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Sally Prince

Sally Prince

1st Oct 1936 - 30th Mar 2020
83 years
With this obituary, we celebrate the life of Sally Prince. Her funeral took place at 11am on Thursday April 9th 2020 and was a small and intimate affair due to the virus lockdown, but Sally in her generous, selfless and easygoing way, would in all likelihood have seen the intimate gathering as a fond and fitting farewell, as despite her love for throwing a party for friends in the village, her more philosophical and contemplative side would have embraced and appreciated the modest ceremony. She was raised in tough times, having known what it’s like to be poor and hungry and as a child peered through people’s hedges to quite literally see how the other half lived so she never took anything for granted. She was evacuated during the war from Southend to Tewkesbury where she grew up. Later in life, when her experience and qualifications as a teacher opened new doors, she moved to Singapore to teach children on a naval base. She met husband Gerry there in 1963 and ultimately became an amazing Mum to Melanie, Sue and Andrew, an inspiration to grandchildren Zara, Ben and Alfred, and to son in law Steve, daughter in law Marion and of course niece Mandy who along with Sue, tirelessly cared for her in the final year of her life. Entrenched in village life, she brought great passion and knowledge to the Whiteway Centre’s Horticultural Society as well as to Rottingdean in Bloom. Her involvement in the Drama Society saw her not only tread the boards, but paint scenery, as well as making props and costumes. She was always involved in the village fair and the Lions fair and worked at the PARC charity shop on the seafront. Once when she encountered a lonely old lady, she befriended her and visited her for several years, visiting her in her home, this being just one of many examples of Sally’s generous and selfless heart. Sally spent many years as a primary school teacher at Rudyard Kipling Middle school in Woodingdean, many pupils remembering her fondly as a kind and inspirational teacher. She also spent much of her life as a tutor at a school of philosophy, passing on wisdom and practical lessons in mindfulness. She was a passionate reader, always having her head buried in a good old-fashioned British crime book as the local library and charity shops can attest to! This brief outline can’t possibly capture all there is to tell about Sally, and everyone who met her will have their own stories and anecdotes to tell, and we encourage you to add them to this site, together with any photos, should you wish to do so. When the time is right, Sally’s family will be organising a merry-making memorial in her honour and of course, there’s nothing to stop you raising a glass at home, as you carry on sharing your precious stories and memories.


Stephanie Sheppard
Sally was involved with Rottingdean Village News, our community magazine, from the very start and although she chose not to be credited, she continued to proofread articles until the final week of her life. Sally was a Parish Councillor for many years and contributed enormously to village life through her involvement in many community groups including the Horticultural Society, Rottingdean in Bloom, PARC, the Whiteway Centre and the Drama Society. Sally was a very kind, caring and humorous person and maintained an interest in all that was going on in the village right up until the end of her life. She enjoyed many pastimes including reading detective novels (and watching them on TV), doing a daily crossword and making stained glass pieces. Sally was a wonderful friend to many, including myself, and she will be very greatly missed. Stephanie Sheppard
Mr Peter Assheton
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Mr Peter Assheton
My little big sister Sally Pie, How proud I am to be able to say Sally was my sister, she was everything I wish I could have been confident, kind, curious with a wicked sense humour and great sense of fun. If I may I would like to share a treasured memory with you. It was a beautiful summers day in Tewkesbury. Sally and Gerry were on a visit, and we were all in the back garden enjoying a cuppa and chatting. Suddenly a train whistle was heard close by. Don't worry I said that's only my neighbour Ian with his model engine it must be his weekend for firing it up. Seeing that our visitors were immediately curious I popped round to to Ian and arranged a visit. His garden is about 30 metres long and is covered in train memorabilia, including a model train complete with track yes! that's right! a proud true anorak, and a lovely bloke as well. Ex-engineer Gerry immediately commandeered Ian to talk shop while Sally was offered a ride on the train which she gracefully tried to decline, saying to me quietly "Pete I can't ride on it I'm wearing a skirt (probably her latest acquisition from her local charity shop) so it won't be very lady like". Needless to say a compromise was reached and she agreed to sit side saddle. My lasting memory is of my sis clinging on for dear life, giggling and squealing like a little school girl as she hurtled down the garden heading for Ian's back door at approx 2mph. Oh! Wow! what a sight. Bless you Sally Pie I'll always love you and I'll miss you terribly. Sleep well my love. Your big little brother Pete "Bill of the Bone Yard"
Sue Prince
I remember mum as such a kind, loving, selfless, generous hearted and welcoming woman. She welcomed scores of my friends for gathering and parties, often catering for groups of up to 20. She loved meeting the kids I was hanging out with. She left me and my siblings to our own devices so we were free to clamber trees, make dens and play behind the stables for hours. She baked fresh bread most mornings and I would wake to the smell of it cooking and rush downstairs to have warm bread rolls for breakfast. She tirelessly looked after us and I do remember trying to sleep in on school mornings and being rudely awakened by her pulling my duvet off, flinging it on the floor and slapping my legs with a wet flannel! Mum, thank you for being such an amazing mum, you did so much for us. It was all of who you were that kept me and saved me during my growing years. .
Marion McConaghie-Prince
Sally welcomed me into the Prince family almost 24 years ago, from the first time I met her to the end of her life she inspired me with her energy, love of life, selflessness, calmness and wisdom, her unique qualities are something I aspire to. I was very lucky to have her as my Mother-in-Law and will miss her greatly. Rest in peace Sally.
Melanie Wilkins
Mum we will miss you. Your fun loving generous nature Even somewhat eccentric at times! You inspired me to study philosophy and take a keen interest in gardening and nature. With very fond memories of our life together. All my love Melanie
Zara Wilkins
Growing up Nanny introduced me to so many different activities. We were always doing creative things like painting car wheel hubs from the side of the road, and going to Rottingdean drama society. Her creativity is something that will continually live on within me and it will always remind me of her brilliant efforts of being a great and inspiring grandma.
Andrew Prince
Mum, I remember you holding me as a tiny child, I remember your hands kneading the dough for the bread you'd often make. I recall countless perfect Christmas mornings waking up to a fat stocking, and the promise of presents after lunch. I remember Sunday roasts and long summer days playing in the garden and in the village where you gave us freedom to explore and gain trust in ourselves. I recall your endless toil keeping the house, family, garden, cats, chickens and geese. Your incredible strength and energy. Yet still you had so much left to give to the community, your diary fat with social and village events. I remember your sharp tongue if it appeared I was descending into self pity, I remember walking in on you when you were meditating more than once, not to be met with annoyance, but calmness and serenity, this providing valuable inspiration and practical example when I experienced turmoil in my life. Thank you mum for giving me such a wonderful childhood and for your wisdom and selflessness that were an inspiration into adulthood, you were my refuge and my source. Your altruism and charity work made your life one that was truly well lived and caused those around you to benefit in many ways. Your descent into ill health has been a gradual wounding of my heart, a death of a thousand cuts. To see your vibrancy gradually diminish has been so painful, you all the while made every effort to keep that brilliant smile while your body fought to keep going, and you put up with multiple discomforts and indignities so you could be there for us, just a bit longer. Well now the diary lays empty. You can take rest. Finally those hands through which flowed the energy of love for others with such little regard for self, can lay eternally folded in the rest of ages. With love, Andrew, your son.