Tom Jacobs (1945 -47)



 

Tom was born in Berlin in 1928.  He escaped to the UK in 1938 and, after wartime evacuation to Dorset, returned to London in 1945 to join the Science 6th Form at Holloway School. He left in 1947 with five excellent Higher School Certificates, which he put down to the tuition and encouragement he received from 'Bump' Brown (physics), Doc Atkinson (chemistry) and 'Bunny' Griffiths (pure and applied maths), all of whom he regarded with great respect and affection.

After becoming a British citizen he was called up into the army. Having completed his army service, he entered London University in 1949 and graduated in physics. A long and varied career followed, first as a physicist at the Mallard Research Laboratories then as a Divisional Director with Phillips which took him to various parts of the world.   He then became a Management Consultant. Ultimately, leaving business behind at the age of 50 to took to teaching and became a teacher of physics.

In retirement, Tom continued to travel widely with his second wife, Joyce, and pursue a diversity of interests including sailing, water colour painting and stained glass windows. Tom came late to the Old Camdenians  and thoroughly enjoyed those reunions he was able to attend, particularly the two occasions when he was the oldest member present. Typically, he attributed his longevity, in part, to the occasional glass of whiskey and/or red wine, taken for strictly medicinal purposes.

He had a fertile and inquisitive mind and was never happier than when he was tackling an apparently insolvable problem and finding a solution.  The tributes from his family and friends at  his funeral, reflected his warm friendship, kindly nature and endless fund of stories told with an impish sense of humour, all of which will be greatly missed by those privileged to have known him.

Tom's remarkably full life ended peacefully in hospital on 26th April 2019, two weeks after a sudden and major stroke.   Our sincere condolences have gone to Joyce and his devoted family at their very sad loss.

 Alan Meyer