Dedicated to the memory of William Marcus 'Bill' Tydeman
This site is a tribute to William Marcus 'Bill' Tydeman, who was born on the 29th August, 1935. He was much loved and will always be fondly remembered.
Recent Donations
5 years ago
Christina Johnson
Donation from a University friend of Bill's daughter, Jo. Dementia is a devastating condition which affects so many people and their loved ones. Alzheimer's Society is the leading research and support charity in the UK.
£15.00
5 years ago
Lesley Conran
In appreciation of Bill's enthusiastic teaching at Bangor University which involved and inspired many. Also of his collaboration and friendship with my late husband Tony Conran
£20.00 (+ £5.00 Gift Aid)
5 years ago
Shoobridge Funeral Services
Donations in lieu of flowers.
£174.43
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Thoughts
[from Dr Jean Lindsay]
Bill was a man of many talents, but above all, he was a devoted father. He was a scholar and a popular lecturer, and students at Bangor University and others enjoyed his theatrical productions. He and his late wife Jackie were always ready to help. He was unassuming, but always elegantly dressed. He will be much missed and remembered as an outstanding person.
Jo
27th November 2018
Shoobridge Funeral Services have dedicated this eternal online memorial to William Marcus 'Bill' and we hope that you receive a positive experience developing the site. We would also like to think that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration to you, your family and personal friends to visit whenever you find the need.
Sent by Shoobridge Funeral Services on 05/11/2018
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
All, is well.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
