Published on 28/07/25
Daphne was born at Little Chesterford, near Saffron Walden in Essex. She was about five years younger than her sister Dorothy, who sadly died in 1938.
Soon afterwards the family moved to Cambridge, much to Daphne’s dismay as she loved their home area of Ashdon. Daphne’s father, Robert Eley, was a quiet gentleman, a talented musician, a gardener and clever with his hands. He worked as head gardener at Pembroke College and sometimes added to his meagre salary by waiting in Hall. They lived in Abbey Road and Daphne attended the local school before winning a scholarship to the Perse School for Girls. Once there, her love of English and art was nurtured. In the sixth form she learnt secretarial skills (girls having fewer opportunities in those days than now) and left to work at the Chivers factory in Histon, cycling to work every day, as most employees did. She became secretary to the Technical Director. She made good friends there and went with them to Torquay, her first holiday without her parents, and on another occasion they flew to Guernsey from Marshalls Airport.
Over the next few years Daphne was one of a circle which included Don Mee, the love of her life. They thought nothing of cycling 50 miles in an evening and, being ambitious, they decided to go on a cycling holiday to Devon in August 1952. Fortunately they just missed the disastrous Lynmouth flood which claimed 34 lives. Their wedding was then delayed as Don was ill with nephritis but eventually they were married and in 1956 Daphne gave birth to their daughter, Carolyn. Fairly soon afterwards, Don was offered a good job as a draughtsman with the British Aircraft Corporation in Bristol so the family moved there. Unfortunately Don’s health deteriorated and, shortly after the loss of Christopher, their baby son, Don died in 1959.
Daphne returned to Cambridge, with Carolyn, where she had her family’s support. She bought a house in 1960, which was to be her home for the remainder of her life. She took a job as secretary to the Headmistress of the Perse School for Girls. She is fondly remembered by former colleagues. One wrote, “She was a lovely lady who was most welcoming when I first joined the office staff at Perse Girls and was always extremely patient and helpful during my time there.” Another said, “She was so welcoming when I started to teach at Perse Girls in September 1975 and gave me a great deal of tactful help and guidance.” Meanwhile, Carolyn followed in her mother’s footsteps and was a Perse girl from 1963-1974. They enjoyed holidays in Wales and Dorset. They also attended Holy Trinity Church together and friends from there, along with others, supported Daphne after the tragic death of Carolyn in October 1980.
Daphne retired from her position at school in 1989. Her leaving present was a Canon SLR camera and lenses as she was a keen photographer. Now she had the time, she was able to travel more, enjoying holidays in Austria and Italy. She also drove to Devon to visit her aunt, uncle and cousins. The family remember ‘Auntie’ as a smiling, white haired lady, usually dressed in blue, with twinkly eyes and dimples, who gave great enveloping hugs. They also remember her long, conversational letters written on handmade cards, usually featuring delicately painted flowers or birds, and the gifts she sent through the post, carefully wrapped in so many layers of brown paper and string that it took forever to open them – adding greatly to the excitement!
Always keen on dogs, having had some when she was younger, Daphne bought a sweet little Yorkie puppy in 1998, which she adored. Kimmee went nearly everywhere with her and never had to go into kennels, as holidays were then taken in dog friendly cottages in Norfolk.
Daphne was an accomplished potter and she enjoyed oil painting, inspired by some of the lovely photographs she took locally and whilst on holiday. She was also an avid reader of poetry and, with help from Annette and Nick Hobbs, Don’s cousin and her husband, she published three books of her own poems. Daphne was very proud of this achievement and rightly so! One of her poems, ‘Tread Softly In the Morning’, was set to music by Doug Constable and played at her funeral.
Daphne was a good friend and neighbour to many and, in spite of suffering from arthritis, she continued to produce her own Christmas, Easter and birthday cards until recently. She was an excellent hostess, loved giving parties and enjoyed keeping up with people, taking a lively interest in everyone and in their families.
Daphne was a very special person – one of the kindest people you will ever hope to meet, always warm and welcoming, thoughtful and sensitive, and a wonderful listener. We will never forget her lovely smile, the way she could make us laugh, and her wonderful ability to make one feel at ease. She was also an incredibly brave person who, despite the anguish of losing her beloved Don so early in their marriage and then losing Carolyn so tragically, managed not only to survive but to build a different life and bring much happiness into the lives of others. With her positive outlook, she certainly taught us all a valuable lesson – whatever life throws at you, make the best of it!
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