Malcolm was the neighbour everyone should have. He was kind and helpful with everything from car problems and blocked drains to dog walking. My dog and Malcolm considered themselves best mates. Malcolm was great company. He was a great raconteur and his stories of driving his TR, Christmas Island and mislaid 'sources' would keep the company up till the wee small hours.

Malcolm was such a kind neighbour. As a young lad growing up, there was always something interesting going on next door. My earliest memory of Malcolm was not long after we moved in to Berry’s Road and Malcolm took me to the patch with his then dog, Lucy. Another occasion, which shows Malcolm’s kindness, was when he helped me repair my car after I had an argument on the road with a deer! He showed me how to bang out the panels and helped me get my 205 back on the road. I will remember Malcolm with these and many other fond memories.

Malcolm's old school friends from Prince Rupert School, Wilhelmshaven remember him as a happy, smiley lad with a wonderful head of ginger hair. Of recent years, Malcolm and Joan were always very welcome participants at the 47ers reunion lunches where the group shared memories of their time at the school in the early days after the war. Malcolm will be missed at these events. Barbara Steels

Malcolm (or Ginger as Brian and I always knew him) was a very special friend for 65 years. Ginger and Brian became friends when Brian arrived in Reading .Then I came to the friendship and the Ginger meet Joan. That was the beginning of a life long friendship.Over the years our two families had wonderful times together .Once the children grew up the four of us spent many happy hours together.Ginger always kept us well entertained .Ginger had a love of Jazz and took us to several concerts.I am afraid to say he never managed to convert Brian ! My love and deepest sympathy to Joan ,James,Peter and families Janet

From as early as I can remember the regular family outings to visit Joan and Ginger were something I looked forward to. There was always something interesting going on in the shed involving oily rags, tools and often steam. Then of course the train sets, card games and monopoly at Christmas. My first ever beer in a pub was with Dad and Ginger (at a fairly young age). The friendships has lasted a lifetime and no trip back home was complete without a visit to see Ginger. My condolences to Joan, James and Peter From Alan and the family down under.

Malcolm has always made me feel welcome and part of his family, a Father-in-Law I was proud to have. I shall remember him warming the milk for the coffee at the weekends and the sneaky chocolate late in the evening. Barrels of micro-brew beer and Pontoon with matches, never cheating but also never quite knowing what was going on, hilarious every time. My fondest memories, thank you. Amanda

Grandpa, you were truly one of a kind. You taught us Hynes children to drive a traction engine as soon as we could walk. You enlightened us with your vast intelligence at Model Engineering shows, alongside your love for tea & biscuits. We religiously attended Dorset Steam Fair where you and I, being the reddest of red heads, would burn to smithereens and count our newly surfaced freckles. You brought non-stop adventures, chocolate buttons, and jazz to our childhood and captivating stories and debates to our adulthood. We are all so grateful for you. You will be forever missed. Love you always grandpa, Katie x

Grandpa, you were truly one of a kind. You taught us Hynes children to drive a traction engine as soon as we could walk. You enlightened us with your vast intelligence at Model Engineering shows, alongside your love for tea & biscuits. We religiously attended Dorset Steam Fair where you and I, being the reddest of red heads, would burn to smithereens and count our newly surfaced freckles. You brought non-stop adventures, chocolate buttons, and jazz to our childhood and captivating stories and debates to our adulthood. We are all so grateful for you. You will be forever missed. Love you always grandpa, Katie x

I'll miss the tooth dance, Grandpa, but I guess Grandma won't! The memories come flooding back; the miniature trains chugging around the garden, running to the playpark in the woods while you follow at your own pace with the dog, tinkering around at the patch with you and your beehives, teasing you about becoming a nun and listening to you rant about indoctrination, drinking good beer with you, Grandma and Pierre at The Bell, listening to your reenactions of jazz concerts.... I will always remember you with your shock of white hair and that large face, which while for some may have been grumpy, for your grandchildren always showed such love, pride and patience. There'll be a 630 or a 640 (I never remember which) waiting to take you on with a whistle and in a cloud of water vapour, chugging on forever.... I doubt there's a heaven waiting for you and I reckon you'll be pretty chuffed to be proven right! I'll always love you Grandpa and your stories will be passed on to the next generation as best I can.

You were the best Grandpa we ever could have asked for. You will be sorely missed but always remembered. Much love forever and ever, Alice xx

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Malcolm. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.