Thomas William PAYNE was born 04 October 1912. He married Rosetta KNIBBS bet. April and June, 1936 in Poplar District, London, Middlesex, England. He died bet. January and March, 1977 in Thurrock District, Essex, England. Rosetta KNIBBS, daughter of Joseph William KNIBBS and Alice May Margaret SMITH , was born 18 March 1914 in Poplar District, London, Middlesex, England. She died bet. April and June, 1976 in Hackney District, Greater London, England.

Children of Thomas William PAYNE and Rosetta KNIBBS are:
1. Linda L PAYNE, b. Private See John O'KEEFE & Linda L PAYNE
2. Michael Anthony PAYNE, b. 16 January 1940

Marriage Notes for Thomas William PAYNE\Rosetta KNIBBS:

Notes for Thomas William PAYNE:

Thomas died six months after his wife Rose.

Sources for Thomas William PAYNE:

  1. Personal Contact with Marina Pauline Knibbs,
  2. Personal Contact with Linda Payne, Personal Contact with Linda Payne who gave me his middle name of William. 
  3. Alan Jackson,
  4. GRO England & Wales,

Notes for Rosetta KNIBBS:

Also known as: Rose

Rosetta with her mother and five sisters at the wedding of her nephew, Alan HERD in 1952.

Sources for Rosetta KNIBBS:

  1. Personal Contact with Marina Pauline Knibbs,
  2., England & Wales, Birth Index: 1837-1983 
  3. Personal Contact with Linda Payne, Gave date of birth 
  4. GRO England & Wales,

Notes for Michael Anthony PAYNE:

Michael Anthony Payne (son of Rosetta Payne [nee Knibbs]) passed away on March 12th, 2011 at the age of 71 years at his home in Barkingside, Essex. His funeral held on March 21st was a wonderful celebration of his life as a policeman and family man. At the end of the service, over 178 friends and family walked from the Chapel to the music "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" from Monty Python's Life of Brian, smiling as they each remembered the Michael they knew.

He is survived by his wife, son, daughter, sister, three grandchildren and a multitude of Knibbs relatives.

The following poem was read at Michael's funeral and says it all:

The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was rough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fears.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around
Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman
you've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets
You've done your time in Hell."

I'm grateful to Michael's family for sharing these words with me.

Sources for Michael Anthony PAYNE:

  1. Personal Contact with Marina Pauline Knibbs,
  2. Personal Contact with Linda Payne,