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MOLLY BREWIS

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MOLLY BREWIS


1924-2020

Miriam or “Molly” was born in Surrey on 17th October 1924 to Elizabeth and Fred
Dobbs. She was the youngest to three siblings. Her Dad worked as a gardener at
Kew Gardens and Molly always loved that she could get in for free, dodging the
usual three-pence entry fee.

As a teenager, Molly worked briefly as a hairdresser but made a sharp change in
career path when World War II broke out and she took a job manufacturing
aeroplane parts. Molly would roll out of bed at five to five each morning and
rush to the station to catch the 5am train to London.

After the war, Molly returned to hairdressing and would spend her evenings ice
skating or ballroom dancing at the Hammersmith Palais with her friends and an
orderly queue of hopeful gentlemen. It wasn’t a dance partner who won Molly’s
heart though – in 1952 she began taking badminton lessons from a young coach
named George Brewis. Love quickly blossomed and they were married a year later.
Twin girls, Jackie and Angela, appeared a year after that and their third
daughter, Kathryn, was born in 1960.

As their daughters grew up, Molly and George’s home continued to be the hub of
the family and they would always enjoy gathering the brood together for one
occasion or another. Together, Molly and George enjoyed their shared loves of
dancing, tennis, badminton, bowls and gardening for almost 40 years until George
passed away in 1993. Molly’s love for him would continue, of course, along with
her love for her ever-growing dynasty. By 2017, Molly was Grandma to six, Step
Grandma to two, Great Grandma to one and Great Step Grandma to four!

She passed away peacefully on 25th April 2020 with her daughters at her bedside.


FUNERAL & REMEMBRANCE

Molly’s funeral was held at Canford Crematorium on 15th May 2020 and was
attended by Molly’s Daughters and Grandchildren. Afterwards we went around the
corner to George’s grave and lay the wreath there. Due to social distancing we
were not able to host a wake at the time.

We were finally able to meet with friends and wider family on 17th October 2021
– Molly’s 97th birthday. After laying her ashes to rest alongside George’s at
Westbury-on-Trym Parish Church, we gathered to share drinks and memories of
her. 

Thank you to everyone who came, shared their thoughts and memories of Molly in
the book of remembrance below, and who made donations to the Alzheimer’s Society
in her memory.

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It`s been six months since we lost you. I can`t believe how quickly the time has
gone. I miss you and we all think about you a lot, especially last week when it
was your birthday – we raised a glass! I hope that soon we will be able to get
together with some of the other family and friends who love you but weren`t able
to come and say goodbye.

Love and miss you Mum xxx

Kathryn
x

There are just so many memories of you, Mum, a wonderful mother who has been the
centre of the family for all our lives. When Dad passed you shared with me a
poem that meant a lot to you and it came to mean a lot to me so I say goodbye to
you with some words from that poem:

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I, and you are you
Whatever we were to eachother
That we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way
Which you always used
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we enjoyed together

Forever in my thoughts.

All my love
Jackie xx

I feel so lucky to be mums daughter. She was always there for me throughout my
life. I don’t know how I would have managed without her help . Especially with
the baby sitting services. She would cancel days out to look after her
grandchildren. I now know why she did that. I love being a grandma as much as
she did. She had a long happy healthy life and if my life is half as good as
hers I will be very happy.

Rest in peace mum. I will always love you.

Angela xx

I’ve got many lovely memories growing up with my dad and his 3 sisters, Rose,
Grace and Molly. Spent many Christmases with them and all my cousins. Molly was
a great cook and there was always plenty of food. Molly and George were a great
couple and there was always a lot of laughter when they were around. My lasting
memory of Molly will be her wonderful smile, so lovely.

Lots of love xxx
Pauline

We first met Molly & George back in the early 70s in Bristol through Angela &
continued to meet many times back then for group babysitting with Angela’s & our
children. We also enjoyed many shared social gatherings over the years followed
more recently by many meals out.

Our memories of Molly are of a life well lived showing kindness and friendship
to all she met and passing those family values on to her children & friends.
Those are the memories we will treasure for as long as we can.

Love,
Brenda, Tim and the girls Becki & Sue

You couldn’t have asked for a better Grandma than Molly and I was fortunate to
spend so much time with her growing up. She always had a tin of biscuits in
cupboard and a stack of games to play with and she never seemed to tire of
spending time with us. I don’t know how many times I was called to Grandma’s
house to ‘fix the VCR’ or help out with something in the garden. Looking back
now, I’m not sure if the VCR really needed fixing or the apple tree really
needed pruning, or if she just wanted and excuse to have us over to be doted on.

As a teenager me and a friend would often visit Grandma on our lunch breaks from
school and she’d make us one of her incredible sandwiches, sometimes accompanied
by a stubbie bottle of lager!

I have so many happy memories of Grandma and have stories about her that I’ll be
re-telling for years to come.

I’ll miss you,
Andrew x

I’d enjoyed meeting Molly over the years. I always liked hearing about her
badminton exploits, even in to her 80s – inspiring for me. There were two
notable memories.

One, when Adam was keen to make his entrance into the world. Kevin had driven to
Bristol to bring Molly back to Oxford… She arrived after the long drive, in good
humour and ready to hold the fort as Kathryn was heading off to hospital.

The second, in 2010, aged 85yrs young. Friends in film production were making a
fairly graphic film for a charity to highlight the atrocities happening in the
Congo. They asked me if I could find a ‘Grandmother’ to be filmed, sat in a
chair with a bullet wound to the head! … now, I thought, who would be game for
that… yep! Molly. She along with Kathryn, Angela and Joe went to the filmset in
Lechlade and had, by all accounts, a most surreal experience, but they all had
fun and a good story to tell afterwards. Sadly, the final film was shortened for
broadcast and Molly and the gang ended up on the cutting room floor – which is a
bit of a badge of honour for us ‘Extras’.

We’ll be raising a glass for Molly on 15th May.

Love,
Yvonne & family

Remembered with love by her “Geordie” family. xx

Ann Stafford

Molly took Kathryn arriving at the family home in Bristol with a group of
friends in their 20s (yikes – that was a long time ago) in her stride. I
remember her as a warm and welcoming person.

We’ll be raising a glass in NZ on 15th of May ‘to Molly – a life well lived’.

Philip Haycock

I met Molly over Forty years ago and found her so welcoming, happy, sincere and
very genuine. This never changed over the years with each time that I saw her. I
always loved her sense of fun that she had for life, a chuckle or a joke and a
positive approach with an ability to make you feel better about anything! I’m
sure it was her sense of humour and fun for life was her strength and what I
admired most about her. She was also loyal loving and caring, especially with
her family. They often say you remember people, not just for the things they say
but how they make you feel when they say it and this is true with Molly, thank
you Molly. Reunited now with George but know you will be missed.

Alison Chivers

I first met in 1982 when I was welcomed in to Northover Road as one of Kathryn’s
many university friends. After I started my first job in Swindon in 1984 the
frequency of the visits increased and I remember all the homemade cakes and
endless visits to Blaise Castle to entertain the growing number of Molly’s
grandsons. Molly had a wonderful sense of fun and loved making everybody welcome
even while she and George used to say ” Peace at an end!” every time new
visitors appeared.

When I moved to Bristol two years later Molly & George and their enthusiastic
dog Dory used to come round for barbeques and I was often invited for Molly’s
speciality – Sunday lunch! She never seemed to mind how many people she had to
feed or how hard she had to work.

Molly even cooked Sunday lunch for hours with Grace in Richmond whilst Kathryn
was allowed to come to the pub with John and all the men.

She loved her holidays in Cumbria even when Joe tried to ruin the first one in
2000 by threatening to “hit it with a hammer” and even came back for more in
2006 with Angela, Andrew and Richard.

Wonderful memories of you Molly, we will miss you !

With love,
Mark & Pat xxx

Molly was indeed a force of nature: woe betide the timid! I shall always recall
those hysterical gatherings round the post-prandial table in Selwyn Avenue.
‘You’d laugh to see a puddin’ crawl’ came the gentle chiding from Grandma Dobbs.

Molly was instrumental in coaxing my own mother to fly off to pastures foreign
when she lacked the confidence so to do.

I remember the reception I received when I turned up at 126 Northover Road upon
my Honda 50, armed with an empty metal jug for the filling of the petrol tank.
You do not need a vivid imagination to determine what Molly thought it was for!

Molly! You have a lived a grand life and brought such joy and happiness to many
countless people. You will be sorely missed. Rest in peace!

Graeme Hole

Molly hope you are dancing n laughing with George now. I wish I had a picture of
you in Paris 1982- you had gone to the ladies but did not return – Kath and I
found you coming out of the kitchen after a chat in English with the chef who
only spoke French – you were apologising for going in the wrong door!

Thinking of all the family as they say farewell to you.

Love,
Claire & Stephen Sheehan xxxx

Rest in peace Molly.

For over the 45 years I knew you, you were always bright, cheerful, helpful, and
funny, whilst also both loving and supportive. You were, and have always been,
just like a 2nd mum to me and my family for all these years.

I will always have very fond memories of our time together and love you forever.
You are already very much sadly missed but I’m sure you will be happy again with
George now after all these years.

Lots of love. Miss you lots already.
Malcolm x

I knew molly as a neighbour and have memories of her always wanting the noise
from my house so she knew someone was next door.

RIP molly
Colin

And what a larger than life character she was! Such a spirited, generous, open
hearted person who just loved all and sundry pitching up at her house. Always
loved a chat, and always joining in and laughing. Even her house was a character
all of its own, especially the kitchen… I still can’t unremember the drawer from
hell, except I think every drawer was a drawer from hell! Amazing how she needed
all those things she hadn’t used for years that we chucked out from the drawer
from hell, immediately afterwards obviously!! A big character and big part of so
many lives – rest in peace with a large gin Molly.

Lots of love from Ruth


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SONGS FOR MOLLY

Molly always adored music and musical theatre. She’d often visit the Bristol
Hippodrome to see shows and could never resist singing along. She loved anything
she could swing or sing along to, to the great embarrassment of her
grandchildren who’s red faces just encouraged her to sing louder!

Here are a few songs that will always make us think of her.

Danny Boy Eva Cassidy Autumn Leaves Eva Cassidy What a Wonderful World Louis
Armstrong My Favourite Things Julie Andrews Molly Malone Miss Mary Lu Land of
Hope and Glory Last Night of the Proms Mr. Mistoffelees Paul Nicholas Lifted
Lighthouse Family National Express The Divine Comedy


MAKE A DONATION

Molly suffered from severe Dementia and Alzheimer’s towards the end of her life.
Anyone who knew Molly knows how much she loved a sing-along and right up until
her final months, an Alzheimer’s Society group called Singing for the Brain gave
her that spark.

We lost a lot of the Molly we used to know to Alzheimer’s, but seeing her
belt-out a hymn or tap along to a golden oldie, it seems like she definitely
gave that disease a run for its money.

To show our appreciation for the charity and their singing group, in lieu of
flowers or gifts we’re inviting Molly’s friends and family to make a donation to
The Alzheimer’s Society in her memory. 

Donate

via JustGiving


TWO MOTHERS REMEMBERED

BY JOANN SNOW DUNCANSON

I had two Mothers – two Mothers I claim
Two different people, yet with the same name.
Two separate women, diverse by design,
But I loved them both because they were mine.

The first was the Mother who carried me here,
Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career.
She was the one whose features I bear,
Complete with the facial expressions I wear.

She gave me her love, which follows me yet,
Along with the examples in life that she set.
As I got older, she somehow younger grew,
And we’d laugh as just Mothers and daughters should do.

But then came the time that her mind clouded so,
And I sensed that the Mother I knew would soon go.
So quickly she changed and turned into the other,
A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my Mother.

Oh, she looked the same, at least at arm’s length,
But now she was the child and I was her strength.
We’d come full circle, we women three,
My Mother the first, the second and me.

And if my own children should come to a day,
When a new Mother comes and the old goes away,
I’d ask of them nothing that I didn’t do.
Love both of your Mothers as both have loved you.

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