Dear Isobel and Family, Once again, my wife, Josephine, our three children Sabano, Sangano and Ncuti, join me to express our deep condoleances following the loss of your Mum, our dear friend Anne Booth-Clibborn. May her soul rest in the Peace of Jesus Christ, our Lord! There are no words for our family to express the sadness caused by the passing away of your mum, Anne! From the time we landed in Scotland early June 1994, from a devastated and traumatise Rwanda, we found in the family of your parents, Anne, Stanley, then Robin, wonderful care and friendship. Coincidently, we were introduced to Anne by her brother, Prof. Duncan Forrester, who also became my mentor and promotor all along my studies in the University of Edinburgh, and furthermore. Anne was always keen to bring forth the memory of her brother, the much-regretted Ducan, a scholar, who not only mentored his students but also would make them friends to feel at home in his residence and his work place! He would take each single opportunity to give chance to his students, he was the very ecumenical and welcoming figure of all academics staff in the Mound Hill,  in  New College. …

Anne came round to our house next door, not long after we’d moved in and introduced herself to us as Anne BC – we quickly became friends and knew her as Anne BC ever since that first knock on the door! Anne was a wonderful neighbour and friend and we will miss her very much.  We loved our chats with Anne and hearing all about her long and interesting life.  She told us about her childhood and younger years in Roslin, Edinburgh and St Andrews, her experiences in the war, all about her life in Kenya, her family, the language she learned and the people she met.  She also invited us to plant tatties in her vegetable beds and we were very happy to share our crops with her! I loved our impromptu catch up chats when she was enjoying the sun in her front porch and you were always sure to find yourself in an interesting conversation, even if only for a few minutes! We loved her company and only wished we’d known her for longer.  We couldn’t have asked for a better neighbour and friend.  Sending lots of love to the whole family.  Best wishes Ann and …

We lived opposite the B-Cs in M/c. When we spotted lights on in Bishopscourt, we dropped in a card ‘Welcome from your nearest Gentile neighbours.’The next morning there was a knock on the door. Robin opened the door. “Is your Dad in?” said the stranger. When I went to the door, he said “Stanley Booth-Clibborn is the name.” I thought “I’ve heard that name before …. oops : that’s our new Bishop!” … calling on his new neighbour while waiting for the furniture vans.He invited us to tea. There we met Anne for the first time, as we briefed them about the local facilities. That was the first of many visits, particularly at Christmas when our families came together. Jean and John Williams were there. John suggested we join him for a week at Iona Abbey – the start of our 40 year Associate Membership of the Community. We met Zena, worrying a squeaky ‘Maggie’ rubber toy. Zena was replaced by Khito. Anne overheard Kitty: “Welcome, Khito. You have to be tough to survive in this family!” As happens at all identifiable clergy houses, Anne produced tea and a sandwich for “gentlemen of the road”. Feeling ashamed of such …

I remember Anne as my best friend Kitty´s mum when I was in primary school. From that child´s perspective she was a calm, kind, often comforting presence with a lovely voice, in both tone and accent. As we grew up and I moved away, I saw her only a few times as an adult but the early impression remains, enhanced by an appreciation of her quick mind and sense of humour. I was impressed by her practicality and adventurous spirit, evident in her decision, after remarrying, to live between Australia and the UK. She seemed to give to and get the most out of life. I will remember her always with great fondness and admiration. …

It was a privilege and a joy for us to get to know Anne when she and Robin got married.  Robin had always been a family friend – a contemporary of my parents at Trinity College, Dublin.  Robin was best man at their wedding in 1948 and then in 1956 became my brother John’s godfather.  Anne was always so warm and welcoming – it was as if we had always known her.  Particular memories?  Going to visit Anne when we had our small grandchildren with us – she of course had a store of suitable toys for them.  And a visit to Robin and Anne in Melbourne when we got to experience the ‘warm-weather’ end of the Edinburgh-Melbourne axis.  We shall always remember her with thanksgiving and great affection …

We are so glad that Anne came into our lives when she married our dear friend, Rev. Dr Robin Boyd.  Her openness, warmth, lively interest in others and in the events of the day quickly made her a favourite in Robin’s Melbourne (Australia) circle of friends.  It was always a privilege to enjoy a meal with them, and the engaging conversation that ensued.  We remember with deep affection our last visit with them in November 2017 in Edinburgh.  Despite their increasing frailty, Anne was as always interested in us and our lives, and encouraged us in our endeavours, and talked with energy and commitment about her own interests.  She will always live in our memories and continue to inspire us in our own small efforts for justice and peace.  Our condolences to her own family and to her step family here in Australia. …

Dear Isobel, Kitty, Mike and Eric, we are sending our love and sympathies for the loss of your Mum who we were so lucky to be able to hang out with every so often here in Edinburgh. I got to know Anne through the Boyd connection with my Dad’s Uncle Robin. I was so inspired when my parents told me the story about how these two had met and found each other in their seventies – I thought this was so cool & a testament to two fantastic people. When I moved to Edinburgh it was lovely to get to know Robin and Anne and visit every now and then. Finn enjoyed playing with the toys in the two old briefcases while we’d chat away. Anne was so proud of her ginourmous gorgeous family and would show us pictures and let us know how everyone was getting on. She had so many interesting stories about her time in Germany after the war, her time in Kenya, and also the logistics of being a mum and carting you all up and down lots of flights of stairs :).  After Robin passed away when we’d visit Anne was sometimes keen to …