IVY AARON

4th August 1912 to 1st April 2004

Image - Ivy Aaron - 2001
Ivy Aaron - 2001

Funeral Oration - Ropewalk Methodist Church - Knottingley
Thursday April 8th 2004 2:15 p.m.

Ivy was born in Aire Street, Knottingley on the 4th August 1912, the fourth child of George and Ellen Knapton. She had three elder brothers George, Charles and Leonard and younger sister Mary, who was born in 1919.

Ivy was a good scholar and enjoyed school and when she left at fourteen she helped her mother; who suffered ill health, in the home looking after her young sister, brothers, and father; she also helped an aunt and uncle in their home and shop. After the loss of her husband, she worked as a cleaner, land work for Gills of Womersley and later as a school dinner lady.

She married Hector Aaron in 1935 and they set up home in Aire Street, before moving to Low Green and eventually to Gordon Terrace, off Womersley Road, they had four children over the next seven years, Don, Ken, Colin and Brian. Hector worked as a Supervisor at Jackson's Glassworks, and he tragically died in December 1943 from double Pneumonia in Pontefract General Infirmary. Their daughter Wendy was born in January 1944, six weeks after losing her husband.

Ivy was a brave and very determined woman; she had a baby and young family to bring up, and worked very hard to ensure that they were all well fed and clothed. She was also very keen that they should have a good education, she encouraged them and was very proud when they all went on to grammar schools in Pontefract, the Kings School and the Girls High School, with two sons going on to University. She took a keen interest in her grandchildren, and great grandchildren, and was pleased to see them all do well.

She lived most of her life in Knottingley, moving to sheltered accommodation in Ackworth in 1995 to be near one of her sons and daughter; Ivy generally enjoyed good health but increasingly suffered from arthritis over the last ten years, which reduced her mobility. In December 2001 she had a heart attack after which she was unable to walk more than a few hundred yards. She had a further heart attack in September last year after which she moved into the Old Vicarage Residential Home, in Featherstone.

Ivy enjoyed travelling; particularly her regular visits to her sons in the south and holiday in Brussels, Switzerland and Florida with her sons. Up to the first heart attack she enjoyed regular shopping trips on the bus into Pontefract, but after an active life she found it difficult to settle and her health gradually deteriorated over the past few months.

After Ivy retired, she regularly attended afternoon women's meetings at the Ropewalk Methodist Church and at the Salvation Army in Knottingley.


0 Lord my God

0 Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hand hath made,
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
The power throughout the universe displayed;
     Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
     How great Thou art, how great Thou art.
     Then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee,
     How great Thou art, how great Thou art.

When through the woods and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze;
      Then sings my soul ..........

And when I think that God, his Son not sparing,
Sent him to die, I scarce can take it in,
That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
     Then sings my soul ..........

When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home - what joy shall fill my heart!
Then shall I bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
     Then sings my soul ..........

  
The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
      So I'll cherish the old rugged cross
     Till my trophies at last I lay down;
     I will cling to the old rugged cross
     And exchange it some day for a crown.


Oh, the old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross ......

In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see;
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross ......

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then he'll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory for ever I'll share.
     So I'll cherish the old rugged cross .......

        George Bernard

 



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