Memory of Treve Lawrance
It’s hard to think of
Treve without smiling.
That is the sort of
fellow he was, always full of good humour, what a
fantastic guy, what a friend, what a lot he meant to us
…and today I won’t be
able to do him justice
Treve’s trademark was
his smile and the way he could make us smile and laugh.
But beneath that smile was a genuinely good, caring and
He had a wicked sense
of humour. Woe betides anybody who tried to pull a fast
one on Trevie – he would get his own back 10 times over.
Treve may have left
us now, but he has left us with memories. For me I call
these Treve Moments – Let me share a few Treve
Moments with you.
Now, when ever I hear
the word “Cowboy”, I have a Treve Moment …… and
Treve’s Uncle Justine
was a mining engineer working in Canada. Uncle Justine
had given Treve some Canadian mining boots. On Treve’s
first day at South Crofty he proudly wore the boots
underground – only to be ridiculed for his Cowboy boots.
And that name stuck for more than 35 years.
Treve was proud to
have been part of Crofty. He had many “tickets” –
qualifications allowing you to do certain underground
jobs, he had his blasting ticket, his tramming ticket,
his bell ringing ticket. He used to say he never did get
his “bucket ticket” – it was a sh…..ifting job anyway!
I used to regularly
bump into Treve underground when he was a checker –
counting the amount of wagons going back to the shafts.
And we would sit down for a few minutes and yarn.
On one occasion I was
wearing one of those fancy new digital watches. “What’s
that he said?”. I explained, he looked at it, there was
nothing on the display “how do you tell the time then” –
“push this button and it lights up” I said. “huh” he
replied. He dug into his pocket and brought out an old
battered fob watch with one hand, he looked at his watch
told me the time, I looked at my new digital watch
pushed the button, and he was spot on.
Now I will leave you
to imagine the mirth and the language he used comparing
the old and new, …… and the smile on his face. And everytime we met
underground he would pull out his watch and say “well
boy, I’ll tell you what time it is” and he was right!
Now, when ever I see
a clock with one hand – I have a Treve Moment ….
Treve was loyal and
He was soon brought to surface to work in the
ventilation department, In the early days of computers
he wasn’t afraid to use them. His main responsibility
was going underground measuring temperature and the
direction the air moved.
They used a piece of
equipment called a smoke tube which would give off puffs
of smoke so you could see which way the air was
On one occasion he
called me into his office – there was something wrong
with his computer. I sat down and tried to sort it out
and smoke started billowing from it. It was not until
the laughter started that I realised what he had done.
Now, when ever I see
one of those old fashioned computers – I have a Treve
Moment …. and smile.
Treve left Crofty,
but Crofty never left Treve.
Every time we met,
the conversation would quickly (degenerate !) back to
Crofty, the places underground, the near accidents we
had, the characters we knew, the fun we had, who we had
met recently, who had passed on.
His memory of the
underground workings was amazing; he remembered every
drive, every stope.
Whilst at Crofty he
was often the guide taking professional photographers
around the mine, sometimes appearing in the photos
himself. Last week I had a Treve Moment – there
he was in a photo at Heartlands on the site of South
Crofty …. and I smiled and thought “how appropriate”
Treve was totally
reliable and genuine.
Treve the Gadgetman
technology and gadgets. In his camper van, in his house,
computers, electronics, sat nav he was there, he
Take Photography. He
came to our daughters’ weddings. His amateur photos were
far better than the professional ones – and they are the
ones we look at – and we have a Trevie Moment …..
and we smile!
Most recently he was
into generating electricity from sun light. Today would
have been a good day for him (bright sunlight
Treve has left us
with many memories ….. and smiles.
In conclusion: Elsie
and family – you must be finding it very difficult to
If the smile is not
on our faces, it’s in our hearts.
We are smiling for
Lay work colleague and friend.