The Editor, Sir:

To those from the period of the '70s, an era came to an end on Wednesday, December 20, when Neville Willoughby entered into the beyond.

How did I, from that era, feel at the news? Devastated. A bout of sadness swept over me to the point where I felt I was getting hysterical. This was another senseless death; yes, an accident but senseless nonetheless.

Uncle Neville as we knew him then was a man in his own class. He epitomises the spirit of a true man, a son of the Jamaican soil.

His voice belied his age and it was that voice that drew us as children to the Colgate Cavity Fighters programme each Saturday. Later, as I grew, his other radio programmes replaced somewhat the former. His infectious laugh was another hallmark.

As I hold on to the '70s and beyond during his period of reign, these things now become more precious to me. His Christmas song will find pride of place in my collection, a cherished piece to which I will cling.

To his girls, your daddy was our Uncle Neville and as such, we share your pain and grief. However, as you weep, remember him for the contribution he made to so many lives, and remember that the entire Jamaica supports you and surrounds you with love.

Uncle Neville, walk good and good spirit walk with you. Till next time, you're now with the company of other great Jamaicans.

I am, etc.,

C. A. CLARKE

claireamclarke@yahoo.com