Jack Trickett

Jack Trickett was my father-he said he didn’t want bombs dropping on his family, nor did he want to drop them on anyone else’s family. He served a term of imprisonment in Strangeways Prison, Manchester, followed by work “on the land” in the Fylde area of Lancashire, clearing ditches and other farm work. He had many tales of the varied treatment he and his co-workers received,good and bad.

Whilst in prison, to guard against his wedding ring being removed, he ran his finger under hot water till it became swollen and the ring could not be removed. To my knowledge it remained on his finger until his death.

My mother recalled the police coming for him when he was arrested for not presenting himself for military service, and the policemen begging him to change his mind so he could stay at home. Always a determined man of strongly-held principles,he refused.

My mother was shunned in some of the local shops and had a white feather put through the door as a consequence of my father’s action. She fully supported him.