Photos of Arthur Ashworth

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Arthur and Corran, Wellington New Zealand  circa 1943

Arthur and his brother, Corran,
Wellington, New Zealand, c.1939

No 11 RNZAF Course Rongotai

No 11 RNZAF Course Rongotai, October 1939
Arthur Ashworth is front row,
3rd from right

Pupil Officers, No 1 Elementary Flying Training School

Pupil Officers
No 1 Elementary Flying Training School
RNZAF Station Taieri, 1939
Arthur Ashworth is front row,
4th from left,

No. 1 Service Flying Training School RNZAF Station Wigram

Half of No. 11 pilots course
No. 1 Service Flying Training School
RNZAF Station Wigram, March 1940
Arthur Ashworth is front row,
2nd from right

Arthur Ashworth and Crew

Arthur Ashworth and Crew (L to R):
Sgt Ted McSherry (N),
P/O Artie Ashworth
, P/O Wilson (2ndP),
and Sgt Broad, May 1941

Somewhere in the Western Desert - 1941

Somewhere in the Western Desert, 1941
(Arthur Ashworth far right)

The Distinguished Poppy Seller

Arthur and Corran Ashworth
England, 1942

Arthur Ashworth briefs the crew prior to takeoff.

Arthur Ashworth (front, 2nd from right) briefs the crew prior to takeoff
Jamaica, 1955

Arthur and Kay Ashworth circa 1955

Arthur and Kay Ashworth, c.1955

Arthur is introduced to the Mayor of Kingston

Arthur is introduced to the Mayor of Kingston by the Governor General,
Sir Hugh Foot
Jamaica, 1955

The Distinguished Poppy Seller

With nephew Stanley Koberstein
Stonhenge, c. 1960

Arthur and youngest brother, Vince

Arthur and youngest brother, Vince
- Yemen in the late 1970s to early 80s.

Arthur with his only son

Arthur with his only son - named, of course, Corran. Gibraltar, 1991

The Distinguished Poppy Seller

The Distinguished Poppy Seller.*

With wife Kay - his last Remembrance Day

With wife Kay
His last Remembrance Day, 1993

*Arthur's son, Corran, related how in November each year, as Remembrance Day approached, Arthur would stand outside the most vicious pub in the neighbourhood from 9am to 9pm selling poppies for the British Legion. 'Even the nastiest thugs would take one look at a quite short, bald old man in smart trench coat wearing the most medals they had ever seen in the movies, and would hand over some cash.'