Pullan, the Eulogy
Pullan , the Eulogy, given at his memorial service
Sun 16th Nov 2014
Hello, my name is Becky Wills; I am Mike’s younger daughter and
I am very proud today to
give this eulogy of his life. The eulogy was composed by Dee, Karin (my
older sister) and
Martyn my husband shortly after Dad died and was read by Martyn at his
Calasparra in Spain on Sunday 8 December last year.
Mike’s father Harold was a British policemen serving in Palestine
in the 1920’s when he
met his future wife Tamam, an Armenian refugee. At this time any relationship
policemen and local civilians were frowned upon and discouraged.
Irrespective of the condemnation, Harold and Tamam married in the 1930’s
was forced to leave the police and they returned to Britain.
Michael (known as Mike) Pullan was born in Arnold, Nottingham on the 28
Feb 1935 and
had a younger sister Ruth. The family moved from Nottingham to Norwich
where Mike was
brought up and did well at school.
Following his schooling Mike moved to college in Norwich where he did
not apply himself
to his studies, his lack of application eventually causing him not to
complete his college
studies. However, and fortuitously, he applied for and was accepted for
and joined Boots as a pharmacist in 1953.
He was called up for National Service in 1955,but elected instead to join
the Royal Army
Medical Corps as a soldier to allow him to continue his studies as a pharmacist,
added benefit of financial security.
Completing basic training he was initially posted to London which was
followed by a
posting to the British Military Hospital in Singapore in 1956. It was
here that he met his
future wife, Dee, a nurse in the Queen Alexander’s Royal Army Nursing
Similarly to the experience of his father, the Matron at the British Military
Singapore disapproved of this relationship and arranged for Mike to be
posted to Tai Ping,
in Northern Malaya some 24hrs rail travel away.
However, despite the efforts of the Matron, the romance blossomed and
Mike and Dee
returned to Britain and were married in Benenden, Kent in 1961.
Mike remained in the Army, rising through the ranks to be a Captain and
from the Army in 1978.
Now with my sister and myself Mike and Dee settled in Crowborough, Sussex.
subsequently had a second career employed by a firm called WA Turners
as a food
purchasing manager for 22 years before retiring (for a second time) and
moving to Spain
in Dec 2007.
Throughout their time together Mike and Dee had two central passions:
collecting) and an enduring wanderlust for travel.
Their diligence, relentless investigation and collection of Australian
postal history ensured
that they both became leading experts in their fields of study. Both Mike
and Dee were
elected as Fellows of the Royal Philatelic Society, London, one of the
highest honours that
this Society can place upon it’s members, although to Mike’s
chagrin, Dee will always tell
you she was elected first.
Since their romance in Singapore Mike and Dee have travelled widely; whilst
in the Army,
to Berlin, Northern Ireland, Hong Kong and the Far East, and after Mike
left the Army, to
America and extensively throughout Australia, they have travelled the
entire coastline of
Mike was also an avid walker, who especially loved the Sierras of Murthia
beautiful Spanish home and the South Downs in Britain; it is his wish
for his ashes to be
scattered on the South Downs.
Many of you here knew Mike;
He was a natural gentleman, with the clearest moral compass.
A practical man who enjoyed physical labour; he could dig foundations
for a building or
finish the interior of a building perfectly. He was also a good cook.
Comfortable in any company, people just warmed to him, last December we
touched at his Spanish funeral at the size and emotion of the congregation.
He was a
warm, humorous man, with a sharp intellect, quick wit and ready smile,
truly right up until
the day he died.
But above all he was a loyal caring man, demonstrated by his marriage
of 52 years to Dee
and the perfect father to Karin, a teacher, and myself, and very proud
grandfather to Tom
and Nathan. He leaves his grandchildren with 16 years of happy memories,
playing boisterously in the swimming pool in their home in Calasparra
Thank you for your presence here today it means a vast amount to us.