Remembered

Memorial Page - Rosemary Crombet-Beolens

Rosemary Crombet-Beolens, wife of Peter Joseph Crombet-Beolens, mother of Rhiannon Beolens, and grandmother of Tara Lewis-Beolens passed away on 22 August 2024 – 3 weeks before her 91st birthday. She survived my father by almost 24 years.

Rosemary had a love of the natural world and was happiest when out walking or gardening. She had the greenest thumb of anybody I know and could make plants flourish no matter what the conditions. She loved crystals, and often wore several bracelets of semi-precious stones, many of which I had bought for her over the years.

She had a child-like innocence, and a Romantic sensibility, loved poems by Wordsworth, played a competitive game of Scrabble (and often won), had a gift for numbers, a love of gadgets, and a determination not to be left behind by technology. I’ve often mentioned her as an example to people who said they were too old to learn. She ordered her own shopping online, texted me daily, and read books and watched movies on her tablets.

90 years spans a lot of memories. Some hard, like having to repeatedly crawl under a reinforced kitchen table with a gas mask on as one of the children not sent north during the Battle of Britain. Some of them full of joy, like the rambling holidays where she walked and danced in Britain and throughout Europe. I know she was proud of me and Tara, and while neither of us have her gift for gardening, Tara has turned a love of dance into a professional career.

My memories too, are complex. Mum could be sweet, infuriating, challenging, and funny. She was generous to a fault and approached life with curiosity and a sense of wonder.

Wishing you love, light, and laughter on your continued journey, mum.

Love Rhiannon and Tara xxx

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

⁃ William Wordsworth

A private cremation was held for Rosemary.

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Rosemary Helen Crombet-Beolens

Rosemary Helen Crombet-Beolens

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