It is all Wendy’s fault, when she said “yes” she would marry me, I was Anglican. “What is so different between the Methodists and the Anglicans, I thought?” When God called, I was worshipping in the local Brakpan church with Steve Roux, the minister. I had been involved in Life Line with all the great ministers of the time, but Steve took me on. Every day for weeks he turned me into a real Methodist. With Wendy making coffee late into the night, I sat with this humble person, picking up every nuance, every political, every theological and every skinder that helped me prepare for becoming within days, “a prospective candidate” for the ministry. Only years later did I realise how valuable Steve was, way better than all his colleagues at the time, how selfless Steve was in imprinting in me a real Methodist that only Steve was. This sounds trite now but ask Wendy, who was a Rupert Stout Methodist from the choir! In a few months with Steve, I was answering Synod questions like a professional! Over the years, Maureen grew in our estimation, as the minister’s wife. Also humbly putting up with poor manses, she just…

Steve and I were together for 65 years. I will miss him terribly. We’ve been through lots of happy ups but also the downs – two imperfect people loving each other, refusing to give up on each other. Steve was a wonderful man – loving, practical and creative. He had a strong faith, was committed to church and family and was a blessing to me and to many, many others.  Steve put others before himself. We were newly married living in Virginia in South Africa. One of the congregation, Denis, was seriously ill in Durban. Without hesitation, Steve drove for seven hours down to see him to be with him and to minister to him. Denis and his wife became lifelong friends. Justin you might remember Uncle Denis and Aunty Jean at Kenton when you were six years old and spending a holiday with Grandpa and me. Still in that first appointment, Evelyn was working for us. In South Africa then, the domestic workers had a room outside the house. Evelyn was married to Thomas who worked on one of the mines. One evening Thomas came to visit her and of course slept overnight in her room. During the…

Dad’s Memorial Dad was 87 when he died on 28th February having lived a life of faith, faithfulness, loving service and genuine compassion. He followed his calling, served God and built the KOG wherever he found himself. Dad loved a puzzle with all the patience of Job.  He was a cryptic crossword master (“Not really Adrian, I think I am probably just a little dyslexic.”)  He called always explain how he got the answers so that you could understand, but the method and skill never stuck with me. Dad was playful and creative.  Humble enough to know that there was no harm in being silly and having fun.  No greater joy than playing with his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, allowing them to decide, and lead and direct what was happening.  But also in constructing cormorant and tortoise skeletons, or butterfly collections, hand knotting a carpet until his hands were about to give in; making cartyre boats, double dog leads, wooden nativities sets, and Winnie the pooh, cats and mice (which mom lovingly agreed to paint).  He loved gently story his knowledge of plants animals and birds, and cooking his specialties for family. …and he had a great loved for nature…

Our dearest Aunty Maureen, Tears are falling and will continue.Loving you, if only I could tell you how much, from over here.Will miss him so. Depths of our hearts for your sadness.Thinking of you so much.Must be so hard. You are so very very loved, love Mic….

So very sad to hear about your Dad and grandfather.Sending love and prayers. Aunty Cor and Uncle Colin 💕…

Hi Dearest Aunty Mau, We’re all so sorry to hear about Uncle Steve passing away.  I suppose it’s not a surprise, but still very tough.  Glad to hear it was peacefully in his sleep.  We all loved him so much and have so many precious memories.  Hope you’re doing okay and glad that you have family right there to be with. No need to respond.  You must be feeling very drained.Love you so much. Andrew, Jen, Caleb and Daniel…

It is all Wendy’s fault, when she said “yes” she would marry me, I was Anglican. “What is so different between the Methodists and the Anglicans, I thought?” When God called, I was worshipping in the local Brakpan church with Steve Roux, the minister. I had been involved in Life Line with all the great ministers of the time, but Steve took me on. Every day for weeks he turned me into a real Methodist. With Wendy making coffee late into the night, I sat with this humble person, picking up every nuance, every political, every theological and every skinder that helped me prepare for becoming within days, “a prospective candidate” for the ministry. Only years later did I realise how valuable Steve was, way better than all his colleagues at the time, how selfless Steve was in imprinting in me a real Methodist that only Steve was. This sounds trite now but ask Wendy, who was a Rupert Stout Methodist from the choir! In a few months with Steve, I was answering Synod questions like a professional! Over the years, Maureen grew in our estimation, as the minister’s wife. Also humbly putting up with poor manses, she just…

Dear Adrian and Steph and your whole family. I am so sad to hear about your dad’s passing this morning. You, Len, Sandy and your mom are deep in our thoughts today and for always. Marna and I have the fondest memories of the wonderful times we spent with your dad, the many meals and the many many long walks through Kenton and along the beach with Patches, the long conversations and his wisdom on so many topics. Please accept our love as you remember his long and wonderful life, and that we share a part of your sadness at his passing. and lots of hugs from us, we wish we could be with you now, just to hold you all close to us.Jono and Marna    …

I am so sad to hear about your dad.  It must have been a tough couple of years for him. He reminded me so much of my own father… From what I sensed from our short contacts, your dad was disciplined, tested and tried, setting high standards for himself but gentle and understanding of others. From what I’ve heard, he was a true man of God and the church.   My thoughts and prayers are with you, Steph, the children, your brother and sister and especially your mom. A hug for her, please. I miss you folk and you are often in my thoughts, may the Comfort you have offered so many others over the years remain close to you now….

Sadly didn’t know him but assuming the apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree, I imagine he was quite something. Thinking of you and the family….

Didn’t have the pleasure of knowing your father, Adrian, but he was evidently an exceptional man. My sympathy to all of you….

So sorry for your loss. A wonderful man from what you describe… and he leaves a great legacy in many ways! God bless you and give you and your family peace at this time. Best wishes!…

Sad to hear, I was in the home when he was principal. Very dedicated man. Rest in peace sir and condolences to the family….

Mr Roux buried my husband in 2010 and was just like I always remembered him. Loving and a caring man….

I remember Mr Roux coming down to Pinetown to collect me from Pinetown lock up’s in Natal and driving all the way back to JHB. Every time he smoked I would steal one of his van ryans and light it at the back of the seat he caught me, and told me I should not smoke. A very Good Man!…