is with deep regret that I feel I must inform you that Evan (Taff) Parry
slipped his moorings bound for Fiddlers Green on Tuesday afternoon 10th
June 2003. He leaves behind his loving wife, Kathleen, 5 children
including myself (the eldest), and many Grand and Great grandchildren, all
who will miss him dearly.
Evan was born in Holyhead in 1921 and lost both of his parents at a very
early age and was brought up by his Grandmother. At the age of 13 years he
took and passed the entrance exam to the Prince of Wales Nautical Training
School at Limehouse, and, upon passing out at Limehouse, joined his first
ship, the MV Georgic of the White Star Line, on Christmas eve, and sailed
on her to the Caribbean. On his return to the UK he signed on the SS Piako,
the last coal burner of the New Zealand and Federal Company, and sailed
from Glasgow via the Cape of Good Hope to New Zealand, which took 53 days,
and returned via Cape horn and eventually came to Falmouth on her where
she was laid up in the River Fal. Because all of his family were dead and
not having anywhere to go, the Captain appointed him watchman and left him
in charge while the crew went on shore leave.
Some time into his watchman's job he was told that the UK and Germany were
at war and very soon a crew arrived and they took the vessel down river
into Falmouth Docks where she was fitted with a 4.7 surface gun mounted on
the poop deck. Upon getting his feet on dry land he wasted no time in
courting my mother, who ran the Post Office near the Docks gates.
After time spent on the Atlantic Convoys, during which time the Piakko was
torpedoed off the West Coast of Africa, my father signed on the Faraday,
the largest cable layer in the world, and two days before sailing on her
married my mother.
Shortly after sailing on the Faraday she was attacked and sunk by enemy
aircraft in the entrance to the Bristol Channel. My Father's luck held out
again when he was blown out of the ship and found himself floating in the
water before being picked up by a ships lifeboat. He made his way back to
Falmouth, in borrowed cloths, and walked in the front gate of his home
just as the telegram boy was delivering to my mother notification that he
was lost at sea! After this my father returned to sea with the Port Line
and then Elder Dempster Line, voyaging across the North Atlantic,
Mediterranean, the Indian Ocean and the Pacific. At one stage he was in
the Suez Canel and witnessed the bombing of his first ship, the Georgic.
In 1943 the joined the War Department Fleet and served with them until
1958 when he began employment at Falmouth Docks and eventually ended up in
charge of the Fire Department there.
He never lost his interest in the sea and, upon his retirement, continued
to "Keep an eye on the Harbour" from his home in Basset Street, which has
one of the best views of the harbour in Falmouth. Though he might have
sailed on his last journey I have no doubt that he is, right now, in deep
discussion with his friends and comrades that went before him, as to which
was the best shipping line, the best ships and the demise of what was once
the best seafaring Nation in the World.
(His eldest son)
On behave of all of his family
Sincere condolences to wife Kathleen and family of Evan (Taff) Parry. With
grateful thanks to him for service to his country in it's hour of need.
Bon Voyage. Elwyn Owen