Liz Tirard

Liz: An Incredible Story

Read about Liz’s family background in the article below

Click to read an article entitled “SEEKING KIN”
by Hillel Kuttler to find out more about Liz’s mother’s story

Click to view the
Order of Service for Liz’s Commemoration

Click to read Bex Bellingham’s Eulogy

Elizabeth Mary Tirard – Beville (1943 - 2014)

Our company Secretary Liz Tirard will be greatly missed. Liz was a co-founder of the Joanna Leach Foundation and became Mike Beville’s third wife. Liz had a special talent as an organiser; she was a Town Councillor and chair of the Planning Committee – renowned as an effective chair-person. She was  a chorister and took a special interest in the organ at St. Paul’s, Honiton, maintaining it from her own funds; issued an organ recording and ran recitals to boost church funds; her range of friends and social connections was impressive. All of these talents she brought to the creation and running of the Joanna Leach Foundation.
Liz was known by many names over her 70 year life-span (born Lis, renamed Lister, married to Workman, Bellingham, Tirard, Button, Beville). She married five times and had one long term serious relationship which ended when her beloved Mike Robinson, of international rhododendron fame, died suddenly.
Bex Bellingham: “Famously, after mum had her first child – Anna – she sold all her baby gear and said, “no more!”. Then she really empathised the point by having… six more children… It is fair to say she was a far better town planner than ever she was a family planner. After Anna, came Jennie, Peter, me, Tom, Jasper and Kit.”
Liz’s story is incredible by today’s standards – as a two week old baby at the height of the blitz, taken by her Jewish mother from London and placed in a ‘baby home’ here in the South West; then seemingly forgotten, all contact lost, her name changed (perhaps to protect from the possibility of a Nazi victory) with the closure of the home and a move, never to be collected after the war. Brought up by an ageing Rose Toms born in the Victorian era it was perhaps inevitable that the relationship would be – as Bex describes it – “a tumultuous one, full of anger and a mutual struggle to understand and be understood by each other…” It was only a chance meeting that enabled her to find both her parents (then separated and remarried) in her twenties; amazed to find that her father knew nothing of having a daughter.
Since Liz’s death her daughter’s Jennie and Anna have been researching their shadowy grandparents and tracing their family in Poland (now a part of the Ukraine); the leading part her father played in the Polish army in Scotland and subsequently in the Polish community in the sixties, and of her mother’s part in the army based in London. A story that may well be told on “Who do you think you are?”
Bex: “How to encapsulate a woman who represented so many different things to different people across the years; who wore so many different hats that even she never really knew her true identity? Impossible! Mother, sister, daughter, grandmother, great grandmother, godmother, wife. friend, surrogate parent… Teacher, councillor, governor, manageress, interior designer, singer, pianist, speaker, writer, performer, director… events organiser, people organiser, organiser organiser!!!”
Mike wrote for her eulogy that:-
“Our meeting has been brief, yet our love feels timeless; grown out of previous deep and enduring relationships, it was always truly unconditional. Liz and I have only known one another for thirty months (married for twenty), yet remarkably it feels to have been a huge part of a life-time. We met after each had lost a wonderful partner, and we had already learnt valuable lessons: we made no demands, nor had great expectations; only the desire to support each other in the moment and to lovingly contribute such talents as we could to the relationship. After talking on-line and perhaps born out of some intuitive sense that this was to be a special life experience, our commitment to be together was made within an hour of meeting.”
It was wonderful being able to have her children join us and be around for her in that last month   through Christmas 2010 and the New Year. Liz, whilst held lovingly in our hearts, is deeply missed.