My fondest memory of Uncle Bernard has to be the day he arrived back from Zambia. He and Auntie Ann came out of the kitchen at Grandads house in Swan Lane and i remember the tune that was playing in the background. ( Concrete and Clay - When my feet begin to crumble) I always think of him when i hear it. They also brought us all presents which i still get out from time to time. Where would we be without all our happy memories. Uncle Bernard and my dad will be keeping everyone amused up in heaven.