CaptainPeterBruce
Friday 10 January 2014
Wednesday 8 January 2014
Words
From
Chris Bruce (Older Brother)
Well
Pete, you have gone on before me; even before our dear mother, and
this is the greatest tragedy. However, you will be missed, not only
by your immediate family, but by so many friends across the world;
for you were a much loved man.
Having
known you practically from the very beginning of your life I have
been trying to bring to mind those memories which begin in the city
of Leicester. Your first home was number one Pultney Road; a prefab
which was such a happy home for our parents shortly after the war
ended. It was here we began growing up together and took the first
steps on our remarkable and unexpected journeys through life; for who
could have imagined where those roads would lead? For sure, we have
spent much of our time on the move but, of course, you much more than
I. Was it at this house we first learned to garden, an interest that
has stayed with us all of our lives? Our dad could not do the heavy
work due to injuries sustained at sea during the war, so we would
dig, plant and harvest from an early age in both our garden and
allotment. It seems, even on the edge of the city, we were surrounded
by countryside and, like all kids in those days, were allowed to roam
freely. “Go out and play” was the most common instruction from
parents. And we did go out and play for hours on end until our empty
bellies brought us home for our midday dinner or home-made bread and
jam at teatime. Ours was a slightly unconventional home with an
invalided father taking over one room for his oil painting, our
loving and always busy mum keeping him fuelled with cups of tea.
There was so much love and security even if money was tight and our
income relied on dad selling a painting occasionally to supplement
his war pension.
As
an older brother I was not always happy to have you tagging along
when I went off with my friends – I felt so grown up in relation to
anyone a couple of years younger than me. However, I remember getting
a hiding from dad after telling you not to accompany me and my gang
to the local park. I was in deep trouble, for older brothers were
meant to look after younger siblings in those days and from that time
on, we seemed always to be in each other’s company.
You
were a quiet and self-contained young chap but always so
knowledgeable. I think you knew everything about the world before I
did – even the facts of life which you passed on to your amazed and
startled brother. But this was after we had moved to Scarborough -
having acquired two wonderful sisters who would always be so dear to
you. Later, together with Sandra and Shirley we found ourselves
attending the Mamie Benson Stage Academy. Not many people who became
acquainted with you later in life would guess you were a hot shot at
tap dancing, and your ballet and acrobatics weren’t bad either. I
remember that we often couldn’t resist spending our return bus
fares on chips with the result that we had to walk the three miles
home in the dark. What an odd twist of fate made our parents give us
this opportunity to tread the boards. I think it had a great deal to
do with an evening dad spent in the pub with a neighbour who happened
to know a dance teacher. Quite an extraordinary flight of fancy, but
our dad, and mum too, were always imaginative and this creativity has
manifested itself in all their children. Your painting and writing,
not to mention your skill at cooking huge banquets for family and
friends are a testament to this.
But
the really remarkable aspect about your abilities was clear from
those early days when you were so brilliant at school. Unlike me, who
fell to pieces when faced with an examination paper, your
intelligence and confidence took you through the hurdles of education
and eventually made you a captain well before you were thirty years
of age. Not content with these qualifications, you studied and passed
exams in ship-broking whilst still at sea. Later in life you lamented
that the training you received was not being maintained in later
generations of seamen across the world. This meant that your
knowledge was still much in demand right up until the end. I believe
your passing will leave a huge chasm in your area of expertise which
will be difficult to fill.
You
were always excited by doing business in Asia and certainly enjoyed
the challenges it brought. I am not sure how often you came out on
top but I know you made some money and, occasionally, lost it. But
you were quite philosophical about any setbacks, always able to
bounce back. Of course, you were not always helped by the fact that
you were basically such a lovely guy. There were occasions when you
might have been a little exasperating but you were always so kind, a
trifle sentimental perhaps and generous to a fault. These are not the
qualities that make a ruthless businessman but they certainly made us
all love you. An example of your true spirit was the time you picked
up a boatload of refugees, fully knowing the difficulties this would
bring. It ended up nearly ruining you before you were allowed into a
port which would accept your unplanned cargo. I believe many ships
would not have stopped to make the rescue and, instead, would have
left these poor souls to their fate. Their fate, in fact, was to meet
up with your extraordinary humanity.
I
left home to train as a dancer when you were around twelve years old,
which meant we saw little of each other except during holidays. And
then, while relatively young, it was your turn to leave the nest and
begin your training. This meant that our lives grew apart as we
matured in our own very different worlds. However, there were
wonderful meetings when I would listen to your Conrad and Somerset
Maugham-like stories of experiences in the exotic places you visited.
I never quite knew how much to believe but spinning a sea yarn was
very much part of our father’s culture. Remember all those stories
he would tell to his wide-eyed and open-mouthed children? Perhaps
that is where our creative imaginations were born.
For
the most part, long distance phone calls have been the means of
maintaining contact between us but two recent images are still fresh
in my mind. Firstly, a few years ago, you spent some time with Marian
and me in Somerset. You and I decided to go for a bike ride and we
set off along the country lanes. It was all I could do to keep up
with you as your little legs pedalled away furiously. I thought you
were merely determined to stay fit because you were quite fanatical
about your exercises. However, after about five miles you came to a
screeching halt at a junction. When I came up alongside you your face
was bright red and dripping with sweat, I asked why you were in such
a hurry. It turned out you hadn’t bicycled for years and were
afraid that if you slowed down you might just fall off into the
hedge. You reasoned it was safer to keep pedalling. We did eventually
stop to recover and enjoy a much appreciated pint in Witham Friary
but we had covered so many miles by the time we returned home it took
three days for my legs to recover and I’m sure you were still
suffering on your flight home
The
other image is quite recent, at our mother’s 91st
birthday celebrations in May. I know you have always loved children
and it was so wonderful to see you stretched out on the floor playing
games with two of my grandchildren, Jack and Layla who had
accompanied me to Scarborough. You were quite obviously having a
great time and constantly amused by them. I was always keen for you
to come and spend more time with my crazy grand-kids because I just
knew they would give you so much joy. Humour was such an important
part of your character and your laughter so infectious. I am so sorry
we couldn’t make the time to bring you together more with the
latest generation of our tribe, but I well remember the pride and
love you had for your own family, and I can only imagine the pain
they are enduring at present.
At
my time in life I am getting used to losing friends and colleagues
but to lose a brother is a shattering experience. It was far too
soon, especially when I know you were looking forward to slowing down
and having time for your creative pursuits. The move to Sydney was to
be a new beginning for you and Tina and it seems so unfair that you
couldn’t live to experience it. Marian’s and my thoughts are with
your beloved wife, Tina and your wonderful sons, Tony and Andy. You
will live on in these men and, in time to come, in their offspring.
Let us hope this will be of some comfort to all of us left grieving.
There
is so much more I could write but I am conscious there will be many
people wanting to speak about you. I am a dancer, not a writer so I
do hope these words will be worthy of you. Know that Marian, our
children and grandchildren back here in the old country are
remembering you with deep emotion or, in the case of the two youngest
who, sadly, you never got to meet, are being told of your
extraordinary life.
So,
I must bid farewell and, sadly, from such a distance. However, in a
few months the European side of the clan, together with many of your
friends, will meet in Scarborough to celebrate your life. You will be
remembered with such deep affection and this will continue long after
these ceremonies have been completed.
Pete,
until we meet again on the other side and can, perhaps, tap dance
together again -
I
send you all of my love,
Chris
Tony
Bruce (oldest son)
Dad
had the kind of life most of us dream about.
Having
experiences from all over the world and meeting all kinds of people
from prince to pauper.
A
world traveler with a collection of stories to share.
And
when possible we would be right there with him sharing some of these
experiences.
We
got to experience more of the world by the time we were teenagers
then most people get to experience in their life time.
By
the time I was 12 and we reached Australia I had already lived in
Taiwan, Spain and Hong Kong and had also traveled to a number of
different places.
I
have great joy in reflecting back and sometimes can't actually
remember which country the memory I'm having occurred in.
It
is a fantastic memory problem to have.
And
I believe that is what we need to do, we mourn but more importantly
we enjoy the memories we have.
And
I would like to share some of my memories.
I
remember living in Spain, my dad surrounded by the latest business
gadgets. Fax machines and green screen computers and such.
And
although he spent money on the latest gadgets for some reason he
decided to buy a cheap old White Mercedes.
I
like to believe he thought it looked classy although classy doesn't
always mean working.
It
broke down a lot.
One
day dad was taking us to school which we only about 10-15 minutes
away and it broke down and we had to hitchhike.
I
believe that might have been the last straw and soon after we had a
new car.
I
remember in Spain our bikes were stolen.
Dad
somehow found out where they were and drove into what I can only
describe as a gypsy camp.
He
managed to get them back, I'm not sure how he did that but of course
the way he described it was along the lines of walking in, flexing a
bicep and the bikes were returned.
I
remember on one occasion in high school we had a geek day and I had
the following conversation with my dad.
'Dad
can I borrow some clothes?'
'Sure,
why?'
'We're
having a geek day at school'
It
made him laugh and he sent the conversation to the Sydney Morning
Herald and it made it into the Column 8 section.
Dad
always loved animals and in Hong Kong one time he went out for a jog
and came back with a bird. I think it was a budgie.
It
was very tame and obviously a pet and was just sitting in the street.
I'm
pretty sure it was the first time I'd seen a person holding a bird.
I
was amazed he'd caught it.
I
remember when we were in Forestville dad traveled less but was away
for different periods of time.
One
time he was supposed to be away for a few weeks and mum was away as
well.
Being
a teenage boy with a parentless house I of course threw a party.
Dad
returned early.
He
returned to a number of my friends asleep through out the house.
After
throwing them out he woke Andy up who I believe instantly ratted me
out.
I
don't remember exactly what happened, I assume I had some cleaning up
to do but I do remember one question he had for me.
He
took me to one of the rooms and asked 'how did that happen?', he
pointed up and on the ceiling there was a shoe print.
I
have no idea how that happened and at the time he didn't find it so
funny, it become another story of his and to this day he still muses
about it.
I
remember I always thought my dad had the biggest arms and was so
strong, almost Popeye like and when I was young I would wrap my hands
around his arm and he'd lift me off the ground.
But
then he'd do one better and my brother would wrap his hands around
dads other arm and he'd lift us both up!
My
dad was the strongest man in the world.
And
that is one of the strongest memories I have. My dad. The strongest
man in the world.
Andy Bruce (Youngest Son)
Dad
liked to travel, I never met anyone as well travelled as he was and
when he was able too he liked to take his family with him. Before I
was born mum would join dad on the ships he worked on, this was in
the good old days of shipping, according to dad, as that wouldn’t
happen these days. Some of my earliest and fondest memories are of
the excitement of going to airports because I knew I was about to
have a little adventure with my parents and sitting in those big
planes seats and playing games to pass the time. Unfortunately the
seats got smaller and smaller the older I got, but I still have a
sense of excitement when I go to the airport, that sense of going on
a small adventure.
Dad
taught me to be self-reliant; to take care of myself and this trait
came in very useful when I was old enough to begin my own travels. In
my backpacking days I never got myself into any trouble that I
couldn’t get myself out of, I never needed to call on him for any
help. I think the reason I was so confident and was never scared when
I first started travelling was because dad was my safety net. I knew
that if I ever got into real trouble and needed his help, no matter
what he was doing or where he was in the world he would be on the
first plane to wherever I was.
Just
after I finished High School, when dad was working in Gibraltar and I
was travelling in England he called me up and asked if I wanted to
help him transport an oil barge from Antwerp, Brussels to Gibraltar.
This meant steering the barge though the canals of Brussels and
France to the south coast of France, specifically Seté, and then
heading out into the ocean along the coast line until reaching Spain
and continuing along the east coast of Spain until finally reaching
Gibraltar. He said it would be fun and an adventure and he was right,
it was both.
We
had a few mishaps along the way, but as always dad took care of
everything and he did so with his schoolboy level of French and his
even worse level of Spanish. Barges aren’t meant to travel on the
ocean, they are a flat bottomed boat and therefore don’t cut
through waves so much as just bounce on top of them. I was seasick,
very seasick and I’m sure even dad felt queasy during the times of
bad weather but in his usual way he just got on with the job. Using
the second hand sea charts he’d bought and the consumer level GPS
that he couldn’t get a reading with unless he stepped outside the
cabin, he managed to guide us into Gibraltar.
This
adventure took us roughly 6 weeks to complete and it is something
that dad and I remembered fondly and talked about a lot. During that
period we both set a record for longest days without a shower as the
barge had no facilities, it was a work barge and was not meant to be
lived on. In case you’re wondering it was 11 days and we never
wanted to come close to breaking the record ever again. I don’t
think dad made a lot of money on this deal, he certainly didn’t
lose money however he didn’t really earn what his time was worth,
but he told me he didn’t do this one for the money he did it so we
can have this time together.
Dad
also taught me to treat everyone with respect and kindness, he was
not a violent or aggressive man and I can count on one hand the times
he ever punished me for anything and I sure I deserved a spanking at
the time. Dad shaped me into the man I am today, he showed me that
real men love and take care of their family and friends, that they
try and do what’s right even if it make things harder, that they
not take life too seriously and have fun because you never know when
it will all end.
Thank
you dad.
From
Sandra Bruce (Younger Sister)
Peter. Thanks for being my brother. Thanks for being Laura and Jaime's proud uncle, and thanks for being Jim's faithful brother-in-law. There must be something funny to say about your leaving us but I'm damned if I can think of it.
Love you,
Sandra
From Shirley Bruce (Youngest
Sister)
Well Pete, we all wanted you to slow
down and take life at an easier pace, but we never expected you to go
this far.
As the shock of your sudden departure slowly sinks in, the memories come flooding back at a tremendous pace, disjointed like an unedited movie before the final cut. Even during the most mundane tasks something will spark a thought, a feeling a memory of you. Mostly that wicked chuckle of yours and your ready smile.
One of my most profound memories is the day you left to join the Merchant Navy I was 8 years old, the night before we had a fashion parade, you in your uniform which mum with her expert needlecraft skills had altered to fit you to perfection and the huge yellow oilskins and souwester which kept falling down over your eyes, you looked like Paddington bear, I wondered if you ever did wear them?
I cried so much when you left and watched you walk down the street huge knapsack on your back, until you disappeared, I was heartbroken. The excitement of you coming home on leave was like Christmas and birthdays all in one, you always arrived home when I was tucked up in bed, I’d try and stay awake but always fell asleep and in the morning my pillow would be lumpy and uncomfortable, filled with treasures from your travels all placed under my pillow whilst I slept.
That first parting was the start of your amazing, exiting journey through life, a life lived at the fastest pace and to the full, it lead you to meeting your beautiful wife Tina and the birth of your adored sons Tony and Andy. And always whenever you came home to Scarborough, I would still be that excited little girl, waiting for her big brother and anticipating the stories of your adventures, and I still cried every time you left.
Your love of family and your pride in us all and our children will stay with us forever, you may have been small in stature, but you had the heart and soul of a giant. This last parting, this last journey, has left me even more heartbroken, the tears do not cease to flow.
Goodbye my brother may this journey be
your most exciting adventure ever.
Love always Shirl
Yee
Wha Cheng (Aunt Laura Sister-in-law)
We
are saddened by the loss of our dear brother-in-law Peter. When Peter
and Tina first got married, they came to visit us in New York.
Despite the language barrier, he played mahjong with our mom, his new
mother-in-law and even won her money. I remember when he made the
special trip to New York just for our mother's 80th birthday party.
We all had a great time. Peter will always be remembered as a
wonderful and generous man, and he will be missed.
Wing Tsang (Uncle Wing
Brother-in-law)
My
brother-in-law, Peter, was a wonderful man. He took good care of his
family and loved by all. It
is indeed so sorrow for us to accept the loss of a delightful family
member.
I knew Peter in Hong Kong. Shortly
after, my family moved to New York. Peter stayed with us most of the
time when he came to New York. We played mahjong together and he was
a good mahjong player. Peter was also very good in calligraphy and
painting. He practiced his script penmanship and oil painting skill
at his free time. He painted two pretty pictures of red rose on black
velvet. Both paintings were framed and placed in an art gallery for
sale and were sold in relative short time. Peter loved to read and
learn new skills. I remembered that he took a speed reading class in
New York and taught me the tricks of speed reading after his
training.
During these years, Peter visited New
York many times. As a family, my parents, all brothers, sisters and
family members went out with him for dinners and took pictures. Those
were wonderful moments. Peter always worked late for buying and
selling ships. And I picked him up and dropped him off at airport and
took him to places. Years ago, Peter, Tina and family moved to
Spain. My father and I went to visit. We stayed in Peter’s
beautiful villa and everyone had a very good time there. When Peter
and family moved to Australia, my parents visited them again in
Australia. Originally, I planned to go along as well. Peter bought a
SUV and waited for us to come. Because of my new job, I was unable to
take time off. I missed my chance to meet up with my brother-in-law
in Australia. And, the chance will never come again.
We walked back and forth on Brooklyn
Bridge, drank tea with milk in a large mug, beer and brandy, ate
steak with wine, played pool and dart board, watched TV, discussed
about anything and site seeing in New York City and in Spain. The
list can go on and on.
During this sad moment, family members
including myself in New York would really, really like to come to
Peter’s funeral. We are so sorry that the distance and the timing
made it impossible for us to present. Please accept our deepest
condolences and our hearts are with you in this time of sorrow. Hold
tight to your memories, and let them guide you through during this
time of sadness.
Good bye to Captain Peter Bruce!
You
are always in our hearts.
From
niece Anna (Shirley's daughter)
Uncle
Peter always saw potential in everyone and encouraged them to follow
their dreams and I will always remember that about him.
Goodbye
and love you always uncle Peter
From
Elise Chiu (His Niece on wife’s side)
I
spent time with Uncle Peter in Las Vegas for Tony's wedding, he
arrived in the morning before me, my sister and Andy did and he had
already been at the blackjack table a few hours at that point and was
up quite a bit. He treated the 3 of us to a great sake filled sushi
lunch and he told us the story about how the first time he went to
Asia and he saw women smaller than him he knew he was going to end up
marrying one.
I
am glad he did as he became part of our family and even though we
didn't have a chance to see much of each other, the little time we
did spend together especially as adults was much appreciated and I
personally got to know him better to find out what a great and big
person he was.
Elise
From
Jeff Marr (Old and dear friend)
Peter
was and will always be my greatest friend, a friendship which has
endured for over 30 years. In business he was a visonary, a
perfectionist, modest, generous, sometimes overly and a professional
in every sense and outside of business he enjoyed a wonderful family
life. Having come ashore in 1978 and settled in Taipei I’m not sure
that Tina expected the following decade and beyond to be as hectic as
it was! During the early 80’s he pioneered a way of buying ships
for his clients that had never been seen before. Casualties from the
Iraq/Iran war or ships that were virtually being abandoned as the oil
markets plummeted had to be disposed of and invariably Peter was at
the heart of many sales during this period. Peter was always in his
element dealing ‘hands on’ which inevitably meant more and more
time away, so the move to San Pedro in Spain was a logical one at the
time. The move led to us seeing more of each other and as our
friendship grew so did the amount of business conducted between us.
There was the obligatory travel involved again from which one can
recount many tales.
My
earliest recollection of Peter’s generosity was after he had
concluded one his first deals and came to London. Five of us were
whisked off to a private dining room at the Grosvenor Hotel where we
enjoyed the most sumptuous dinner and finest wines. Although we had
earned our commission from the sellers of the ships on the sales he
wanted to thank us personally for the support and belief that we had
in him and from that day on our friendship blossomed.
We
travelled together a lot and some of my fondest memories are of when
we were on ships together. One summer, I think it was in 1985, we
negotiated two large oil tankers which were in Jebel Ali in the UAE.
The ships were owned in nearby Abu Dhabi and prior to concluding a
sale the owners asked that we inspect them and then meet to finalise
a deal. We hastily arranged an overnight flight to Dubai and then
drove for what seemed like hours along the coast road with nothing
but the desert surrounding us until we reached the ships. The
temperature in the shade was 45 degrees Celcius; there was no air
conditioning or lighting on the ships but Peter completed his task
with his usual proficiency and satisifed himself that the ships could
be reactivated. The next morning we visted the owners office with the
intention of finalising the purchase but were told that there was now
competition. Peter could not persuade his clients to improve their
price and we lost the business for about $ 15,000 on a $ 5,000,000
deal, basically peanuts.
It
was his birthday that day and in his usual pragmatic style he simply
accepted the outcome, not showing any of the visible signs of anger
which I was. He took me and my co-broker to dinner to celebrate his
birthday. What an evening that turned out to be. We had an amazing
meal, our co-broker retired early and we were approached by a local
who was dining there alone. After a few drinks he suggested we move
on to a club. He said he was an official at the Department of
Irrigation, was very immaculately dressed and had expensive taste as
evidenced by an enormous diamond encrusted watch and his huge
Mercedes. I was the unfortunate one in the front seat, as soon after
we left his free hand started roaming to say the least. Peter, in the
back seat, thought it was hilarious as I had to fend of this guy for
the next half hour or so as we drove deeper into the desert. We ended
up in the middle of nowhere. The so called club seemed to be no more
than an empty container with a few tables and tea-drinking locals
which was our cue to make a quick getaway!
On
another occasion we were in Athens and had arranged a very important
meeting with a major ship owner on the following Monday morning. We
had the weekend to oursleves and decided to visit some of my friends
on one of the nearby islands. Peter stayed on board an old naval
training ship owned by an Australian whilst I stayed at my friends
Our
ferry was booked for 9 am on the Monday and we would be in Athens for
our meeting at 11 o’clock. Except …. Peter had no alarm clock, it
was pitch black below deck and there was no noise at all on board. He
finally surfaced at around midday and we arrived in Athens at around
3 pm. The ship owner was less than pleased with our time keeping but
Peter’s professional attitude, attention to detail and likeability
endeared him to the client and we managed to form a joint venture
with him that very day.
We
all have our individual memories and there will be so many, as I
cannot recall anyone in business or people we met socially who have
ever said anything derogatory or negative about Peter and I am sure
that sentiment will be echoed by all others who know you. Quite
simply you were just the nicest guy and the best friend any person
could have hoped for. You supported and guided me throughout tough
times for which I will be ever grateful.
You
may now be on the final voyage but for me your ship will always be on
my horizon. I will miss you, my friend.
Jeff
From
Martyn Brown (Old Friend)
1983
- In the normal course of his business, Peter was purchasing and
delivering ships from Europe to Taiwanese Scrap Buyers on a regular
basis. He was entirely responsible for all aspects of this activity
and as an example of Peter’s humanitarian nature, the following
incident comes to mind;
During
the late seventies and early eighties the human catastrophe of the
Vietnamese Boat People was endemic in the region. It was common
knowledge that some unscrupulous ship owners at that time, gave
standing orders to their ship Captain’s to “turn a blind eye”
to the plight of these people, thereby consigning them to certain
death in many cases.
It
was during this period that Peter received a rather apologetic call
from his own ship Captain, who undertook many of these delivery
voyages, to inform him that they had rescued refugees from a sinking
boat.
These
scrap-delivery voyages by their very nature, were conducted with the
minimal amount of fuel and stores remaining on board.
Notwithstanding, the crew donated clothing and food and vacated their
cabins to facilitate the refugees. It had been calculated by Peter
and the Captain that the vessel could still continue on to Taiwan, as
originally planned and just about make it, without too much
inconvenience to all concerned.
However,
as always, politics got in the way of Peter’s best intentions. The
Taiwanese Government duly informed Peter that the ship would be
refused entry, given the presence on board of the Vietnamese Boat
People. Peter being Peter, simply and justifiably ignored the stance
taken, until ultimately the Taiwanese Government sent out a gun-boat,
to better focus Peter’s attention.
Given
the limited fuel & provisions remaining on board, Peter informed
me that he would divert the ship to Hong Kong, to both safely
disembark the refugees and to refuel and re provision the vessel, in
order to continue on to Taiwan. This decision was costly in monetary
terms for Peter and his principals, but in his opinion nothing else
could be done, given the unfortunate circumstances. However, global
politics still played a part, in that, the British Government and the
Governor’s office in Hong Kong issued a similar warning to Peter,
that a deviation to Hong Kong was not possible.
During
this period of time Peter’s base of operation was conducted from an
office in Gibraltar and he often registered ownership of his vessels
for the “delivery voyages” in the British Territory of Gibraltar
and proudly flew the Red Ensign Flag on his vessels. Peter’s reply
was that; surely Hong Kong, being a British Territory, at that time,
could not under any circumstances refuse entry to a British Ship in
such circumstances and furthermore, politically, they could not
refuse to handle the plight of the refugees. There followed a series
of lengthy exchanges, including ultimately the involvement of the UK
Foreign & Commonwealth Office, the Governor of Gibraltar and a
threat of legal repercussions.
Peter
on this issue, simply stood firm in his conviction and the task of
disembarking the refugees and safely delivering the vessel to his
clients in Taiwan, was finally achieved.
1986
- Peter ultimately employed me as his assistant, working from his
home office in Southern Spain. Travelling on behalf of Peter’s
business, stemmed from many weird and wonderful conversations that
would often take place between us, such as;
“I
have just bought a vessel which will be towed to Taiwan in about six
weeks’ time. It’s at anchorage in Southern Chile, I hear the
local mafia is stealing all the non-ferrous metals, I want you to go
down there and sort it out.”
We
both knew the task was next to impossible, but this was Peter’s way
of getting me out of the office on many occasions and added greatly
to my experience of the shipping industry.
1997
– Peter after having progressed from Southern Spain to Australia,
via Hong Kong in the late 1980’s returned to Gibraltar for a brief
spell, to take up a post as Gibraltar Marine Surveyor. Many escapades
ensued during this time, too many to recount for this moment in time,
but more than anything, I was grateful to be able to renew our
acquaintance.
Martyn
Brown, Gibraltar, 2 January 2014.
a
small sample of emails from work colleagues and business partners
Marcel
van der Wiele
With
great sadness heard about the passing away of Peter. A great shock
to us all.
I
met him few years ago in Australia where we shared an apartment for a
couple of days at Adelaide. We had a lot of fun and he made my first
trip to Australia an experience I will not forget. I am happy I had
the privilege to have known him and have worked with him. In the
years after that my boss Paul visited Australia several times and got
quite close to Peter.
We
will miss him
Capt.
Michel Lagesse
It
is truly with sadness that I hear of the passing away of Peter.
Please
accept our deepest condolences in the loss of your father and trust
that you and your family will grieve peacefully, yet remain strong
during this sad period.
Over
the last few years, whenever Peter was due to come to Fremantle or
was already in Fremantle, for surveying purposes, he would always
call me to see if we could “catch up for a chat and beer”.
Depending on my work commitments, I’d make every effort to be
there, as I really enjoyed his company. Peter and I had that “chat
and beer (or two)”, only a few weeks ago and we shared a few good
stories together.
I
will miss his laughter and companionship.
Siddharth
This
is truly shocking! I have truly fond memories of the two occasions
we spent together in Singapore. Jovial and fun guy to know.
CIS
has indeed lost a good partner in the region. Do convey our
condolences to his family and we pray for his soul to rest in peace.
Robert Rantino
I
am shocked to hear this. This is terrible news. My thoughts are with
his family.
I
have great memories of working with Peter. He was a great person to
work with and I thoroughly enjoyed dealing with him.
May
he rest in peace
Peter
Bosman
It
was a great shock to hear of the passing of Peter, who has been a
fine colleague to work with since he arrived in the Melbourne region
to work as a Surveyor. His happy disposition, and some shared
interests in the world of ballet, always made it a pleasure to catch
up with him when we met as "opponents" on joint surveys.
He
was a fine man, and will leave a large gap of expertise in the local
Maritime scene.
Please
accept and pass on my sincere condolences to the members of his
family.
John
Holden
On
behalf of the AIMS (Australian Institute of Marine Surveyors)
Executive Team and all members, I would like to extend condolences to
your family at the passing of Peter – as a long-standing member he
will be fondly remembered and missed by all those who knew and worked
with him. Peter’s good humour and warm company has blessed all who
have spent some time with this fine man!
Percy
Khadiwala
I
was shocked to know of the sudden demise of my friend and colleague
Peter Bruce whom I have known since he started his business in
Geelong. It was our ritual, whenever we conducted a joint Survey in
Geelong, we had a couple of Beers and Lunch at a pub in Geelong or in
Hoppers Crossing and discussed old times with a lot of laughter and
good stories. Peter was kind, helpful, full of fun and enjoyed a joke
no matter what the situation was.
Peter
was a good friend and we will miss him. I am truly sorry for your
loss and please convey my sincere condolences to your mother.
Slide show.
My Father Passed Away
On the 27th December my father passed away peacefully in his sleep.
His funeral was be held at Rookwood Cemetery at 11am on Monday 6th Jan, 2014.
The wake to took place at 12pm at the Carnarvan Golf Club. straight afterwards.
I have created this blog in order to share with family and friends around the world. We'll always love and miss you dad.
His funeral was be held at Rookwood Cemetery at 11am on Monday 6th Jan, 2014.
The wake to took place at 12pm at the Carnarvan Golf Club. straight afterwards.
I have created this blog in order to share with family and friends around the world. We'll always love and miss you dad.
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