Thanks to Jean Davies for this photo taken at Frauke's 60th birthday party in 2007.
Those of you who knew Frauke Boys will be sad to learn of her death in November. Having joined Kingston Ramblers in 1998 she quickly became a very regular Sunday walker and led a number of walks herself.
Frauke was born near Hanover, the eldest of four children. Her father was a farmer and she always enjoyed passing through farms and farmyards when walking. She started university but left, much to her parents’ displeasure, when she was 19, having fallen in love with Bob, a young British army officer stationed in Germany at the time. They married, had two sons and over the course of their marriage moved very many times, always into army accommodation, which Frauke described as cold, bleak and forever equipped throughout with identical standard army supplies, in particular orange cushions. She vowed never personally to own anything orange. The culture shock of moving from Germany and into army accommodation was nothing compared with that of learning to be an officer’s wife with its inevitable loneliness, pecking order and strict protocol.
Those years of packing and unpacking left Frauke with a life-long habit of never accumulating unnecessary belongings. She always passed on anything she didn’t immediately require to those with a greater need and became the ultimate re-cycler!
Sadly Bob, by then a Captain, died very young and before the boys were independent. Frauke had to buy a property, start work (as an interpreter) and make a huge adjustment yet again, this time to civilian life. But then, came further great sadness when her younger son, Peter, became ill. He needed increasing care from Frauke and, after some very difficult years, died.
By now her elder son, Ian, was living up north and the birth of her two grandchildren there gave her great joy and pride. Her final illness meant her moving to be near Ian, and eventually into a nursing home where she was looked after with both care and respect.
Frauke had had a life of huge change and adjustment, which she tackled with great strength and determination. She coped with terrible sadness, but also took great joy in life; she read widely, learned to paint, loved going up to London and had a great sense of fun (many walkers will remember how she would be the first on to the swings in any playground we passed!)
She was the most steadfast and wonderful friend and is very greatly missed.
Ruth Garrod and Graeme Wales