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                                Susan and Stephen

We first met Hugh when he accompanied us on a viewing of a house we were interested in buying. At that time, he was working for a local Estate Agents, but rather than trying to over sell the house, he pointed out all the faults. That left us with an impression that here was a man of integrity.  
As time passed and we got to know Hugh better he would often talk about his interest in the structures and history of old buildings in and around the Calder Valley; but his interest and knowledge stretched further afield, and he participated in researching some of York’s historic buildings. Only a few months ago after Amazon dumped a parcel at our house, knowing it was not for us, Stephen located the address which was in a difficult place to get to. On arriving at the property, he met a lady and during talking to her mentioned that he’d previously never heard of the address, to which she replied, ‘’if you need to know anything about Cragg Vale or the buildings, ask Hugh Morgan, he told me all about my Mullion Windows when I bought my house’’.
He built his own house close to Saint John’s, providing a lovely home for his dear wife Joan and their children, Caroline, and Selina. After Joan had passed away and the children moved on in their own lives, he told us that he had thought he had better move closer to the shops in Mytholmroyd as he was getting older. So, he moves from a bungalow to a house with a flight of steps Sherpa Tenzing would have had difficulty ascending to get to his bed.  
As mentioned, we first met Hugh when he was working for the Estate Agents and at the age of ninety-one when he was furloughed during the ‘COVID’ pandemic, he told us he was not resigning and if they wanted to get rid of him, they would have to make him redundant. He was remarkable in his levels of energy, not just from a physical sense, but also keeping up to date with everyday life. He was very practical and could work out how to do things and often sort the problem out.
When out walking with him, you would have all on to keep pace and he could often be seen whizzing along the road in Mytholmroyd to pick up his daily paper.
He had an enthusiastic sense of humour and even in the final weeks of his life when Susan was visiting, he asked her to give Steve a collection of his best jokes, saying ‘’some are a bit risqué’’.
Although we will not enjoy Hugh's company again he will always be with us in spirit when reflecting on the good times we enjoyed together.