Yexley Coat if Arms
Dedicated to Edwin Alfred Yexley

By Robin Yexley

Dad was born Edwin Alfred Yexley on the 26th December 1902, his parents were Charles William Yexley and Jessie Mary Adelaide Yexley nee Newton. Always known as Ted, he lived all his life in Fulham, south west London. He left school at a very young age (14 years of age) and I believe that his first job was as a hotel bell-boy, where he fell down a lift shaft. He joined the army, circa 1920, serving overseas in Mesopotamia (Iraq) and
India with the Royal Army Service Corp. He learnt to drive in the army.

Edwin in around 1920

Ted & Queenie Yexley

He married Celia "Queenie" Rose Sandling on the 9th June 1928 and together they had six sons and two daughters, over a period of nearly twenty years.
Edwin "Ted", the eldest in 1929 to Robin the youngest in 1950. He worked as a motor spirit saleman for Red Lion Petrol. During WW2 he served with the REME but stayed in the UK for the duration. Like many of his brothers he was a good boxer.


After the war he was head park keeper at Bishops Park, next to the river Thames and Fulham Football Club. "Ted the park keeper" was well known in Fulham. Us Yexley kids enjoyed the luxury of free icecreams from Marie Santilli's icecream van, which had a pitch outside the park for years.

He left the park in the early 1960s and worked until his retirement, at the age of 68, for Securicor. At night he guarded the Burlington Arcade in London's Picadilly and for overtime he used to work on the armed vans.


Ted The Park Keeper

In 1962 he was involved in a wages snatch of some £12,000 at Fair Green in Mitcham. He sounded the alarm and the bandits getaway vehicle was chased and rammed. It was a very hot day and I remember dad telling me that he and his colleague "tossed a coin" to see who was going in the back as radio operator (like being locked in a hot safe), dad lost the toss but the other guard was beaten and I think he lost the sight of his left eye. Dad received a commendation for his action. The newspaper cutting, from the Evening News and Star, refers to him as Edward and I believe that this is the name he
used when he lied about his age to join the army.

He is best remembered for his love of children and the stupid stories he told, which never varied over the generations. Do you remember the cowboy "Hop-a-long Cassidy"? He always featured a friend in his stories. Dad had a scar on his throat, caused by a rusty collar-stud, that was where he had been shot by an Indians arrow and how, when he was in Mesopotamia, his army camp was raided by Arabs and they tried to steal his wealth (always 4 pence) from under his pillow. When he tried to grab the raider he slipped through his fingers and got away as he had covered his body in grease! (I told you that the stories were stupid but they have never been forgotten)

He died on 10th June 1987, the day after his 59th wedding anniversay, and is buried accross the Thames from Bishops Park. Mum always joked that if she had murdered him that she would have got 16 years, only 12 with remission, so she reckons that she did five life sentences.