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A Service of Thanksgiving for
the life, love and faith of

Nan Penman Drummond

30th June 1929 -
14th October 2005

Tribute by Celebrant Neil Dorward

It was in this famous ‘lang toon’ of Kirkcaldy on 30th June 1929 that Nan came into this world. Nan in fact was the eldest of 6 children, and our thoughts and prayers are also with her brothers and sisters today – Margaret, Tom, Irene, Ella and Rodger.

Nan went to the local schools of Pathhead Primary and Viewforth Secondary and, as most girls had to in the 1940’s, Nan began her working life at the age of 14 and her first job was in the local sweet shop- Clark’s Confectionary- handy I say for the odd ‘jube jube’ and mint humbug and then she worked as a housekeeper in the town. However the best job Nan had, the job that she loved most and had the best memories of – was her life in the Royal Navy as WREN. As a young woman she went down to London and attended the Naval College at Greenwich and she loved her 3 years in the big city. And Nan did well. She was promoted several times and obtained the proud rank of Leading WREN. I dare say, many of us have heard a story or two about Nan’s life in the Navy because there is the rumour you know that Nan liked to talk. So no doubt you have heard a few stories of her days in the Navy and of the many times for example she met members of the Royal Family. A number of years ago, Nan had the great joy of re-visiting her old college at Greenwich and was given a special and honorary tour around her old alma mater.

When Nan completed her Naval Service, she returned to her native town of Kirkcaldy and continued her working life in a variety of roles. She worked in manufacturing and administration and the care industry and of course there was her most demanding job of simply being a good mum. Nan worked hard all her life so that she could give to her boys and offer them opportunities and I know that Nan was very proud of Ross and Craig and all their achievements. That’s what mums do, isn’t it – to provide for their kids and to love them and help them and she was always there for her boys when ever they needed her.

Nan, as you all well know had 3 main passions in life; talking, bingo and travel. Now, some people may suggest that Craig has taken on his mum’s mantle and developed his own love of talking and travel, and if that is the case , well I very sorry Ross but that means you‘ll now have to develop a love of Bingo. Nan loved her Bingo and was had many wins over the years and, as we have already said, she liked to talk and talk and talk- I hope God hasn’t got a sore ear already. But isn’t there also something beautiful in that? Nan loved to share with her family and friends, share stories, share good news and when we think about it, isn’t sharing one of the greatest and most enjoyable treasures in life. That’s what Nan did, she shared of herself and she shared generously.

Yet at the same time, Nan enjoyed her travels all over Europe, often with her sisters and for Nan going to new places and seeing the world was just her way of enjoying her hard earned money. She also had a passion for reading and shopping, although when it came to buying presents for Nan, it wasn’t the wisest thing to go out and spent £40 on a great big bunch of flowers- that was a waste- Nan would much rather have the money in her purse. Well Nan I hope you don’t mind too much today because your boys have bought flowers for you today – beautiful Japanese lilies. Sometimes when we come to a funeral we might think that flowers are a strange thing to bring. Aren’t flowers to be associated with happier occasions, parties and birthdays and yet we dare bring them to a funeral today – Why ? Well its simple. They are sign of life. And that is what we are celebrating today, the life, the love and the goodness of Nan Penman Drummond.

When I was speaking to Ross and Craig the other day, they described their mum as an ordinary hard working woman. But maybe, just maybe there is a case for saying that Nan was no ordinary woman. Your mum was no ordinary person, yes, she may have done ordinary things – but Craig and Ross, she did them extra ordinarily well. Your mum was funny, stubborn, brave, her life was colourful, at times difficult but her passion for life remained undiminished. Her strength of character and her resilience were evident to all. And that is why we will always remember Nan- we remember her for who she was – an ordinary life perhaps, but nevertheless a life that was lived to the full, a life of hard work, love and care.

May she rest in peace and may God bless her.

Nan Penman Drummond

Love does not come to an end (1 Cor 13)

Tribute by Craig

My mother would have been quite touched so see so many of her family and friends here today. It is probably just as well that I'm doing all the talking today, because if it was left to mum, and you all know she loved to talk, we may have been here for some time.

My brother and myself would personally like to take a couple of minutes to personally thank a few people.

Firstly and most importantly, Margaret Stevenson and all the staff and doctors at Word 16 of Victoria Hospital who really looked after mum- words don't seem enough- you really are angels.

We would also like to thank Neil for his kind words and support this week and also Crosby Matthews for looking after our mother with dignity and respect.

I would also like to say a special thanks to my brother Ross for all his love and support during this difficult time.

But today is about a celebration of life, my mother once said to me, Craig, if you are ever on holiday and I pass away, don't waste the money by coming home- she went on to say - after all, it won't really be me lying there, your body is just like an empty suitcase- all the good things have gone- I will never forget that.

So this is farewell for now mother- and where ever you are please look after yourself-one day we shall join you.

But on this earth we shall never see her likes again

We love you mum.

 

1 Corinthians Chapter 13, verses 1-13 -read by Jonathon

If I have all the eloquence of men or of angels, but speak without love, I am simply a gong booming or a cymbal clashing.
If I have the gift of prophecy, understanding all the mysteries there are, and knowing everything, and if I have faith in all its fulness, to move mountains, but without love, then I am nothing at all. If I give away all that I possess, piece by piece, and if I even let them take my body to burn it, but am without love, it will do me no good whatever. Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited;
it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offence, and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end. But if there are gifts of prophecy, the time will come when they must fail; or the gift of languages, it will not continue for ever; and knowledge - for this, too, the time will come when it must fail. For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophesying is imperfect; but once perfection comes, all imperfect things will disappear.
When I was a child, I used to talk like a child, and think like a child, and argue like a child, but now I am a man, all childish ways are put behind me. Now we are seeing a dim reflection in a mirror; but then we shall be seeing face to face. The knowledge that I have now is imperfect; but then I shall know as fully as I am known. In short, there are three things that last: faith, hope and love; and the greatest of these is love.