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ALF BROWN 1915 - 2003 Honorary Vice President of Stopsley Striders Alf was born in Cwm Bach, Aberdare, South Wales on 14
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THE CYNON VALLEY HALF MARATHON 1984 One could write volumes about the man, this is one story, my story. North of Aberdare lies the Cynon Valley and below that the Rhondda. Sunday morning 15th July 1984 the Cynon Valley Half Marathon. By a strange coincidence I was there for the event. Looking around I was surprised to see Alf, waving in the distance all smiles. I gave him a warm handshake, wonders never cease. It was then he told me with pride and identity this was where he was born and that he left Luton at 3am that morning to drive down for the race. An achievement in itself. Elite runners up front, the late well known Madge Sharples was also there. Then behind a crocodile of runners Alf and I full of energy and determination. We may have not run like the wind, steady going, we reached Madge, we were interested in her success. Everyone flocked around Madge like a swarm of bees in June. I was privileged to have run with Madge and Alf. That year Madge told us about her race in Russia and the London Marathon, Her travels and her book. Every now and then she would lift her hands in a friendly gesture cheered on by the crowd who lined the streets. Madge was the centre of attention. Time for Alf and me to move 'BORE DA' Madge nice talking to you. Alf a man of few words looked at me and thought I had lost my senses. Friendly town, friendly people "When I was a boy, Breda we used to wonder through the woods up there, on the hill is were I lived with my brothers and sister". I liked the course beautiful views, the downhills were harder then the up hills. Not far away were the mines now closed one by one, land of rugby, poets and minstrels. Water stations and mile markers behind us the finish in sight, shouts from well wishers. Alf recorded a personal best we were delighted with our memento and the hospitality, tea and buns. Club event next year "we will come by coach" Alf smiled we bid our goodbye. Happy memories, happy times, great friendship only runners know. "DIOLCH YN FAWR" ALF. Breda Haughton 2nd February 2004 ALFRED BROWN 1915-2003. It was Alf who got me started way back on a very hot June evening in 1983. I thought it would be a doddle as I played a lot of sport, but I was wrong! Alf took me over the field past the tennis court to the"National" hill by which time I had to walk, being well out of breath. But Alf was so considerate & encouraging that within 3 months I was totally hooked & we completed the Luton 10 miles. Many more runs & races were to be achieved with Alf or his help, all good, & it was a sad day when he was no longer able to run himself, though the interest & encouragement were still there. His continued friendship, advice and support was much valued and appreciated. Alf was always interesting to talk to. His memory was brilliant and he could tell some good stories. in the few years that Alf ran, he gave it his all. I remember him telling me that when Fred told him he should cut down and take care, he would for example, go and do the Reading 1/2, then ring Fred when he got home AFTER the race with the news of what he had done. You can judge Alf's popularity with the ladies (in the nicest way possible). He was the only male present at the Ladies Annual Dinner for many years. You can guess he came in for some leg pulling but he loved it. Alf. Friend, mentor, fellow runner, I will never forget you. Helen. That's not the way to start a race I have taken part in a lot of runs with Alf, the Luton 20, Stondon Stomp, Hemel 10, Standalone 10K to name a few, but the run I remember best was the Robin Hood Half Marathon we did together. Den, Alf and I set off from Luton at about 06:00, leaving lots of time to get there. We stopped for coffee then set off again for Nottingham where we parked the car in a supermarket car park about a mile from the start. Halfway there and Alf says "If we don't run, we won't make it to the start on time," so off we ran leaving Den to make his own way there. We took a short cut through Queen Elizabeth Park. We'd got in all right, but do you think we could find the way out? Could we heck! There we were, running round like headless chickens trying to find the exit when we heard the gun go to start the race. Panic set in and we started getting ready for the race, pulling off jumpers and pinning on numbers. How we got out of the park I don't know, but we did and then ran to the baggage tent where we chucked our bags at the lads there. We then raced to the start, only to see the last runners disappear out of the gates. The marshal said it was ok to start, but we would have to take our own times, so off we went catching runners along the way. As Alf only ever answered "yep" or "nope", conversation was scarce, which as you know, is very unusual for me. Thanks to Alf, we never stopped running and finally crossed the finish, and it was then that we discovered I had achieved a P.B. of 2:15. As we collected our souvenir lace, Alf looked at me, smiled, and said, "That's not the way to start a race." It may not be, but it certainly had the desired effect Thanks to my dear friend Alf, I have loads of happy memmories. Run in peace Paulene. Tribute To Alf Brown Alf passed away on Christmas morning and he will be very sadly missed. I don't think you would find a Strider old or new at the club who would have a bad word to say about him. He was a person who took his running very seriously and at the same time enjoyed it. After he was not able to run himself, he loved to go and watch the races and support the Striders. He always had time to talk to everyone and give advice when people asked him for it. He could tell you all the routes for training at all distances from 5k upwards. The one story I remember about him is:- One night he was at the ladies night out (the only male member to be invited). There were some Americans at the restaurant. When they talked to him, he said that all the ladies were his daughters. Said it with such a straight face that they believed him. All I can say, he was a credit to the club and we should be and are very proud to have known him. Keep running Alf. Jim. Remembrance Dec 2004
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