John Frost funeral

John Frost was a good friend of mine with whom I communicated with by mail for about 15 years. He died in late October 2008. His son, Peter wrote this for his funeral a few days ago.

With clear blue skies and blazing sunshine, the funeral on Friday 24^th of John Frost went without a hitch and although a very sad day, it was a wonderful celebration of my father's long and illustrious life. After his coffin, draped in the Union Flag, was brought into the chapel of the crematorium, it was standing room only for all the guests who included Phil Reed and John Hirst. Some very fine eulogies were spoken by the minister, as well as two fellow veterans, and also from a letter of tribute by David Levine, his friend of 40 years who lives in New Jersey.

After the funeral, we adjourned to The Royal Chace Hotel a few miles away where we had arranged a buffet in one of their function rooms. It was a wonderful social occasion with many family, friends and fellow veterans of D-Day and other campaigns. My father would have absolutely loved it. Phil Reed gave a glowing speech about him and an explanation of the significance of the Blenheim Award which was then presented to my brother Andrew and I, accompanied by a huge round of applause. It was quite a moving moment for both of us.
It was a wonderful presentation and a great honour. On behalf of my mother Annerose and my brother Andrew, I would like to say a heartfelt thank you to everyone involved in nominating my father and organising this marvellous award. It is a handsome an exceptional piece of craftsmanship and with its touching words of sentiment, is truly a fine, fitting and lasting tribute to the love and devotion my father had for Winston Churchill, the greatest Englishman of our time.
I cannot thank all of you enough. Very best regards and wishes,

Peter Frost

A line-up of veterans of D-Day and other campaigns that my father was close to

outside the crematorium chapel

Some of the many floral tributes, including those from the Normandy Veterans Association and also the Association of Veterans of Foreign Wars;

The presentation of the Blenheim Award 2008 (left to right: Phil Reed, Director of the Churchill Museum & Cabinet War Rooms, Andrew Frost, Peter Frost and John Hirst, Secretary of The Churchill Centre UK)

The front page of the Daily Star of July 11, 2005, when a million people congregated outside Buckingham Palace and in The Mall to celebrate the 60^t anniversary of VE Day. Two of the people there were John Frost and a victim of the London Underground bombings only a few days before. Both were featured on the front page as "True Brits" both of whom, though 60 years apart, had defied terror. The article began: "Proud and defiant – World War Two hero John Frost and London terror survivor Susie Peli show the spirit that makes Britain great."

Cutting the cakes with our mother and John's wife, Annerose.

Salt shaker continued

My fans have been requesting more information about the mysterious salt shaker. So I will continue with the story as far as I can without incriminating myself.

It was a sunny day. 32c degrees and we had just ended a long scouting mission through the hills of Comino. We were thirsty and hungry and only one of us had any money. Rudolph. After the salt shaker incident Trudy and I were left wondering if he had miraculously created this money by the wave of his hand. But let us get back to the story of the shaker.

We were at the beginning of a very well cooked Maltese meal. A hamburger and chips. We wanted salt....... Rupolph, the leader of the expedition reached for the shaker. He shook it. Did he get salt? No. Did he get Pepper? No............... He got Rice. Yes, the food to feed the world. Trudy and I tried to explain that people often put rice into a salt shaker because it stops it from clumping, but Rupolph would not hear of this....... No, he had intended for rice to be thrown from the shaker. Had he wanted water, this also would have been delivered.

So now, the miraculous shaker lives here with me in Sydney. There to stay and to be used whenever I am short of rice.

The magic salt shaker

It has arrived. The magical salt shaker. All the way from the island
of Comino. Touched by the hands of the great one. Now arrived to it's new home.

Back home

Jason is back home again and very happy for it. It's not time to go
back to school yet nor am I ready for it just yet.
So ends the Amazing European Adventures. Thanks to everyone who have
travelled with me in person and through the net. Hope you enjoyed it.
Bye