about my age when he was suddenly
widowed after a happy marriage of nearly 40 years he was devastated and was lost
for many years after – he still celebrated his wedding anniversary every year
as a special occasion. He had been a
very dutiful husband, and had a deep-down love for our mother – they had
immensely enjoyed travelling round Europe together – and Mum even took to
caravanning with good grace.
Dad was not
happy left totally on his own, and eventually met his long-term partner Eileen
in 1991 when she came to look after him after a hernia operation, and stayed
on. They had happy times together, and
many holidays, but Eileen herself had some health problems which became serious
in 2000 and even more so in 2008 when she went into a care home. My father fought her corner while she was
there, having one his of “cases” – that’s how he referred to them – this time
with the Care Quality Commission over the standards of care in residential
homes. Sadly Eileen died in 2012 after
they had been together for more than 20 years.
Dad had many
other “cases” over the years. Campaigns
included that with Southend Council over their illegal imposition of parking
charges around the hospital, the Southend Spy cars and the Council’s decision
to draw single and double-yellow lines, despite the absence of a Traffic
Regulation Order. He eventually became “poacher
turned gamekeeper”, and acted as a consultant to the council in helping get the
right legislation in place – although he maintained a healthy ambivalence, and
his allegations of fraud are still outstanding. On his Spy Cars campaign he was even featured
on TV – he got a DVD player whose main purpose was to watch his Parking Mad
programme – many an evening when nothing else to watch on TV...
He seemed to
be right on almost everything – data was meticulously researched and analysed –
he knew chapter and verse on the legislation and when organisations crossed the
line. I sometimes think the Freedom of
Information Act was designed just for him. However, his campaigns will go with him to the grave – I imagine
Southend Council, the Police and some others will breathe a sigh of relief.
You learn
from your parents: John and I have both had our fights against injustice in our
day – but neither of us has his resilience, and what I have learned personally
is to prioritise – you can’t take on everything: you choose your battles. Life’s
too short – though it wasn’t for Dad – it was just about right.
P.S. 26th February 2016