Johnny Buckingham Obituary, Death – In reflecting on the cherished memories and friendships that have marked the journey of my life, I am compelled to pay tribute to the remarkable individuals who have left an indelible mark on my heart. These were not mere acquaintances; they were good friends, companions in adventure, and kindred spirits. Johnny Buckingham, affectionately known as John, and Stevie Webb were men I knew well. John, fondly called Bucky, shared a special bond with me, and we relished our trips to Stow Fair together. The fair held a unique charm for us, and our adventures there were etched in our memories forever.
Stevie Webb was another familiar face at the fair, always accompanied by his brother. Their presence added to the vibrancy of the fairgrounds. Sadly, both Steve and Bucky have since passed away, leaving behind a void that can never be filled. As I reflect on those days, I can’t help but remember others who have embarked on their eternal journey. John and Robbie Lee, two dear friends, and Jack Evans are among them. My good pal Herbie Smith, whose absence I deeply feel, is another name on that list.
I also fondly remember George Biddle, Matt, and Paul Races’ dad. Their camaraderie and the laughter we shared during those days remain vivid in my mind. My thoughts often drift to the countless faces and names that have touched my life through the years. Brian Farringtin and Cuckoo from Pensnet, who joined us along with Joe and the Lamas, are among those who come to mind. These connections were not just about money or transactions; they were about the shared experiences, the laughter, and the lessons learned along the way.
Today, I post this tribute in respect and memory of these men and friends I’ve known and met through Travelers’ horse fairs. Life, I’ve come to realize, is a journey, and the richness of that journey is defined by the remarkable folks you meet and the wisdom you glean from them. It’s not about wealth; money is just a tool we use in our journey through life.
I apologize if my thoughts have rambled on, but on this wet day, my mind wanders through the annals of time, remembering the many faces and places that have shaped my life’s journey. I offer this reflection in humility and gratitude, honoring the memory of those who have walked alongside me. Amen, and God bless.
