Burradon and Camperdown 
Update On The Harold Haskins Memorial Walk and Charity Fundraising Evening
The two funding raising events were a fantastic success and raised a total of £4,036 for the Everyman Cancer Research Fund which reflected the amount of effort and dedication by Harold’s family and friends who organised both events. Harold’s daughters, Julia and Emma and son-in-law Paul and together with friends Steve, Jen and Kaye all deserve a special recognition for their sterling efforts.
The generosity and encouragement from family, friends, local community and businesses was overwhelming. A total of 26 volunteers (in fancy dress which included children) completed the 12 mile walk from Tynemouth to Burradon and people en-route kindly donated money for the charity. The walk also provided an opportunity to publicise the Everyman Charity and its work
There were over 200 people at the fundraising evening at Camperdown Club and included all ages who had attended to support the event and there was a real determination to raise as much money in memory of Harold.
Harold’s family and friends are planning next year’s charity evening which will be an annual event which will be an enduring legacy to his memory.
Finally, Harold’s mother Gladys stated, “Thank you all for your support for the fundraising events and it was a great effort from everyone. Many thanks to Harold’s daughters and son in law Paul and the rest of the team. It was a team effort.”

The Harold Haskins Memorial Walk and Charity Fundraising Evening
In Support of Everyman Cancer Research

A sponsored walk has been organised from Tynemouth Priory to Burradon on Sunday 20 March 2011 commencing at 10am and a Charity Fundraising Evening on Saturday 26 March 2011 at Camperdown Social Club, Burradon at 7.30pm to raise money on behalf of the Everyman Cancer Research Charity. The fund raising events have been organised in memory of our father Harold Haskins (Pictured below) who sadly passed away from prostate cancer in April 2008.
Everyman Cancer Research’s purpose is to eliminate testicular and prostate cancer and each year over 36,000 men diagnosed with the diseases. The Charity has a campaign to increase awareness of the diseases and their symptoms and raise money for scientific research into early detection, diagnosis and treatments.
We have approached local businesses to support the Charity Fundraising Evening on 26 March 2011 and to ascertain whether they are able to donate a prize for the raffle and auction which will be drawn and held during the evening.
In the event you companies or individuals wish to make a donation or discuss the fundraising events, please contact either myself Emma Tweddle on 07984 156567 or Julia Mouzon on 07588 845501.

A Tribute to Harold Haskins
A True Son of Burradon
“Every mans life is important because it touches so many others”
The Greatest Gift by Philip Van Doren Stern

It has been extremely difficult to write the following tribute so soon after we lost Harold and to ensure that the right words and expressions which would be demanded by Harold’s family and friends were included. I feel that theme of the above passage was appropriate and during his life Harold did have a profound affect on the people he encountered.

Harold’s service was held on an intensely bitter cold spring morning and the sky appeared to be as dark as the mood of the assembled congregation at the Church of the Good Shepherd. The biting northern wind and intermittent downpours of rain and sleet hastened people to the shelter of the Church.

The mood of deep sorrow seemed to mellow as the people of old Burradon began to reminisce and recall stories of Harold over the years. It was evident that everyone had a unique tale and at the end of each story there was warm laughter for a real character. The affection and esteem which people had for Harold was evident and I imagine would have provided his family with a great deal of comfort at an extremely emotional and distressing time.
Harold was a Burradon lad through and through and was imbued with the values of the old village; forthright in his opinions, fiercely loyal to family and friends and the enjoyment of the simple pleasures of life. According to his mother Gladys, he happiest sharing a pint with his friends or standing on the line having “a bit crack” with anyone who passed.

Harold was a man of great humour and sensitivity and he cared deeply for his family and friends. He was also blessed with a sharp intellect which he used with outrageous regularity to embellish and exaggerate the simplest of stories to the amusement of everyone who gathered at his knee. People forget that storytelling was a great tradition of the old mining village which Harry was more than willing to continue, mind you, I never knew he had been in the SAS!

In a world of frenetic change and materialism, Harold’s life is an example to all people that it is possible to
live a happy and contented life without relentlessly pursuing possessions. Harold realised many years ago that friendship was the most valuable possession in life and judging by the attendance at his service he was a very, very wealthy man.

Harry recently referred to himself as “a broken thread in the tapestry of life”. He was correct in one sense, he was a thread, however, he was not broken rather he had inextricably woven himself into the lives and memories of his family and friends. Without him realising, he had enriched the lives of those around him.

His memory will live on with the people most precious to him and he will continue to raise a laugh when we remember the happy times spent together in the pursuit of simple pleasures.
At the beginning of the tribute, I listed many of Harold’s attributes and I deliberately omitted his greatest, his courage!

Harold’s courage and his dignity during his illness defined him more than any other quality he possessed and it became the very essence of the man. Harold had been diagnosed many years and with each disappointing prognosis his immediate concern was not himself, rather it was the affect it would have on his family and particular his mother.
As a consequence, he concealed the severity of the illness to protect his family which was a selfless and
courageous act and typical of the man. The consultants, doctors and nurses had immense admiration and respect for

Harold and the memory of his stoicism and courage will be enduring.

I hope that time will heal the pain and loss that Harold’s passing has inflicted on his family and friends and
whenever you think of him always remember the good times. I thought it would be appropriate to end with Britain’s favourite poem and hopefully the words will remind us all that his service was a temporary parting and not a final goodbye.


Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

In hindsight, the final word should be left to one of Harold’s closest friends, Peter Johnson who described the service and subsequent gathering as “the best worst day of my life”.