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In Celebration of Rosie May
Rosie May started her time at Bottesford Primary in 1996. Rosie May’s abilities to make friends. Her infectious smile couldn’t fail but to endear her to all she met, she formed a close circle of friends within her class that have endured throughout her time at school. The Rosie May maxim was “If a job’s worth doing it’s worth doing well.” It was enough to drive most of us to distraction sometimes wondering if she would meet her own high standards but inevitably she always did.
Without doubt Rosie May’s outstanding talent was her ability to perform. She loved it best and we loved her for it. Dancing, singing or acting Rosie May shone. In particular, her performance in the school Christmas musical of Hosanna Rock at St. Mary’s Church in Bottesford. Singing and dancing as an Angel will always stay with me, one small step on the road to greater things like the fabulous Dick Wittington at the Newark Palace Theatre that the whole school all enjoyed seeing her in at Christmas.
We know that Rosie May enjoyed her time at Primary school ( because she told us) She gave us some lovely memories and it is nice in a way that there is so much to celebrate in about her short life.
Rosie May loved life and we loved Rosie May for it.
Jake Dolden. Rosie’s Yr 5 teacher. Bottesford Primary School.
Tribute for the life of Rosie May Storrie
The following tribute was read out at Rosie May’s funeral as a tribute to a very special little girl. Nicki had been Rosie May’s Dance and Drama Teacher for the last 7 years.
“ I have gone over and over what I am going to say today. I am sure that those of you who have already tried to put words together to talk about Rosie May, have already discovered that there aren’t actually any words that say enough. And I know that I am going to come away today feeling like I haven’t said enough. All because of the lovely, special little girl Rosie May was.
Apart from School and the time Rosie May spent with her family, the majority of her spare time was spent at dancing. Rosie May started Intro Ballet aged 3.5. She floated in like a little feather. At this time there were only 9 children in the dance school, Rosie May being the youngest. Within 2 years that group had moved on to Primary and they were soon ready for their first Ballet exam. This was also the first exam session I had held, so I was as nervous as they were. But Rosie May started as she meant to go on by achieving her first honours grade. Before long, she had taken up Modern, then Tap, Drama, Singing, Disco and of course the Scholarship class for exceptionally talented pupils. All in all Rosie May was with me on a Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday evening and she helped out on a Saturday morning. Rosie May had been with me for 7 years and within this time she had successfully passed 9 exams involving Dance and Drama, maintaining that high standard.
Rosie May was involved in our 99, 2000 and 2002 Dance School shows, which were performed at Newark Palace Theatre. Much to her delight, Rosie May was never asked to play the part of a boy because of her petite frame and due to her height was always on the front row. She had this shining ability to draw the attention of the audience her way. Our 2002 show was called “ A star in the making”. A lady in the audience quoted “ there is a star in the making”, as she watched Rosie May perform on stage. At our very first show, Rosie May was in a Modern Dance and she was a Bluebird in a Ballet dance. With each year she seemed to get busier and busier. Any time she wasn’t on stage, she was in the wings doing a quick change into her next costume. The majority of this time she was alongside her best friends Alice, Lucy and Roanna. I had a few of my friends helping in the wings at the last show and they couldn’t believe how organised and professional the girls were. Rosie May’s attitude towards performing, her unique style and ability to shine out influenced so many other pupils in the Dance School. In particular, the younger ones who all wanted to be her or to be just like her. She was the best little spotter I had ever taught. This is where you whip your head round when turning. I really feel like it should now be renamed “Rosie May” instead of spotting.
I haven’t really got any stories to tell about Rosie May, simply because she was always so well mannered and well behaved, just wanting to learn and perfect new steps. On one occasion, I caught her chatting to one of her friends, but when I asked her if it was about dance…of course it was! So that’s as far as it went.
All of this passion, enthusiasm, dedication and love of what she was doing was driven by her Mum and Dad’s support. Mary, was always the Mum who would have Rosie May where she needed to be, looking how she needed to look, encouraging her to have a go at new things. And Graham, the dad willing to sit through endless hours of show rehearsals with his camcorder or camera……often the only Dad sitting through rehearsals. Due to this encouragement and to Rosie May’s shining personality and ability she had just began to branch out on her own. The Newark pantomine being the most recent. At the audition, I knew she would be accepted out of the girls from my School, as she was the only one smiling and performing. Later Rosie May received the phone call offering her the part, which she modestly accepted. Only later, telling her Mum that she needed to be there at 3!
There is no doubt in my mind that one day a group of us would have been taking a trip to the West End to see Rosie May in whichever big hit Musical would be out at the time. She would have most definitely followed in the path of dancing, singing or acting. Knowing Rosie May, all three! But those of us fortunate enough to have known her, would know, that being that perfectionist, this would have been done to Rosie May’s highest standard, which of course we all know would be the highest standard.
At my wedding, Mum secretly asked some girls to be flower girls. On the day Bobby and I went under a beautiful arch of flowers held by the girls in their wonderful tutus. As we got further and further down the arch we had to crouch down to get through as the girls got smaller in height. Rosie May and Emily Wells who were the smallest were at the end of the arch. I now have even more reason to treasure my Wedding Album, as there are pictures of Rosie May looking beautiful and elegant in the Album.
I can’t express enough how talented Rosie May was and what a beautiful, lovely little girl she was both inside and out. It was an honour for me to be her Dance Teacher and it is an honour to be asked to talk about her today.
We love you Rosie May and we will never forget you.” xxxx
Nicki Sheridan -
Rosie May My Sister
Somewhere in my dreams tonight
I'll see you standing there
You look at me with a smile
"Life isn't always fair"
You say you were chosen for his garden
His preciously hand picked bouquet
"God really needed me,
That's why I couldn't stay"
It's said to be that angels
Are sent from above
I've always had my angel
My sister -
Wherever the ocean meets the sky
There will be memories of you and I
When I look up at that sky so blue
All I see are visions of you
"While there's a heart in me, you'll be a part of me."
By Laurence Storrie Age 13
Laurence & Rosie May Florida 2003.
Lost A Sister Gained An Angel
The caring prayers, the shaking shockThis awful news my world did rock
No one knew how it happened or why?
We were all sad; it made me cry.
How unfair it should have happened now
Won’t someone tell me how?
Her tears are dried, her pain is healed
And God chose this time for her life to yield.
It’s later now, while we’ve moved on
We miss her as though she had just gone
We’ll never forget all the good she did
Even though to her our farewells we bid.
We love her still, we miss her yet
And on this I’ll forever bet Rosie May with her two brothers Luke & Laurence, Greece 2002.
If she is truly in our hearts
From us she’ll never be truly apart.
I miss you Rosie May, very much
You gave my life a special touch
You did get angry you did get mad
But when you were gone I was nothing but sad.
Now that you’ve left I feel there’s nothing more
A piece of my heart, I felt was torn
I went to see you I really did try
But I knew it would be our last goodbye
I saw your angel she opened my eyes
Ever since then, I’m not afraid to cry
I carry your angel here by my side
It is in her, I can confide
I know one day we’ll be together
I will long for that day forever and ever.
By Luke Storrie Age 16 years.
My Rabbit -
His eyes are like stars that twinkle in the sky.
Their colour is as black as night.
His fur is as soft as silk and as white as snow.
His tail is fluffy like a ball of cottonwool.
He runs like the wind.
His tongue is as pink as candyfloss.
His claws are as sharp as razors.
His whiskers are as fine as a strand of my hair.
His ears are as smooth as velvet.
His teeth are sharp as a beaver.
By Rosie May Storrie
Age 10 years
Rosie May with Snowflake.
Rosie May – Our “ bestest friend”
Rosie May my bestest friend
Was always there for me
She was the best little dancer
The best that she could be.
Rosie May my bestest friend
Was funny as can be
Making jokes and having fun
Rosie, Alice, Roanna and me.
But then this happened
I flooded with tears
And now my nights are filled with fear.
Though the four of us are now a three
Rosie May will always be
Remembered and loved
In our hearts.
By Lucy Shelton Age 10 Rosie May’s 10th Birthday with ‘Best friends’ Roanna, Alice & Lucy. May 9th 2003.
Things I have learnt from Rosie May
I am Rosie May’s aunt and a teacher.
Older and wiser than her, you would have thought.
But sometimes when I’ve been with her,
I felt that it was me being taught!
I’ll begin at her first birthday,
A beautiful baby now turned one,
Her besotted parents passed her to me,
Not realising my parenting skills were none.
“Look she’s standing,” we all marvelled,
As I supported her on my knee,
Then to my horror she toppled forward,
I’d let go, which you don’t do you see.
Soon Rosie May was walking, running, dancing,
And she eventually reached the age
To move into the starlight
And she took her first steps on stage.
“Following Aunty Andy,” Mary said,
Referring to my small part in a show,
But what a dancer, so expressive, so graceful,
Comparisons ended there, I do know!
Fast forward to Rosie as bridesmaid,
So poised and perfect on my wedding day,
Together with her companions, three graces,
Photogenic and star material in every way.
In France we all went ski-
Keeping up with her brothers, I’d no hope,
I planned to tootle behind with Rosie
But then she too hurtled down the slope!
Finally a lesson on older brothers
My, they can be such a tease!
But Rosie was feisty and could handle them,
Getting her own back was a breeze!
The boys and their friends dared to wet her
A sprinkler turned on her, as a trick,
I then saw these teenagers hiding frantically,
Rosie had a bucket and revenge would be quick!
So many fun memories of you Rosie May
A wonderful childhood in a loving family
So beautiful, caring, popular and stylish,
Your angelic smile, our gorgeous little fairy.
You’ll be forever in our hearts.
Dear Rosie May,
Remember when you, my sister and me used to run around playing games? We played hide and seek and our little cousin Alex used to look for us. He’d look for ages but could never find us.
I loved it when we all played down by the river.
Do you remember opening presents on Christmas days gone by? I thought the pantomime “Dick Whittington” that you took part in was very good!
And remember when Richard and Alison got married and the reception afterwards? We ran around outside in the castle type things and below the castle was the sea. That was cool.
I can also remember you showed me handstands and cartwheels. You were so energetic.
Ages ago you had a party with a bouncy castle outside and then it rained! All the kids stayed on (well, we tried to). Everyone slipped over and got soaked. That was fantastic. And another party with an inflatable in the swimming pool, everyone got on then slipped off.
You had a very good 10 years and even though you’re not here now I will never ever forget you. Everyone else is thinking of you and I hope you are thinking of us.
With love from your cousin, Oliver.
A Poem for Rosie
Now that Rosie has gone there is a hole in my heart,
And I feel that we are torn apart.
During sleepovers there was always chatter,
Then after that there was always laughter.
When Rosie wore cool clothes.
Many of them I would have chose.
Me and Rosie loved to dance and sing,
And complicated routines were our thing.
We used to play hide and seek,
When Rosie was counting she used to peek.
When Rosie and me played vets,
Rosie’s beanie babies were always the pets.
When Rosie and me dressed up in clothes,
Rosie would always smile at the camera and pose.
I like to watch her do her plays,
And I will treasure those moments for all my days.
Rosie May Storrie my cousin,
I will miss her.
Tributes to Rosie May