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Eric passed away peacefully on 8th March 2021 aged 93. He will be greatly missed by all that knew him and certainly never forgotten. Eric was one of a kind and many of us, due to current circumstances, were sadly unable to see him and say our goodbyes as his time drew to an end. After a long and eventful life, we're sure those close to him have memories they would like to share and this memorial page gives us all a space to collect... see moreEric passed away peacefully on 8th March 2021 aged 93. He will be greatly missed by all that knew him and certainly never forgotten.
Eric was one of a kind and many of us, due to current circumstances, were sadly unable to see him and say our goodbyes as his time drew to an end. After a long and eventful life, we're sure those close to him have memories they would like to share and this memorial page gives us all a space to collect them and celebrate the life of Eric.
The day Anita's hairdryer was saved from certain meltdown - it was 'defrost the freezer challenge day', we'd carried it out to the back patio and I had only popped to the loo and came back to see that dads chosen weapon to melt that stubborn build up of... moreThe day Anita's hairdryer was saved from certain meltdown - it was 'defrost the freezer challenge day', we'd carried it out to the back patio and I had only popped to the loo and came back to see that dads chosen weapon to melt that stubborn build up of ice.... was said hairdryer. less
Eric was one of those people who I knew would always be there for me whenever I needed him. With just a phone call he could make me feel valued and important to him. Such a great quality to have.
Eric lived with my Dad, Joseph (his brother), my Mum,... moreEric was one of those people who I knew would always be there for me whenever I needed him. With just a phone call he could make me feel valued and important to him. Such a great quality to have.
Eric lived with my Dad, Joseph (his brother), my Mum, Shirley and me for 2 years. (He only got to see his own family at weekends) He worked each day and spent each evening at night school studying to be a chartered engineer. He showed such determination to achieve his goal. He would remind both myself and my brother Neil throughout our lives that you can achieve anything if you set your mind to it!
One of my fondest memories was when Eric gave the speech at my wedding. This was an unusual request for an uncle to undertake but he approached the task with good humour and a strong desire to make sure he got everything just right. I remember feeling very proud that he was my uncle.
Eric, I shall miss you, you always made me laugh and I am truly grateful that you have been a part of my life. With much love, Valerie x less
Yes that’s right Ian Dad certainly enjoyed building and never lost the enthusiasm to find more opportunities to pick up a cement trowel! … in fact Sue and I learned that Dad could identify a brick at thirty paces. It is a long story so will be as... moreYes that’s right Ian Dad certainly enjoyed building and never lost the enthusiasm to find more opportunities to pick up a cement trowel! … in fact Sue and I learned that Dad could identify a brick at thirty paces. It is a long story so will be as short as possible…… A good ten years ago now dad’s little toes had both become curled up and he needed surgery to straighten them; best toe first and then once complete and recovered straight back for the other to be done; six weeks from the start to the finish for the first and similar for the next. The operations were being carried out at the Nuffield in Chester. En-route to the various appointments we passed a new stock-house build site in the throes of completion. He had had his operation for the first toe and he came out with a cast on half-way up his left shin, toes showing with a metal bar sticking out of the centre of his little toe to keep it aligned straight while it healed over the next five weeks, and everything had to stay dry; well during that return journey he enlightened us to the fact that he’d been eyeing the bricks on this new build site and that they are exactly the same as the bricks on our house in Salford and he insisted that we have a little drive around this 99% complete new estate. What we did not know is that dad had spotted a few packs of unopened and unused facing bricks and that he wanted to see if we could off-load them from the contractor so he could show us how to build back at the Salford house, as our house was in real need of a number of proper rear walls to make it more private to maximise the garden. We eventually found the site office and two days after surgery he hobbled into that site office with me and made a deal with the site foreman that he could not refuse - we’d be back tomorrow with a van to collect said bricks at no expense to him!
I was instructed to rent as big a vehicle as my license allowed me to drive and the next morning for us to pick dad up in it first thing and we’d all go collect the bricks; well it was a good job we’d put the two barrows from the garage on the trailer of this open-back truck and work gloves too plus a chair for the new site foreman (dad) to sit on with his healing foot up resting! Plus we had one of Sue’s ‘just in case lunches’ made (salmon sandwiches for dad of course!) as when we got there plan A went straight out the window as the heavy lifting plant from the day before had gone so we had no choice but to barrow the bricks from pack to truck.
Dad sat there watching us go back and forth all day “Raymond you should be getting more bricks in each barrow load than that; you are making this hard work” said the man sitting there with his casted foot up and walking stick waving…. Plenty of spiders present of which Sue really enjoyed too!!!
…. Finishing off, the pictures below are dad laying those bricks just after he recovered from the second toe straightening operation; dad spent that second recovery period chomping at the bit to get building and so we designed and dimensioned all the walls to be built (I never got my way; Sue and dad had the last say on the final design) and I was left digging and laying the foundations and calculating the amount of cement and sand we needed to order plus if we had managed to collect enough bricks that day for the whole job and all the other logistics too….
I hasten to add that thanks to dad I can now dig a straight foundation trench, fill it appropriately with concrete and lay a brick in a straight line too although not very fast at any of those things! And Sue knows the difference between a good cement mix and a bad cement mix for the brickie. less
Sue Binder
The correct consistency for cement is like the squidgy chocolate icing on a chocolate fudge cake - if you're interested
I also learnt that another essential contribution for an Eric Mashiter building site is endless cups of tea and kitkats!
Dot & I were so sorry to learn of Eric’s passing. I first met Eric in 1977 when he came to collect Ian from University in Newcastle. As a Civil Engineering undergraduate I was always keen to chat to a “real” engineer. Eric was rightly proud of his... moreDot & I were so sorry to learn of Eric’s passing. I first met Eric in 1977 when he came to collect Ian from University in Newcastle. As a Civil Engineering undergraduate I was always keen to chat to a “real” engineer. Eric was rightly proud of his profession, which has done more to save and preserve life than the medical profession. Dot has a real affinity with older people and in later years she always enjoyed chatting to Eric and hearing his unique take on things. We were pleased to share in a number of family occasions, including Eric’s 90th birthday. We were so pleased that Eric made his last trip to the states for Victoria’s wedding. It was great also to go to Old Trafford with him for the ashes test in 2019. Cricket was such a passion for him and it’s fitting that such a worthy cricketing cause will be part of Eric’s memorial. We are so grateful to have been part of your life, rest in peace. less
I've really enjoyed reading through these memories of Grandad and it's beginning to make me realise where I get my stubbornness from, or as I like to say strong mindedness! As Anita mentioned, I'll look back with particular fondness on the perpetual... moreI've really enjoyed reading through these memories of Grandad and it's beginning to make me realise where I get my stubbornness from, or as I like to say strong mindedness! As Anita mentioned, I'll look back with particular fondness on the perpetual struggle to find the best value pub in the Northwich area, how Grandad kept tabs on the ever changing landscape of the local culinary scene was always a source of pleasure for those involved. A keen mind that showed little sign of slowing down, even as he passed his 90th birthday. I will miss the political chats that we had - Eric a pragmatist of the Labour movement, myself more of a radical or a dreamer as he would say! Nevertheless, not much got past Grandad and somehow he managed to stay thoroughly informed on current affairs both sides of the Atlantic. He was always willing to lend a hand where he could and he even volunteered for the unenviable task of helping me to pass my driving test - not particularly successfully but the fault lay with the student rather than the teacher I can assure you!
Rest in Peace Grandad Eric, you will be sorely missed. less
I couldn't have asked for a better father-in-law. Eric enthusiastically welcomed me and his three bonus grandchildren, Victoria, Andrew, and Hayley, into the Mashiter family. As sad as I am at his passing, I have many great memories that always make me... moreI couldn't have asked for a better father-in-law. Eric enthusiastically welcomed me and his three bonus grandchildren, Victoria, Andrew, and Hayley, into the Mashiter family. As sad as I am at his passing, I have many great memories that always make me smile. Over the last several years, we spent many weeks sitting in his lounge, me working and Eric watching TV next to me. Those were great days punctuated by lots of tea and Eric worrying I was working too hard. It was also time spent arguing about whether we would watch Judge Judy (Eric) or Homes Under the Hammer (me) and his propensity for muting the commercials, not one of his best skills; you never knew when the sound was going to cut out. We also spent a lot of time discussing which pub options were acceptable for dinner; there were never more than 3 or 4 on the list at any one time. The criteria were excellent value for money, good fish and chips, and liver and onions. We were all looking forward to getting past Covid and resuming our regular 3x a year visits with Eric; I'm sad that our "new normal" won't include those visits. I like to imagine that Eric is somewhere with Joseph and Neil sharing his views on the latest political news and cheering on his Rugby and Cricket teams. less
I am very sad that you left us before you made it to 100. I was sure you would, and the Queen would then have sent you a card. (Though you would have hated that!)
You were so rightly proud of the hard work it took to be a Professional Civil Engineer... moreI am very sad that you left us before you made it to 100. I was sure you would, and the Queen would then have sent you a card. (Though you would have hated that!)
You were so rightly proud of the hard work it took to be a Professional Civil Engineer even though you left school at 14 and for the career, you then build for yourself. You were a role model for being hardworking and for being ambitious for yourself and your sons. Even though you didn’t go, there was no doubt that your sons had to get a University education; you created that expectation. I am very grateful for this.
I will miss our weekend FaceTime chats which mainly were about politics here in America, and you were more up-to-date than I was! For four years, every week, without fail, you asked me would President Trump be re-elected.
You were such a big personality your family and friends will miss you. I am so happy that you got to live in the house that you build until the end.
You should have made it to a 100 less
Dad always felt indestructible while on the ride on. The next post is a video, notice dads little glance down before his reply... you'll need a lot of volume to hear his reply.
July of last year saw this certificate arrive in the post; dad was very proud to have achieved Chartered status in the Institution of Civil Engineers. As always dad was full of surprises and when we visited Anderton Boat lift the other year and stood... moreJuly of last year saw this certificate arrive in the post; dad was very proud to have achieved Chartered status in the Institution of Civil Engineers. As always dad was full of surprises and when we visited Anderton Boat lift the other year and stood over looking at Winnington ICI works he pointed out to Sue and I all the retaining structures that he designed for the site and all are still standing! This design work helped dad progress through to becoming Chartered.
He later went into waste water and the management of; under dad’s stewardship every pumping station in Vale Royal was renewed and refurbished and he greatly increased the capacity of the sewerage system to take surface water run off which has in turn helped many parts of Vale Royal to cope with climate change events. I visited a lot of pumping station building sites when I was a kid as he’d take me along.
He saved the best for last as when driving dad for his 2nd covid jab to the Countess of Chester the other week we opted for the M56 and when passing Frodsham and Helsby I mentioned the wetland which is now in and around where the River Weaver and Mersey meet and how varied the wildlife is there. He explained that when he first moved to Cheshire that this area was essentially an open sewer as the industrial sites and surrounding towns at the time would directly discharge straight into these rivers without treatment first. Dad went on to tell us that he’d actually been employed to design and create a sewerage system to divert this waste water to treatment plants of which he did and his work had played a major role in the cleansing of this section of water; there are many a heron out there that need to thank dad for their daily catch! less
A traditional Christmas dinner fell out of favour in our house, for various reasons, so over recent years we've been mixing it up - one year we had curry, one year macaroni cheese, and most recently, cannelloni (which actually morphed into lasagne when... moreA traditional Christmas dinner fell out of favour in our house, for various reasons, so over recent years we've been mixing it up - one year we had curry, one year macaroni cheese, and most recently, cannelloni (which actually morphed into lasagne when we decided making the pasta tubes was too complicated). Anyway, Eric was not fazed by such alternative approaches to the Christmas table, getting stuck in and happily taking home the leftovers to be warmed up for his Boxing Day lunch too. The only concession to tradition (it became our tradition anyway) was the prawn cocktail starter, an Eric favourite. This remained on the menu every year (and there were never any leftovers of that!). less
This was dad on his 93rd birthday day out to Liverpool Docks. Travelling over the new Mersey Gateway Bridge he gave us both a full detailed description of how it was built as he’d been following it via the Institution of Civil Engineers monthly... moreThis was dad on his 93rd birthday day out to Liverpool Docks. Travelling over the new Mersey Gateway Bridge he gave us both a full detailed description of how it was built as he’d been following it via the Institution of Civil Engineers monthly magazine. He always enjoyed talking about bridge structures; endlessly talked about the swing bridge at Acton whenever we crossed it. We picnicked last August in front of the Three Graces on Liverpool Docks, the best we could do at the time with Covid lurking around. It was a beautiful sunny day. We parked alongside the Liver building and he was insistent that we would be only staying for the shortest amount of time allowed on the parking meter as it would be so expensive; I read the meter and told him for blue badge holders it was entirely free. ‘We’ll stay all day then Raymond’. Wandered to the public realm area and found an appropriate bench and along came some new-age skateboarders accompanied by a ghetto blaster i.e. battery powered hoverboard enthusiasts going backwards and forwards around us and in true dad style he blurted out ‘They are no good for exercise them Raymond, they’ll just get fat riding around like that’!
Dad told and painted us a mental picture of how busy in shipping terms the docks area was back when he used to visit many moons ago, and he spoke about his time working in Ireland on what was to be a future ICI plant/investment and how he’d catch the overnight ferry from Liverpool on numerous occasions to work out there, and how at the time he was hopeful that he’d be spending more time over there. Unfortunately the sectarian violence put paid to ICI’s plans and dad stayed put in Cheshire from there in.
After a couple of hours he was bursting so we used our contacts to access the toilets at the British Music Experience and gave him a sneaky peek inside the exhibition too and he showed great interest as Sue went into great detail about the time the museum had a Tim Burgess hologram; Tim being Sue’s teenage music heartthrob.
Off we returned back home with greater detailed stories of how the different bridges were built. less
Thanks for setting this up guys, I really appreciate the chance to share about dads life.
A sombre post to start with and then it will be about celebrating and laughing about what dad achieved and what dad got up to.
This is dad eating his hospital... moreThanks for setting this up guys, I really appreciate the chance to share about dads life.
A sombre post to start with and then it will be about celebrating and laughing about what dad achieved and what dad got up to.
This is dad eating his hospital ‘just in case’ favourite lunch (salmon sandwiches) and his Beano flask of tea not forgetting a Kitkat or two of which Sue put all together for him on the Tuesday before he passed. We’d just seen the eye consultant and we’d had bad news that the transplant donor material was being ‘awkward’ and had detached itself and was floating free in dads only eye so another corrective procedure was needed in the operating theatre; the eye care team also decided that dad needed to stay with them so to get things right once and for all to complete the eye surgery stage. He had about 50cm of vision at this moment. Being the real battler that he is he was not fazed so we picnicked in the hospital waiting until we had a slot in the operating theatres. During this time we spoke about how different this stay in hospital was going to be for the both of us, as in the past when dad has needed a hospital stay I am able to be right at his bedside; this was different with no visitors going to be allowed on the ward so we knocked our heads together literally and made a plan of what he was going to focus on being on the inside and what I was going to focus on being on the outside. We parted a few hours after this photo at the doors of the actual operating theatre of which I should have not even had this access. During his stay it was near impossible to talk to him on the phone as his hearing aids had been lost so he just spoke down the phone, keeping me up to speed about developments. The next time I saw him was the fateful morning and we had a couple of hours together before he passed away in no pain in my arms.
We were best buddies and over the coming days and weeks I’ll share what a great dad he was. less