I remember my uncle Arthur when he was a young man when me Gail Bruce n Nancy Lindsey were wee lassies upstairs in the back bedroom staying at Aggie maws for the night probably a New Year’s party or something on all of a sudden we would hear IM ON THE FIRST STAIR nad so on till he was at the room door we would be shrieking n laughing already we new what was coming his hand would come over the top of the door n he would be kidding in he was a monster then he would dive in the room n we would be screaming with laughter it was all in good fun, ❤️us three lassies would tell ghostie stories till we fell asleep. I mind  one time all is bairns we’re going up the hill n a summers day with bottles of water n jam pieces n the next thing we new was uncle Arthur appeared with a quarter poke of sweeties for each of us WOW that made my day a bag EACH 😋 Only have good memories of him as I do if all my uncles n aunties loved them all. It was a …

My uncle Aruther was someone who I always had so much time for. Even if I wouldn’t see him for long periods of time he’d always make time for you whenever he did see you. He probably needed a break from me for a few years since I was never away from their house at the weekends and was sick of the sight of my face 😂. He was always a good laugh and such a gent. So gutted to say you’re gone Uncle Artuher you’ll be missed dearly ❤️ …

Arthur is my dad William’s (Willie) brother. My dad loved him loads. Jock as he called him! I have so many memories of Uncle Arthur. I spent a lot of time staying over at Uncle Arthur as John was my best friend growing up. I loved camping out in their back garden. We had a morse code we’d flash to him through the patio door for tea and toast which Uncle Arthur would make and bring out to the tent.  One basic memory his him pretending he was slicing his finger in half. For years I never understood how he did that!! I was so confused! I know now how it’s done but the kids are too advanced to fall for it!  Although I have loads of memories, corduroy trousers and a cardie will always remind me of him. He was always very smart. RIP Uncle Arthur. One of the best. Xx …

I have no one memory that sticks out as special above any others.  My happiest are of growing up, when we were all around each other frequently.  When we all lived within streets of one another and spent days and evenings in each others houses. During these times I used to love when Uncle Arthur and his siblings, including my dad would reminisce about their youth.  More often than not the result would be tears rolling down their faces as they remembered happy times when they had nothing other than each other.  Me and the other cousins would listen in disbelief as they talked about them having 6 in a bed, tales of the ‘wee rent man’  hand me down clothes, and their dog who used to rake the fires.   I remember how Uncle Arthur used to always do this thing with his knees that made it look like they were passing through each other, and something with his thumb on both hands which made it look like it was coming away at the knuckle.  Me and Eddie thought it was magic! 😅   More recently I’ve been taking Charlie down to see Uncle Arthur on Sunday afternoons and …

I was so sorry to see this about Arthur, he was an absolute gentleman and a pleasure to visit. It was always meant to be a quick visit but always ended up way longer due to us chatting. You really will be missed 😢💚 xx …

Arthur was my dads brother, my uncle. He was a great man, great uncle and always up for a good laugh. I remember being on holiday in Blackpool the late 80’s and then Uncle Arthur like a smoke, my mum and I put a firecracker in his cig and stood back to watch, he was puffing away until half way through it exploded, I’ve never laughed so much in my life. He turned all shades of the rainbow. Bless him. He liked chasing me for sneaky ciggies when he wasn’t allowed to smoke. Fond memories to cherish. I’ll miss you Uncle Arty, rest in peace. Xx     …

I first met Arthur when I joined B Company 3 Para and was with him for short while before I was transfered. He was a great friend and a loyal pal, he will be sadly missed. …

I met Arthur in 1960 when I arrived at the Parachute Regiment depot as a recruit. We hit it off and became good friends. We completed the training together and went on to the parachute course. We were both posted to “3 Para” and into “B coy.” together.Sadly missed. R.I.P. Arthur mate. …

The world will be a sadder place without Arty. You will never be forgotten. 😢💖 …