I don’t think there is a single person with a bad word to say about this gentleman and, without doubt, he occupies some of my oldest childhood memories. Above most things, I can still hear the deep Irish accent, punctuated with his extrovert laugh. Plus, the man perfected the art of making chips! Crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside. If you know your chips, you’ll know this is how they should be!
If I was to list every memory, I’d write a novel. 14 years, Victor Magwood, never a dull moment!
He was ever industrious. A D.I.Y. king, construction worker for my 37 years on this earth and it’s great to be able to speak fondly of someone that I haven’t actually seen since the age of about 14. Victor isn’t a man who has left only memories with those that knew him, he’s a man that has left a legacy. A man that other men can think of, wishing there were more like him.
If I could put Victor Magwood in any form of perspective (Difficult when one is larger than life!), I would only be able to refer to the smile and chuckles produced by them old childhood memories!
R.I.P. Good sir…