Clement-Jones family v2/21 - Person Sheet
Clement-Jones family v2/21 - Person Sheet
NamePatricia (“Trisha”) HUDSON MBchB (Leeds) BA (O.U) , 41
Birth31st January 1922
Death8th March 2018
OccupationGP
EducationBridlington High School and Leeds University
FatherWalter Richard Austen HUDSON CBE , 19 (1894-1970)
MotherMarion HYDE (FORMERLY HEIDRICH) , 20 (1893-1974)
Spouses
Birth6 Nov 1921
OccupationArchitect
EducationNottingham High School
FatherGABB , 5124
MotherUNNAMED , 5125
Marriage9 Jun 1949
ChildrenSusan Jane , 247 (1950-)
 Andrew John , 248 (1953-)
 Alexander Stephen , 249 (1956-)
Notes for Patricia (“Trisha”) HUDSON MBchB (Leeds) BA (O.U)
Specialist in Community Medicine.

Trisha’s Funeral was held on 6th April 2018 at Woking Crematorium. This was her daughter Jane’s tribute;

Mum – described as a ‘lovely lady’ by many – a good listener and always interested in people’s lives, she was also a remarkable woman. The obstacles she had to overcome in her early life gave her a determination and a resilience which she certainly needed in her later years.
It started when she was born, firstly because she wasn’t the expected and longed-for boy and secondly because she was born with a damaged arm. As a result of her arm, she was considered ‘delicate’ and just went to school for mornings at first, being sent to bed for the afternoon. Because she didn’t want to rest she spent her time looking out of the window, rushing to get back into bed when she heard someone coming.
When Mum was 11, the long-expected boy arrived and shortly after this Mum and her elder sister were sent away to school in Bridlington. She enjoyed herself there, but had a tendency to play up when she was bored or not being well taught. As a result one of her reports had only ‘good’ for conduct. Her father demanded to know why this wasn’t ‘very good’. Her arm and her short-sight were impediments to playing sport but she managed to get into the cricket and hockey teams by, as she put it, ‘using her brain.’
Mum trained at medical school during the war on an intense compressed course, making a number of lifelong friends there, and thoroughly enjoying the social life. She felt she had an easy war although she worked hard as a land girl on a farm one summer.
In her early career she developed an interest in paediatrics, displeasing her father by accepting a job at Leeds Maternity hospital – he didn’t speak to her for three days!
Mum met Dad on a blind date when a friend of hers was going out with him. They soon decided that they were a good match, and became engaged after a short time. They got married during clothes rationing, making dresses out of net, which was not rationed!
A year later I arrived, soon followed by Andi. When Andi was just over a year old, we moved from Nottingham to a 4-bed roomed house with a huge garden in Hull. This was a wonderful place to grow up in, but Dad told Mum that she needed to go back to work so that they could afford it. Stephen arrived during this time, so life was very busy.
Later Mum wondered whether she was a worse mother for having worked when we were young. It must have been a difficult balancing act, but it worked because she was always there when it mattered, and we were in no doubt that we were thoroughly loved. We didn’t realise at the time that having a mother who was a full time doctor was unusual; she never painted herself as a pioneer.
In 1968 they moved to Darlington where Mum had a succession of jobs, finishing her career in Durham as Specialist in Community Medicine. With the prospect of yet another NHS reorganisation as she approached 60, she decided to retire, and to do something for herself.
This something was an OU degree in Classical Studies - a chance to learn more about some of the places they had visited. Mum’s vision began to fail in her mid 70s but she continued with what looked like a normal life and most people didn’t realise how little she could see. Then Dad developed Alzheimer’s in his mid 80s. She took care of him for as long as she could, but in 2011 she decided that they should move to Woking to be near me. She was really sorry to leave her friends in Darlington, continuing to keep in contact with them until just before she died.
Mum liked her Woking flat, appreciating that she didn’t have to go up stairs for the loo. With a little help, she led an independent life. She visited Dad regularly until he died in 2013. In October 2016 she had a fall and hurt her ankle and at this point she realised that she needed more support, and went into Crann Mor.
Mum enjoyed visits from a variety of people. She liked to be read to - poetry, Winnie the Pooh, Pride and Prejudice. She kept her mind active by recalling the planets, the 7 dwarves, the 12 days of Christmas. She was always asking me to find passages in Shakespeare that she wanted to remember – the 7 ages of Man, the 3 witches in Macbeth, and to research things for her. Shortly before she took to her bed for her final weeks she asked me ‘What’s the meaning of Wight in the Isle of Wight?’
Throughout these last difficult years she maintained her positive outlook; two of her favourite sayings were: ‘nothing’s as bad as you think it’s going to be’, and ‘nothing lasts forever’, concentrating on what she could do, developing patience, accepting that she needed to ask for help, and always grateful to those who were looking after her.
We will miss you, Mum
Last Modified 14 Apr 2018Created 11 Feb 2021 using Reunion for Macintosh