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My father, Brian Hayman, who has died aged 86, was a gentle man for whom the expression "stiff upper lip" might have been invented. His business colleagues say he was disarmingly inscrutable. At home, it was plain to see that he loved his family and was proud of his children and grandchildren.My father, Brian Hayman, who has died aged 86, was a gentle man for whom the expression "stiff upper lip" might have been invented. His business colleagues say he was disarmingly inscrutable. At home, it was plain to see that he loved his family and was proud of his children and grandchildren.
He was born in London and was always keen to experience the wider world. Wartime evacuation from a school in Eastbourne to Devon did not count in his mind. In 1945, aged 19, he became one of the youngest captains in the Indian army. He had left school, sailed to the subcontinent and joined the 3rd Queen Alexandra's Own Gurkha Rifles. One of his roles was to supervise the repatriation by rail of those – dead or alive– whose worlds had been torn apart by the partition of 1947. Brian was always highly critical of the British management of independence. He adored the region and its people and after leaving the army became a tea planter, followed by a role as a tea sales manager in India and Pakistan.He was born in London and was always keen to experience the wider world. Wartime evacuation from a school in Eastbourne to Devon did not count in his mind. In 1945, aged 19, he became one of the youngest captains in the Indian army. He had left school, sailed to the subcontinent and joined the 3rd Queen Alexandra's Own Gurkha Rifles. One of his roles was to supervise the repatriation by rail of those – dead or alive– whose worlds had been torn apart by the partition of 1947. Brian was always highly critical of the British management of independence. He adored the region and its people and after leaving the army became a tea planter, followed by a role as a tea sales manager in India and Pakistan.
In 1956, while on leave in London, he met my mother, Susan, and three months later they were married and settled in Pakistan. They led an expat life, he in tea and she working at the British High Commission. In the 1960s they returned to England and he began to specialise in export sales for drawing-office materials and equipment. He was a firm believer in hard work and was dismissive of people who reached positions of power by dint of family connections rather than their own efforts. Among his many voluntary posts he was an adviser for the Prince's Trust.In 1956, while on leave in London, he met my mother, Susan, and three months later they were married and settled in Pakistan. They led an expat life, he in tea and she working at the British High Commission. In the 1960s they returned to England and he began to specialise in export sales for drawing-office materials and equipment. He was a firm believer in hard work and was dismissive of people who reached positions of power by dint of family connections rather than their own efforts. Among his many voluntary posts he was an adviser for the Prince's Trust.
In my father's last school report, his headteacher wrote that he hoped to see him become prime minister one day. He never became that, of course, but having been an avid debater at school he always enjoyed robust argument about politics and business.In my father's last school report, his headteacher wrote that he hoped to see him become prime minister one day. He never became that, of course, but having been an avid debater at school he always enjoyed robust argument about politics and business.
He is survived by Susan, me and my brother, James, and six grandchildren.He is survived by Susan, me and my brother, James, and six grandchildren.
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