David Trollope

dtrollope31st August 1938 – 26th December 2019

Born in south west London, David Owen Trollope was the second child of Ivy and Stan, and little brother to Shirley. His parents were hard-grafting, working-class people: his father, predominantly a glazier, was Welsh, originally from Rumney in south Wales, and his mother was a Londoner born and bred.

David spent his childhood using the bomb sites of London as his playground, leaving school with one CSE before going to Art college. When he left he joined an advertising agency in the West End of London before working his way up within the television department. In 1957 he saw active service with the Grenadier Guards in Cyprus.

He returned to work at the same advertising agency, tall, dark, handsome and deeply tanned. The girls in the typing pool were beside themselves, and all tried to vie for his attention. However, he was not interested as he had already set his eyes upon one quiet young lady, Kathleen Brennan.

They married in1964, settling in Maidstone. Three children followed – Noel, Georgina and Michelle. David commuted to London and became a very successful freelance TV commercials producer. He travelled the world, filming in exotic locations, as well as in the major studios in England. Readers may remember his commercials such the Esso tiger running through the snow, or any of the PG Tips chimp ads. He retired at the age of 59 and the family moved to Milton.

At home, he was a dedicated family man with a great sense of fun. He loved music and had an extensive record collection – from the Beatles to Fats Domino, Status Quo to Aretha Franklin. Sunday mornings he would blast out the front room, with the bass turned up full.

If anyone thought for one moment that David would sit on the sofa with his feet up they were sorely mistaken. As Wychwood folk know, he became an incredibly active member of the community, giving unstintingly of his time.

His wanderlust never left him and his interest in Buddhism and other spiritual things led him to travel to Nepal and Tibet, as well as Mongolia. He found these trips fascinating, and humorous in places. He was once taken to a temple by a guide, and a little boy kept hopping around David, laughing and pointing, and saying ‘yeti, yeti’. The boy had never seen such a tall, hairy man before – beards were not very common apparently!

He loved his time in this community and he left us with many warm memories, memories that will be treasured for many a long year.

April – May 2020