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In loving memory of Murial Hine, 1915 to 2007.



Murial Hine, was born on June 15th 1915 in Birkenhead, Cheshire. Her proud parents Ernest Hine, a Warwickshire man, had moved to the area from South Wales to take up a new job in Spiller Mills. He was married to Esther Jones, a young woman he had met whilst working as a Laundry Man in Canton, Cardiff.

Murial was the first of three children and represented a new start in life for her family in England. She used to tell me how she was a bit of a live wire, looking for mischief and sneaking out through bedroom windows when she supposed to be grounded for having arguments with her sisters!

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Ancestry of Murial Hine.

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Murial as a young woman.

Nanna told me that it was during her work at Kodak (adding colour to black and white 'snaps' by hand painting the details), she first set eyes on a young man called Charles who used to deliver the photographs to customers. She would watch him coming in and out and knew that he was the one for her. Not that she didn't have other young men after her, as she recalled.

She married into the Smyth family just before the start of the second world war. Charles survived the war and they went on to have three children; Chris, Malcolm and Pauline.


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When the family moved to wales, Nanna worked long hours in a roadside cafe they set up in Prestatyn. She said it was one of the hardest things she had ever done but if you didn't put the effort in then you got nothing in return. Later the cafe was closed and a new part of the business flourished - Lobitos Tyre Depot.

Nanna and gardens go together like strawberries and cream. She loved her flowers and plants. Taking displays to several local horticultural competitions and most times coming home with a winning bloom. Sometimes we would enter into the events in the children's section with a painting, miniature garden or some such thing. I think I won 50p once. Her gardens were open to the public on some days as part of the national scheme to raise funds for various charities. I remember being enlisted, with several others, to wash the china after all those cups of tea for visitors! Oh how we loved them.... not. She thought it was funny when I told her how dreadful doing the washing up was and at least we could joke about it now because we didn't dare complain at the time.

On the subject of gardens, every year when I was a child, they would come with us, to the Isle of Man, on holiday. She was always plucking parts of plants she would walk past in the glens and other places ' to take cuttings' and buying things in garden centres. I remember we came home one year not being able to put our feet on the floor because of the biggest plant pot and plant you have ever seen, stuffed between the seats in the back of the Volkswagon! How funny it must have looked!

Next to garden her work for the church at Nant Hall was an important part of her life. She said she hadn't intended to get on just about every committee - it just kind of happened and she was stuck with it! She was treasurer for lots of things and secretary at one point. Her Ladies Guild, jumble sales and tea and coffee mornings - mostly to raise funds for the Leprosy Mission. Up until she died she still enjoyed reading the Leprosy Mission news letters and always talked about how devastating the disease still is, even though a cure is now available. It was something she believed in passionately.


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Nanna discovered painting later in life, using oils and water-colours. Her favourite was an oil painting she did of a photo of the Mona Lisa. She kept the photo she worked from in her draw by her bed and the painting on the wall. She said her eyes always followed her. She did hundreds of paintings of woodlands and countryside scenes from wall calendars.

Murial Smyth died on December 21st 2007.

You will be missed by everyone who knew you. Thank you for your presence and the memories you left with us. May you find a gentle welcome in Heaven. Love Donna Louise xx