To our family he was always known as ‘Big Alf’, not because he was particularly big at 6 foot, but because once I came along I was called
‘Little Alf’ (until I became too big for that and moved up to ‘Young Alf’!).

As a youngster born in Kirkdale, Liverpool, Alf attended Founthill Road School. He was a bright spark and won a scholarship for a grammar school.

Unfortunately, his family were unable to pay for it so he had to leave and get a job to help support the household. Family consisted of his dad (Alf), mum (Mary), two brothers (Russell and Lance) and two sisters (Grace and Ruth). Alf managed to secure a place to study medicine only for WW2 to intervene after a year in 1939.
Alf volunteered for the R.A.F. and served in the bomber station in Scotland, India and Buma, Singapore
Ivy and Alf at a Wedding Anniversary celebration at Gorden & Gillian's sea food restaurant
Ivy and Alf at their caravan near Mold North Wales  'Pork Pies' for lunch!
Alf’s life from 1947 was one of great happiness, he and my mum loved each other with a passion; they were always holding hands, loving and protective. Whatever Ivy wanted or said was good enough for him and he wished for nothing other than her and I. Money meant nothing to him and he rarely ever carried it. Mum's cooking was the best and although, myself and my late first wife Ruth took them abroad often, home was where his heart was. Alf’s love and devotion to his grandchildren was an example to me and them. He gave total unconditional love and to receive this was a privilege.

Quite simply the best sense of humour, the brightest intellect, a rock to all the family, my best friend - a loyal, kind, caring husband, father and granddad.

I miss him every day.

Alf, Rea and Romily
Alf volunteered and joined the RAF. He was stationed in Scotland and then India. Returning home in 1943 he continued his courtship of my mother, Ivy, and they were married. I was born in April 1944 and he managed to see me briefly before being posted to India again and then to Burma. My dad’s limited knowledge of medicine was seized upon and he cared for POWs off the Burma railway before being reposted to India during ‘partition’ where he was finally demobbed in 1947.

My earliest memory, is going to meet him at the railway station with my mum and Auntie Sue. He hadn’t seen me since May 1944. Within days, he had whisked me off to the barbers to have my long golden hair cut short, back and sides. My mum didn’t speak to him for days!

After the tumultuous years of the war, he was not able to return to his medical training so to keep mum and I he took a job with an electrical company. He worked there for 48 years. My dad was the smartest man I have ever met. He knew everything about anything and I only wish that he had been able to fulfil his potential. Instead he selflessly devoted his life to his family.
Taken by Reg at time for Alf's retirement
he ‘Jayne’ part of his name was after his grandmother and spelt, as he always said, just like Jayne Mansfield the buxom 1950’s! film star

Alfred Jayne Menzies 1914 -1990

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