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for free, as his contribution to the cause. Both Drew and Angie became lifelong friends and Drew went on to fund the design and printing costs for so, so many other projects of the Appeal – as it was known then. For seventeen years he always picked up the bill for the huge amount of forms required for our Annual Walks and even sponsored a trophy. Drew and his family were always incredibly generous – yet quite bashful. Even more memorable was when, years later, he worked so hard to create a set of black and white, large canvases depicting the life and people of Crazy Hats that adorned our walls in our office. Drew was diagnosed with lung cancer during the time I knew him so had a special affinity with what we were doing and was under Dr Matthew, the same oncologist as
me. He and I would often have quite in-depth chats about cancer, his treatment and how he felt about it all. It was a very sad day when we learned of Drew’s death shortly before our charity closed.
Angelina’s interest in what we were doing increased and she wanted to be more involved. Her input was highly valued as she had vast knowledge of organising carnivals all over the county and her artistic expertise in designing posters and other promotional materials was soon put to use. She was very much a hands-on person and proved to be such an asset; first volunteering as a Committee member when we first became a registered charity, then as a highly respected Trustee for the course of the Charity’s life. When Angie’s parents were both alive even they were roped in to help us, as were her husband and son – they loved it. But Angie will always be remembered for her participation when we entered a float in the Wellingborough carnival in 2009. She oversaw many of the props and designed and made some amazing additions. We chose the Madhatter’s Tea Party as a theme
and decorated the back of a huge lorry accordingly and dressed up – accordingly. More on this later. Angie was the White Rabbit and made me promise, on oath, that I would not include a photo of her when we were all getting changed... “Don’t you show the one of me in my vest!” (I haven’t!)
Whist quietly sitting at home one evening my phone rang. It was a pupil from Highfields. We exchanged pleasantries and then she launched into why she was ringing me. She said the children now knew about the Crazy Hats Day, that everyone was SO excited
he White Rabbit and made me promise, “Don’t you show the one of
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