I had a photo of Steve my cousin when he was about 10 and an old postcard of his Dad, Bert your Grandad, doing conjuring tricks from the war years (or maybe earlier) labelled ‘Pop Millard’. I guess this was a sort of advert for children’s parties. I have tried to find them but they must have got left behind somewhere when we moved to Denmark in the 1980s, though I can still see them clearly in my mind’s eye. Steve was about 7 years older than me, so when we visited from Poplar he really was someone I looked up to in awe when we played cricket or football in the garden – he let me win sometimes, I suppose so I shouldn’t become too downhearted . We lived in Poplar until about 1953-4 (I think), so seeing the ‘Call the Midwife’ series, now being shown on Danish TV, made me think a lot about those days recently. Of course, they weren’t the ‘good old days’ but there was a very strong community and family spirit. Then we moved to Harlow New Town and lost touch with Steve and his family somewhat, though every so often we’d hear news about his adventures on his motorbike, the Isle of Man and the TT cross-country motorcycle races around the island. Then my memory tells me Steve enterprisingly turned this into a business by becoming a travel agent for the racers, and organizing many of the logistics in getting the bikes there and back. After that, we lost touch for many decades especially once Inger and I moved to Denmark and started our own family there. We swapped houses with a family in Hackney in 2016 and it was fantastic to see Steve come along, still tall, imposing and with a great big smile (though he wasn’t sporting a leather jacket, to my feigned disappointment 🤣), and lovely to talk about old times in Cockney-land and what we’ve been up to since. Jeremy Millard

I'll always remember Steve with great fondness. Such a proud, loving father, and a generous and loyal friend. His smile, his jokes, and his stories. Like my brother Reg, I'll always be so grateful to Steve and to Jill for their presence and compassion when our father passed away. I love all the memories of Steve and Dad together - drinking and smoking and laughing their heads off. Their Tee Mill Tours stories were legendary. Steve knew all the best spectator spots at the Ice Racing and the Superbikes in Assen; sharing time with him was an integral feature of those trips. Steve and I exchanged the occasional email in recent years and it was always lovely to hear from him. I know Mum just loved his visits to the Hope on a Sunday. A two hour round trip for a half pint with mates. That was Steve! My husband Rafa and I are so lucky to have been able to spend time with him there just recently. Deepest condolences to Nikki. Steve was certainly much loved and will be much missed. Jacqui Thomas Xxxxx

I'll always be incredibly grateful to both Steve and Jill's unwavering support for our family throughout the initial hardship of my father's passing, and whenever we needed support guidance, wisdom or an excellent travel deal, they would always point us in the right direction. Always willing to talk about any subject you care to imagine, be it in the past or in the present day, Steve remained a positive presence whatever the occasion. It's a testament to any friendship to remain a friendship after a business closure, but that's exactly how it turned out with Steve and my late dad (Reg). Remarkable. The later years will be remembered for his commitment in driving down to a pub in the south of London every Sunday to keep my mum, her partner and other good friends company whilst doing what he did best - chatting about anything and everything you'd care fo imagine. Rest in peace our good friend Steve.